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