Knighthood

Niggas ain’t a challenge Black-

The flow is self explanatory
Respect is mandatory
I’m in my own category
Scientist in a laboratory
Hip-hop carnivore Black Knights you know the story
Since we lost Doc Doom the game ain’t got nothing for me
Most of these niggas bore me
The rest of these niggas corny
Keep it real, they suck like hood-rats that are hot and horny
Niggas should be ashamed they way they poisoned the game
Multiple wane the strain so they sell for a name [?]
That’s a lame exchange
I still smash like its nothing my bars cause concussions carve you up like a pumpkin
Born of corruption handle business no discussion I’ll be busting like assault rifles you sounding like a musket
Crisis Tha Sharpshooter I’m the one they must get to breathe some life to the game the game my nigga trust it. Crush it. No gimmicks cowards wanna copy us it hard cause criminals ruin society I seen

(One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall
I spied all the boys as playing with the ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
He's young, but he's daily growing)

You are not in Iraq and we ain’t talking March Madness
We the best of the best we at the top of the ballot
You niggas ain’t a challenge Black Knights is pure chalice
Spit bars so hard theres no way you can doubt it
Or deny the rhyme skill we on a whole other level
You ain’t live the lifestyle I’m a child of the ghetto
Play with heavy metal slugs bend you up like a pretzel
Yeah we from the streets but we still intellectual
Game changers, game bangers yeah hood superstars go hard on the beat like Trickfinger with guitars
By far The Killa Beez is out of your league [?]
Pump your breaks, check your antifreeze when you step up to Rugged and Sharpshooter strictly Knights or nothing
Niggas be frotin’ perpetrating like its nothing my bars rattle you up and cause a slight concussion

(The trees they grow high
The leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I've seen
Many an hour I have watched him all alone
He's young
But he's daily growing)

Don’t toot my own horn but I will if I have to
Jack of all trades teach or train I will couch you
Home or abroad my surrounding I adopt to
Penner of the dome [?] you take notes to
Started off young so a lot of shit is old to me
New cats is cool but your music don’t inspire me
Party tracks are cool, but I’m in tune with reality
Sun, moon and starts your not a star in the galaxy
Your a flashlight running on low batteries
My scrolls is etched in stone gotta clone in the legacy
Pen glide across the paper thoughts of great debaters
Raiders of the Lost Arc
Mike Gladiator
Every boy is a man before he kicks the can
Who creates the fate who employs the plan
The pendulum swings from a prince to a king
And in the ghetto we develop TG to a G

(At the age of fourteen, he was a married man
At the age of fifteen, the father of a son
At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green
And death had put an end to his growing)