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Versuri Canibus F/ Killah Priest, Kurupt, Ras Kass - Horsementality
Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera C > Versuri Canibus F/ Killah Priest, Kurupt, Ras Kass > Miscellaneous - Horsementality[Ras]	The beginnin of the end niggaz!
 [Can]	Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever
 	The alpha and the omega
 	The Canibus'll make your eyes redder
 	FUCK y'all niggaz talkin bout cheddar
 [Ras]	Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
 [Can]	Four swordsmen
 [Ras]	From the land of the lost
 [Can]	Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Can-i-bus
 	Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut MOTHERFUCKER 
 [Both]	Wavin the four-four!
 
 [Kurupt]
 I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece
 Blastin, they let assassins loose on the street
 Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats
 I toss fire at niggaz; motherfuck the six
 The condos is supposed to be flip bricks
 All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga 
 I'll throw some fucked up kicks on
 Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
 Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up
 Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
 See I'm off the wall nigga, Horsementality
 I'm a Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be
 See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin shit
 I wanna see the streets dark again
 Let the heaters spark again, police callin all cars often
 Powerful as a motherfuckin Vulcan
 My specialty is - poetically lyrically energetically 
 ultramagnetically Dogg Pound pedigree
 Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch, only grimy shit
 Dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit
 Missile flick assassin Sicilian
 Kill women and kill men, and kidnap children
 For vengeance in the name of the Horsemen
 Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
 And we abide by, the code of the streets
 The makings of a real MC (C...C...C...C) yeah bitch!
 
 [Canibus]
 So just abide by what you ride by
 cause we abide, by what we ride by
 Just abide by what you ride by
 cause we abide, by what we ride by
 
 [Killah Priest]
 What the fuck y'all done started; four apocalypic prophets
 Appearin outta floatin objects, wearin Middle Eastern garments
 Long trenchcoats with our hands in our pockets
 Slappin all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
 Swear by our forefathers
 Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded
 Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness
 Bring you out the other side, as a carcas
 I'm heartless, regardless if y'all claim to be Gods or Goddess
 To me, y'all all garbage; I see all of y'all as movin targets
 and my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic - spittin
 Hittin at y'all Vietnam vets
 wit military arms and bombs strapped to our chest
 Castin meteor storms and comets
 Now who wanna make the next ras comment
 and be the first one left unconcious?
 After I squeeze your head like the Charmin
 Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat
 and squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts
 Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult
 Have your seance inside of a dark synogogue
 We was lyrically sent to y'all
 like the Men of God to put a end to y'all
 I sniff bites like dogs to get the scent of y'all
 Horsemen, we be scorchin when we be walkin
 with the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin
 
 [Ras Kass]
 Let's air it out like the breeze
 Now watch me do one-armed handstands 
 and hang these N-U-T's over seven continents and seven seas
 Streets is Lebanese
 Be rockin Bulgari wrist watches and sniper marines
 Most of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold
 and get big-headed like they swallowin colleges
 I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill 'em up
 You what?  Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck
 Me?  I ain't even in my prime
 When I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declines
 Catch me hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mind
 But I rep Westside, so I keep L.A. time
 That's a three-hour difference;
 so when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine
 In seven days, she'd still be a dime
 Call me Blaze Skywalker hittin jugular veins
 Crack open your skull wit a paper weight and suck out your brains
 Kiddo, I be doin my thug-thizzo for shizzo
 And the wife of a careless man is almost a widow
 so what's happening, from P.I. to '99 Madden
 Since police be jackin blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin:
 Uck-fay ou-yay itch-bay at-lay a-igga-nay-play, 
 and free Keith Mur-ray (Horsemen)
 
 [Canibus]
 Yo, yo, yo
 I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six meghertz
 Make lightnin flash across the sky everytime I curse
 Six-hundred and sixty-six flashes
 Give out six-hundred and sixty-six lashes
 to the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six Master of Ceremony has-beens
 Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is
 If he's a *Catholic* I nail him to a crucifix
 then I beat him till he's blackish-blueish
 Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks
 Beat em with two whips; with pieces of broken glass glued to it
 Your whole crew get spayed and neutered
 As soon as I aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets
 Your armored cars and your kevlar vest, is useless
 I'ma fuck all of you pussies like group sex
 You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment
 for bitin off another nigga's shit, you bitch
 You got caught, now you on the other side of the law
 Snitchin on mad niggaz in a soundproof court
 to get some of your sentence knocked off (nah nigga) you wildin
 but you still be in Riker's Island gettin forced to toss salads
 You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that
 I'ma tape it on the digital video DAT
 and send a copy to Miramax - leave you exposed
 Turn all the fiction to fact, so everybody will know
 you a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin ass nigga
 that got fucked in the ass by your father figure
 (No matter who?) I'll bruise and bash you, blast you
 Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo
 Deliverin mind blowin rhymes and poems 
 Controllin my tongue when I'm flowin like pilot controlled Boeings
 When I get bitten, I bite back, Quicker than Tyson attacks
 I don't give a FUCK if I don't get my license back
 So, take caution
 The Four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
 gallop Northward
 MC's take caution
 The Four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
 gallop Northward motherfuckers; yeah
 
 So just abide by, what your ride by
 cause we abide by, what we ride by
 Just abide by, what your ride by
 cause 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 niggaz wit the hardcore!
 
 [Kurupt]
 Yeah nigga, I'm headless without thoughts
 with my motherfuckin arms crossed
 I transform from a Dogg to a Horse
 Took over the whole race course
 to throw the jockey off the saddle
 Now who the fuck really wanna battle?
 Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missle
 Let it whistle, they fall fuckin round wit the Dogg
 I'm a hog.. {*fades beyond audio*}
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