Throw Your Flag Up RZA (Ft. Black Knights & Ms. Roxy)

[Intro: RZA]
Eh-yo, Kinetic
What up God? You got that Glock cleaned?
Soaked those bullets in oil?
So yo, I'mma call the Black Knights up
And North Star from down in the Westside
Nah mean?
Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this shit over
YouknowImean?
Think we don't need no Shaolin cats for the job
Take 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)

[Verse 1: Crisis (RZA)]
Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooter, one and only, guaranteed
I ain't tripping, yo it ain't no comparing me
To nothing else, untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar
There they are, take a look, yo I spit the uncontainable
Highly flammable, unexplainable
Game Pro - Crisis show you how to tame a ho
Show you how the game should go
So you lames can know
Black Knights equals nothing but dope
So what you working with?
You bitch niggas ain't hurting shit, spitting commercial shit
We rhyme for different purposes
I spit for the cause, you spit for the broads
I spit for the streets, you spit for the geeks
I spit for North Long Beach and all of my peeps
Holding it down, I spit for the meak
We holding the crown, you savage niggas had your chance
So now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones crushed
You got against us, resist us?
I thinks not (thinks not), it's impossible {​*echoes*}​