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 omega

The Canibus'll make your eyes redder

FUCK 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-bus

Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut

MOTHAFUCKER!!!



[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 niggas

Mothafuck a 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

Cuz we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt

See I'm off the wall nigga, Horsementality

A Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be

See I'm tired of this Barkley shit

Niggas talkin shit, I wanna see the streets dark again

Let the heaters spark again

Police callin all cars off then

Powerful as a mothafuckin Vulcan

My specialty is poetically lyrically energetically ultramagnetically

Dogg Pound pedigree

Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch, only grimy shit

Dirty shit, holocaust thirty-thirty shit

Missle click, assassin Sicilian

Kill women and kill men, and kidnap children

For vengance 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 nigga

(C...C...C...C) yeah bitch!



[Canibus]

So just abide by what you ride by

Cuz we abide by what we ride by

Just abide by what you ride by

Cuz we abide by what we ride by



[Killah Priest]

Mothafucker, it's started, four apocalypic prophets

Appearin outta floatin objects

Wearin mid-western garments

Long trenchcoats wit our hands in our pockets

Slappin all you scary-ass rap artists half retarded

Swear by our fore fathers

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 carcus

I'm heartless, regardless if you claim to be gods or goddess

To me, ya'll all garbage

I see all of ya'll as movin targets

And my lyrics be the atomic rocket

Cosmic vomic spittin, hittin at ya Vietnam vets

Wit military arms and bombs strapped to our chest

Castin meteor storms and comets

Now who wanna make the next rise comet

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 in a colt

Have your seance inside of a dark synogogue

We was lyrically sent to ya'll

Like deminigod to put a end to ya'll

Spit bites like dogs and get the scent of ya'll

Horsemen, we be scorchin when we be walkin

Wit the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin



[Ras Kass]

Let's serve 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 Lebonese

Be rockin Bogari wrist watches and sniper marines

Most of these MC's can't even rap

Just modeling, go gold and get big-headed like they swallowin colleges

I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill em out

You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck

Me? I'm 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 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 paperate 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

Uckfe uye ichbe echbe a igginebe and free Keith Murray

(*Translation: Fuck you bitch ass niggas*)



[Canibus]

Yo yo yo yo

I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six meghertz

Make lightning 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 wit two whips wit pieces of broken glass glued to it

Your whole crew gets bayed and nuetered

As i aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets

Your armored cars and your kevlar vests 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 niggas' shit you bitch

You got caught, now you on the other side of the law

Snitchin on mad niggas in a soundproof court

To get some of your sentence knocked off, na nigga you wildin

Cuz 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 a digital video DAT and send a copy to Miramax

Leave you exposed, turn on the fiction and fact so everybody you know

You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin ass nigga

That got fucked in the ass by a father figure

(Battle who?) I'll bruise and bash you, blast you

Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo

Delivering 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 mothafuckers



Yeah, so just abide by what your ride by

Cuz we abide by what we ride by

Just abide by what your ride by

Cuz 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 thoughts

Wit my mothafuckin arms crossed

I transform from a Dogg to a Horse

Took over the whole race course

Throw the jockey off the saddle, now who the fuck really wanna battle?

*Fading*

Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missle

Let it whistle, they fall fuckin 'round wit the Dogg

I'm a hog