Norty Cotto - Black Cowboys 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, f** 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 n***a 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... [Scratched Hook] (I got the wild style...) (Black Cowboy) [Verse 2] 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 sh** up like the Hatfields and McCoys Perverted monks, the Black Cowboys And this is the showdown... [Hook] [Verse 3] It's a cryin' shame what some n***as'll do for fame When they think they know the game But I switch up the rules of the game Drops j**els 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 b**h-a** 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 Sistine Chapel Known to kick and grapple, so you couldn't test the Real McCoy The Black Cowboys And this is the showdown... [Hook]