Howling Wolves

Album cover art for "Howling Wolves" by Black Knights & Shogun Assason

Black Knights & Shogun Assason - Rap

Howling Wolves

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[Intro: Ninja Scroll sample - Dakuan] We're arriving There's a weird bloody air hovering around here, as no hell lies beyond {*keys jangling*} Heaven must have sent this mist to help us {*keys jangling*} {*attack sound followed by screams*} Hey! Where'd he go to? {*gasping in pain*} Stinking god forsaken mist Ahhh.. {*attack sounds*} [Intro: Crisis (ShoGun Assason)] Wu-Tang trumps, sit around the round table Straight lyrical jewels, sippin' on black label Black Knights, Killarmy (all is one, in suspicion, yo, yo, yo, yo) [Radio Intro overlapping song: RZA] World premiere, world premiere Bobby Digital, Wake Up Show, world premiere Killarmy, Black Knights, West Coast Killa Beez on the Swarm [Verse 1: ShoGun Assason] I strike first before my fangs got bloodthirst Eject you with deadly poison, blood toxin, hemotoxins Based on the circulatory, respiratory and your heart functions Disrupting your nerve pathways, in the power of blood clottin' Proteins that make your heart burst and this shit gets worse And this shit gets worse 'cause you're under attack By a lone wolf and his pack of hungry wolves Rippin' flesh off the bone, crushin' a microphone And suck out the marrow, we been around longer than the pharaohs From alpha to omega, y'all niggas is analog like Sega Sixteen bit computer chips While I be moving Digital, online Downloading my words be wearing out your brain like erosion I got you trapped, surrounded, closed in Using my senses to smell the chemical that seep through the pores of your skin Like Jacobson's organ, you better beware of this lyrical horseman MCs is getting tossed in this rap Rumble Royal 'Cause our styles is scorching I'm champion, no one can contend When I grab the pen and make my words blend As I solicit syllables, drop jewels Actual facts that leave fools' face cracked I hit him with the truth so hard I knocked his melanin off his skeleton [Verse 2: Rugged Monk] The Rugged one out the pack, Mighty Bomb Jack in combat Don't ask that question, "Did we win or lose that?" Black Knights, black kings, the masses cypher Now King Fatal Stings with Punishment, my type of style is ruggedness Hit the undergrounds hard but the industries harder The process of life will bring the ghost right to a fight To you beginners, Black Knights creep like Super Ninjas Lethal swordsmen slaying all the contenders With my razor sharp projectile, watch how I flex styles Always crack smiles and show my fangs Blood drains down the bottom of my fangs Looking for clues, the wolf pack was to blame [Interlude: Doc Doom] Ayo, so stop smiling (it's how it go) MCs stop smiling (if you living in the ghetto) Black Knights, Killarmy (nawhatimean?) Presents the house, how it go down, ayo [Verse 3: Doc Doom] My darts travel at the speed of light, so son take heed before you grab a mic Doc Doom is dangerous and dangerously lyrics strike Throughout the dungeon pit, spic niggas be loving it Vow to never ever break the covenant Black Knights, West Coast Killa Beez, Bobby Digital Nowadays, rappers in this industry too trivial That means materialistic, bring that shit through my district And get your top twisted like a mystic You midget, you talk shit and niggas live it For real it's 'bout as real as it's gon' ever get Right here, right now, bang the underground sound that's world reknowned I'm like a pitcher on the mound, throwing strikes to these rap clowns So back down, Black Knight brigade, we bust like four pound All these faggots pushing my button like when phones dial (Motherfucker) Now I'm the greatest sound that's world renowned I'm like a pitcher throwing strikes -- aww! (yo) [Verse 4: Crisis] When I penalize I paralyze, commercial niggas terrified My peeps on the streets of Long Beach can verify And we terrorize different divisions and never blast to scare niggas Blasr TEC niggas, match the rap with hand triggers Easy access, you faggot niggas be theatric actin' in the gat fest Use that ass as target practice Blast liquid from a solid and then return you back to gases Sharpshooter, sniper accuracy is what I mastered Slugs leave you broken up, got that ass opened up You talk all that, you're jaw jabbing wasn't dope enough Scoping us, my rhymes blow minds like coca dust We the drinkers, we connect like Pebble Beach scar flicks It's hard to think the sound of war got you seeking a shrink Make big cats drink, sit back and watch the empire sink As Black Knights and Killarm get out the round table Every swing from the sword's fatal, leaving the industry disabled [Interlude: Crisis] Motherfuckers, get ready for this, we don't stop... (yo) [Verse 5: Holocaust] In the back shooting the pistols, you turn to soupier tissues My brain is a computer which launch nuclear missiles That split you into halves, bloodbaths, the first and last When I walk into the room, feel a draft, I'm cursed and mad Hurt your staff with a verse from the past, I'm Killgrave Wander cornfields at midnight and drill pains Still slaves in this drunken parade, blunts in the rain Realizing I got nothing but change, dumping your frame Over water faucets, spin on your side like Neptune Gun you down in rest rooms, MCs catch flesh wounds On their ear lobes, sip my beers cold, sometimes appear old Carrying seven scrolls, peg-legged in Musketeer robes And fear shows, dirty black pirate, the rap tyrant Scientist psychiatrist, drink and attack clients Track buyers when I step to the mic, weapon of light Holocaust, you regretting your life, stepping to fight With the humble young merchant, eighty minds in one person They hop in and out time to time, that's why I'm cursing Who the fuck chump punks, catch lumps and slump bunk? Dumb struck, bench press dump trucks with one thrust Run just because you witnessed the scene, spit kerosene That ignites on sight, War Machine, this terror fiend Now the feast from the mind and the body, we still hungry Watch my tongue bleed, blunt seeds, I'm real ugly And twisted or tinted bizarre, I've travelled far Walking lame with an eye-patch, braids and battle scars .. Motherfuckers

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Credits

Writers
  • Rugged Monk
  • Doc Doom
  • Crisis tha Sharpshooter
  • Shogun Assason
  • The Holocaust