At Sundown (Vocal)

[Hook: L.I.F.E. Long] (x2)
Meet us at sundown
Pick your place, pick your city or your town
Wherever, however, whenever, we can get down
So draw the mic from out your holster and prepare to spit rounds (Prepare to spit rounds)

[Verse 1: L.I.F.E. Long and Oktober]
[Oktober]
Yo, I got an invitation from the enemy who let be known
Hand-delivered, ink still dripping, written on scrolls
The message says to come test, meet him at one, west
Around the time when the sun sets. Now what’s next?
[L.I.F.E. Long]
I caught a smoke signal at my rest. It was Oktober
Saying, “It’s on. Hurry up, get dressed”
Let’s rendezvous west, at the corral
See shots pop-popped, spraying through flesh, the message of death
[Oktober]
Def no stress. I caught L.I.F.E. Long’s response
First finger off of the fist that’s Holding Strong
Bringing arsenal from Brooklon, speech is gunshot
Connect at Location X before the sun drops
[L.I.F.E. Long]
Our blocks’ Glocks off safety for precaution
Hellfire got my back encased and scorches
We don’t want no problems, leave you dismembered
Remember? Told you before: we declare war

[Hook: L.I.F.E. Long] (x2)
Meet us at sundown
Pick your place, pick your city or your town
Wherever, however, whenever, we can get down
So draw the mic from out your holster and prepare to spit rounds (Prepare to spit rounds)

[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
Yo, first of all, let me explain
That foul-mouth talking’ll leave y’all on terrain
Remains all out, guts and all. Sick scenes
Slice and dice and disconnect and swords clash, letting off beams
Exploding bullets is the sound when beef sparks
Oktober got the light to open the dark
Spier1200 lay the background with sharp cuts
We move, traveling through wind, soaring with thrust
Bust a dart in the air, imploding, exploding
Foes get scarred when the gat’s pitching, throwing
Hollows in your range reload, click, change frames
Got the posse shooting out tinted Land Cruisers
Be wise choosers of your fate or become losers
It’s a stallion race. Our horses gallop in force
The wild cowboy sticking those that want to floss
Letting off street sweepers, sweeping snakes off their horse

[Hook: L.I.F.E. Long] (x2)
Meet us at sundown
Pick your place, pick your city or your town
Wherever, however, whenever, we can get down
So draw the mic from out your holster and prepare to spit rounds (Prepare to spit rounds)

[Interlude: Oktober]
L.I.F.E. Long, Oktober

[Verse 3: Oktober]
It’s like warfare battling my mentality
Fatality up in the valley of catastrophe
Oktober the family black sheep
Blaze the track for those who walk in the path after me
Actually, there’s nothing but crack fiends on back streets
Villains who pack heat in back seats of taxis
Then police are like running-man athletes
Trekking at track meets to catch me and it’s that deep
We got issues, drugs, and prostitutes
Crooked cops that cock pistols, shock at you
Closed fist, open eye. Anything is possible
Tell it like it is or tell your story in the hospital
My accomplice on hype songs: L.I.F.E. Long
Meet us at sundown and keep your mics on
I’ll position all the battle fights. Then we giving ‘em hell
And it’s another war story that we living to tell
Yeah

[Outro: Samples with Spier1200 Scratches] (x3)
"Now his feet want to fly back down the shop" - Sample from [?]