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Hip Hop for british
This Aint a band, this is just me Demac. Hello, I guess sine people will know the name, but if not check my stuff anyways. I am a british MC, and love what I do.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,401
Peak in subgenre #229
Author
Demac
Rights
Demac and Reason
Uploaded
December 16, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Well we was sittin the chattin, bored and thought, lets make a track. Then we went, lets make a western track, so we did lol
Lyrics
Demac lyrics in navy. Cons in Black.
Demac:
I'm the rootin tootin shooter john dwayne be the name
spinnnin guns on both fingers, close my eyes to aim
I remain a sure shot, non stop when my grip locks
you better pray that I miss, but thats probably not
and this days gettin hot, so I'll hit the saloon
flick my match, light cigar, smoke n drink till noon
nothing better to do, wonder if my girls gonna show
she aint cheap, but she'll teach ya things ya didn't know
I sat down and called the bartender, start the bender
"I'll have a Whisky, if you see monique, send her"
he obayed and poured the whisky in a dirty class
I didn't mind, man the thing would only get smashed
he came back and said "I heard a man is after you!"
I said "so, whats he he gonna do? whats new"
just as a went to speak, I heard a voice, its monique
a quick greet, then we went upstairs for a tweak
Reason:
YEAH I DRESS GOOD, NAMES FLINT WESTWOOD,
6 SHOTTERS KNOWN LEAVE A HOLE WHERE UR CHEST STOOD,
LOOKING 4 MY BROTHER, SENT BY MY MOTHER,
NOT SEEN HIM SINCE A BABY, FOLKS SPLIT WITH EACHOTHER,
I HEARD HE'S EAST, BEEN DISTURBING THE PEACE,
SHOT IN THE LEG AFTER A SKIRMISH HAD CEASED,
BUT 1ST SOME ACTION, A FAIR LADIES ATTRACTION,
MONIQUE FROM FRANCE HAS BEEN THE LATEST DISTRACTION,
BE SEEING HER SOON, WHEN I GO TO THE SALOON,
HOPING SEE " SAM " SO HE CAN PLAY MY FAVOURITE TUNE,
BE ON GUARD IN THAT PLACE, 4 ALL SAKES,
TOO MUCH LIQUER & U LEAVE WITH A SCAR ON UR FACE,
APPROACHING THE NOISE, SALOONS 90% BOYS,
ASK BARKEEP BOUT MONIQUE, BUSY UPSTAIRS CAME THE VOICE,
HERE SHE IS NOW, FINISHED MY DRINK DOWN,
CUSTOMER IN FRONT OF HER, CLIMB STAIRS, WHAT NOW?,
Demac:
I proceed down the stairs, I knock into a man
I seen the anger inside, but his face was dead pan
can't let this man here, show me up in my saloon
so I made a strong choice, showdown at noon
Reason:
SIDE-ARM READY COCKED, 2 STUBBORN MENS EYES LOCKED,
HE BETTER MOVE CUZ FACT IS IM NOT,
HE MADE A SHOWDOWN, EVERYONE LISTENING TO IT GO-DOWN,
SHOULD OF LET IT BE, BUT STUBBORN PRIDE WONT ALLOW,
Demac:
So now the showdowns set, my brain tired and worn
my heart and feet both pacin, and my legs are torn
He agreed with haste, and took monique to our place
left me waiting, while he boned, hows that for bad taste
I'm feelin disgraced, man I promised I would never kil
cos last time I got this limp from a shooter bill
he shot right in my nerve, now I'm walkin funny
and got off with my horse and a bag of money
But I've learnt, and so this fella's gonna hit the ground
a dead aim, between his eyes, he won't hear a sound
the door opened and my heart quckly made a jump
never scared before, somethin about this punk
that makes want to back out, but its to late for that
so now I've gotta shoot him before he gets me back
I checked the clock, it was noon, we walked out the saloon
took the ten steps away and turned around to the doom
before I went to shoot, saw a scar, place on his head
I was shocked, so was he when he saw my leg
we both new, in that second that we were relative
but the gun still rose, for the hell of it
the floor stood still, the crow birds sang
we drew our guns parralel and we heard the bang ______________
Reason and Demac at the end
SO I CLIMBED WITH MONIQUE, THE CROWD HAD LOST SPEECH,
EERY QUIET PEACE, MURMERING WHO WILL BE DECEASED,
BUT FOR NOW SHE'S MINE, RUB MY SPURS DOWN HER SPINE,
CURSING MY PRIDE INSIDE, I SHOULD OF LET IT SLIDE,
MIND IN 2 PLACES, THINKING NOON , SALOON AND PACES,
SEEING THE PRINTER GETTING READY PRESS THE NEWS PAGES,
FINISHED WITH MONIQUE, LEFT A KISS ON HER CHEEK,
OH WHAT A WEEK, GUESS ME AND MY BROTHER WONT MEET,
FEAR BECOMES RAGE, FIERY LIQUER BECOMES FLAMES,
HELL HE'LL BE THE 1 WHO WONT AGIN SEE THE SUNS RAYS,
DOWNSTAIRS HE'S WAITING, IM UPSTAIRS PACING,
HEART RACING LIKE A TRAIN FROM THE STATION,
WE LEFT THE SALOON, I HOCKED UP AND SPIT IN THE SPITTOON,
BY THE SUN AND THE MOON, BROTHER I'LL S
