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    Rascalz »

    Rascalz High Noon текст песни

    High Noon

    [Red 1]

    Yo yo

    We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws

    Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper

    Call Mr. Martin and the preacher

    To the saloon, the showdown high noon

    Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon

    Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter

    Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya

    Ride out and scout a safe hideout

    With a bounty on my head, that’s the word of the moth

    Misfit and Red, wanted alive or dead

    But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy ninja dread

    Retreat to the bush where the Indians live

    To survive off the land, recuperating

    Yo, walk the warpath like a brave Mohican

    Then scalpel the tongue chief rocker speaking

    Young gun, bust and murder the sound boy

    Anything in my way, no choice but to destroy


    [Inspectah Deck] "Hold my ground like it’s high noon"

    [scratched by Kemo]


    Trigger happy, blazing these mics to this undoubtedly

    Unanimous that we the champ, to center your cipher

    And blow up the ship, just to get a rep, that’s the way we step

    Droppin rhymes, so clean out the top

    You think I had a violent

    Naughty locks chopping you down like box cutters

    Spreading this lyric on the ideo like butters

    Gripping neck, keeping next, the style that you missing

    But you be getting it from the rendition

    Hitting this rap game with some tight shit to remain

    ‘Cause it’s only the quicker the dead and I must remain

    You know the name, Misfit, speed of the mantis

    Rhymes will split your wig at ten paces, show down shit

    So bring it, you had your warning

    Mr. Martin, is on his way with an open coffin

    Talking your way out of this, won’t happen

    We taking it to the front of the stage with a gun clapping

    And when we done with your, we run your crew out of town

    Dis that shit, stomp your wack lick sound

    Never come around or let us catch you on the rebound

    We pound suckers like cats who can’t rap, who want to clown


    [Red 1]

    Yo dressed and ready to shoot, in my bad boy suit

    Pistol grip on the hip like these cowboy boots

    Ready to rip, some running judgement day coming

    When we clack and reload like Kardinal done it

    And ban it from the ground to the roof

    ‘Nuff chat dem rats, se we leave no proof

    As we move, rarely got nothing to prove

    Rough ride and abide by none of the rules

    Work our vibe, watch the hand read the eyes

    Quick draw, nobody moves nobody dies

    Yo, we in control let the story be told

    By the Rascal outlaws from the north coast


    What, you didn’t know, FitnRed handle them foe

    Take of the them soul, hang ‘em out, let them die slow

    And account of who the best was when they roll

    Granted by the hand passage who afraid to explode

    Yeah yeah, that’s the way it goes

    Anti-??? behold, we lay down tracks while the rest of be told

    So best move and gets go, act like you’ve been told

    By the heat of the sun or the tongue, when we let go


    [Misfit (Red 1)] [Chorus continues in background]

    Word, see what I’m saying

    Rascalz, straight up we ain’t playing

    North west side of things

    The Outlaws laying it down

    The story’s already been told

    Rascalz, is the way we come brother

    (Word up)

    Word [repeated]

    (From the mountain top to the valley below)

    (Let the story be told my man, let it be told)

    [???] "That sound, is there time for hope?"

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