Get It Right -

Black Knights

Through the jungles we swarmin'

From every angle… stay swarmin'

Yo!

Raised in environments where gats stay firin', pure violence

Rob for a salary and sell drugs — thug’s mentality

Poverty’s reality, for me and mine

That’s why we live the life of crime

Stuck in these medieval times strugglin'

We murder for the love of hustlin', my life

We keep the spot bubblin' til' the narcs come rushin' in

No other way, ballin' for everything or nothin' at all

Manifest thoughts I’m speaking, thats’s law

It’s a thin line between good and evil, light and darkness

Go harder than heartless, I pull through, regardless to whom or what

Refuse to lose, give your troops the blues

On their cells short stoppin', Crisis known to keep the North poppin',

corpse droppin'

When the beef’s real that’s why we keep steel

Tucked low, quick to let guns blow, so duck low

When you hear something, you’ll die you come through here frontin'

Black Knights deliver act-rights we fear nothing

It’s do or die in these streets

So what you choose, show and prove if you know it’s beef

Nothin' to lose but your life steppin' to the Knights

So get it right, don’t grab a mic if your shit ain’t tight

Get it right

Elephant men, guns and dirty mops

Purist hip-hop, shots heard on your block

Run down the staircase stepping on greedy roaches

Never can approach this, lyrics that be the dopest

Drinking screwdrivers, laughing with the Skarekrow

Nails in a bucket of paint, the dirty saint

Ladies feel faint, I’m rusty as a monkey wrench

Thrown in the pipework, swingin' a Black Knights shirt

Late in the evening, nightmare, the poet

The sky rains hammers hu-hu-hu-hu-hu!

Guns in your face, watch me act the silliest

All Points, bullets, and Killa Bee gang affiliates

Club fight where you should mambo, cigars

Clean classic cars, evening at the opera house

This one ends with me returning to the swamp

Kiss LA on the cheek, dosvidaniyu

I’d rather leap with umbrellas

Fellas in congress are jealous and lies is what they sell us

Fiddle happily, harmonica never trifle

Pistol on my lap, and in my coat 'cuz its rifle

Chitty-Bang-Bang, La Fique, Holocaust!

It’s official, bloody paragraphs contaminate your system

Prescribe the antidote, snipe that ass from a distance

Baptise my throat with the Henney and Coke

Firewater mixed with widow hold it in 'til I choke

Get the full effect, eyes blood shot, get drunk and pull the tech

Disconnect the neck and dime it back to disrespect

Leave you posin' for obituaries, posted in cemeteries

Trapped in a box for trynna slap-box with Glocks

Hit your spine releasin' multiple shots

Strays ricochet the walls and hallways, gunplay all-day

Got the block locked like Rayway

Fuck individuals we’ll make them all pay

All pay!