Throw Your Flag Up
RZA Lyrics

Eh-yo, Kinetic
Hey, Kinetic

What up God? You got that glock cleaned?
What's up, God? Did you clean that gun?

Soaked those bullets in oil?
Did you oil the bullets?

So yo, I'ma call the Black Knights up
So, I'm going to call the Black Knights

and North Star from down in the Westside
and also North Star from the Westside

Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this shit over
Hey, they're going to come and make this song popular

YouknowImean?
You know what I mean?

Think we don't need no Shaolin cats for the job
We don't need Shaolin cats to do this

Take it to the Wild Wild West
Let's take it to the Wild Wild West

{*beat kicks in*}
(The beat starts)

BOODOODOO..
(Beatboxing sound)

Yeah.. (Come on son)
Yeah.. (Come on, son)

The one and only.. sharpshooter..
The one and only.. expert marksman..

(Spark these niggas my nigga)
(Ignite the competition, my friend)

Yo I speak to be heard {Digital}
I speak so that people can listen to me

The truth shall set you free {Digital}
The truth will liberate you

(Set them niggas free God)
(Liberate those guys, God)

You in a Chamber, in the Chamber {Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..}
You are inside a chamber within a chamber

(BOODOODOO.. Darkness, you know? Must come to light)
(Beatboxing sound.. Darkness, you know? Secrets must be revealed)

Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooter
Hey, it's the expert marksman

One and only, guaranteed, I ain't trippin'
The unique and confident, I'm not worried

Yo it ain't no comparin' me to nuttin' else
There's nothing else to compare me to

Untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar
Impossible to trace, like a stealth bomber evading detection

There they are, take a look, yo I spit the uncontainable
There they are, witness it, I spit unrestrained

Highly flammable, unexplainable, Game Pro
Extremely combustible, inexplicable, like a gaming professional

Crisis show you how to tame a hoe, show you how the game should go
Crisis teaches you how to control a promiscuous woman, demonstrates how the game should be played

So you lames can know, Black Knights equals nuttin' but dope
So you losers can understand, Black Knights are nothing but amazing

So what you workin' wit? You bitch niggas ain't hurtin' shit
So what do you have? You weak guys can't do anything

Spittin' commercial shit, we rhyme for different purposes
Rapping mainstream bullshit, we rap for different reasons

I spit for the cause, you spit for the broads
I rap for a purpose, you rap for women

I spit for the streets, you spit for the geeks
I rap for the streets, you rap for the nerds

I spit for North Long Beach and all of my peeps
I rap for North Long Beach and all my friends

Holdin' it down, I spit for the meak
Holding it down, I rap for the humble

We holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had your chance
We are the kings, you savage guys had your opportunity

So now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones crushed
So now it's our turn, it's just us, we will crush you

You got against us, resist us?
You're against us, resisting us?

I thinks not (thinks not), it's impossible {*echoes*}
I don't think so (echoes), it's impossible

If you live for the blood, +Throw Your Flag Up+
If you live for violence, show your allegiance

If you got the love in your heart, +Throw Your Flag Up+
If you have love in your heart, show your allegiance

Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up
Rollie Fingers in the back, someone rolled the bag of drugs

Street had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up
Street had the pen and the pad, he left his mark

Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up
Conflict in the streets, they claimed their territory

Goldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up
Goldie retrieved the magazine from the closet and loaded the gun

Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up
Bobby sharpened the blade, oiled the baseball bat

Let the dogs out the basement, pulled the rap up
Released the fierce individuals from captivity, and took out the recordings

Somehow the Brown cats about to get clapped up
Somehow the enemies will receive consequences

Pussy high nigga off coke tried to act up
A cowardly guy, high on cocaine, tried to provoke

Against the world's greatest mind, Bob Digital
Against the most intelligent person in the world, Bob Digital

Might throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two
Might use a Shaolin martial arts technique or a deadly gun

My young son Big Un don't fuck with Patty Cake
My young son Big Un doesn't engage in child's play

Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake
Bound to walk through dangerous situations fearlessly

While his brother Mel ???, dissect it
While his brother Mel ???, analyze it

Up in the project life, the street's be hectic
In the rough neighborhood life, the streets are chaotic

The gun burst, son shot his tongue first
The gun fired, the guy spoke foolishly first

Should've shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun first
He should have silenced himself first, should have fired the gun first

Now chew on the Sunburst, bitch, it's Bobby's day
Now suffer the consequences, bitch, it's Bobby's time to shine

Lyrics for the out, click click, like shotti's spray
Lyrics for the outro, click click, like a gunshot's sound

Tear through flesh/bone, get lodged up in your ass cheek
Penetrate through flesh and bone, get stuck in your buttock

'cause you came talkin' that same bullshit last week
Because you spoke the same nonsense last week

Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? Your brain numb?
Damn cocaine user, what? Your brain is numb?

I used to wonder where these pussy-clats came from
I used to wonder where these idiots came from

Up in the thirty-six cell block I Shadowbox
In the thirty-six jail cell block, I practice boxing moves

Ship on weed grass and build up like a male ox
Smoke weed and mature like a strong ox

If you love for the glock, +Throw Your Flag Up+
If you love guns, show your allegiance

If you got love for the Gods, +Throw Your Flag Up+
If you have love for the Gods, show your allegiance

If you live from the heart, +Throw Your Flag Up+
If you live passionately, show your allegiance

Don't cause the beef, I might tie the rag up
Don't start trouble, I might tie the bandanna

All my Digihead niggas, roll the bag up
All my Digihead guys, roll the bag of drugs

BOODOODOODOO.. and +Throw Your Flag Up+
Beatboxing sound.. and show your allegiance

(If you come from Long Beach, +Throw Your Flag Up+
(If you're from Long Beach, show your allegiance

If you come from Compton, throw your rag up
If you're from Compton, raise your bandanna

If you come from the West then throw your hood up
If you're from the West, represent your neighborhood

If you come from the block then +Throw Your Flag Up+)
If you're from the block, show your allegiance

I spit the flavor for the ear, shit for the streets
I deliver the essence for the ears, shit for the streets

Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep
Driving around in the car with about five guys

One SK, two Tec-9's and two sticks
One SK rifle, two Tec-9's, and two handguns

Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shit
Ready to engage with these fools disrespecting my area

Like the Black Knights don't air them things out
As if the Black Knights don't use those firearms

Knuckle up in the spot 'til someone get drops
Get ready to fight in the place until someone surrenders

Stomped, get passed out
Stomped, knocked unconscious

Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawl
Intoxicated from drinking alcohol, ready to engage in a microphone battle

Clean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the homerun
Achieved a complete victory, hit a home run with the first pitch

Black Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blown
The Black Knights are known to take control of the microphone and electrify the venue

You know motto, the +Knights or Nuttin'+, so stop frontin'
You know the motto, it's either the Knights or nothing, so stop pretending

Like you ain't heard this high pitch through your twelve-inch
As if you haven't heard this high-pitched sound through your speakers

Don't care which Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin'
I don't care about the brand of speakers, I keep those powerful speakers thumping

+Jumpin' Jumpin'+ like Destiny, I laced it with the Rugged recipe
Jumping, lively like Destiny's Child, I laced it with the Rugged recipe

You know my technique on a Ra' beat
You know my style on a RZA beat

Speak the Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the mic
Speak the Digital slurred speech but aggressive with the microphone

On mine, it's strictly Black Knights
On my mind, it's strictly Black Knights

Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics
Take the spotlight, show guys how to perform on the microphone

the right way, spit like a K, M-o-n-k
The correct way, spit rhymes like a K, M-o-n-k

The conqueror, smash your sponsor
The conqueror, destroy your sponsor

Learn the lesson from the Black Knight lethal +Silent Weapon+
Learn the lessons from the dangerous and silent weapon of the Black Knight

Digital, Digital, Digital..
Digital, Digital, Digital..

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..

Digi, Digi, Digi..
Digi, Digi, Digi..