Black Cowboy Lyrics - Jeru The Damaja

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 

I got the wild style 

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 

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 

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 labor 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 

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