[Intro: Lateef the Truthspeaker]
Yeah, It's a gunfight, It's a gunfight
Where?
Outside
[Verse 1: Lateef the Truthspeaker]
I step out the saloon, about a quarter to noon
Might as well have been a quarter to DOOM
Strapped with my six-shooter, next to my six pack
My sawed-off, slung over my right shoulder, hung on my back
Heavy artillery weigh down my belt strap
Ain’t gon' be no killing me without the clack clack and crack
Of the hammer slamming down into action
On the chest of any courageous brave soul
Who wanna come test The West?
Select the weapon you want
But don’t mess with the best
Any problems we can lay ‘em to rest
Make sure they sleepin’ in the closed casket
With skills, that’s obviously the most, murderous
I paint the bullseye, just show me the target
There’s a vest that can stop that's ain’t been invented yet
If I got ya in my sights, it’s a fair bet
The back of your shirt is probably wet
And it ain’t just sweat
[Chorus: Lateef the Truthspeaker]
It’s a gunfight
Ya life on the line what's your rep?
It’s a gunfight
High noon, fight to the death
It’s a gunfight
Don’t bring no knives, no fists
It’s a gunfight, it’s a gunfight
Ya life on the line, what's your rep?
It’s a gunfight
High noon, fight to the death
It’s a gunfight
Don’t bring no knives, no fists
It’s a gunfight
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Squash it, proper airen aim on the strong bear
Matching pair o' nickel six poppers and throwin' on our gear
See 'pure Iroquois mi amor ya massi breed deed
To feed black bellies seeds in need
.44’s before the black talons, black stallions
Bag o' wagon’s rations, bullying for the cash in
What’s the haps, bust the caps
It’s a rap attack, factor that it could be a trap clatin' hats was cracked
Catch him at the river bed, nakedly wretched
Blood’ll flow downstream as they shiver, dead or check it
I’ll be up ahead away
Hold your fire, stay out the light
The stagecoach was wide open, something ain’t right
Shot in the back, felt two hot-lit entities
Empty 12 shells, horse fell
Sent Hell, six enemies
Surrounded by militia, they ‘bout to unmask me
Lastly, blew her a kiss and made plan B gasted blasphemy
[Chorus: Lateef the Truthspeaker]
It’s a gunfight
Ya life on the line what's your rep?
It’s a gunfight
High noon, fight to the death
It’s a gunfight
Don’t bring no knives, no fists
It’s a gunfight, it’s a gunfight
Ya life on the line, what's your rep?
It’s a gunfight
High noon, fight to the death
It’s a gunfight
Don’t bring no knives, no fists
It’s a gunfight
[Verse 3: Gift Of Gab]
Stepped out the s'loon about a quarter to five
I was jittery but the whiskey put the jitters behind me
I've been sipping since 12:50 (Not tipsy and blindly)
I come into the city square (Just to get blindly)
You see, Ol' Black Jack done got out of city jail and word is
He's pissed off and looking for my tail
Now we go back, me and Black Jack some time extended
He just did 3 years in jail for a crime I committed
Now when I tell we don't call lawmens
We take the dispute into our own hands
Cock pistols, take paces, and shoot
I hear footsteps behind me
It's Ms. Otture
I hear rufflin' in the bushes
It's just a old mule
I'm paranoid, it's gettin' dark and folks is goin' inside
Somebody grabbed me by the shoulder, I blew off his eye
It is just old Todd Rittlis
Now the jitters return
My soul started shivering
A Pallbearer carries his urn (Past me)
Ms. Cassidy came whispered in my ear
Said, "No need to look no further Mr. Black Jack's in here"
So here it is, I guess you might call this the moment of truth
I bust inside, my pistol cocked, Black Jack is sittin' at the booth
He turns around, we make contact, I can't see him, he see's me back
Once we draw, cut back and aim at each other, squeeze, clack clack
Oh, oh, you got me
You got me
[Chorus: Lateef the Truthspeaker & MF DOOM]
It’s a gunfight
Ya life on the line what's your rep?
It’s a gunfight
High noon, fight to the death (Do what I tell you)
It’s a gunfight
Don’t bring no knives, no fists
It’s a gunfight (You'll never take me alive)
It’s a gunfight
Ya life on the line, what's your rep?
It’s a gunfight
High noon, fight to the death
It’s a gunfight
Don’t bring no knives, no fists
It’s a gunfight