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black knights – crunch time كلمات اغاني

(intro: doc doom (crisis))
yeah! yeah! the black knights (west coast k!lla beez)
we in the house! iron brigade!
west coast k!lla bee n-ggas, (crisis the general) nah mean?
check it

(doc doom)
we flip flows like n-ggas flip scripts
with hollow tips, plus extra clips
on your blocks ready to start sh-t
it’s like a death wish, for you to step to this
mic -n-lyst, dismantle sh-t with tombs of doom like _____
the best in this whole rap game, no need to search no more
the black knights will turn any section into a murder show
so welcome to the medieval chamber, dungeon of lunatics
mcs wet they pants are left standing up in a pool of p-ss
it’s ludicrous, beef with black knights is simply foolishness
we ruling sh-t, the k!lla bee clan that’s who i’m moving with
off the top, now y’all n-ggas know who got the spot locked
black knights, the deadly four hors-m-n riding through camelot
on horseback, with our guns out, blazing a hot trail
from clydesdale, busting hot sh-lls and throwing c-cktails
our minds dwell, deep in the sewer, we make maneuvers like hungry cougars
through these l.a. streets clutching our rugers

(hook: holocaust)
ironclad samurais march under these dark skies
roaming through the sinners’ graveyard with sharp knives
think twice and get your f-cking neck sliced and cut wide
trying to touch mine, black knights shine at ‘crunch time’

(crisis)
it’s a suicide mission, stepping to tote mac’s
get your skull cracked and get your dough sn-tched
when n-ggas never hold back, we hold gats
lyric combat, dealing with gunplay monday through sunday
in k!lla cal it’s only one way
that’s do or die, c-ck the .45 and let them fly
f-ck a vest, in the west we don’t aim for the chest
i roll with villains, thug n-ggas, drug dealers and blood spillers
poverty made k!llers who drink liquor, blaze n-ggas
in the struggle, since the hustle to juggle, n-ggas will bust you
to oppress you they don’t slap box or wrestle, we pulling pistols
in k!lla cal, where n-ggas is foul and k!llers prowl
we give you banging nasty talk and then mack in mafia style
flip hoods for miles, b-tches is wild, snitches exiled
from the blocks where teenagers hold glocks putting it down
young n-ggas who’s live, wilding out like wild indian tribes
known to ride, let them fly, plus homicide when they collide
peace to n-ggas from the rock, old lime of lime
on the grind with nines, at ‘crunch time’, f-ck one time
we busting lunch-lines, there’s no remorse
all the north of course could never touch mine
move as one, stay in one mind, that makes the sun shine

(holocaust)
hazardous waste leaks out my brainstem, light up a dark room
then mark goons with large wounds from knives and sharp spoons
it’s harsh doom which starts soon, the gifted merchant
f-ck the apple, i tackled then bit the serpent
you get the curtains, controversial critical thinking
while the sound intensity bedazzles pitiful weaklings
sinking deep into a trancelike state, battling illness
manifest allergic reactions that’ll be realness
so feel this, vitamin pack, battleaxe
chop that -ss into stack type rap that rattles tracks
till they crack, back smack wack cats for touching mics
ducking spikes in an ancient temple where nothing’s bright
f-cking trife, ‘running man’, bombs’ expert, who networks
spraying up your sweatshirt, pressure until your flesh bursts
the next verse crafted from me will cause a tremor
burn and scold the sinners then blow threw a hall of mirrors
in the form of arabian light piercing the darkness
wu-tang blood runs deeper than adam partridge
family tree, g-o-d, so shut the h-ll up
this k!ller bee larvae develops, you getting swell up
from concrete knuckles in scuffles, i hate groups
give them lumps the size of footb-lls, bricks and grapefruits
make soup out of weak motherf-ckers, taste bitter death
spitting out the buckshot and cut rocks like drug spots
with a sharp sound wave that leaves the mic suspended
you heard now you’ve ended, permanent flight attendant

(monk)
absorb in a hole ’cause ‘every night is a black knight’
f-ggot style types freestyle darts that they write
but i recite the homicidal thoughts that i crave
step up, you’ll get slayed by the black knight brigade
we dirty ho, mortal kombat, cripple avengers
the rugged monk ripped the mic, do you remember?
the way i shred your darts apart within an instance
to get the distance, lyrically stomp, we left no footprints
dart staple gun pierce the eardrum with an iron fist, my appliances
be a chrome mic and a five mic rhyme star
f-ck your coast and the weak bars, i be a migrant
conquer all that exists and know me as the rugged monk
or the ‘top gun’, i leave your brains numb
from the harsh rhymes i spit from the tongue
you know the outcome, flawless victory
use my inner strength as energy
you get flooded by the k!lla beez

west coast k!lla beez (west coast)

(holocaust)
black knights shine at ‘crunch time’
black knights shine at ‘crunch time’

- black knights

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