Next Up lyrics

[Intro : Monk]

Yeah, yeah yeah once again

The Black Knights is back

The Rugged Monk is back



[Monk]

Yo, I`m from the Black Knights

I only spit Black Knightful exciteful

I slow bob up the street with a stick and rifle

My tight flow unlike no other nigga on the list

patented high-pitch, on that like a switch

Never ran, switch snitch turned bitch on my click

Talk shit `cuz I can back it

sneakin` with a ratchet

Uncontrolled, unorthodox

Always catch me on the block

shootin` dice, sellin bags

spittin` gang bangin` tracks

Slow-mo`, `cuz I took two drags off a stick

Bang that Black Knights shit

Straight off the top

we the hottest shit off the block

Connect with some vet`s now we settin` up shop

Push through the hood, blue SS

Chrome I rocks, hood-tap

Park, brake, pancake

A free-wheel motion off a fire-water potion

down the strip, we steady floatin`

Black Knights, West Coast Killa Killa Beez

Pump yo` brakes and check yo` anti-freeze

When you step to emcees like these

from the West Coast, test most

and we`ll leave your body afloat



[Break: Monk (Doc Doom)]

Yo, Next Up

(Dawg I believe that`s me)

Light up the mic like a Wu Killa Bee



[Doc Doom]

When Doc Doom brings it, it`s strictly raw

Fuck what you heard us all, my murder call

murders all you rap fraud neanderthals with one line

Better hope your rhymes can`t compete with mine

cuz I`m that nigga you dont wanna see that rhymin` crime god

So what up, beef wit` Black Knights`ll get you lit up

Five shots to the stomach`ll leave your belly ripped up

like sit-ups, fuck ho`s to get-ups, rock shows for G-cuts

Supreme Clientele tryin` to Re-Up like Ghost

We got a gang of niggas on post

The Killa Bee Gang, we bang from the East to West Coast

We deep, swarmin` through your party with heat

Ready to mash and blast the first motherfuckers with beef



[Monk]

Black Knights... Black Knights.. Black Knights...



[Break: Crisis]

Y`all niggas tore that shit up

Black Knight style, it`s my time now



[Crisis]

Niggas ain`t got what it takes

Make no mistakes in my circumfrence

Shatter your nonsense, my dominance`ll crush ya confidence

I promise it, be the day of your life

Black Knights sacrifice mics, yeah we murder on site

Emcees get blown to debris for steppin to a Killa Bee

You fake niggas be killin` me, frontin` like you ain`t feelin` me

It`s all good (All good), because my shit is hood anyways

Eat you up anyday, show you how the inner-city play

In Killa Cal, we nice with chrome gun a microphone

Enter the sniper zone and watch your mind get blown

physically and mentally, lyrically and literally

All I know is seriously you niggas couldn`t get with me

on your best day or my worst day

I`m takin` first play, every event in the cut

Heavily bent, heavenly sent

for every dime-piece lookin` for dick

The one and only, Sharpshooter dick `em down and leave `em lonely

Crisis, dick `em down and leave `em lonely

(Sharpshooter dick `em down and leave `em lonely)
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