Verse 1








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