[Verse 1:]
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In the battle fields mics collide like sword fights
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Get stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black Knight
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Who pierce strikes like vicious snakes, rhymes elevate
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Niggaz get sniped watch me annihilate
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The Gods got me eating off a fine dinner plates
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With this rap shit told me don't procrastinate
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West Coast lyricist, Killa Bee clique we swarm thick
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Spit the written like scripts
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No but fully loaded throw darts and make it hit, the target
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Pardon, me as I keep on starting, mo' shit
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Feel the wrath with these raw hits from Math
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You don't stand a chance, you can't top it we too advance
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[Verse 2:]
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Sharp shooter with the greatest accuracy
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Blast it rapidly, If those attacking me are after me
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You never capture me, it's sad to see niggaz testing me
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You meet your destiny can't get next to me
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The best of me you know the recipe
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The cut-throat making blood soak from the gun-smoke
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Have you gasping for oxygen
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Then pops you with the glocks again
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Drop 'em in with the street life, the street type
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We snipe, artificial niggaz under street lights
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Street fights transform into wars with firearms
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Bullets storm niggaz start to swarm like rise on
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Dying on the same blocks when they exchange rocks
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And hand cops flamed rocks
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Year after year up in the same spot
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Total madness synergy in city streets
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Battle many fleets as they walk by the gates of the darkside
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Black Knights
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Yo,yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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[Verse 3:]
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The microphone magnificent
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Burning hot like syphilis
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Hit your dish drink from distances
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Bombin' leave no witnesses
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The street division kid from the,
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Home of the wasteland
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Styles bionic, sounds blow holes through your basement
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Face it for the Black Knights there's no replacement
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You're basic, kid put this in your mouth so you can taste it
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These ancient rhymes are lethal
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When manifested bring wrath of bloody vengeance
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to suckers that second guessed it
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Confess it I got the type flows that'll make you stagger
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Came out my mother's womb with a blunt and bloody dagger
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From day one I knew that I'll be on some ol' lye shit
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Do or die shit, ready to ride slug slide shit
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[Verse 4:]
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The audity prodigy,
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The cosmos commodity, knowledge guides equality
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A whiff while I myth and a sniff off a E&J fifth
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and a spliff, the proton neutron,
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Sally with the crouton dipping in the Yucon,
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Supernova yoga, dosia, ambrosia crane and cobra
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The yolk for help and the stealth with the knowledge of self
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like no one else, the code of yoba
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From the noble none of my niggaz local
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Fatal Sting
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Wu Tang Clan |