Black Cowboys

Jeru The Damaja

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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...

    "I got the wild style..." / "Black Cowboy"

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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...

    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

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    Composición: Chris E. Martin y Kendrick Jeru Davis

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