Verse 1
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I heard some MC`s wanna bring it
But a female is one of their strongest men
When I step to you don`t seek refuge
Make it happen, fuck the rappin`
Because I know I got that sewed
The first time I ever touched the microphone it glowed
Now I explode, eruptin` like a nigga that drunk too much
But not intoxicated...
As mental stress increase you`ll need to be sedated
Sick and tired of the izm schism
This time`s a warning, after this we take it to pugilism
Mash out the beedies, dreads spark up the corn
I flow muddy like the gutter after the rainstorm
My mission to seek, build or destroy
Like Deadwood Dick, I be the Black Cowboy
And this is the showdown...
Chorus
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[Primo scratching]
I got the wild style... / Black Cowboy
Verse 2
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After this MC`s will wish to do battle with me
For their sake I hope that they apply the proper strategy
In any case, worst comes to worst I`ll be the best
Storms will come, this we know for sure, but can you stand the crash test?
There`s no vest or no way you can get suited up
For what`s about to happen, you might as well get zooted
I heard that ignorance is bliss, so I guess you`re all blistered
The wrong move is made, like 40`s in the ghetto your cap is quickly twisted
And just in case the first time you missed it
The wrong move is made, like 40`s in the ghetto your cap is quickly twisted
Livin` on a diet of flesh and Mistic
I kicks the ballistics and keep it realistic
We shoot shit up like the Hatfields and McCoys
Perverted monks, the Black Cowboys
And this is the showdown...
Repeat chorus
Verse 3
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It`s a cryin` shame what some niggas`ll do for fame
When they think they know the game
But I switch up the rules of the game
Drops jewels in the game
The fluid is quite fatal, like water on the brain
I be the Sheriff and I got MC`s on the chain gang
Continuous hard labour until the day that they hang
One outlaw tried to escape but I murdered his gang
Right back at ya bitch-ass just like a boomerang
Or a bolo, you couldn`t knock me out with Apollo
The god is never chillin`, hot like a volcano
Once I met up with this bandolero
Why`d he make me bust him in his head with his banjo?
I put MC`s on the ceiling like Michelangelo
Did the Sixteenth [Sistine] Chapel
Known to kick and grapple, so you couldn`t test the Real McCoy
The Black Cowboys
And this is the showdown...
Repeat chorus
