Throw Your Flag Up Lyrics - Digital Bullet - Rza

[Intro: RZA] 

Eh-yo, Kinetic 

What up God? You got that glock cleaned? 

Soaked those bullets in oil? 

So yo, I'ma call the Black Knights up 

and North Star from down in the Westside 

KnowwhatImean? 

Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this shit over 

YouknowImean? 

Think we don't need no Shaolin cats for the job 

Take it to the Wild Wild West 

{*beat kicks in*} 

BOODOODOO.. 

[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}] 

Yeah.. (Come on son) 

The one and only.. sharpshooter.. 

(Spark these niggas my nigga) 

Yo I speak to be heard {Digital} 

The truth shall set you free {Digital} 

(Set them niggas free God) 

You in a Chamber, in the Chamber {Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..} 

(BOODOODOO.. Darkness, you know? Must come to light) 

[Crisis (RZA)] 

Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooter 

One and only, guaranteed, I ain't trippin' 

Yo it ain't no comparin' me to nuttin' else 

Untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar 

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

Highly flammable, unexplainable, Game Pro 

Crisis show you how to tame a hoe, show you how the game should go 

So you lames can know, Black Knights equals nuttin' but dope 

So what you workin' wit? You bitch niggas ain't hurtin' shit 

Spittin' commercial shit, we rhyme for different purposes 

I spit for the cause, you spit for the broads 

I spit for the streets, you spit for the geeks 

I spit for North Long Beach and all of my peeps 

Holdin' it down, I spit for the meak 

We holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had your chance 

So now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones crushed 

You got against us, resist us? 

I thinks not (thinks not), it's impossible {*echoes*} 

[Break: RZA] 

If you live for the blood, +Throw Your Flag Up+ 

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

[RZA] 

Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up 

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

Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up 

Goldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up 

Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up 

Let the dogs out the basement, pulled the rap up 

Somehow the Brown cats about to get clapped up 

Pussy high nigga off coke tried to act up 

Against the world's greatest mind, Bob Digital 

Might throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two 

My young son Big Un don't fuck with Patty Cake 

Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake 

While his brother Mel ???, dissect it 

Up in the project life, the street's be hectic 

The gun burst, son shot his tongue first 

Should've shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun first 

Now chew on the Sunburst, bitch, it's Bobby's day 

Lyrics for the out, click click, like shotti's spray 

Tear through flesh/bone, get lodged up in your ass cheek 

'cause you came talkin' that same bullshit last week 

Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? Your brain numb? 

I used to wonder where these pussy-clats came from 

Up in the thirty-six cell block I Shadowbox 

Ship on weed grass and build up like a male ox 

[Break: RZA (Monk)] 

If you love for the glock, +Throw Your Flag Up+ 

If you got love for the Gods, +Throw Your Flag Up+ 

If you live from the heart, +Throw Your Flag Up+ 

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

All my Digihead niggas, roll the bag up 

BOODOODOODOO.. and +Throw Your Flag Up+ 

(If you come from Long Beach, +Throw Your Flag Up+ 

If you come from Compton, throw your rag up 

If you come from the West then throw your hood up 

If you come from the block then +Throw Your Flag Up+) 

[Monk] 

I spit the flavor for the ear, shit for the streets 

Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep 

One SK, two Tec-9's and two sticks 

Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shit 

Like the Black Knights don't air them things out 

Knuckle up in the spot 'til someone get drops 

Stomped, get passed out 

Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawl 

Clean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the homerun 

Black Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blown 

You know motto, the +Knights or Nuttin'+, so stop frontin' 

Like you ain't heard this high pitch through your twelve-inch 

Don't care which Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin' 

+Jumpin' Jumpin'+ like Destiny, I laced it with the Rugged recipe 

You know my technique on a Ra' beat 

Speak the Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the mic 

On mine, it's strictly Black Knights 

Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics 

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

The conqueror, smash your sponsor 

Learn the lesson from the Black Knight lethal +Silent Weapon+ 

[Outro x2: Ms. Roxy] 

Digital, Digital, Digital.. 

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.. 

Digi, Digi, Digi..