Lyrics Black Cowboys - 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...
(Primo
scratching)
"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...
"I
got
the
wild
style..."
/ "Black
Cowboy"
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...
"I
got
the
wild
style..."
/ "Black
Cowboy"
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