Black Knights of the Northstar – Where The Sun Rises In The West | West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Beez
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Black Knights of the Northstar – Where The Sun Rises In The West | West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Beez
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Black Stone of Mecca
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Artists: Black Knights of the Northstar
Featured Artists: Crisis Tha Sharpshooter, Rugged Monk, The Holocaust, Big Meko, Christbearer
Song Producted By: Shaka Amazulu The 7th
Project: West Coast Killa Beez
AI Video: Produced by Shaka Amazulu The 7th, Directed by Saïd Kanoun
Bandcamp: https://blackknightsofthenorthstar.ba...
Black Knights of the Northstar return with another chapter from the West Coast Killa Beez project, bringing together legendary voices from the extended Wu-Tang Clan family.
Lyrics:
Crisis Tha Sharpshooter:
The sun stay shining so my seeds can grow wisdom like water, and I leaves them soak
they the children of the light. That's all they need to know.
Niggas ain't standin on business like their knees is broke.
Who we really are is who we need to show
the apple of his eye. Reflecting our God.
Respecting each other and living our lives.
Killing our ego, rejecting our pride, protecting our tribe, the ladies, the babies, the future sharpshooter, the lost tribe of Judah.
Protecting our mind if we wanna rise. Cause inBabylon they just lie to confusion.
Rugged Monk:
It's funny. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. how dummies ha ha ha ,
think cos you call them sunny They could be a star.
The sun will never be pussy. It always comes out.
Ain't nothing new up under it. Without a shadow of a doubt.
So I call my brother sun. Cause he shine like one.
Whether he doing from Longbeach or the south of Compton.
Crisis Tha Sharpshooter:
We shining regardless. Doing our duty. Exposing the darkness.
Heartless. Spark them and charge them. Push them to greatness.
Fakeness can't be a part of. If it ain't real, it ain't no secret. Keep it, don't even bother.
Fuck how you feel. You either roll with the black ball or get rolled over. Ain't got no motion. Ain't got no more. I ain't got no reason. Hate is the motive. But we still shining. If you ain't noticed. Me and my niggas ready and focus.
Rugged Monk –
When it’s a War. We all ride every night is a black Knight. I'm the seven in the center of an eight pointed sun. Rotate on my own Axis and massive sphere of hot plasma. Gotta track them powers at a terrific speed. Can't generate what makes rain, hail, snow and them
earthquakes. Devils playing with high explosives. Changing the climate.
The Holocaust:
I disentangle your mind when I rhyme. Finite damage. Tough guys
for a prize. Energized you all be dead by sunrise. Just before the space station was destroyed. Immense noise. Enormous void in the grave. I put you in like a toy. I enjoyed the exhibition of deaths in prison is my definition. I have just arisen from the separate system. You make the best decision. I sock Wolverine. He dies from a concussion.
Meko Da Pharoa:
The sun will shines like every day, through the winter wars.
He marinates to contemplate and elevate deep situations. We levitate and copying ass niggaz that he hate, steady. knowing that they fucking with a heavyweight need to stay away from the defecate and grind some trees down. Medicate. We gonna give it to you raw. Dollar bills. Straw. I educate my people. Universal law through the bad and good. I'll never withdraw. I'm gonna keep grinding till the wheels fall off. Praying for the day we lift off. When the devil finally get kicked off. Can't stop the sun from shining. Every cloud has a silver lining. That's why I gonna keep mountain climbing. Until I'm in the air. Reclining to the top. We keep rising. Can you hear me now? Nothing but the truth when I'm firing. No UFO. It's me flying in.
Christbearer:
The sun still shines. The moon still reflects yo Still one with the mind.
When niggas cartoon filled with regrets. I step out the mud of the flesh and rise above the metaphysical crash. While they nest and invest in stress. My interstate innovate. All is what the winner take. Christ, ice cold Won't fold, bend or break till I'm old and disintegrate. In the stories told to men of fate. He was trapped, but he escaped. He was real. But they was fake. He leveled up but they were hate. Cause hell heaven is my mind state. Christ the legend who define fate.
Warcloud:
I squashed the ant man to nothing. I blast the Green Lantern in
outer space. He dies after huffing and puffing. I remove emcees from the planet's foundation. I astound nations then drown Satan. When I escape above ground. You'll find me with patience. My sound's greatest I surveillance annihilations that cause exaggerations and confrontations. You're sadly mistaken. You're a grave casket decoration. I grab Aquaman and break off his hand. You'll all be dead by sunrise.