Horsementality

The beginnin' of the end niggaz

Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever

The alpha and the amega, the Canibus'll make your eyes redder

Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout 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 Canibus

Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker

Wavin' the four-four

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, Horse mentality

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

Eenergetically, ultra magnetically 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, yeah, bitch

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 fuck y'all done started four apocalyptic prophets

Appearin' outta floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Western garments

Long trench coats 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 carcass

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 unconscious?

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 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 scorchin' 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 Nut'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 grave sites, 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 West side, 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 Sky walker 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 Murray

Yo, yo, yo, I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six megahertz

Make lightnin' flash across the sky every time 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, 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 Boeing

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

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

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 missile

Let it whistle, they fall fuckin' round wit the Dogg

I'm a hog