Creep RZA (Ft. Black Knights, Christ Bearer & Thea Van Seijen)

[Hook: Thea]
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet

[Crisis]
These streets that we maneuver through
Ain't nothing you familiar too
Don't talk it out, noodle you
Walk it out at your funeral
Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin'
Black Christmas
Be all in your crib with my killas calling
Even if you ain't sleepin',
We creepin', it ain't no secret
Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya
Off whiskey
Pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi
Crisis the Sharpshooter
I'mma lay 'em down gently
One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot
That's why some keep they shit on safety
Others keep they hammers cocked
Ready to blow
Ready to go, fire in the hole
And if a nigga ready to retire
We retiring his soul