Artist: Black Knights f/ Arsonic, Big Lou, Dexter Wiggles, Spade Album: n/a Song: Go Gettin' It Typed By: pneumatic [Chorus 2X: Arsonic] Do it on the go gettin it, That's how we livin it, Cold vicious from spittin it, You never hearda sicka shit, Commity in this bitch, Black Ball hostin it, Headed explosive shit, Nothin else comes close to it. [Big Lou] I'm a city official, The alias CO, The legion is lethal, With no CEO, Leave no traces of the shit that went down, Only revolver shells kept when I spit rounds, From the mouth piece, Or the barrel, You can get it how you want it, Bullets, Darts, Or arrows, I posses, Various styles of foul play, To make your favorite rapper seem nothing more then a down grade, Baby of the squad, Hate me cause I'm odd, And I go against the grain, The flow is just insane, I'ma serve up a batch of this, Gasoline spit then put a match to it, That's just to show yall who the unsigned hype is, And turn your summer day to a silent night quick, Then leave the mic split, Severed in two, I levels ahead of my time, Who better then Lou. [Chorus] [Arsonic] I am the supreme calculus, Trained in communication, Criminal mind, Don't try to hide it, Aint no cowards escaping, The uninhabited pitch black, My flows off the map, Meat rack, And chain link, I'm makin your brain think, How deep does the pain sink, To make you make ya hug your enemy, A minute later him and his family out on a killin spree, If God willing then let it be, You know my destiny, Servin you heat rocks out the kitchen with the recipe, Whole squad is heated, Post high and weeded, Go ahead try and cheat it, Despise what's beneath it, Original, Authentic arithmetic, The cliques the shit, The spit is sick, A pack of pits, I smack that bitch, Tell her pay it, Or I just smack that bitch, And don't even say it, She know what it do, You go to the hoop, Nigga please, The north is active, We hold you captive, Look how my gat live, Spalt, All over your neck and back and everything attached, I could've swarn you heard the homies swarm and sting the map, Bringin straps is not a safety option, And when I'm rockin, My laced killa concoction explain why the glock spit, Do it on the go gettin it, Nuttin stoppin it, If you hear anything sick as this they copied it. [Chorus] [Dexter Wiggles] It's cold in these streets as if the freezer was open, Lookin for beef my evilish thoughts have arosen, I'm mister get with ya, Nigga you get the picture, If its problems bullets'll fly to instant whip ya, I spit ya from the back of your neck to your adam's apple, Where ever the war starts you'll still get tackled, We will pop your cap off like we was drinkin a Snapple, Hey, And fuck the guns, We can take it to the gravel, I'm re-adjustin your thoughts of defending your facility, Put an impact on the streets for yall to remember me. [Spade] Snatch money, Fast money, All about that cash money, Yeah you can tell I'm hungry from the sound of my stomach, Better check the posture, Spade finally hit the roster, Things done changed, There's a lot of impostors, Posin like Oscars, Leave em washed up, Fallin like leaves from trees, Known to roam the streets, Bredge is my heat, Hit em up with North Long Beach. (Hit em up with North Long Beach) [Chorus] [Crisis] Black Ball hostin it, Black Knights controllin it, Committee and the City Officials is who I'm rollin with, Act smart retard, Expose your shit, Blow your wig, Your brain drops like rain drops, Blood spots on my kicks, Observe this and witness a swag you never had, From a clever cat, Me fallin off or goin soft, Never that, I'm what they'd rather have instead of you, My written's invincible, Flow incredible, You just what they settle for, Who servin us, The Knights are superb with this, We lyrical murderers, your nervousness got you shakin like turbulence, The game need nourishment, So we came to nourish it, Give you lames encouragement, Just a name, You perish quick, Black Knights, We far from good samaritans, Keep the crowd rockin, You keep em noddin like heroin, In the veins of an attict, Disrespect, Brains'll get splattered, We strain from bein subracted, Inflictin pain is a habit, Killa Cali mentality, Rob and sell drugs for a salary, Niggas can't handle me, We bring static like channel three, On the M-I-C or in the streets, Leave you like can it be, You got served by my first verse for livin in a fantasy, Yes sir, Like my nigga Pharrell, For real, Niggas get killed, Black Knights, We destroy the real. [Monk] What, Yeah, Monk spit fact not fiction, My written is too forbidden, To be touched or even bitten, You wack niggas submittin, Spit darts rapid, So accurate, Pierce right through your hollow bones, Graphic clones couldn't see me on the microphone, Pen and pad, Line for line, Bar for bar, You take your choice, Your courage is flatterin, But you know you could come close to the Rugged M-O-N-K, Hear the lyrical word play, Display a chamber of rhymes you couldn't match on your best day. [Chorus]