Spier1200 - At Sundown (Vocal) lyrics

[Hook: L.I.F.E. Long] (x2) Meet us at sundown Pick your place, pick your city or your town Wherever, however, whenever, we can get down So draw the mic from out your holster and prepare to spit rounds (Prepare to spit rounds) [Verse 1: L.I.F.E. Long and Oktober] [Oktober] Yo, I got an invitation from the enemy who let be known Hand-delivered, ink still dripping, written on scrolls The message says to come test, meet him at one, west Around the time when the sun sets. Now what's next? [L.I.F.E. Long] I caught a smoke signal at my rest. It was Oktober Saying, “It's on. Hurry up, get dressed” Let's rendezvous west, at the corral See shots pop-popped, spraying through flesh, the message of d**h [Oktober] Def no stress. I caught L.I.F.E. Long's response First finger off of the fist that's Holding Strong Bringing arsenal from Brooklon, speech is gunshot Connect at Location X before the sun drops [L.I.F.E. Long] Our blocks' Glocks off safety for precaution Hellfire got my back encased and scorches We don't want no problems, leave you dismembered Remember? Told you before: we declare war [Hook: L.I.F.E. Long] (x2) Meet us at sundown Pick your place, pick your city or your town Wherever, however, whenever, we can get down So draw the mic from out your holster and prepare to spit rounds (Prepare to spit rounds) [Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long] Yo, first of all, let me explain That foul-mouth talking'll leave y'all on terrain Remains all out, guts and all. Sick scenes Slice and dice and disconnect and swords clash, letting off beams Exploding bullets is the sound when beef sparks Oktober got the light to open the dark Spier1200 lay the background with sharp cuts We move, traveling through wind, soaring with thrust Bust a dart in the air, imploding, exploding Foes get scarred when the gat's pitching, throwing Hollows in your range reload, click, change frames Got the posse shooting out tinted Land Cruisers Be wise choosers of your fate or become losers It's a stallion race. Our horses gallop in force The wild cowboy sticking those that want to floss Letting off street sweepers, sweeping snakes off their horse [Hook: L.I.F.E. Long] (x2) Meet us at sundown Pick your place, pick your city or your town Wherever, however, whenever, we can get down So draw the mic from out your holster and prepare to spit rounds (Prepare to spit rounds) [Interlude: Oktober] L.I.F.E. Long, Oktober [Verse 3: Oktober] It's like warfare battling my mentality Fatality up in the valley of catastrophe Oktober the family black sheep Blaze the track for those who walk in the path after me Actually, there's nothing but crack fiends on back streets Villains who pack heat in back seats of taxis Then police are like running-man athletes Trekking at track meets to catch me and it's that deep We got issues, d**, and prostitutes Crooked cops that co*k pistols, shock at you Closed fist, open eye. Anything is possible Tell it like it is or tell your story in the hospital My accomplice on hype songs: L.I.F.E. Long Meet us at sundown and keep your mics on I'll position all the battle fights. Then we giving ‘em hell And it's another war story that we living to tell Yeah [Outro: Samples with Spier1200 Scratches] (x3) "Now his feet want to fly back down the shop" - Sample from [?]