Story Behind the Song
This is just a song I wrote, as I was picturing me chasing down my brothers killer. I just kind of lightened it and made it apply to hip hop. I had fun making this song, as you tell I went a little crazy on the bass guitar, lol. My piano was supposed to sound like one of those bar saloon pianos, with the swinging doors and the bar fights, but I don't know if that came across as I wanted it to. I really love the old west country music sound. So grab your cowboy hat, and spurs; the Highwayman rides again. This time I came as a Bounty Hunter, enjoy.
Lyrics
Bounty Hunter (D.Flythe)
Yeah I’m coming after him, I’m gone get him too…
I was sent here, with direct orders,
That if I see anyone fronting on real hip-hop, to take em out
Yeah, and that’s what I’mma do
Oh and huh, by the way, I am, the Bounty Hunter, come on
I sent a letter to your family, you didn’t reply, so I had to come looking for ya
You gone die son, if I catch ya
Spent forty nights up in a lecture
On how to lay niggas on a stretcher and not get caught
Thinking back to all the niggas I fought, damage I caused
Low key, but still I manage to floss
You provoke me, I come across swinging so fast you should have broke free
Fell to the ground on blow three
I’m like a sniper, trace you from the top of the roof
Your engineer ducked, cause he ain’t even safe in his booth
I’m like road rage, at it’s peak, gone aloof, speaking the truth
But in a manner that I’m reaching the youth
Road warrior, eat dust, erupt with the energy thrust
Burn you bad, make your engine leak rust
The mechanic, fix up, lyrics so I’ll never slip up
All my flows are like aqua fluid
What’s the point, man, I’m getting to it
I got nothing but love so I’ll dedicate my life to just this (justice)
I’m a new type of law enforcement, the type of cat to kick your door in
With red eyes, blood boiling, the Bounty Hunter
You better run from me, because I won’t stop
Until I find you and bring you real hip-hop, that’s how it is
You can’t escape me, no matter how you try
I bring the real and you fake cats are gone die, forward...
I got an attitude, ravishing niggas like Rick Rude
I’ll intrude on your personal space, spit in your food
Move for your sake, catch you chilling damper your mood
Get in your face, hit you like eight times straight
I’ve got a taste for a drum break, like meat on a plate
Give to hip-hop, destroy those who are seeking to take
I’m like a scud missile, find you at the peak of the lake
Then blind you with lyrics, deadlier than nuclear waste
The night crawler, shape shift, get under your skin
Travel through veins, and change when I come to an end
African rain release me with the souls of black men
Who back then, conquered Babylon, Rome and Athens
You can find me, measuring the height of your fame
Lightning quick like Mike in the lane, you get it
I’ll go insane, put a brick in your mail, the note attached reads
Run kid, I’m hot on your trail, signed, the Bounty Hunter
You can’t duck from me, no matter where you are
I’ll track you down and screw your face up with battle scars
So you, better hide from me, I mean you harm
I bring the pain of a good thang, that’s gone wrong
Potential madman, set lose on Manhattan
Flying like Aladdin, carpet flushed with black satin
Me and my crew, girls in the back, packed in
Ready for action, thinking how I’m gonna catch him
City slicker, you thought you had the tournament won
I had you all the time, I took the long journey for fun
Carry no heat, vocal cord serve as the gun
It’s so sweet to see him run, like I’m Attila the Hun
Son I’m crazy, you should have never entered my realm
Daniels lamb was slain by a sinner like you
Who tried to hide but got hit when my inner light blew
Chernobyl, global, left even the strongest immobile
I’m like the Gambit, blow cards, so throw up your guard
Collect the bounty if they want proof, I’ll show em your heart
So now it’s over, mount the horse and ride in the sun
My story is told of one man who got the job done
The Bounty Hunter…
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