Topical Track, refers to the wild west in the verses. Beat from Afu Ra

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Desperados ride horseback on raw tracks-
Distort raps with speed that hit Pentium 4 stats/
My thorax has been declared most viscous-
So every sheriff out here has put me on a hit list/
Verbal Lassos hittin attack mode-
Relaxed flow, will kill a Saloon full of u assholes/
Syntax code has never been known 2 spit wack flow-
Beatin SicksentZ is infathomable/
Emphatical flow projects, as I gallop into sunsets-
The illest bandit u could run with/
Want beef come get ya ration-
I’ll give ya face enough ‘hits’ to certify it triple platinum/
Learn that I’m reactin, or get ya team chewed up-
The only cowboy out with a 16 shooter/
Sick needs you ta’, mosey yourself along-
Or prepare your whole damn town 2 get attacked at dawn/
Insane raps, I see that ya brain lacks-
As I stay stacked, tying your Gesibelle to the train tracks/
So take that, itz really what u can get-
How silly u n*ggas is, I chill wit Billy the Kidà
Yor really need to resist, the hunger inside your belly-
I’d drop u 2 the floor but you’re under my style already/
Come around and tempt me-
I’ll attack a n*** wit words, turn an adverb into an adversary/

Desperados----- The streets is the wild west- Act up, and we’ll take a piece of ya squads chest
Desperados----- Act up and reload dilingers- Meet us at high noon, 10 paces, we killing ya
Desperados---- Rockin spurs, ready to battle- Gallop if u want, We shootin herbs off their saddle
Desperados---- F*** Cow boys and Indians- We known to blaw boys, 60 seconds we’re ending him













I came through, putting and end to your squads reign-
Stepped up, eyes squinched harder than John Wayne/
That ice grill, I’m seeing through-
We could chill, but this town isn’t big enough for me and you/
You got 1 day to mosey along-
After that, this COLT 45 will make sure your gone/
Sleep on it, or the kid will decease varmints-
Trading your leather vest for some Rest in Peace Garments/
The night before the showdown, you scared in your room-
While I’m up starting fistfights in the nearest saloon/
Drinking hootch from wheat grain, heart beats flame-
As u toss and turn in bed, making yellow sheet stains/
Your whole teams saying I’mma leave you stiff-
People flock from surrounding towns, they wanna see u hit/
You wake up to guns sounds, 11:46-
14 minutes until I’m finished with this bi***/
10 minutes pass now we’re standing back to back-
3 minutes pass, 60 seconds that ass is flat/
One minute passed, now we’re startin our 10 paces-
The tension in the air’s so vivid the crowd can taste it/
I turn round after 10, reaching for my weaponry-
One shot, perfectly lining up the trajectory/
U fall, a spot in your chest is hollow-
Dog I told ya’ll what could happen when you’re dealing with some…..

Desperados----- The streets is the wild west- Act up, and we’ll take a piece of ya squads chest
Desperados----- Act up and reload dilingers- Meet us at high noon, 10 paces, we killing ya
Desperados---- Rockin spurs, ready to battle- Gallop if u want, We shootin herbs off their saddle
Desperados---- F*** Cow boys and Indians- We known to blaw boys, 60 seconds we’re ending him