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Sadat X

Sadat X (born Derek Murphy; December 29, 1968) is an American rapper, most famed as a member of Alternative hip hop group Brand Nubian. Originally known as Derek X, Sadat takes his name from former Egyptian president Anwar Sadat. more »

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1997

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Wild Cowboys and you know this 
Lookin at a Cowboy and you know they're dead 

A lot of niggaz stepped up to the bad man 
Chest bucked out with your head wide open 
Hopin  to spot  a chip in this frame 
I lived and died by the burnin flame 
Of the OK Corral  Cowboy style 
From the Quarters on down to Colorado's 
Big niggaz from uptown  ridin into Tahoe's 
Saloon settin  kids is walkin round 
Drinkin whiskey and scotch, strictly out of shotglasses 
Lookin screwfaced at the next nigga who passes 
There's women in garter belts and ciggarettes 
And on the side there's the price game 
Niggaz is playin the price game 
Indian Red, was bangin niggaz in the head 
With his man Apache Joe, they take your money off the floor 
They side-bettin for a better, they makin cheddar 
That tribal shit is work ya sound the wompom drums 
Cause my Indian man'sll break your great dick, UHH 
Walk in the New York terrority 
On the back of a tree, there's a picture of me 
It says I'm lawless, flawless, a hustler plus gun rustler 
Wanted in Carolina, for sellin some of New York's finer 
Marshal Cooper say he want me, Marshal Cooper gotta get me 
Marshal Cooper say beat me, Marshal Cooper better wet me 
I gather alla y'all, all of my trusted men 
All of my baddest niggaz, niggaz that's quickest with the triggers 
There's distrubin news on the wire 
That my dome piece is done sent to piece out for hire 
I ain't goin down over no money exchange 
You late for say I, who reigns as King of the Range? 

In this land of wildness 
Yo you better pack your vest 
In the streets there's nothin but crime 
So you best to watch your behind... 

Meanwhile saloon settin is back to full swing 
Bar's gettin money people doin they thing 
There's strictly Boss Players with this kid named Minnesota 
As women start to fill up, turn the notch on the grill up 
And add mo' stakes to the house banks for gamblers 
Half-pipes to scramblers, and free for Wild Cowboys 
You never bring decoys if you want to make real nouse 
The bigger the stick, the bigger the fire 
I 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 doin this 
Women sayin don't get hurt, and I ain't plannin on it 
Ten steps taken as I hit the blam factor 
His dick to act up, was death the benefactor 
Leave him twitchin 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 need high to get the shit again 
I'm responsible for that body in the alley 
I'll Louisiana Purchase that ass with with Remi's spurs 
And hard shots of Tequila, where the dancin girls 
Let's get right as the story unfurls 
Piano man keep playin, keep them keys bangin 
Single man get three graves there's gonna be a hangin 
Now this right here ain't for the youth to see 
A grown man assed out swingin from a tree 

In this land of wildness 
Yo you better pack your vest 
In the streets there's nothin but crime 
So you best to watch your behind 

Joe Tex was the biggest hombre from the projects 
Had all the work locked down, so he thought 
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 passin like the buffalo 
Got his self rocked in the ninety-six brand new Acura 
Niggaz said it was lightning BLAOW blew out the back mirror 
Hah, youknowhatI'msayin? 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 

In this land of wildness 
Yo you better pack a vest 
In the streets there's nothin but crime 
So you best to watch your behind

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