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Canibus - Horsementality lyrics
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 |
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