Lyrics Pepper Spray - Jehst, Kashmere, Sir Smurf Lil'

Pepper Spray

Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves
Little fake cowboys better step away
You get pepper sprayed
By the hot-shot
You’re just a featherweight
Trying to shadow-box
It’s that high plains man again
Mad as Bruce Banner when they hit him with the gamma ray
The Incredible J
The rhyme animal
Getting medieval, hit 'em with a cannonball
My shadow cast over the capital
My shadow cabinet backing it with a bag of tools
Back on all formats
Taking out all that wack
With an open-hand slap
You can’t hold the man when he’s holding the Jack Dans
Scanning at the jam
Jam-packed like Band Aid
It’s Dapper Dan
Harry Callahan, badder man chat for the DAT Tape
My team got my fleet with
We move like Mason with secret handshake
And all that other shit
I beamed down from the mothership
Minutes ago
Yo, I’m loving it here
Because they gave me a bottle of beer
And some bubblegum bud that’s got enough orange hair
Hell Yeah
Living on the itchy side of the city
Putting sticky-icky in the air
Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves
Little fake cowboys better step away
You get pepper sprayed
By the hot-shot
You’re just a featherweight
Trying to shadow-box
Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves
Little fake cowboys better step away
You get pepper sprayed
By the hot-shot
You’re just a featherweight
Trying to shadow-box
Oh shit
Up in my casket
Suddenly I’m awake
Break the fuck out my coffin
Dig my way out the grave
I hear voices in my head
Telling me to behave
Summon a clique from out the cemetery of brays
I hear thugs are now repping the streets
Pouring their hearts out on R&B beats
That shit’s weak
Blood I can’t show you how much
So my crew’s coming through
Microphones in the clutch
Smoking a dutch
Third eye roasting you ducks
Crushing the heads of you sorry punks posing in clubs
I heard pink is the new black
Gotta be shitting me
Gangster rappers turned faggots in the industry
The name’s Vader
Mechanical arm and pulse-phasor
Target aiming your head
You sense danger
I’m an evil sorcerer with a pen
And now that I’m back
The spirit world’s warring again
Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves
Little fake cowboys better step away
You get pepper sprayed
By the hot-shot
You’re just a featherweight
Trying to shadow-box
Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves
Little fake cowboys better step away
You get pepper sprayed
By the hot-shot
You’re just a featherweight
Trying to shadow-box
I concrete surf the hardship
Then love the way I take babysteps from the guardian starship
You see, I’m platforms of babysteps above you
You rappers still working with under-developed muscle
While I paraglide into paradise
Human dragonfly
See Smurf
He’s still king of the Paraguay
Smurf crazy?
What you think?
Dash you in the desert and only give you salt water to drink
Live individually
Speak freely
Yeah I brought Hackney along with me it’s okay
You can breathe easy
You still spitting that premature taste
You mean to tell me you’re still working at that premature pace?
Don’t have to kidnap grandson?
And have your family already cutting him of them family photo albums
You refused ransom
And when the streets were starving
You could have at least broke them off a couple thousand
Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves
Little fake cowboys better step away
You get pepper sprayed
By the hot-shot
You’re just a featherweight
Trying to shadow-box
Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves
Little fake cowboys better step away
You get pepper sprayed
By the hot-shot
You’re just a featherweight
Trying to shadow-box