Tonalité : F major
Intro 1
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I heard some MC's wanna bring it But a
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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
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the microphone it glowed
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Now I explode,
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eruptin' like a nigga that drunk too much
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But not in toxicated
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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,
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after this we take it to pugilism
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Mash out the beedies, dreads
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spark up the corn
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I flow muddy like the gutter af
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ter the rainstorm
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My mission to seek, build or destroy
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Like Deadwood Dick,
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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
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do battle with me
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For their sake I hope that
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they apply the proper strategy
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In any case, worst comes to worst,
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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
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you can get suited up
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For what's about to happen,
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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
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40's in the ghetto
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Your cap is quickly twisted
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And just in case the
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first time
you missed it
The wrong move is made,
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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 an
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d keep it realistic
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We shoot shit up like the Hatfields
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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
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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 wa
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ter 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
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day that they hang
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One outlaw tried to escape
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but I murdered his gang
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Right back at ya, bitch- ass just
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like a boomerang
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Or a bolo, you couldn't knock
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me out with Apollo
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The God is never chillin',
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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,
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so you couldn't test the Real McCoy
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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
Black Cowboy
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I got the wild style
Outro 1
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