Two Knights Forced

Yeah!

We're hardcore and raw

Yo, Ev, what it do?

Come on, man!

We're hardcore and raw

I'm out here, man, I'm outside!

We're hardcore and raw

Fuck outta here, look!

We're hardcore and raw

You better watch 'cause they aimin' at your wheel

Packin' hammers and tossin' javelins, track and field

They buyin' Diet Coke for a half a mil'

King Marcius, Narcissus like a daffodil (Hahahahahahaha)

This thing will slaughter the king daughter (The slaughter!)

Shorty ordered a spring water

You a pussy, you got a pink aura (You pussy!)

I just bought a Mossberg and this thing horror

If you clickin' then your energy real (It's real)

Tetrahedronal pyramids and energy fields

Energy that's harvested what energy yields

It’s jungle warfare here, 70 SEALs (Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)

Ali Baba consumed the ketamine

You a piñata that's darker than Human Centipede

Raise the Dead, you can hear the horns of Bathory (Hmmm!)

Imitation, the sincerest form of flattery

Now you could debate and try to fake; you ain't straight

Do I have to tell you that you're wack time and time again?

When you write, your words must go like this—bim bim bim, bim bim bim

Now you could debate and try to fake; you ain't straight

Do I have to tell you that you're wack time and time again?

Each line must have its own power, its own feeling—bim bim bim, bim bim bim

We out in Khamasi with bags

Sayyid Qutb, this is the Salafi-jihad

I will cut back on you, I will hop in the Jag'

It's a flashbang, it'll turn a dime to a hag, yeah

This is bars of death, writin' with a knife (Yeah)

Rhymin' like I'm on trial fightin' for my life

Leno LaBianca was invited to the light

This yoppa switch gears like I'm ridin' on a bike

Yeah! You were sayin' you would earth me (Hahaha!)

You ain't blamin' nothin', motherfucker, you a turkey (You a turkey!)

Charlie was in Berkeley

The Mossberg Maverick turn your stomach to a Slurpee (Hahahahahaha)

Yeah! My akhi do the shootin' first

There's only one Sustainer of the Universe (Yahshua child)

He took the tool to the brain (The brain)

Everything a boon or a bane

Yeah

Now you could debate and try to fake; you ain't straight

Do I have to tell you that you're wack time and time again?

When you write, your words must go like this—bim bim bim, bim bim bim

Now you could debate and try to fake; you ain't straight

Do I have to tell you that you're wack time and time again?

Each line must have its own power, its own feeling—bim bim bim, bim bim bim

Writing must never be boring

Each line must be an entity unto itself

You gotta leave some words behind

We're hardcore and raw