Crunch Time

Lyrics

[Intro: Doc Doom & Crisis] Yeah! Yeah! The Black Knights West Coast Killa Beez We in the house! Iron Brigade! West Coast Killa Bee niggas Crisis the General Nah mean? Check it [Verse 1: Doc Doom] We flip flows like niggas flip scripts with hollow tips Plus extra clips on your blocks, ready to start shit It's like a death wish for you to step to this Mic analyst dismantle shit 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 their pants are left standing up in a pool of piss It's ludicrous, beef with Black Knights is simply foolishness We ruling shit, the Killa Bee Clan, that's who I'm moving with Off the top, now y'all niggas know who got the spot locked Black Knights, the deadly Four Horsemen riding through Camelot On horseback with our guns out, blazing a hot trail From Clydesdale, busting hot shells and throwing cocktails Our minds dwell deep in the sewer, we make maneuvers like hungry cougars Through these L.A. streets clutching our Rugers [Chorus: Holocaust] Ironclad samurais march under these dark skies Roaming through the sinners' graveyard with sharp knives Think twice and get your fucking neck sliced and cut wide Tryna touch mine, Black Knights shine at Crunch Time [Verse 2: Crisis] It's a suicide mission, stepping to tote Mac's Get your skull cracked and get your dough snatched when niggas never hold back We hold gats, lyric combat, dealing with gunplay Monday through Sunday, in Killa Cal it's only one way That's do or die, cock the .45 and let them fly Fuck a vest, in the West we don't aim for the chest I roll with builders, thug niggas, drug dealers and blood spillers Poverty made killers who drink liquor, blaze niggas In the struggle, since it's hustle to juggle, niggas will bust you To oppress you they don't slap box or wrestle, we pulling pistols In Killa Cal, where niggas is foul and killers prowl We give you banging nasty talk and then mack in mafia style Flip hoods for miles, bitches is wild, snitches exiled From the blocks where teenagers hold Glocks putting it down Young niggas who's live, wilding out like wild Indian tribes Known to ride, let them fly, plus homicide when they collide Peace to niggas from the Rock, old lime of lime, on the grind with nines At Crunch Time, fuck 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 [Verse 3: 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 Fuck 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, battle-axe Chop that ass into stack type rap that rattles tracks 'Til they crack, back smack wack cats for touching mics Ducking spikes in an ancient temple where nothing's bright Fucking 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 hell up This Killa Bee larvae develops, you getting swell up From concrete knuckles in scuffles, I hate groups Give them lumps the size of footballs, bricks and grapefruits Make soup out of weak motherfuckers, 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 [Chorus: Holocaust] Ironclad samurais march under these dark skies Roaming through the sinners' graveyard with sharp knives Think twice and get your fucking neck sliced and cut wide Trying to touch mine, Black Knights shine at Crunch Time [Verse 4: Rugged Monk] Absorb in a hole 'cause Every Night is a Black Knight Faggot 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 thoughts 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 Fuck 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 Killa Beez [Interlude: Rugged Monk] West Coast Killa Beez (West Coast) [Chorus: Holocaust] Ironclad samurais march under these dark skies Roaming through the sinners' graveyard with sharp knives Think twice and get your fucking neck sliced and cut wide Trying to touch mine, Black Knights shine at Crunch Time [Outro: Holocaust] Black Knights shine at Crunch Time Black Knights shine at Crunch Time