Artist: Black Knights f/ P. Dot Album: Every Night is a Black Knight Song: State of Emergency Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: P. Dot] Niggas are in a state of emergency... The death side, millions and millions armed to death And life side, division of rule, we rule for delf It's only death... [Monk] Yo, yo, Monk slay fools like you that rap for free Dick hoes swift, code name: Dick Dastardly Stay with a dime piece, heavy starch on the crease Chucks fresh out the box, laced with the gangsta physique Shower cap, Compton hat, blue penalty fleece Chunky, heat on my hip, I'm Motorolin' through streets Ain't, reached my peak, but I passed your peak You assed and cheeked, my vocals stay smashin' beats CQ, my amps, it speaks, and bang my shit loud Black Knights is known for rocking mics, excite a crowd Dial 1-800-BLACKKNIGHTS, anytime you want some Gangsta beats, and some hardcore rhymes Call P.C. and Chuck to come and lace your hooks K.B.G. and Black Techs'll come and heat up the booth All you DJ's, if you need some drops We ain't hard to find, cuz we still on the block [Chorus: P. Dot] Somebody call 911, we in a state of emergency Two elevens and burglaries, and murder in the first degree On all MC's, urgently, we on the mash for this currency Two elevens and burglaries, and murder in the first degree On all MC's, emergency [Doc Doom] Don't make put flames on your bitch ass, you switch fast My guns like an ATM card, stick your ass for some quick cash Then mash to the getaway car, swerving through red lights Laughing, smoking and drinking, banging the Black Knights The five mic, hood superstars, we ghetto as it gets Rock my gear for three days straight and still snatch your bitch Silly fuck, don't get gagged or duct tapped up Body parts found in the deserts of Las Vegas I ain't joking, I'll leave your crew heart broken If you ain't got five on the stack, you ain't smoking Picture a nigga rolling, holding my pocket swollen Shit, who gives a fuck if everything I got is stolen Huh, it ain't a puzzle to mine, I keeps a tech With the muzzle on mine, I was born into this life of crime This life of mines, been a bumpy road, but I won't fold in these streets, only make my heart's cold, huh [Chorus] [Crisis] It's official, bloody paragraphs contaminate your system Perscribe the antidote, snipe that ass from a distance Baptize my throat with the Henny and coke Firewater mixed with ridalin hold it in til I choke Get the full effect, eyes bloodshot, get drunk and pull a tech Disconnect the neck, a diamondback said disrespect Leave you posing for obituaries, posed in the cemetaries Trapped in a box, for trynna slapbox with glocks Hit your spot, releasing multiple slots, strays ricochet Off walls and hardway, gunplay, all day Got the block locked like Broadway, fuck individuals we make 'em all play Lyrical Scarface, vandalize the streets like property It ain't no stoppin' me, I show 'em how to rock it properly Set up monopolies, get CREAM from state to state Bake the cake then take the cake, make the fake evaporate It's no escape, we holding weight, holding down, in every state [Chorus] [movie sample] Folks'll tell you to live one way Just watch, they'll go live another Don't try to follow what everybody's got to say Cuz most free advice ain't good for nothing Except turning them on you...