High Noon lyrics

Artist  : Rascalz 
Song : High Noon



 Send "High Noon" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [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

   "Hold my
ground like it's high noon" <-- Inspectah
Deck

  **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