De La Soul — Unfold

Now here lies a tale of three lone outlaws Chained to the game they were bound A long way from home they were facing As they traveled through unknown ground Pos: We were on our way back to the New York act Sunrise in the sky giving me eye Long trails ahead, horse needs to be fed Stumbled on a town built upon ground soaked in bullets and blood The best that murderous slain Wanted by the law man so the draw hand is ready Catch the local steady looking but they silent threat caused no fret Mase lit the blunt with style and said [Mase - inhaling] "this fire's ?, stick around for a while" So they climbed down from their saddle Will all eyes a comin' Like drifters, their face stone hard The ways of a man can always be tested So through the whispers they rode on guard Pos: Never felt such a warm welcome as this We need to venture into these parts more often Mase: Hold your horse, we've been in worse one-horse towns than this I'll tell you one thing, I can go for a gut walla right now, and have a hog killin time Pos: Well there's a saloon over there to the left Pos & Mase: Right next to the bank! Make way to the saloon it's not even noon It's packed bending elbows tossing them back Bar keep slid us two Jacks and one Jill comes over for the thrill (hi stranger) I told her how I steal the show there for a day to lean on She was keen on my advance but Mase glanced at a storm a brewin' His eyes motion me to look West See a poker game going towards the favor of a stranger He wins, it ends with holes in his chest Dave: Now when it comes to a dice game, yeah I'm your Huckleberry I buy and short cause cars are my kryptonite A round table of high bind is all broke A fifth of tobacco, whiskey, and all smoke The proper canvas for a ham sandwich I'm all excessive, but they don't seem to take kind to jokes I had that glare in my eye, nose down Full house, Jackson Fives; Motown Their eyes harbored malice Their breaths wreaked of envy A showdown would be set for noon In the eyes of the township All bear witness To the gambler who met his doom Wait a minute Jingler He's cheating He's sliding cards He sure is Nobody slides cards on tumbleweed baker That's right TB Stop saying that! they'll think I'm a lunger Listen boy, there's only one way of settling this in these parts Showdown, high noon Now it is a cowboy, there lies a pasture 10 cent man takes with the of expense 10 steps A mind never taught me to show my best kept So a secret and a lie; peas in the pod I'm lightning on the draw and there's fire in this rod In my will to tarnations my death should be avenged A funeral's a testament; let's see who attends Small church in Gotham laid down with gems in my eyes I snap back in my boots, is this the end? Are you ready to die, boy? Not today When that clock strikes noon, draw, dead man When the troubles of the land Grab hold round the mountains Valleys seem to swallow you whole Grab your reigns and let your courage As stories to remember The pasture will soon unfold Unfold Unfold May they unfold Unfold May they unfold Unfold