[Intro: Makeba Mooncyle]
The song I'm about to do, you know there's alotta battles
We have battles with ourselves, we have battles with the police

We have battles with friends, we have battles with people that look like us
We have secret battles with people that we don't even know that's battling us
But you know, this song I wrote, cuz, you know, I wanted to battle the beat

So I started to fight the beat, so, if you can hit this High Plainz Drifter
We can get it, we can get it, we can get it on
I'm feeling this here, I'm coming like...

High Plainz Drifter part two, it's orange in the house
Ill town, straight from boogie Brook Brook Brooklyn
United Kingdom, Makeba Mooncycle

Bout to drop some wisdom on your head like this

[Makeba Mooncycle]

I myself am much wider, you can even say bigger
When I deliver, I see you shake and quiver
I'm lasting longer, cuz I'm too swift and much stronger

Don't turn your back, cuz you might be a goner
I'm snatching props, like a posse steals loot, as I shoot
Off my mouth, blam blam, feel my anger

My lyrics hit shots like a 45 banger
Your a dirty dude with your rude attitude
Watching my back, cuz fiends attract

Absorbing all my energy, you really not a friend of me
Facing my face, what a waste
Why you sweating me, like Flex, stop 'stressin' me'

Killing me softly in your sleep, laying next to me
I brung it to your lower, it's hurting like a soda
When it comes to slinging, you better go retire

Into your groove like a madman's desire
I'm having fits, in my heart, there's a twitch
Staying on point, so my $$# won't get lit

We're going forth and back, back and forth like intercourse, he marked it
Cuz I was too fierce when we started it
It was like I was the target, so he flips

Aiming for my jugular, so I can run out of wind
Saved by the chorus, when Hev brung it in


[Chorus 2X: Makeba Mooncycle]
The High Plainz Drifter, no one does it swifter than me
Makeba Mooncycle, I be, sucker I'm a High Plainz Drifter


[Makeba Mooncycle]
Catch my breath so I can breathe

Have a couple these, to knock you off your peas
I got your keys held hostage, you can't face me
Like an ostrich, my arms are not too short

Practice from the Gods, peace to the Earths and the Gods
I fight back, with the track
Stop all you, from fronting like you hard

Too swift my %#@!, so I'm quick to react
Hit with the kicks and the hi-hats
Strapped to the bass, with sawed-offs for the cause

Me and my mic, four by four
Crushing your mental like a blow to the temple
A rat-a-tat-tat, here's some blows to your central

My authority is my credentials, I'm essential
You can't compete, so prepare for destruction and defeat
Population creeps, universally, quality, eternally

Born in hell, I'm causing problems, I got the vibe
That keeps my channel live, feel the passion
From the Population Click, female $$#assin, why you asking?

No time for talking, just keep your $$# walking

[Chorus 2X]


[Makeba Mooncycle]
Nothing can be done, I got you on the run

You was sweating bullets, while I reflect the sun
At the tumble off my weave, as I sit and roll my trees
Turn my black hat to the back for my enemies, I gets busy

Like Redman and Uncle Quilly, you must be silly
Break that $$# up, like an old $$# Philly
After smoking bud, I gets wiser, forgot my six shooter

My horse and my lighter, mental fighter, red slicer
I knock your man off his horse last nighter
I can dry ya, out like oxy, remember
You can never, outfox me, you better off messing with the, 'nother posse


[Chorus 4X]

[Outro: Makeba Mooncycle]
Uh-huh, you can't mess with this, cuz I throw fists
You can't mess with this, I throw lyrical fists

You can't mess with this, I throw lyrical fists
Sucka, I'm a High Plainz Drifter
It was the kinky, the notty
My voice will come to your party
Shine light on everybody, what

United Kingdom, Makeba Mooncycle
Yeah, the C.O.I.N.S., Illiana aka Taisha
What up, what up, what up, Brooklyn Rose this
Brooklyn Rose this, rodey rodey row
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