Artist: Makeba Mooncycle Album: Throwback Classics Song: High Plainz Drifter Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Makeba Mooncyle] The song I'm about to do, you know there's alotta battles We have battles with ourselves, we have battles with the police We have battles with friends, we have battles with people that look like us We have secret battles with people that we don't even know that's battling us But you know, this song I wrote, cuz, you know, I wanted to battle the beat So I started to fight the beat, so, if you can hit this High Plainz Drifter We can get it, we can get it, we can get it on I'm feeling this here, I'm coming like... High Plainz Drifter part two, it's orange in the house Ill town, straight from boogie Brook Brook Brooklyn United Kingdom, Makeba Mooncycle Bout to drop some wisdom on your head like this [Makeba Mooncycle] I myself am much wider, you can even say bigger When I deliver, I see you shake and quiver I'm lasting longer, cuz I'm too swift and much stronger Don't turn your back, cuz you might be a goner I'm snatching props, like a posse steals loot, as I shoot Off my mouth, blam blam, feel my anger My lyrics hit shots like a 45 banger Your a dirty dude with your rude attitude Watching my back, cuz fiends attract Absorbing all my energy, you really not a friend of me Facing my face, what a waste Why you sweating me, like Flex, stop 'stressin' me' Killing me softly in your sleep, laying next to me I brung it to your lower, it's hurting like a soda When it comes to slinging, you better go retire Into your groove like a madman's desire I'm having fits, in my heart, there's a twitch Staying on point, so my ass won't get lit We're going forth and back, back and forth like intercourse, he marked it Cuz I was too fierce when we started it It was like I was the target, so he flips Aiming for my jugular, so I can run out of wind Saved by the chorus, when Hev brung it in [Chorus 2X: Makeba Mooncycle] The High Plainz Drifter, no one does it swifter than me Makeba Mooncycle, I be, sucker I'm a High Plainz Drifter [Makeba Mooncycle] Catch my breath so I can breathe Have a couple these, to knock you off your peas I got your keys held hostage, you can't face me Like an ostrich, my arms are not too short Practice from the Gods, peace to the Earths and the Gods I fight back, with the track Stop all you, from fronting like you hard Too swift my shit, so I'm quick to react Hit with the kicks and the hi-hats Strapped to the bass, with sawed-offs for the cause Me and my mic, four by four Crushing your mental like a blow to the temple A rat-a-tat-tat, here's some blows to your central My authority is my credentials, I'm essential You can't compete, so prepare for destruction and defeat Population creeps, universally, quality, eternally Born in hell, I'm causing problems, I got the vibe That keeps my channel live, feel the passion From the Population Click, female assassin, why you asking? No time for talking, just keep your ass walking [Chorus 2X] [Makeba Mooncycle] Nothing can be done, I got you on the run You was sweating bullets, while I reflect the sun At the tumble off my weave, as I sit and roll my trees Turn my black hat to the back for my enemies, I gets busy Like Redman and Uncle Quilly, you must be silly Break that ass up, like an old ass Philly After smoking bud, I gets wiser, forgot my six shooter My horse and my lighter, mental fighter, red slicer I knock your man off his horse last nighter I can dry ya, out like oxy, remember You can never, outfox me, you better off messing with the, 'nother posse [Chorus 4X] [Outro: Makeba Mooncycle] Uh-huh, you can't mess with this, cuz I throw fists You can't mess with this, I throw lyrical fists You can't mess with this, I throw lyrical fists Sucka, I'm a High Plainz Drifter It was the kinky, the notty My voice will come to your party Shine light on everybody, what United Kingdom, Makeba Mooncycle Yeah, the C.O.I.N.S., Illiana aka Taisha What up, what up, what up, Brooklyn Rose this Brooklyn Rose this, rodey rodey row Prodigal Sunn, Killah Priest, 60 Second, Hell's the Heaven Razah Royal Fam, yeah, yeah, the Clan, 7th Ambassador