High Noon (Rascalz)

Yo yo We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper Call Mr. Martin and the preacher To the saloon, the showdown high noon Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya Ride out and scout a safe hideout With a bounty on my head, that's the word of the moth Misfit and Red, wanted alive or dead But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy ninja dread Retreat to the bush where the Indians live To survive off the land, recuperating Yo, walk the warpath like a brave Mohican Then scalpel the tongue chief rocker speaking Young gun, bust and murder the sound boy Anything in my way, no choice but to destroy "Hold my ground like it's high noon" Trigger happy, blazing these mics to this undoubtedly Unanimous that we the champ, to center your cipher And blow up the ship, just to get a rep, that’s the way we step Droppin rhymes, so clean out the top You think I had a violent Naughty locks chopping you down like box cutters Spreading this lyric on the ideo like butters Gripping neck, keeping next, the style that you missing But you be getting it from the rendition Hitting this rap game with some tight shit to remain 'Cause it's only the quicker the dead and I must remain You know the name, Misfit, speed of the mantis Rhymes will split your wig at ten paces, show down shit So bring it, you had your warning Mr. Martin, is on his way with an open coffin Talking your way out of this, won't happen We taking it to the front of the stage with a gun clapping And when we done with your, we run your crew out of town Dis that shit, stomp your wack lick sound Never come around or let us catch you on the rebound We pound suckers like cats who can't rap, who want to clown "Hold my ground like it's high noon" Yo dressed and ready to shoot, in my bad boy suit Pistol grip on the hip like these cowboy boots Ready to rip, some running judgement day coming When we clack and reload like Kardinal done it And ban it from the ground to the roof 'Nuff chat dem rats, se we leave no proof As we move, rarely got nothing to prove Rough ride and abide by none of the rules Work our vibe, watch the hand read the eyes Quick draw, nobody moves nobody dies Yo, we in control let the story be told By the Rascal outlaws from the north coast What, you didn't know, FitnRed handle them foe Take of the them soul, hang 'em out, let them die slow And account of who the best was when they roll Granted by the hand passage who afraid to explode Yeah yeah, that's the way it goes Anti-??? behold, we lay down tracks while the rest of be told So best move and gets go, act like you've been told By the heat of the sun or the tongue, when we let go "Hold my ground like it's high noon" Word, see what I'm saying Rascalz, straight up we ain't playing North west side of things The Outlaws laying it down The story's already been told Rascalz, is the way we come brother (Word up) Word (From the mountain top to the valley below) (Let the story be told my man, let it be told) "That sound, is there time for hope?"