Hang ’Em High (Wilderness Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: Sadat X and (D.V. Alias Khrist)] Wild Cowboys (And you know that...) Legend of the Cowboy (And you know that they're...) [Verse 1: Sadat X] A lot of nigga's stepped up to the bad man Chest puffed out with your head wide open Hoping to spot a chip in this frame I'll live then die by the burning flame of the O.K. Corral Cowboy style from the corners on down to Colorado's Big nigga's from uptown riding into Tahoe, Uh Saloon setting, kids is walking 'round, drinking Whiskey and Scotch strictly out of shot glasses Looking screw-faced at the next nigga who passes There's women in garter belts and cigarettes And, on the side, there's the price game Nigga's-playing-the-price game Indian Red was banging nigga's in the head With his man Apache Joe, they'll take your money off the floor They're side-betting for a better, they're making cheddar That tribal shit is working—sound the wampum drums 'Cause my Indian mans'll break the great dick—uh! Walk in the New York territory On the back of a tree, there's a picture of me It says I'm lawless, flawless, a hustler, plus a gun-rustler Wanted in Carolina for selling some of New York's finer Marshal Cooper say he want me, Marshal Cooper got to get me Marshal Cooper say he need me, Marshal Cooper better wet me I gathered all of y'all, all of my trusted men All of my baddest nigga's Nigga's that's quickest with the triggers There's disturbing news on the wire That my dome piece is done sent to piece out for hire I ain't going down over no money exchange Do they forsake, I, who reigns as King of the Range? [Hook: D.V. Alias Khrist] In this land of wildness, yo, you Better pack your vest, In the Streets, there's nothing but crime, so you're Best to watch your behind, uh huh [Verse 2: Sadat X] Meanwhile, saloon setting is back to full swing Bars getting money, people doing they thing There's strictly Boss Players with this kid named Minnesota (My man) As women start to fill up, turn the notch on the grill up And add more stakes to the house banks for gamblers Half-pipes to scramblers are free for Wild Cowboys You'll never bring decoys if you want to make real noise The bigger the stick, the bigger the fire, I'll never hit A man in the back—a coward acts like that Lay out my black hat 'cause I feel like the bad man Who on the rise, The D's to Manhattan Let's walk the thirty paces on the Now Rule races Oh, it's the Marshal Cooper, and I love how he doing this Women saying, "Don't get hurt," and I ain't planning on it Ten steps taken as I hit the blam factor Is dick an actor or is death the benefactor? Leave him twitching in the dirt like Cousin Harold from the Menace I'm in this to win this on the great, wide trail I'm ten times as bad as John Wayne could ever be Plus I'm down with the Indian, and he'd have to begin his shit again I'm responsible for that body in the alley I'll Louisiana Purchase that ass with Remy's purchase And hard shots of Tequila, Where the dancing girls? Let's get right as the story unfurls Piano man keep playing, keep them keys banging Funeral man, dig three graves—there's gon' be a hanging Now this right here ain't for the youth to see A grown man assed-out, swinging from a tree [Hook: D.V. Alias Khrist] In this land of wildness, yo, you Better pack your vest, In the Streets, there's nothing but crime, so you're Best to watch your behind, uh huh [Verse 3: Sadat X] Joe Tex was the biggest hombre from the projects Had all the work locked down, so he thought (Yeah, yeah, yeah) But he drank and got loose-lipped, let a lot of news slip Stripped of his game and got his self murdered Thoughts of him are passing like the buffalo Got his self rocked in the ninety-six, brand-new Acura Nigga's said it was lightning—BLAO!—blew out the back mirror (Hah, you know'm saying? Dig, check it out) They say that Cowboys never die, They just ride off into the sun A little tale from Sadat X of how the world was won Check it out, remember this Gun-slingers, dead-ringers with presidents Is found tied, with no explanation Of how they died, Yo, the great Sadat X The High Plains Drifter, No question [Hook: D.V. Alias Khrist] In this land of wildness, yo, you Better pack your vest, In the Streets, there's nothing but crime, so you're Best to watch your behind, uh huh