[Red 1]
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Yo yo
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We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws
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Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper
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Call Mr. Martin and the preacher
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To the saloon, the showdown high noon
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Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon
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Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter
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Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya
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Ride out and scout a safe hideout
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With a bounty on my head, that's the word of the moth
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Misfit and Red, wanted alive or dead
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But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy ninja dread
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Retreat to the bush where the Indians live
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To survive off the land, recuperating
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Yo, walk the warpath like a brave Mohican
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Then scalpel the tongue chief rocker speaking
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Young gun, bust and murder the sound boy
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Anything in my way, no choice but to destroy
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[CHORUS]
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[Inspectah Deck] "Hold my ground like it's high noon"
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[scratched by Kemo]
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[Misfit]
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Trigger happy, blazing these mics to this undoubtedly
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Unanimous that we the champ, to center your cipher
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And blow up the ship, just to get a rep, that's the way we step
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Droppin rhymes, so clean out the top
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You think I had a violent
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Naughty locks chopping you down like box cutters
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Spreading this lyric on the ideo like butters
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Gripping neck, keeping next, the style that you missing
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But you be getting it from the rendition
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Hitting this rap game with some tight shit to remain
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'Cause it's only the quicker the dead and I must remain
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You know the name, Misfit, speed of the mantis
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Rhymes will split your wig at ten paces, show down shit
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So bring it, you had your warning
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Mr. Martin, is on his way with an open coffin
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Talking your way out of this, won't happen
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We taking it to the front of the stage with a gun clapping
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And when we done with your, we run your crew out of town
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Dis that shit, stomp your wack lick sound
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Never come around or let us catch you on the rebound
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We pound suckers like cats who can't rap, who want to clown
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[CHORUS]
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[Red 1]
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Yo dressed and ready to shoot, in my bad boy suit
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Pistol grip on the hip like these cowboy boots
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Ready to rip, some running judgement day coming
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When we clack and reload like Kardinal done it
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And ban it from the ground to the roof
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'Nuff chat dem rats, se we leave no proof
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As we move, rarely got nothing to prove
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Rough ride and abide by none of the rules
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Work our vibe, watch the hand read the eyes
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Quick draw, nobody moves nobody dies
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Yo, we in control let the story be told
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By the Rascal outlaws from the north coast
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[Misfit]
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What, you didn't know, FitnRed handle them foe
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Take of the them soul, hang 'em out, let them die slow
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And account of who the best was when they roll
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Granted by the hand passage who afraid to explode
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Yeah yeah, that's the way it goes
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Anti-??? behold, we lay down tracks while the rest of be told
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So best move and gets go, act like you've been told
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By the heat of the sun or the tongue, when we let go
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[CHORUS]
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[Misfit (Red 1)] [Chorus continues in background]
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Word, see what I'm saying
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Rascalz, straight up we ain't playing
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North west side of things
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The Outlaws laying it down
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The story's already been told
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Rascalz, is the way we come brother
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(Word up)
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Word [repeated]
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(From the mountain top to the valley below)
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(Let the story be told my man, let it be told)
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[???] "That sound, is there time for hope?"
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High Noon
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Rascalz |