Verse 1
I heard some mcand's wanna bring it
But a female is one of their strongest men
When i step to you donand't seek refuge
Make it happen fuck the rappinand'
Because i know i got that sewed
The first time i ever touched the microphone it glowed
Now i explode eruptinand' like a nigga that drunk too much
But not intoxicated...
As mental stress increase youand'll need to be sedated
Sick and tired of the izm schism
This timeand'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]
andquot;i got the wild style...andquot; / andquot;black cowboyandquot;
Verse 2
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After this mcand'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 iand'll be the best
Storms will come, this we know for sure, but can you stand the crash test?
Thereand's no vest or no way you can get suited up
For whatand's about to happen, you might as well get zooted
I heard that ignorance is bliss, so i guess youand're all blistered
The wrong move is made, like 40and'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 40and's in the ghetto your cap is quickly twisted
Livinand' 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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Itand's a cryinand' shame what some niggasand'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 mcand'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 couldnand't knock me out with apollo
The god is never chillinand', hot like a volcano
Once i met up with this bandolero
Whyand'd he make me bust him in his head with his banjo?
I put mcand's on the ceiling like michelangelo
Did the sixteenth [sistine] chapel
Known to kick and grapple, so you couldnand't test the real mccoy
The black cowboys
And this is the showdown...
Repeat chorus
