Artist: Holocaust f/ Crisis Album: Nightmares Resurface Song: Get it Right Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Crisis] Black Knights, through the jungles, we swarming From every angle, stay swarming [Crisis] Yo, raised in environments where gats stay firing, pure violence Ride for a salary, or sell drugs, thugs mentality Poverty's reality, for and me, that's why we live the life of crime Stuck in these medieval times, struggling We murder for the love of hustling, my life We keep the spot bubbling, til the narc's come rushing in No other way, ball or fall, everything or nothing at all Manifest thoughts, I speak and that's law It's a thin line, between good and evil, light and darkest Good hearted and heartless, I pull through regardless To whom or what, refuse to lose, give your troops the blues On this cell, shortstopping, Crisis known to keep the north popping Cars driving, when the beats real, that's why we keep still Tuck low, quick to let guns blow, so duck low When you hear something you die, you come through here fronting Black Knights, deliver act rights, we fear nothing [Chorus: Crisis] It's do or die in these streets, so what you choose Show and prove if you know it's beef, nothing to lose But your life, step into the Knights, so get it right Don't grab a mic, if your shit ain't tight, get it right [Holocaust] Elephant men, guns and dirty mops Purist hip hop, shots heard on your block Run down the staircase, stepping on greedy roaches Never can approach this, lyrics that be the dopest Drinking screwdrivers, laughing with the Skarekrow Nails in a bucket of paint, the dirty saint Ladies feel faint, I'm rusty as a monkey wrench Thrown in the pipe works, swinging a Black Knight shirt Late in the evening, nightmare, the poet The sky rains hammers, who-who-who-who-who Guns in your face, watch me act the silliest On points bulletin, Killa Bee Gang affiliates Club fight where you should mambo, cigars Clean classy cars, evening at the opera house This one ends with me, returning to the swamp Kiss L.A. on the cheek, lost feed on you I'd rather leap with umbrellas, fellas in congress Are jealous, and lies is what they sell us Fiddle happily, harmonica never triffle Pistol on my lap, and in my coat was his riffle Chitty bang bang, la-fi, Holocaust [Chorus 2X] [Crisis] It's official, bloody paragraphs, contaminate your system Perscribe the antidote, snipe that ass from a distance Baptize my throat, with the Henny and coke Firewater mixed with widow, hold it in til I choke Get the full effect, eyes bloodshot, get drunk and pull a tech Disconnect the neck of diamondbacks who disrespect Leave you posing for obituaries, posted in cemetaries Trapped in a box, for trying to slapbox with glocks Hit your spot, released in multiple shots, strays ricochet The walls in hallways, gunplay, all day Got the block, locked like raw way Fuck individuals, we make 'em all pay, all pay [Chorus 2X]