Black Knights of the North Star Wake Up Show Freestyle

[Intro: RZA]
Black Knights of the North Star
On the Bobby Digital Show here...

[Verse 1: Doc Doom]
Play your position...

[Verse 2: Christbearer]
I sip from my chalice...
With thieves like Ali Baba

[Verse 3: Holocaust]
We treacherous in California, I spit ammonia
The brutal offspring of Conan and Red Sonja
We run up on ya, weak sessions holding pistols
With blow torches, Uzis, blunts and homing missiles
The sick man, gold digging women don't make my dick stand
You versus me, that's like hopscotch on quicksand

[Break: RZA]
You gotta watch your language, we rocking live on the radio here
Watch your curses and spit your hearts out

[Verse 4: Doc Doom]
From the jump street, you better hold heat

[Verse 5: Rugged Monk]
Master of experience

[Verse 5: Holocaust]
The crossbreed, mixed with black and concrete
Roam the streets of Long Beach in a Jeep with bronze heat
Wrong fleet to mess with, Jerry Rice couldn't catch this
You get your chest split for talkin' that F the West (shit)
The Midnight Son, strike tongue, treacherous..
Die if you test me, best to respect me
Hefty, One Armed Bandit, stab companions
With intricate sentences, battle crews single-handed
With cannons that blow you from here to other planets
From Los Angeles, now the whole world needs bandages
You's a fake fraud, I rain and make smog
MCs best to Leave Me Alone like Nate Dogg
Or get their place robbed, veins clogged and brains throbbed
The pain reappears in flashbacks for days long
We hotter than a million suns, leave you hung
In a monastery and buried by old nuns
Spitting poison darts to your stomach, niggas running
Spilling gin on..., we fuck while they...
Filling up another glass cup, we act up
Get a... lump and reopen all past cuts
Holocaust, flows like fluid, thought you knew it
Mental gas splits your back so wide rivers can run through it

[Verse 6: Crisis tha Sharpshooter]
Crisis The Drunken Swordsman

[Verse 7: Meko the Pharoah]
I rock clones..

[Verse 8: Holocaust]
Juggling test tubes, drunken professor, hit your sector
Razor blade tongue, rips lungs, disinfection
Mental sickness, your third eye's blind, the lonely stranger
From a parallel dimension populated by shape-changers
The last of my kind, designed for street crime
My spine is made up of snakes intertwined
And combined with the steel and gold of ancient times
Mankind would decline by thousands when I rhyme
Holocaust, my brain leaks sounds, smother your town
Burst an array of lyrics that hold you down
Apocalypse, hold MCs for hostages
Cock Glocks and lick nine hot shots in they esophagus
Neurologist, stab Adam's apples with my scalpel
Enhanced intellect blows holes through (your asshole), uh..

[Verse 9: Christbearer]

[Break: RZA]
We got Sway & Tech live in the back room

[Verse 10: Rugged Monk]
Speak to mathematics and they don't know their degrees
We on the loose
Indeed you a failure
I love the street life, that knowledge is sick

[Verse 11: Doc Doom]
We smoke out like Jamaicans
Sitting on my throne like Guru

[Verse 12: Rugged Monk]

[Verse 13: Crisis]
You mention me, fake niggas be oooh

[Verse 14: Holocaust]
From an undiscovered planet, a sign of damage
The savage caveman in the name of Asiatics
Black kids lace up your shoes tight, we move like
Cheetahs in the hot grasslands, watch my platoon strike
I spawned out of a different ocean than human beings
Amphibious lyricist slithered through fluid streams
Ruin dreams, sinister ministers making cream
Split 'em from their neck to their spleen to hear 'em scream
Assassin, killer ER with three bars
Wandering the hospital halls with bloody claws
I live this War of the Worlds, who's back gives?
Not mine or my crew, cyborgs with black skin
Smack cops, four men walk with black Glocks
Dissect your brain, disinfect the wack thoughts
The Highlander, Cobra Commander, slip through scanners
Lone wolf who hunts the hunter with sledgehammers
I came from parts unknown, crushing bones
Multiply into a thousand clones if caught alone
Lyricist by day, mass murderer by night
MCs about face and salute when I grab the mic
I've existed for centuries past in folklore
Hunted down dinosaurs and fought in the Civil War
Drastic lunatic, lonely stranger, you're in danger
The Man of a Million Faces without a pager
You can't contact the Dark Side of the Moon
Where I'm sipping warm gin and plotting the Earth's doom

[Verse 15: Doc Doom]
I'ma tell you a dream
Get under your skin like aloe vera

[Outro]
Ain't nothing new to this, North Star shine illuminous