Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Cowboy, artist - Jeru The Damaja. Album song Wrath Of The Math, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Black Cowboy |
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… |
(I got the wild style…) |
(Black Cowboy) |
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… |
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 Sistine Chapel |
Known to kick and grapple, so you couldn’t test the Real McCoy |
The Black Cowboys |
And this is the showdown… |