Horsementality Lyrics

Horsementality lyrics

[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*}