Gutter Fight (First Draft)

Trying something different with this one. Part of what I'm planning to be a whole series of tracks set in the wastelands.

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Approach the fight with my swagger on
Me, cheese, and O.C.
Like the three
Musketeers of this shit

Bout to get some OGs
Busting tears in this bitch
Like them old school flicks
We’ll get ‘em cooled real quick

Crying, down on they motherfucking knees
Gazing up at me
Tell me where the stash at
Or be ready to face my heat

Some cats just don’t understand
How this place can be
If machines are the worst you seen
(Then) You ain’t seen me

You see dumb crooks embrace this new age
Like they can taste freedom
(But) Meet me in the wastes and tempt fate
Then son, you ain’t leaving

(Whether) Thieving
Or just mouthing me off?
I don’t give a shit, I’ll waste ya real quick
And bust off two shots

(In this spot) On this rock
There’s nothing to stop a cat like me
There’s no shots from police
When blocks burn to debris

Just keep an eye for machines
(As) When you creep across the landscape
Fiends remain fiends
And that’s something that will never change

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(It’s like) Blood murder magic
Stuck in a place damned
Face the gutter fight
In the motherfucking wasteland

Cold grey metal
Flooding over great sands
Taste the blood of life
In the motherfucking wasteland

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Pass a couple blocks
Closing on the spot
_ Open streets promise death
We (keep) in the shadow of rocks

and debris, When we step to the scene
Play it sweet
Cheese gives the nod
And we stop to check our weaponry

I cock the hand canon
(And) Hold it by waist line
C loads his heater
And cheese checks his nine

Just across the way
Around the burnt frame of the
Tower from yesterday
Is where they holding their weight

I scope the two dudes
Grabbing on this chick, they got her titties out
One dude smacks her in the face
Cat looks pretty stout

He laughs
Opens up his mouth, lets something witty out
I take aim with my pistol
Other dude starts to shout

Let a bullet out
First cat goes down
Trick screams
The second cat shouting: shut the fuck up now

_ Reaching for his heat
He snatches it
But catches a blast from OC
And plants his arse in the street

He keeps hollering
Searching on the ground for his gun
OC raise his rifle
Where the package at son?

Yo we tragically blunt
_ Chick still screaming
From the sight of the gun
We bout to finish this cunt

C’s breath turns to blood
As a shell shreds his rib cage
Ending the kid’s days
Oh fuck we been played

Me and cheese spin around
Guns cocked to shoot
And clock two more dudes
Armed in big suits

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(It’s like) Blood murder magic
Stuck in a place damned
Face the gutter fight
In the motherfucking wasteland

Cold grey metal
Flooding over great sands
Taste the blood of life
In the motherfucking wasteland

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We facing two human tanks
Men wrapped in metal
With big guns that bang
Here to settle the score

_ Them big boys approach
Clearly ready for war
They shredding OC’s corpse
Before he spread on the floor

But yo cheese got em locked off
Pops a couple shots off
Bullets bounce right of they chests
We hit the dust

Time to back pedal
We catch a breath behind some rubble
Take a sec to reload
Prepare to hit the road on the double

No chance
Bros on a steady advance
Then we hear one shout:
Who rules the motherfucking wastelands?

They laughing
Trigger fingers blasting
Shells banging round the ruins
Straight got us pinned _

My man cheese flash a grin
And rips the pin from grenade_
He whispers: fuck you bitch
And throws the shit their way

Hear em dip in the spray
Of red hot smoke and shrapnel
Walk out in the cloak
Steady firing out some action

Chick still screaming
She be caught in the cross fire
Don’t know who she fears more
Them or us

Machine rears up
Heat tears the bitch from the waist up
Blood and fire spray across my face
Oh fuck

We outta luck now
Tell my man cheese it’s time to duck down
Hear the gun sound
Another ray scorch the ground

(A) Tall tripod of metal
Glistening like titanium
He blasts his heat ray
And catch a tank through the cranium

The beast stamps down
Pinning cheese on a rock_
But before my man burns
He let’s another nade off

Like blaugh!
Machine starts to drop _
Long metal legs crumbling
The ground shakes from the shock

Flames baking the block
I’m saved, drop my glock
Can’t believe I’ve escaped
Praise cheese for the shot

Now I figure that we’ve squashed
The threat _
I feel the barrel of the last tank’s
Gun on my neck, like…

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(It’s like) Blood murder magic
Stuck in a place damned
Face the gutter fight
In the motherfucking wasteland

Cold grey metal
Flooding over great sands
Taste the blood of life
In the motherfucking wasteland

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