Horsementality

[Ras] The beginnin' of the end niggaz! [Can] Yeah, we goin' 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 want to 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 Ultra magnetically 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 apocalyptic prophets Appearin out of floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Eastern garments Long trench coats 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 want to make the next ras comment And be the first one left unconscious? 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 synagogue 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-you-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'm a fuck all of you pussies like group sex You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment For biting 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'm a 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 want to battle? Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missile Let it whistle, they fall fuckin round wit the Dogg I'm a hog.. {*fades beyond audio*}