Jeru The Damaja Black Cowboys Lyrics

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
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...

Repeat chorus