Artist: RZA f/ Black Knights, Thea Van Seijen Album: Killa Beez Til Ya Die (S) Song: Killa Beez Til Ya Die Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Doc Doom] Yeah, yeah, Crisis the Sharpshooter Black Knights, West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Bee Gang Bob Digital, yeah, we going head hunting Ahh, yo, the swag, nigga, yeah, yeah, check it [Chorus 2X: Thea Van Seijen] Raise your flag in the sky Killa Beez til you die [Doc Doom] I flip flows, do shows, change hoes like new clothes Flip bricks and count chips, pour licks and do lows Shoot dice, late night, chase liquor with more liquor We go getters, roll wit a team of cold hitters Weed splitters, talk shit, up goes the zipper Body bag, toe tagging, but now who gets the picture? We don't play that, dumb fuck, young buck, you numb nut Dump trucks, get swiss cheesed the fuck up For talking that shit, and not walking that shit I get the, barking at clip, like a marksman that flip It's like a death wish for you to step to this, mic analyst Dismantle shit with tombs of doom like mad pianolists The best in this, whole rap game, no need to search no more The Black Knights'll turn any session into a murder show Murder flow, rap combat lyrics of fury My rap's too sick, you can't cure me [Rugged Monk] RZA fucked up, gave me a beat, I can really touch I'm too much, 36 styles, a Rugged Cobra Clutch Black Knights, nigga, that's what's up, don't get it twisted Speak specific nigga, straight to the point Tearing grissles, from the pistols and lift it, feel the straight hollow points But that's nothing, you fronting, if you ever say you serving ma A nubian possession, feel bad, come and test it And guess it, been blessed with the essence of 120 Lessons So I think at a speed, that'll seek the slow of fog All that talk you been doing gon' get you outlined in chalk Starting something you can't finish, when your heart ain't really in it You don't really want it, speaking my name, that ain't the business I'm cold vicious with the word, like marksmen with the AK Feed off the hate, and all that bullshit he say she say Knock it off, kill the noise, you don't wanna see my boys Coming in them Tonka trucks, letting off the big toys [Chorus 2X] [RZA] Holy jeez, yo, it's me, I stole the golden fleece Under nose of police, I smile with golden teeth Keep packs of Digi Snacks in an unknown address A remote location, can't be found on your MapQuest House of Flying Daggers, New York walkin' swagger Bitch, you taking a fall like Niagara I write til my pencil tip break, my penmanship is equipped To say, muthafuck the censorship Holy moly, shorty on my wrist lilke a role' Keep cheese stuffed in my pocket like a fat ravioli The rhyme doctor hover the city, in the helicopter Lyrics start to scroll in my brain like a teleprompter Making paper, making babies, bza Bobby Making bitches into ladies, bza Bobby Make her suck a dick and die, forty five lick the sky Fool don't let this shit fly, split right between your eye Hunt them like that little split slit in between your thighs Sitting on my nine apple head, bitch, let it ride Hickory dickory, block niggas is slippery Glock stuffed down my sock, it's secures the victory Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi So gritty, roll wit the Killa Bee committee [Chorus 2X]