High Noon
Rascalz Lyrics


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[Red 1]
Yo yo
We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper
Call Mr. Martin and the preacher
To the saloon, the showdown high noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon
Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya
Ride out and scout a safe hideout
With a bounty on my head, that's the word of the moth
Misfit and Red, wanted alive or dead
But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy ninja dread
Retreat to the bush where the Indians live
To survive off the land, recuperating
Yo, walk the warpath like a brave Mohican
Then scalpel the tongue chief rocker speaking
Young gun, bust and murder the sound boy
Anything in my way, no choice but to destroy

CHORUS
"Hold my ground like it's high noon" <-- Inspectah Deck
**scratched by Kemo**

[Misfit]
Trigger happy, blazing these mics to this undoubtedly
Unanimous that we the champ, to center your cipher
And blow up the ship, just to get a rep, that's the way we step
Droppin rhymes, so clean out the top
You think I had a violent
Naughty locks chopping you down like box cutters
Spreading this lyric on the ideo like butters
Gripping neck, keeping next, the style that you missing
But you be getting it from the rendition
Hitting this rap game with some tight shit to remain
'Cause it's only the quicker the dead and I must remain
You know the name, Misfit, speed of the mantis
Rhymes will split your wig at ten paces, show down shit
So bring it, you had your warning
Mr. Martin, is on his way with an open coffin
Talking your way out of this, won't happen
We taking it to the front of the stage with a gun clapping
And when we done with your, we run your crew out of town
Dis that shit, stomp your wack lick sound
Never come around or let us catch you on the rebound
We pound suckers like cats who can't rap, who want to clown

CHORUS

[Red 1]
Yo dressed and ready to shoot, in my bad boy suit
Pistol grip on the hip like these cowboy boots
Ready to rip, some running judgement day coming
When we clack and reload like Kardinal done it
And ban it from the ground to the roof
'Nuff chat dem rats, se we leave no proof
As we move, rarely got nothing to prove
Rough ride and abide by none of the rules
Work our vibe, watch the hand read the eyes
Quick draw, nobody moves nobody dies
Yo, we in control let the story be told
By the Rascal outlaws from the north coast
[Misfit]
What, you didn't know, FitnRed handle them foe
Take of the them soul, hang 'em out, let them die slow
And account of who the best was when they roll
Granted by the hand passage who afraid to explode
Yeah yeah, that's the way it goes
Anti-??? behold, we lay down tracks while the rest of be told
So best move and gets go, act like you've been told
By the heat of the sun or the tongue, when we let go

CHORUS

[Misfit] {Red 1} **Chorus continues in background**
Word, see what I'm saying
Rascalz, straight up we ain't playing
North west side of things
The Outlaws laying it down
The story's already been told
Rascalz, is the way we come brother
{Word up}
Word *repeated*
{From the mountain top to the valley below}
{Let the story be told my man, let it be told}






"That sound, is there time for hope?" <-- ???

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Rascalz's "High Noon" describe a group of outlaws who are preparing to engage in a gunfight in the Wild West. Red 1 and Misfit are both members of the Rascalz, and they provide vivid descriptions of the gathering at the saloon, where tensions are high as they prepare for the showdown. They use many western-western tropes, for example, their guns are referred to as "street sweepers," and the outlaws are depicted as having a bounty on their heads. The song is a showcase of their impressive rhyming skills and sharp flow. The chorus emphasizes their confidence and willingness to stand their ground no matter what, as Inspectah Deck's voice is scratched in, saying, "Hold my ground like it's high noon."


The track's final lines ask, "That sound, is there time for hope?" The meaning of this phrase remains unclear in the context of the song, and it is possible that it is a reference to something that was not included in the lyrics. Alternatively, it could be a question about whether there is still time for the law and order to prevail or if it is too late for that.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo yo
The Rascalz are here and they're ready to deliver a message


We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws
The Rascalz are rebellious, rough boys from Vancouver who violate the law


Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper
Red 1 is a skilled and deadly shooter who returned fire to your weapon


Call Mr. Martin and the preacher
Call for backup because the Rascalz mean business


To the saloon, the showdown high noon
Rascalz are ready for a shootout in the Wild West


Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon
The Rascalz are all dressed in black and ready for the battle


Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter
The Rascalz are ruthless criminals who shed blood without mercy


Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya
The Rascalz are ready to saddle up and ride into the sunset after defeating their enemies


Ride out and scout a safe hideout
The Rascalz are looking for a safe place to hide once they win the fight


With a bounty on my head, that's the word of the moth
Rascalz are hunted and there's a reward on their head


Misfit and Red, wanted alive or dead
Misfit and Red are wanted criminals who are being hunted


But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy ninja dread
Their enemy Billy is known for his quick draw and ninja skills


Retreat to the bush where the Indians live
Rascalz are retreating to the bushes where they're surrounded by Indian tribe


To survive off the land, recuperating
Rascalz are trying to survive by living off the land and recover from their injuries


Yo, walk the warpath like a brave Mohican
Rascalz are walking the path to war bravely just like a Mohican warrior


Then scalpel the tongue chief rocker speaking
Rascalz are going to cut the tongue of the chief speaker who talks too much


Young gun, bust and murder the sound boy
The Rascalz are young and fearless, and they will destroy anyone who tries to stop them


Anything in my way, no choice but to destroy
The Rascalz will stop at nothing and will destroy anything that stands in their way


Hold my ground like it's high noon
The Rascalz will defend themselves and won't back down from a fight


Trigger happy, blazing these mics to this undoubtedly
Misfit is a skilled rapper who is blazing the microphone without a doubt


Unanimous that we the champ, to center your cipher
The Rascalz are the undisputed champions in their circle or rap competition


And blow up the ship, just to get a rep, that's the way we step
The Rascalz would go to great lengths, even blowing up a ship, to gain respect


Droppin rhymes, so clean out the top
Misfit is dropping clean and sharp rhymes


Naughty locks chopping you down like box cutters
Misfit's lyrics are sharp and they will chop you down like box cutters


Spreading this lyric on the ideo like butters
Misfit is spreading these rhymes like butter on bread


Gripping neck, keeping next, the style that you missing
Misfit is grabbing listeners' attention with his style and flow


But you be getting it from the rendition
Listeners are enjoying the performance or the rendition of the Rascalz


Hitting this rap game with some tight shit to remain
Misfit has some tight rhymes to take over the rap game


'Cause it's only the quicker the dead and I must remain
Misfit must keep moving fast or he will be defeated and out of the game


You know the name, Misfit, speed of the mantis
Misfit is known by his name and he's fast and skillful like a mantis


Rhymes will split your wig at ten paces, show down shit
Misfit's lyrics are so strong they will split your head from ten feet away, during a shootout


So bring it, you had your warning
Rascalz gave their opponents fair warning to prepare for a fight


Mr. Martin, is on his way with an open coffin
Mr. Martin is coming with a coffin to collect the body of the defeated


Talking your way out of this, won't happen
The Rascalz will not accept any excuses or talking to avoid the fight


We taking it to the front of the stage with a gun clapping
The Rascalz will take the battle on stage and use guns to make noise


And when we done with your, we run your crew out of town
Once the Rascalz defeat their opponent, they will run their entire crew out of town


Dis that shit, stomp your wack lick sound
The Rascalz will disrespect their enemies and destroy their wack music


Never come around or let us catch you on the rebound
Their enemies should never come around again or they will be caught again


We pound suckers like cats who can't rap, who want to clown
The Rascalz will attack and destroy those who can't rap and those who mock them


Yo dressed and ready to shoot, in my bad boy suit
Red 1 is dressed and ready for a fight in his bad boy outfit


Pistol grip on the hip like these cowboy boots
Red 1 has a pistol on his hip, just like cowboy boots


Ready to rip, some running judgement day coming
Red 1 is ready to fight and the day of judgment is coming soon


When we clack and reload like Kardinal done it
The Rascalz will reload like Kardinal Offishall once did, after shooting their enemies down


And ban it from the ground to the roof
The Rascalz will ban their enemies from the ground to the roof


'Nuff chat dem rats, se we leave no proof
The Rascalz don't want to hear any talk and will leave no proof behind


As we move, rarely got nothing to prove
The Rascalz are confident in their skills and have nothing to prove


Rough ride and abide by none of the rules
The Rascalz are nonconformists and don't follow any rules


Work our vibe, watch the hand read the eyes
The Rascalz will work their own vibe and watch for the eyes of their opponents


Quick draw, nobody moves nobody dies
The Rascalz are ready to shoot and if nobody moves, nobody will die


Yo, we in control let the story be told
The Rascalz are in control and their story will be told


Word, you didn't know, FitnRed handle them foe
Misfit and Red will handle their enemies, and you didn't know that


Take of the them soul, hang 'em out, let them die slow
Misfit and Red will take the soul of their opponent, hang them out, and let them die slowly


And account of who the best was when they roll
Misfit and Red want to prove who is the best when it comes to the battle


Granted by the hand passage who afraid to explode
Misfit and Red are granted the power to explode and scare their opponents


Yeah yeah, that's the way it goes
That's just how it is


Anti-??? behold, we lay down tracks while the rest of be told
The Rascalz are anti-something (word unknown), and they will lay down tracks while the others will be told the story


So best move and gets go, act like you've been told
Their opponents should get moving and go away, as if they've been told already


By the heat of the sun or the tongue, when we let go
Their enemies will be defeated, either by the force of nature or the words the Rascalz spoke




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