The Quick & the Dead

Lyrics

[Verse] Imagine this was the wild west, what you hearin' is cinematic This is graphic, take ten paces and let this nigga have it This is rapping, don't get emotional with it Rap is competitive, so I'm just evokin' the spirits, aight Back to the story line, the year's about '49 The quickest gun in the game, I ain't run the forty time "Bartender, let me get a Bourbon on the rocks fast Matter fact, fuck that, pass the bottle and shot glass" A shot blast, one in the ceiling, funniest feelin' I turned around, five niggas standin', one of 'em grillin' He said, "Is there a Ransom in the saloon currently? And if there is, man up motherfucker, and come with me" I took another shot of my Bourbon, holdin' my nerves in I stood up and said, "Who's askin'? Who's it concernin'?" His said his name was Meek Mill, got a sleek build And a street feel, no tellin' how many rappers that he killed So be still, hand on my weapon, watchin' his movements He said, "If you the best nigga spittin', nigga then prove it" A 12 o'clock showdown Instead of bullets, we usin' words, verbs and pronouns It's 'bout to go down Looked him in his eyes and said, his killer's standin' in front of him I took my ten steps, then spit a scripture to punish him Stumbled him, the crowd was stunned, fell right in front of them I crumbled him in front of his woman, I had to humble him Hold up, I think I got hit, ran to the restroom A ill verse right through my shoulder, it's just a flesh wound Walked out, the crowd hysterical, you done did it now He was part of J. Cole's posse, wait 'til he gets to town Damn, he had a reputation for breakin' MC's down 'til they achin' I'm pacin', patiently waitin' Fuck it, let's get it shakin', I see that nigga ridin' up Tall kid, light skin swag with his hair knotted up I shot him up, fuck all the talkin', no time to chop it up He stood tall, I guess these verses just wasn't hot enough Sent somethin' back that was burnin' like black whiskey When that hit me, I knew the shit was just that risky React quickly, spit a verse from the old days When I said I had to ride on a nigga like road rage No way has he survived that, let him try that Had to lie back, right where he stood is where he died at Bruise, battered and scarred, these niggas battlin' hard Cross two off the list, the last name was Lamar Some called him K. Dot, he a great shot Him and Jay Rock, he a Top Dawg so I'm after they spot Still around high noon, the whole crowd thinkin' I'm doomed They takin' bets, they sayin' I'ma die soon Apply pressure to these five wounds, a top five goon And when I'm dead, bury me in my tomb with all of my tunes Lamar got it in for me, either I'm livin' like a king Or I'm dyin' in infamy, I just want what is meant for me The kid got intensity, plus he sick with it mentally I orchestrate death like the reaper playin' a symphony They tryin' to make sense of me, I'm built with a metal type density So if it get physical, you'll remember me Hold up, Lamar walked in, it's him and four men He had a small grin, he must thinkin' Duffle ain't goin' all in The whole bar cleared out, somebody cheered out "Kill him Lamar!", threw his beer out, and then he peeled out It's safe to say that he's the favorite, he started blazin' Shit was amazin', I shot 16, but it only grazed him His intellect saved me, that somethin' you can account for But me, I don't do the right things just like a southpaw I count four, shots to his stomach, I'm all about war I said, "Look, I shook up the world and did it without y'all" Stood over his body, my finger glued to the trigger He said, "If it was anyone, glad it was you my nigga" Damn, I hate that you had to go I cocked back and sent a hot verse right through his skull, BANG!