RZA - Throw Your Flag Up Lyrics
[Intro: RZA]Eh-yo, KineticWhat up God? You got that glock cleaned?Soaked those bullets in oil?So yo, I'ma call the Black Knights upand North Star from down in the WestsideKnowwhatImean?Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this shit overYouknowImean?Think we don't need no Shaolin cats for the jobTake it to the Wild Wild West{*beat kicks in*}BOODOODOO..[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]Yeah.. (Come on son)The one and only.. sharpshooter..(Spark these niggas my nigga)Yo I speak to be heard {Digital}The truth shall set you free {Digital}(Set them niggas free God)You in a Chamber, in the Chamber {Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..}(BOODOODOO.. Darkness, you know? Must come to light)[Crisis (RZA)]Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooterOne and only, guarenteed, I ain't trippin'Yo it ain't no comparin' me to nuttin' elseUntraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radarThere they are, take a look, yo I spit the uncontainableHighly flammable, unexplainable, Game ProCrisis show you how to tame a hoe, show you how the game should goSo you lames can know, Black Knights equals nuttin' but dopeSo what you workin' wit? You ***** niggas ain't hurtin' shitSpittin' commercial shit, we rhyme for different purposesI spit for the cause, you spit for the broadsI spit for the streets, you spit for the geeksI spit for North Long Beach and all of my peepsHoldin' it down, I spit for the meakWe holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had your chanceSo now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones crushedYou got against us, resist us?I thinks not (thinks not), it's impossible {*echoes*}[Break: RZA]If you live for the blood, +Throw Your Flag Up+If you got the love in your heart, +Throw Your Flag Up+[RZA]Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag upStreet had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag upUncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag upGoldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat upBobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat upLet the dogs out the basement, pulled the rap upSomehow the Brown cats about to get clapped up***** high nigga off coke tried to act upAgainst the world's greatest mind, Bob DigitalMight throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-twoMy young son Big Un don't ***** with Patty CakeBound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnakeWhile his brother Mel ???, dissect itUp in the project life, the street's be hecticThe gun burst, son shot his tongue firstShould've shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun firstNow chew on the Sunburst, *****, it's Bobby's dayLyrics for the out, click click, like shotti's sprayTear through flesh/bone, get lodged up in your ass cheekCuz you came talkin' that same bullshit last week*****in' cokehead nigga, what? Your brain numb?I used to wonder where these *****-clats came fromUp in the thirty-six cell block I ShadowboxShip on weed grass and build up like a male ox[Break: RZA (Monk)]If you love for the glock, +Throw Your Flag Up+If you got love for the Gods, +Throw Your Flag Up+If you live from the heart, +Throw Your Flag Up+Don't cause the beef, I might tie the rag upAll my Digihead niggas, roll the bag upBOODOODOODOO.. and +Throw Your Flag Up+(If you come from Long Beach, +Throw Your Flag Up+If you come from Compton, throw your rag upIf you come from the West then throw your hood upIf you come from the block then +Throw Your Flag Up+)[Monk]I spit the flavor for the ear, shit for the streetsRollin' in the cutty about five niggas deepOne SK, two Tec-9's and two sticksReady to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shitLike the Black Knights don't air them things outKnuckle up in the spot 'til someone get dropsStomped, get passed outPassed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawlClean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the homerunBlack Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blownYou know motto, the +Knights or Nuttin'+, so stop frontin'Like you ain't heard this high pitch through your twelve-inchDon't care which Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin'+Jumpin' Jumpin'+ like Destiny, I laced it with the Rugged recipeYou know my technique on a Ra' beatSpeak the Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the micOn mine, it's strictly Black KnightsSteal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock micsthe right way, spit like a K, M-o-n-kThe conqueror, smash your sponsorLearn the lesson from the Black Knight lethal +Silent Weapon+[Outro x2: Ms. Roxy]Digital, Digital, Digital..Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..Digi, Digi, Digi..
