Black Cowboys

[Verse 1]

I heard some MCs 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 warnin', 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: Big L & Sadat X]

I got the wild style (Black Cowboy)

I got the wild style

[Verse 2]

After this MCs 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

And 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

[Chorus: Big L & Sadat X]

I got the wild style (Black Cowboy)

I got the wild style (Black Cowboy)

I got the wild style (Black Cowboy)

I got the wild style

[Verse 3]

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, drop jewels in the game

The fluid is quite fatal, like water on the brain

I be the Sheriff and I got MCs 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 MCs on the ceilin' like Michelangelo did the Sistine Chapel

Known to kick and grapple, so you couldn't test the Real McCoys

The Black Cowboys, and this is the showdown

[Chorus: Big L & Sadat X]

I got the wild style (Black Cowboy)

I got the wild style (Black Cowboy)

I got the wild style (Black Cowboy)

I got the wild style (Black Cowboy)

I got the wild style