De La Soul - Unfold lyrics

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

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
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