Pepper Spray

Lyrics

[Chorus] Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves Little fake cowboys better step away You get pepper sprayed By the hot-shot You're just a featherweight Trying to shadow-box [Verse 1, Jehst] It's that high plains man again Mad as Bruce Banner when they hit him with the gamma ray The Incredible J The rhyme animal Getting medieval, hit 'em with a cannonball My shadow cast over the capital My shadow cabinet backing it with a bag of tools Back on all formats Taking out all that wack With an open-hand slap You can't hold the man when he's holding the Jack Dans Scanning at the jam Jam-packed like Band Aid It's Dapper Dan Harry Callahan, badder man chat for the DAT Tape My team got my fleet with [?] We move like Mason with secret handshake And all that other shit I beamed down from the mothership Minutes ago Yo, I'm loving it here Because they gave me a bottle of beer And some bubblegum bud that's got enough orange hair Hell Yeah Living on the itchy side of the city Putting sticky-icky in the air [Chorus] Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves Little fake cowboys better step away You get pepper sprayed By the hot-shot You're just a featherweight Trying to shadow-box Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves Little fake cowboys better step away You get pepper sprayed By the hot-shot You're just a featherweight Trying to shadow-box [Verse 2, Kashmere] Oh shit Up in my casket Suddenly I'm awake Break the fuck out my coffin Dig my way out the grave I hear voices in my head Telling me to behave Summon a clique from out the cemetery of brays I hear thugs are now repping the streets Pouring their hearts out on R&B beats That shit's weak Blood I can't show you how much So my crew's coming through Microphones in the clutch Smoking a dutch Third eye roasting you ducks Crushing the heads of you sorry punks posing in clubs I heard pink is the new black Gotta be shitting me Gangster rappers turned faggots in the industry The name's Vader Mechanical arm and pulse-phasor Target aiming your head You sense danger I'm an evil sorcerer with a pen And now that I'm back The spirit world's warring again [Chorus] Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves Little fake cowboys better step away You get pepper sprayed By the hot-shot You're just a featherweight Trying to shadow-box Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves Little fake cowboys better step away You get pepper sprayed By the hot-shot You're just a featherweight Trying to shadow-box [Verse 3, Sir Smurf Lil'] I concrete surf the hardship Then love the way I take babysteps from the guardian starship You see, I'm platforms of babysteps above you You rappers still working with under-developed muscle While I paraglide into paradise Human dragonfly See Smurf He's still king of the Paraguay Smurf crazy? What you think? Dash you in the desert and only give you salt water to drink Live individually Speak freely Yeah I brought Hackney along with me it's okay You can breathe easy You still spitting that premature taste You mean to tell me you're still working at that premature pace? Don't have to kidnap grandson? And have your family already cutting him of them family photo albums You refused ransom And when the streets were starving You could have at least broke them off a couple thousand [Chorus] Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves Little fake cowboys better step away You get pepper sprayed By the hot-shot You're just a featherweight Trying to shadow-box Mr High Plains terror to your airwaves Little fake cowboys better step away You get pepper sprayed By the hot-shot You're just a featherweight Trying to shadow-box