Canibus Horsementality Lyrics

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[Ras] The beginnin' of the end *****z!
[Can] Yeah, we goin' rock this **** forever
The alpha and the omega
The Canibus'll make your eyes redder
**** y'all *****z 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 ************
[Both] Wavin' the four-four!

I'm headless *****, but I packs a big piece
Blastin, they let ***assins loose on the street
Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats
I toss fire at *****z; ********** the six

The condos is supposed to be flip bricks
All thirty-nine of your *****es, pretty-*** ***** *****
I'll throw some ****ed 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 ****, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
See I'm off the wall *****, Horsementality
I'm a Horseman ***** and that's all I'll be

See I'm tired of the sparkly ****, *****z talkin ****
I want to see the streets dark again
Let the heaters spark again, police callin all cars often
Powerful as a **********in Vulcan

My specialty is - poetically lyrically energetically
Ultra magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree
**** the shiny ****, **** a *****, only grimy ****
Dirty ****, holocaust in thirty-thirty ****

Missile flick ***assin 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 *****!

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 **** y'all done started; four apocalyptic prophets
Appearin out of floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Eastern garments
Long trench coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-*** rap artists, half-retarded

Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded
Then I drag your frightened *** 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 want to make the next ras comment
And be the first one left unconscious?

After I squeeze your head like the Charmin
**** around and see a lightning bolt around your throat
And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts
Satanically sacrifice your *** 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

[Ras Kass]
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 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 ****
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 ***** 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)

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'm a **** all of you pussies like group sex
You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment

For biting off another *****'s ****, you *****
You got caught, now you on the other side of the law
Snitchin on mad *****z in a soundproof court
To get some of your sentence knocked off (nah *****) 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'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-*** *****, father-****in *** *****
That got ****ed in the *** 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 **** 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 ************s; 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 *****z wit the hardcore!

Yeah *****, I'm headless without thoughts
With my **********in 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 **** really want to battle?
Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missile
Let it whistle, they fall ****in round wit the Dogg
I'm a hog.. {*fades beyond audio*}

Written by: Germaine Williams, John R Austin, Melvin Lewis, Ricardo Brown, Walter Reed
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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