The Quick & the Dead - Ransom

Imagine this was the wild west, what you hearin' is cinematic

This is graphic, take ten paces and let this nigga have it

This is rapping, don’t get emotional with it

Rap is competitive, so I’m just evokin' the spirits, aight

Back to the story line, the year’s about '49

The quickest gun in the game, I ain’t run the forty time

«Bartender, let me get a Bourbon on the rocks fast

Matter fact, fuck that, pass the bottle and shot glass»

A shot blast, one in the ceiling, funniest feelin'

I turned around, five niggas standin', one of 'em grillin'

He said, «Is there a Ransom in the saloon currently?

And if there is, man up motherfucker, and come with me»

I took another shot of my Bourbon, holdin' my nerves in

I stood up and said, «Who's askin'?

Who’s it concernin'?»

His said his name was Meek Mill, got a sleek build

And a street feel, no tellin' how many rappers that he killed

So be still, hand on my weapon, watchin' his movements

He said, «If you the best nigga spittin', nigga then prove it»

A 12 o’clock showdown

Instead of bullets, we usin' words, verbs and pronouns

It’s 'bout to go down

Looked him in his eyes and said, his killer’s standin' in front of him

I took my ten steps, then spit a scripture to punish him

Stumbled him, the crowd was stunned, fell right in front of them

I crumbled him in front of his woman, I had to humble him

Hold up, I think I got hit, ran to the restroom

A ill verse right through my shoulder, it’s just a flesh wound

Walked out, the crowd hysterical, you done did it now

He was part of J. Cole’s posse, wait 'til he gets to town

Damn, he had a reputation for breakin' MC’s down 'til they achin'

I’m pacin', patiently waitin'

Fuck it, let’s get it shakin', I see that nigga ridin' up

Tall kid, light skin swag with his hair knotted up

I shot him up, fuck all the talkin', no time to chop it up

He stood tall, I guess these verses just wasn’t hot enough

Sent somethin' back that was burnin' like black whiskey

When that hit me, I knew the shit was just that risky

React quickly, spit a verse from the old days

When I said I had to ride on a nigga like road rage

No way has he survived that, let him try that

Had to lie back, right where he stood is where he died at

Bruise, battered and scarred, these niggas battlin' hard

Cross two off the list, the last name was Lamar

Some called him K. Dot, he a great shot

Him and Jay Rock, he a Top Dawg so I’m after they spot

Still around high noon, the whole crowd thinkin' I’m doomed

They takin' bets, they sayin' I’ma die soon

Apply pressure to these five wounds, a top five goon

And when I’m dead, bury me in my tomb with all of my tunes

Lamar got it in for me, either I’m livin' like a king

Or I’m dyin' in infamy, I just want what is meant for me

The kid got intensity, plus he sick with it mentally

I orchestrate death like the reaper playin' a symphony

They tryin' to make sense of me, I’m built with a metal type density

So if it get physical, you’ll remember me

Hold up, Lamar walked in, it’s him and four men

He had a small grin, he must thinkin' Duffle ain’t goin' all in

The whole bar cleared out, somebody cheered out

«Kill him Lamar!», threw his beer out, and then he peeled out

It’s safe to say that he’s the favorite, he started blazin'

Shit was amazin', I shot 16, but it only grazed him

His intellect saved me, that somethin' you can account for

But me, I don’t do the right things just like a southpaw

I count four, shots to his stomach, I’m all about war

I said, «Look, I shook up the world and did it without y’all»

Stood over his body, my finger glued to the trigger

He said, «If it was anyone, glad it was you my nigga»

Damn, I hate that you had to go

I cocked back and sent a hot verse right through his skull, BANG!