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Текст песни Canibus f Killah Priest, Kurupt, Ras Kas - Horsementality

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[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 pieceBlastin, they let assassins loose on the streetMurderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throatsI toss fire at niggaz; motherfuck the sixThe condos is supposed to be flip bricksAll thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga I`ll throw some fucked up kicks onNext is a small tank top, the spot, shot it upBeat you in your face wit a rope knotted upCause we don`t give a fuck, the Headless Horseman KuruptSee I`m off the wall nigga, HorsementalityI`m a Horseman nigga and that`s all I`ll beSee I`m tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin shitI wanna see the streets dark againLet the heaters spark again, police callin all cars oftenPowerful as a motherfuckin VulcanMy specialty is - poetically lyrically energetically ultramagnetically Dogg Pound pedigreeFuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch, only grimy shitDirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shitMissile flick assassin SicilianKill women and kill men, and kidnap childrenFor vengeance in the name of the HorsemenSlice your Achilles tendon, the Headless HorsemanAnd we abide by, the code of the streetsThe makings of a real MC (C...C...C...C) yeah bitch![Canibus]So just abide by what you ride bycause we abide, by what we ride byJust abide by what you ride bycause we abide, by what we ride by[Killah Priest]What the fuck y`all done started; four apocalypic prophetsAppearin outta floatin objects, wearin Middle Eastern garmentsLong trenchcoats with our hands in our pocketsSlappin all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retardedSwear by our forefathersAnything you speak, think, or show will be disregardedThen I drag your frightened ass through the darknessBring you out the other side, as a carcasI`m heartless, regardless if y`all claim to be Gods or GoddessTo me, y`all all garbage; I see all of y`all as movin targetsand my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic - spittinHittin at y`all Vietnam vetswit military arms and bombs strapped to our chestCastin meteor storms and cometsNow who wanna make the next ras commentand be the first one left unconcious?After I squeeze your head like the CharminFuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throatand squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric voltsSatanically sacrifice your ass like an occultHave your seance inside of a dark synogogueWe was lyrically sent to y`alllike the Men of God to put a end to y`allI sniff bites like dogs to get the scent of y`allHorsemen, we be scorchin when we be walkinwith the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin[Ras Kass]Let`s air it out like the breezeNow watch me do one-armed handstands and hang these N-U-T`s over seven continents and seven seasStreets is LebaneseBe rockin Bulgari wrist watches and sniper marinesMost of these MC`s can`t even rap, just model and go goldand get big-headed like they swallowin collegesI spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill `em upYou what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuckMe? I ain`t even in my primeWhen I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declinesCatch me hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mindBut I rep Westside, so I keep L.A. timeThat`s a three-hour difference;so when my bitch is a six, she`s really a nineIn seven days, she`d still be a dimeCall me Blaze Skywalker hittin jugular veinsCrack open your skull wit a paper weight and suck out your brainsKiddo, I be doin my thug-thizzo for shizzoAnd the wife of a careless man is almost a widowso what`s happening, from P.I. to `99 MaddenSince 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, yoI kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six meghertzMake lightnin flash across the sky everytime I curseSix-hundred and sixty-six flashesGive out six-hundred and sixty-six lashesto the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six Master of Ceremony has-beensPut a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap isIf he`s a *Catholic* I nail him to a crucifixthen I beat him till he`s blackish-blueishThen perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicksBeat em with two whips; with pieces of broken glass glued to itYour whole crew get spayed and neuteredAs soon as I aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bulletsYour armored cars and your kevlar vest, is uselessI`ma fuck all of you pussies like group sexYou get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonmentfor bitin off another nigga`s shit, you bitchYou got caught, now you on the other side of the lawSnitchin on mad niggaz in a soundproof courtto get some of your sentence knocked off (nah nigga) you wildinbut you still be in Riker`s Island gettin forced to toss saladsYou scared of that, wit a phobia fear of thatI`ma tape it on the digital video DATand send a copy to Miramax - leave you exposedTurn all the fiction to fact, so everybody will knowyou a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin ass niggathat got fucked in the ass by your father figure(No matter who?) I`ll bruise and bash you, blast youAutograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattooDeliverin mind blowin rhymes and poems Controllin my tongue when I`m flowin like pilot controlled BoeingsWhen I get bitten, I bite back, Quicker than Tyson attacksI don`t give a FUCK if I don`t get my license backSo, take cautionThe Four Horsemen`ll chop your head off wit a sword thengallop NorthwardMC`s take cautionThe Four Horsemen`ll chop your head off wit a sword thengallop Northward motherfuckers; yeahSo just abide by, what your ride bycause we abide by, what we ride byJust abide by, what your ride bycause 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 thoughtswith my motherfuckin arms crossedI transform from a Dogg to a HorseTook over the whole race courseto throw the jockey off the saddleNow who the fuck really wanna battle?Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missleLet it whistle, they fall fuckin round wit the DoggI`m a hog.. {*fades beyond audio*}

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