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Lyrics for Black Cowboys by Jeru the Damaja:
| | | Artist: | Jeru the Damaja |
| | Album: | Wrath of the Math | | Track: | Black Cowboys | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 191 | | | | Lyrics: | Verse 1
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...
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