[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]

[Inspectah Deck] "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)



[???] "That sound, is there time for hope?"