High Noon

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