Revolvers Are Lethal

from 1967 EP by MICL

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lyrics

Beat you in a game of dead horse flat in 60 seconds
Ballin' like the Philly 76ers back in '67
I control the court, you come up short like Frodo's sword
Seeking out the ring, I ghost ride the Polo horse

I'm the good, the bad, and ugly all in one
With the savage gun, I come to leave a mark, be on the run
Turn the town upside down, cut the loot and hit the freeway
I even racked the ITC Fenice™

P-O-L-O style, thrown out in cold weather
But picked up in the zone dos jeep
Don't expect the 'X' to be the ecstasy of finding treasure
Probably nothing but an old skeleton's gold teeth

So my pen strokes heat like deadly deserts
Wandering like an old spaghetti western
Passenger cars derailed by powder kegs
Firebirds poppin' out of Fabergé eggs

I rock a beat so you have to feel the flow
I gotta eat so I had to steal the show
As the smoke billows I lay low like a pillow
MICLangelo, I sip Merlot, down in Amarillo
A string of robberies reported in The Register
Sherrif's got nada, see you on la strada

Like a mirage of water in the distance
Just want God to acknowledge my existence
Guns to the sky, I handle my business
That's why, this revolver, I draw it with the quickness