Rascalz High Noon Lyrics

Global Warning Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Global Warning
  • 2 High Noon
  • 3 Priceless
  • 4 Can’t Relate
  • 5 Gametime
  • 6 Population Control
  • 7 Top of the World
  • 8 Gunnfinga
  • 9 For the Rhyme
  • 10 As It Is
  • 11 Fallen
  • 12 C-IV
  • 13 Where You At
  • 14 Area 51
  • 15 On the Run
  • 16 Témoin
  • 17 Bordaline
  • 18 Lab Rat Produce
  • 19 Sharpshooter (Best of the Best)
  • 20 Blessings
  • [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

    "Hold my ground like it's high noon" <-- Inspectah Deck
    **scratched by Kemo**

    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


    [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
    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


    [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
    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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