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Voltaire - High Noon (rough cut - premixing)
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No mixing or doubles yet, just tryin to get some more stuff out for the listeners to enjoy.
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New Name, same rapper as Lymrik. New and Improved, nothin you wanna f*** with...
Fresh out of Adolescense, I updated my name to fit my new age and stylings. Used to be Lymrik, but a New Year brings in Voltaire.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
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#144,530 today Peak #1,149
#14,254 in subgenre Peak #101
Author
Voltaire
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Voltaire
Uploaded
December 13, 2004
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
After some thought on the subject, I realized that Wild West Duels and MC Battles were very similar, so I juxtaposed them, sometimes using metaphors of a shootout, sometimes of a battle.
Lyrics
Verse 1: The track was set Ten feet between death and chest If this collegue(sp) would dare to give his trigger a test And litter with text His victim on defensive is Seth Check and Balance the sum of slugs my vest can injest and try to push me In his eyes, I stand a rookie and I'm more prone to fall if I lose my footing But little did he know That every blow Is unneffecting Volt Invincible to threatening flows But emotion started buildin' When he started unconcealin' Buckin shells into my slender, sturdy frame Steady illin' Thirty seconds worth of his attempt at killin Unrevealin what he really thinks is skill ya'll So what's the deal? I'm feelin like I'm reelin off a reefer hit I'm breathin in Stabbed in the back by my people Like some Ceaser shit But I'm still standin, wonder what my secret is? Confidence to beat him Is what gets me on my feet again Hook: x2 This is a shootout Ten steps and pull, let it loose now Where nobody wants to let their gaurd or their Crew down I came for you so step out the saloon And grab your goons, pal Cuz it's nearly High Noon Verse 2: I staggered back some paces who was once my disgrace, now my prey stood adjacent Aimed, took a shot, knocked his bracelet Now he's disarmed Cleared my barrel, took a deep breath and now it's on Started off with an arrow heart-bound Needle poison every single dart round To tear his heart down He shouldn't smart mouth off to me Garuntee that a coffin is his next house to be So count to three or ten Let the end begin I blend a passage with Arsonic And he won't dare defend an Alchemist, I'm pennin algorithms with more flex than pecs trained by calistenics A thou rounds per minute A foul mouth to spit it like down south I serve with roundhouse to spin it And it lands out your grasp Here it is, the perfect style And I found it at last I let it blast Hook x2
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