Pepper Spray - Jehst, Kashmere, Sir Smurf Lil'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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