Horsementality (Album Version|Explicit)

Horsementality (Album Version|Explicit) - Canibus/Rass Kass/Killah Priest/Kurupt

The beginnin' of the end niggaz

Yeah we goin' rock this sh*t forever

The alpha and the omega

The Canibus'll make your eyes redder

F**K y'all niggaz talkin' about cheddar

Brought to you by your millennium group

The Horsemen

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 MOTHERF**KER

Wavin' the four-four

I'm headless ni**a but I packs a big piece

Blasting they let assassins loose on the street

Murderous notes I wrote I lacerate throats

I toss fire at niggaz; motherf**k the six

The condos is supposed to be flip bricks

All thirty-nine of your b**ches

Pretty-a** b**ch ni**a

I'll throw some f**ked 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 f**k

The Headless Horseman Kurupt

See I'm off the wall ni**a Horsementality

I'm a Horseman ni**a and that's all I'll be

See I'm tired of the sparkly sh*t

Niggaz talking sh*t

I want to see the streets dark again

Let the heaters spark again

Police calling all cars often

Powerful as a motherf**king Vulcan

My specialty is poetically lyrically energetically

Ultra magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree

F**k the shiny sh*t

F**k a b**ch only grimy sh*t

Dirty sh*t holocaust in thirty-thirty sh*t

Missile flick assassing 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) yeah b**ch

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

What the f**k y'all done started;

Four apocalyptic prophets

Appearing out of floatin' objects

Wearin' Middle Eastern garments

Long trench coats with our hands in our pockets

Slappin' all you scary-a** rap artists half-retarded

Swear by our forefathers

Anything you speak think

Or show will be disregarded

Then I drag your frightened a**

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 moving 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 Charming

F**k around and see a lightning bolt

Around your throat

And squeeze till your head smoke

From all the electric volts

Satanically sacrifice your a** 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 scorching when we be walkin'

With the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin

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 rocking 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 swallowing colleges

I spit empty gravesites rap stars fill 'em up

You what Thirty forty years old

And still wack as f**k

Me I ain't even in my prime

When I write my dopest rhyme

Western civilization declines

Catch me hopping off the A traing

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 b**ch is a six she's really a nine

In seven days she'd still be a dime

Call me Blaze Skywalker hitting jugular veins

Crack open your skull wit a paper weight

And suck out your brains

Kiddo I be doing 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 jacking 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)

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 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 f**k all of you pussies like group sex

You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment

For biting off another ni**a's sh*t you b**ch

You got caught

Now you on the other side of the law

Snitching on mad niggaz in a soundproof court

To get some of your sentence knocked off

You wilding

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-a** ni**a father-f**king a** ni**a

That got f**ked in the a** by your father figure

(No matter who ) I'll bruise and bash you blast you

Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo

Delivering mind blowing rhymes and poems

Controlling my tongue

When I'm flowing like pilot controlled Boeings

When I get bitten I bite back

Quicker than Tyson attacks

I don't give a F**K

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 motherf**kers; 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

Waving the four-four All you heard was "Priest

Don't hit me no more"

Waving the four-four All you heard was "Bis

Don't hit me no more"

Waving the four-four All you heard was "Ras

Don't hit me no more"

Waving the four-four Aiyyo Kurupt

Hit them niggaz wit the hardcore

Yeah ni**a I'm headless without thoughts

With my motherf**king 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 f**k really want to battle

Got me a pistol launch it off like a missile

Let it whistle they fall f**king round wit the Dogg

I'm a hog