Verse 1:
  
   In the battle fields mics collide like sword fights
   Get stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black Knight
   Who pierce strikes like vicious snakes, rhymes elevate
   Niggaz get sniped watch me annihilate
   The Gods got me eating off a fine dinner plates
   With this rap shit told me don't procrastinate
   West Coast lyricist, Killa Bee clique we swarm thick
   Spit the written like scripts
   No but fully loaded throw darts and make it hit, the target
   Pardon, me as I keep on starting, mo' shit
   Feel the wrath with these raw hits from Math
   You don't stand a chance, you can't top it we too advance
  
   Verse 2:
  
   Sharp shooter with the greatest accuracy
   Blast it rapidly, If those attacking me are after me
   You never capture me, it's sad to see niggaz testing me
   You meet your destiny can't get next to me
   The best of me you know the recipe
   The cut-throat making blood soak from the gun-smoke
   Have you gasping for oxygen
   Then pops you with the glocks again
   Drop 'em in with the street life, the street type
   We snipe, artificial niggaz under street lights
   Street fights transform into wars with firearms
   Bullets storm niggaz start to swarm like rise on
   Dying on the same blocks when they exchange rocks
   And hand cops flamed rocks
   Year after year up in the same spot
   Total madness synergy in city streets
   Battle many fleets as they walk by the gates of the darkside
  
   Black Knights
   Yo,yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
  
   Verse 3:
  
   The microphone magnificent
   Burning hot like syphilis
   Hit your dish drink from distances
   Bombin' leave no witnesses
   The street division kid from the,
   Home of the wasteland
   Styles bionic, sounds blow holes through your basement
   Face it for the Black Knights there's no replacement
   You're basic, kid put this in your mouth so you can taste it
   These ancient rhymes are lethal
   When manifested bring wrath of bloody vengeance
   to suckers that second guessed it
   Confess it I got the type flows that'll make you stagger
   Came out my mother's womb with a blunt and bloody dagger
   >From day one I knew that I'll be on some ol' lye shit
   Do or die shit, ready to ride slug slide shit
  
   Verse 4:
  
   The audity prodigy,
   The cosmos commodity, knowledge guides equality
   A whiff while I myth and a sniff off a E&J fifth
   and a spliff, the proton neutron,
   Sally with the crouton dipping in the Yucon,
   Supernova yoga, dosia, ambrosia crane and cobra
   The yolk for help and the stealth with the knowledge of self
   like no one else, the code of yoba
   >From the noble none of my niggaz local