Текст песни The Four Horsemen - The Fourth Seal
The Four Horsemen - The Fourth Seal слова песни
[Intro: Kurupt]Underdig, underdig thatPull it backBlast, pull his wig backIt`s like thatLil` bitch niggazHorsemen[Chorus x2: Kurupt]Everybody thinkin` that they Talkin` the TalkEverybody thinkin` that they walkin` the walkNigga watch out, shit`s about to sparkNigga cuz ya just can`t do it, nigga we run through it[Kurupt]Everybody..[Canibus]You don`t have a broad enough bandwith to understand Bis Like what if - I changed my name to CAN-I-RIP Tell me, would you understand it? Or does it trouble you? Is it too much over your head, does it puzzle you? I can rap about whateva the fuck I want What`s wrong with rappin` about whateva the fuck I`d done Visually and verbally, I`m hi-res cutting edge and if you know Rakim then you should Know the LedgeI know I do, get everything I`ve ever rhymed to staple it together and you got a fuckin bible Let me remind you, records like Beasts from the East proove that I crucify you if I ever get to rap behind you. What about the freestyles I put on vinyl for DJs and hiphop heads to get hype to Besides who raps like I do? If you ever heard I`m not the best you bein` lied to Here`s a FYI to I can rip but you don`t have the mental bandwith to understand Bis Niggaz wanna talk the talk but when they get their feet chopped off they can`t walk the walk[Kurupt]Bitch niggaz..[Chorus x2][Kurupt]Now I could rap about whateva the fuck I wantIs it wrong to rap about whateva the fuck I want?Fill the body bags, off the commando VolvoSendin` bodies home in car loadsIn my former life my name was RicardoPeople used to tease me and call me retardoThen got it started to whoopin` niggaz retardedRambunkious, raidin` niggaz, ricocheted itPower as Foreman, electric stormin`Horsemen stormin`, ragin` war inNegligence, poetic PegasusNigga, smoke forms in the form of pestilenceI reign, like snow and hailAnd sour like Concords, "Boy, is that yo shit?Is that yo bitch?"Better get a nigga cuz she on the Horsemen dick (Bitch)Lyrical linguistic twist shit like licorice sticksComin` with a glock and a clip {*imitiating gun sounds*}Verbals on job like missles when the AK`s spitRunnin` shit like the St. LunaticsBitch niggaz[Chorus][Killah Priest]I spit verses similar to cursesHave nurses closin` up the curtainsCallin` up surgeons, hookin` ya body up to circuitsBut ya condition just worsensto the point ya lungs and ya heart stop workin``Til ya carried off into churches then leave off into hursesPlay six feet Beneath the SurfaceAlong with the worms and the serpentsBut I be somewhere in Persian wearin` turbansHerbalist, the verbalist, the thoroughestSome kind of divine therapistCome back to the states as a terroristWearin` a face like I never existPull out the Beretta and I spitCops touch me then I sever they wristAsk yourself what type of era this isIt`s the era of the horses, Priest the HorsemanPriest the Horseman, keep talkin`[Chorus x2][Outro: Kurupt]Everybody..