[Crisis]
Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooter
One and only, guarenteed, I ain't trippin'
Yo it ain't [bad word]  me to nuttin' 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 nuttin' but dope
So what you workin' wit? You [bad word] niggas ain't hurtin' [bad word] [bad word] [bad word]  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
Holdin' it down, I spit for the meak
We holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had your chance
So now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones [bad word] You got against us, resist us?
I thinks not (thinks not), it's impossible {*echoes*}

[RZA]
If you live for the blood, Throw Your Flag Up
If you got the love in your heart, Throw Your Flag Up
Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up
Street had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up
Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up
Goldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up
Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up
Let the dogs out the basement, pulled the rap up
Somehow the Brown cats about to get clapped up [bad word] high [bad word] off coke tried to act up
Against the world's greatest mind, Bob Digital
Might throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two
My young son Big Un don't [bad word] with Patty Cake
Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake
While his brother Mel ???, dissect it
Up in the project life, the street's be hectic
The gun burst, son shot his tongue first
Should've shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun first
Now chew on the Sunburst, [bad word]  it's Bobby's day
Lyrics for the out, click click, like shotti's spray
Tear through flesh/bone, get lodged up in your [bad word] cheek
Cuz you came talkin' that same [bad word] last week [bad word]  cokehead [bad word]  what? Your brain numb?
I used to wonder where these [bad word] clats came from
Up in the thirty-six cell block I Shadowbox
Ship on weed grass and build up like a male ox
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 up
All my Digihead niggas, roll the bag up
BOODOODOODOO.. and Throw Your Flag Up

[Monk]
If [bad word] from Long Beach, Throw Your Flag Up
If [bad word] from Compton, throw your rag up
If [bad word] from the West then throw your hood up
If [bad word] from the block then Throw Your Flag Up
I spit the flavor for the ear, [bad word] for the streets
Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep
One SK, two Tec-9's and two sticks
Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' [bad word] Like the Black Knights don't air them things out
Knuckle up in the spot 'til someone get drops
Stomped, get passed out
Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawl
Clean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the [bad word] Black Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blown
You know motto, the +Knights or Nuttin'+, so stop frontin'
Like you ain't heard this high pitch through your twelve-inch
Don't care which Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin'
Jumpin' Jumpin' like Destiny, I laced it with [bad word] recipe
You know my technique on a Ra' beat
Speak the Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the mic
On mine, it's strictly Black Knights
Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics
The right way, spit like a K, M-o-n-k
The conqueror, smash your sponsor
Learn the lesson from the Black Knight lethal Silent Weapon