High Noon Lyrics - Singles - Rascalz

[Red 1] 

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 

CHORUS 

"Hold my ground like it's high noon" 

**scratched by Kemo** 

[Misfit] 

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 

CHORUS 

[Red 1] 

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 

[Misfit] 

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 

CHORUS 

[Misfit] {Red 1} **Chorus continues in background** 

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 *repeated* 

{From the mountain top to the valley below} 

{Let the story be told my man, let it be told}