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[00:22.92]I walked in a saloon at high noon, the moonshine sipper[00:26.16]Spit a new rhyme till it's asta la vista[00:28.74]The king balloon twister, smash your transistor[00:31.35]"It's the High Plains Drifter", that had to resist the[00:33.96]Sickness of the city life, I sat by the river[00:36.63]A packet of Rizzler and a flask full of liquor[00:39.12]Made the locals ask: "who's the masked figure?"[00:41.61]Fill a page with the pain it seems you can't picture[00:44.40]The last heavy hitter, so many consider me[00:46.95]To be very bitter, switching up my delivery[00:49.74]Stitching up my injuries, and flipping imagery[00:52.35]Mixing toxins till I'm lost in the synergy[00:54.93]Drown in my misery, a man of mystery[00:57.51]I stand in the blistering heat as the epitome[01:00.06]Of the anti-hero, tipping my Stetson[01:02.61]Space cowboy, I drink whiskey with George Jetson[01:05.76]Two thousand and one, the space western[01:07.98]Quick on the draw, bring a war to your section[01:10.59]Blood Sport veteran, contraband cargo[01:13.11]The known desperado rolled into ?[01:15.51][Scratches][01:16.26][Verse 2:][01:35.79]I ride with lost peasants, hot stepping across deserts[01:39.21]Letting the dust settle for sheep who watch shepherds[01:41.73]Yeah I rock sessions, with unorthodox methods[01:44.46]The messenger, ready for death when God beckons[01:47.01]On frontlines worldwide kids have got weapons[01:49.74]And grey skies hide sunshine from the heavens[01:52.32]I'm threatened, by the seven sins of my species[01:55.20]I don't need TV, I read tea leaves[01:57.57]Smoke the peace pipe, in the chief's tepee[02:00.27]I speak freely, the 3D graffiti writer[02:03.27]Is kinda like the new easy rider[02:05.43]More bad apples in the cruel and cheap cidar[02:08.19]I breath fire, the propane flamethrower[02:10.80]Man the fort for this hostile takeover[02:13.53]I play poker-faced, hold a ace[02:15.84]Tucked up my sleeve, leave your mouth with a sour taste[02:18.90]That's just how I play the game nowadays[02:21.27]Apologies to the crowd, I'm a hour late[02:26.25][Scratches][02:26.64][Verse 3:][02:28.29]Battling me? That'd be an embarrassing mistake[02:31.23]Like promoters who don't get the "H" in the right place[02:34.23]My mic stays in close range, I travel the low plains[02:37.26]But drift on a high like ****[02:39.48]Exchange words with the man with no name[02:41.82]Inspectors, throwing up letters on the ghost train[02:44.61]I rotate, like old brakes on chrome plates[02:47.46]Hunched up, punching keys till my bones ache[02:49.71]I blow fakes outta the water, chucking harpoons[02:52.32]You can't move, running on the spot like a cartoon[02:55.08]Leaving a trail of destruction when I pass through[02:57.48]The drunk fool, fighting off demons with a barstool[03:00.09]Screaming "Ja Rule", my instincts are carnal[03:02.61]The dirty rascal, or the king of the castle?[03:05.34]I'm partial to both titles, the soldier's quote in the Bible[03:08.64]Holding my rifles to false idols[03:10.92]I love the crackle on the old vinyl, I rock break loops[03:14.10]And make moves from my HQ[03:15.66]I stay true to the ancient ways[03:18.03]The herbalist curb-surfer riding paper waves