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...

 Chorus
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 [Primo scratching]

 "I got the wild style..." / "Black Cowboy"

 Verse 2
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 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...

 Repeat chorus

 Verse 3
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 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 Sixteenth [Sistine] Chapel
 Known to kick and grapple, so you couldn't test the Real McCoy
 The Black Cowboys
 And this is the showdown...

 Repeat chorus