Artist: Black Knights f/ Dexter Wiggles, Prodigal Sunn, RZA Album: The Stolen Legacy, Vol. 1 Song: Dart Affair Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Prodigal Sunn] Niggaz... It's Brooklyn, nigga Y'all niggaz thought it was a fucking game? The fuck y'all niggaz think it is? You think it's a fucking game? Y'all niggaz better check y'all selves For real, and, watch ya chin, man Straight like that B.K. to L.A., son Black Knights, you feel me? Yo, Six, let these niggaz know, son They flavors is garbage [Prodigal Sunn] Yo, yo, Sunzini Highly anticipated, chronically integrated These niggaz hate it, but I'm their bitch's favorite I sign my name an your affidavit After I hit it, no longer committed Shit, while you can come and get it Mad cuz I shine like the chrome in summer time Stay on the grind, all about making a dime Got no time for sloppy seconds These cats wanna copy my methods Razor sharp like the claws of a leopard Check it, get in this track like anti-biotics The flow is toxic, smoke the tropic, aiyo, it's only logic Why these hoes wanna stare at my optics? Brickface solid, strong like the walls of a project [RZA] Yo, out of one I'm the only with the dick of a pony And I'm tall and I'm bony, and I walk with the chromy And I love my bitch, like Chachy love Joanie Fuck two hundreds pussies, but I still feel lonely As I blitz with the click that's stupid off that dip Every shell in the clip is a body bag zipped And we smoke and we sniff 'til we broke and we stiff And we ship out y'all bitches if you don't pay note Just me and my homies, like Manny and Tony Like 'Tifah and Monie, like cheese and bologna Like Columbia and Sony, Tender and 'Roni And the barks getting sparked in the park of Mahoney Pushing through, in that all black H2 Bird on the corner yelling "Bobby, I hate you!" Because you didn't get that applehead last week I told her, word out, tighten up that ass cheek Snuff bottle connect, 'nuff models in check I call my hoes, -800 collect And dare the bitch not to accept, I've got the rep Of getting my dick sucked until the bitch throat strepped [Dexter Wiggles] I leave niggaz under the covers like two lovers Eternally misleading People dreaming of ways to get even Because in the before life, I can't creep Shouldn't have been fucking with the West Coast Killa Beez Niggaz got utensils to dismiss you, all over the concrete In case of confrontation, the millimeter will find thee Quick than the eye could see Faster than the hand could grab Faster than the pistol jab Pistol smoke be to choke your ass Fucking with my paper stash And I'ma half to neut' yo' lab Or shoot your ass, makes no difference to me I bring the b-boy back, beat your ass like on Beat Street Black Remo this bitch, got to Nigga I fights to the death and your breath you gon' lose it So who's is it, mines or your's? Nigga, rhyme or war? [Rugged Monk] Yo, you spoke on the wrong niggaz when you spoke on the Knights We damage the mic like young riders looking for stripes I'm keeping ya hype, like dope fiends welding a pipe Tonight is a my night cuz Every Night is a Black Knight So step if you want, you won't last, I blow you like a dust bag So quick, so fast, open up a can of whoop ass My whip appeal from pen skills will cause a whiplash You can't tell what's next when I'm flexing my wrist My pen is swift, get sharper every time that I spit