Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Verbal Gunfight, artist - Jurassic 5. Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Verbal Gunfight |
| Now what you hear is not a test |
| This is a verbal gunfight like the wild wild west |
| And if you got beef get it off your chest my son |
| Because the 2na's gonna show you how the west was won |
| We rolled up to the spot about a half past noon |
| Jumped from the horse, slid into the saloon |
| Walkin in the spot I heard the music man stop |
| Danced up to the bar, a double snapple on the rocks |
| Now mr. |
| bartender told me strangers get flack (Really black?) |
| But they’ll be fuckin with the black billy jack |
| Feel the mack, pull the trigger you never even got the chance bro |
| We move the crowd like we was Hoss on Bonanza |
| And my drink he never passed it, he got real sarcastic (Fat Bastard) |
| You them niggas from the crew called Jurassic |
| Talkin mad shit as his face showed a frown |
| You niggas better leave before the sun go down |
| Cuz uh, we be the king of, the verbal gunslingers |
| You better bring a casket, a preacher and a singer nigga |
| We be the kings of the ones that brought static |
| I use my rhymes like a Glock automatic |
| Ay yo, somethin lookin fishy yo I think we better watch |
| Yo, I’d make sure you got your trigger uncocked |
| Yo I’m sayin real niggas always deal a gun blast |
| Get the horse, kiss the girl, grab the mic and let’s dash |
| Cuz uh, we be the king of, the verbal gunslingers |
| You better bring a casket, a preacher and a singer nigga |
| Cuz when the lead locks on it don’t let ya |
| I’m not a grifter more like a high-plains drifter |
| And as the plot kickened, thickened, niggas started shovin me |
| Muggin me, tuggin me, into the good bad and the ugly |
| Troubly doubly I grabbed a glass full of bubbly |
| Publicly rubbin me I told my nigga Chali cover me |
| Yo, I gotcha back and I’m buckin I’m lookin back and I’m duckin |
| I’m tryin to get us the FUCK out the place |
| Brothas who was harassin we was doin the blastin |
| Yo suit go get us the bucks out the safe |
| Dead men never tell about the things they saw |
| The stakes is what can make a man become an outlaw |
| Hey, we be the peeps who keep the past alive |
| 2na fish, and Akil from the Jurassic 5 |
| Ay yo peeps has been grand, but understand we in a hurry |
| Emergency currency, many niggas that wanna murder me |
| Heard of me, and 2na fish capacity |
| Keepin the west blazin like Sundance and Butch Cassidy |
| Man, we need some type of plan cuz peeps is skanless |
| Thinkin that they can make a man hush with the ambush |
| My man bust til you crack the safe |
| Yo back is safe and we gon take the back escape |
| Now if you don’t know who we are, I suggest you better hiiiide |
| Or look down the devil’s eye, sing a lullaby |
| And the picture on my poster make my left side my best side |
| I’m on my last two rounds I let a thousand free |
| I heard the bartender called for the cavalry |
| Now they outside, waitin on my pal and me |
| Verbal gunslinger forever and proud to be |
| Cuz uh, we be the king of, the verbal gunslinger |
| And now they got the casket, the preacher and a singer cuz they |
| Fired at the five |
| Stay alive yo! |
| Rhymin with our back to the wall, tryin to survive the fall |
| Cuz dead men never tell about the things they saw |
| The stakes is what can make a man become an outlaw |
| Hey, we be them peeps that keep the past alive |
| It’s 2na fish, and Akil, from the Jurassic 5 |