Horsementality – Canibus – letras

f/ Killah Priest, Kurupt, Ras Kass[Ras Kass]The beginning of the end niggas![Canibus]Yeah, we gon’ rock this shit forever, the alpha and the omegaThe Canibus’ll make your eyes redderFUCK ya’ll niggas talkin bout cheddar[Ras Kass]Brought to you by your millennium group The Horsemen[Canibus]Four swordsmen (From the land of the lost)Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Can-i-busThrow your 4’s up or get your vocal cords cutMOTHAFUCKER!!![Both] Wavin the four-four![Kurupt]I’m headless nigga, but I packs a big pieceBlastin, they let assassins loose on the streetMurderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throatsI toss fire at niggasMothafuck a six, the condos is supposed to be flip bricksAll thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch niggaI’ll throw some fucked up kicks onNext is a small tank top, the spot, shot it upBeat you in your face wit a rope knotted upCuz we don’t give a fuck, the Headless Horseman KuruptSee I’m off the wall nigga, HorsementalityA Horseman nigga and that’s all I’ll beSee I’m tired of this Barkley shitNiggas talkin shit, I wanna see the streets dark againLet the heaters spark againPolice callin all cars off thenPowerful as a mothafuckin VulcanMy specialty is poetically lyrically energetically ultramagneticallyDogg Pound pedigreeFuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch, only grimy shitDirty shit, holocaust thirty-thirty shitMissle click, assassin SicilianKill women and kill men, and kidnap childrenFor vengance in the name of the HorsemenSlice your Achilles tendon, the Headless HorsemanAnd we abide by the code of the streetsThe makings of a real MC nigga(C…C…C…C) yeah bitch![Canibus]So just abide by what you ride byCuz we abide by what we ride byJust abide by what you ride byCuz we abide by what we ride by[Killah Priest]Mothafucker, it’s started, four apocalypic prophetsAppearin outta floatin objectsWearin mid-western garmentsLong trenchcoats wit our hands in our pocketsSlappin all you scary-ass rap artists half retardedSwear by our fore fathersAnything you speak, think, or show will be disregardedThen I drag your frightened ass through the darknessBring you out the other side as a carcusI’m heartless, regardless if you claim to be gods or goddessTo me, ya’ll all garbageI see all of ya’ll as movin targetsAnd my lyrics be the atomic rocketCosmic vomic spittin, hittin at ya Vietnam vetsWit military arms and bombs strapped to our chestCastin meteor storms and cometsNow who wanna make the next rise cometAnd be the first one left unconciousAfter I squeeze your head like the CharminFuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throatAnd squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric voltsSatanically sacrifice your ass like in a coltHave your seance inside of a dark synogogueWe was lyrically sent to ya’llLike deminigod to put a end to ya’llSpit bites like dogs and get the scent of ya’llHorsemen, we be scorchin when we be walkinWit the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin[Ras Kass]Let’s serve it out like the breezeNow watch me do one-armed handstandsAnd hang these N-U-T’s over seven continents and seven seasStreets is LeboneseBe rockin Bogari wrist watches and sniper marinesMost of these MC’s can’t even rapJust modeling, go gold and get big-headed like they swallowin collegesI spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill em outYou what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuckMe? I’m ain’t even in my primeWhen I write my dopest rhyme, western civilization declinesCatch me hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mindBut I rep westside, so I keep L.A. timeThat’s a three-hour differenceSo when my bitch is a six, she really a nineIn seven days, she’d still be a dimeCall me Blaze Skywalker hittin jugular veinsCrack open your skull wit a paperate and suck out your brainsKiddo, I be doin my thug-thizzo for shizzoAnd the wife of a careless man is almost a widowSo what’s happening, from P.I. to ’99 MaddenSince police be jackin blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig LatinUckfe uye ichbe echbe a igginebe and free Keith Murray(*Translation: Fuck you bitch ass niggas*)[Canibus]Yo yo yo yoI kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six meghertzMake lightning flash across the sky everytime I curseSix-hundred and sixty-six flashesGive out six-hundred and sixty-six lashesTo the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six Master of Ceremony has-beensPut a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap isIf he’s a *Catholic* I nail him to a crucifixThen I beat him till he’s blackish-blueishThen perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicksBeat em wit two whips wit pieces of broken glass glued to itYour whole crew gets bayed and nueteredAs i aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bulletsYour armored cars and your kevlar vests is uselessI’ma fuck all of you pussies like group sexYou get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonmentFor bitin off another niggas’ shit you bitchYou got caught, now you on the other side of the lawSnitchin on mad niggas in a soundproof courtTo get some of your sentence knocked off, na nigga you wildinCuz you still be in Riker’s Island gettin forced to toss saladsYou scared of that, wit a phobia fear of thatI’ma tape it on a digital video DAT and send a copy to MiramaxLeave you exposed, turn on the fiction and fact so everybody you knowYou a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin ass niggaThat got fucked in the ass by a father figure(Battle who?) I’ll bruise and bash you, blast youAutograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattooDelivering mind blowin rhymes and poemsControllin my tongue when I’m flowin like pilot controlled BoeingsWhen I get bitten, I bite backQuicker than Tyson attacks, I don’t give a FUCK if I don’t get my license backSo, take cautionThe Four Horsemen’ll chop your head off wit a sword thenGallop northwardMC’s take cautionThe Four Horsemen’ll chop your head off wit a sword thenGallop northward mothafuckersYeah, so just abide by what your ride byCuz we abide by what we ride byJust abide by what your ride byCuz we abide by what we ride by, HA![All]Wavin the four-four! All you heard was « Priest, don’t hit me no more »Wavin the four-four! All you heard was « Bis, don’t hit me no more »Wavin the four-four! All you heard was « Ras, don’t hit me no more »Wavin the four-four! Aiyyo Kurupt, hit them niggas wit the hardcore[Kurupt]Yeah nigga, I’m headless without thoughtsWit my mothafuckin arms crossedI transform from a Dogg to a HorseTook over the whole race courseThrow the jockey off the saddle, now who the fuck really wanna battle?*Fading*Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missleLet it whistle, they fall fuckin ’round wit the Dogg