Horsementality Lyrics - Singles - Canibus

[Ras] The beginnin' of the end niggaz! 

[Can] Yeah, we goin' 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 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, Horsementality 

I'm a Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be 

See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin shit 

I want to 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 energetically 

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 (C...C...C...C) yeah bitch! 

[Canibus] 

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 fuck 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-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 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 

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 

[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 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 Westside, 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 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) 

[Canibus] 

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 fuck all of you pussies like group sex 

You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment 

For biting 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 (nah nigga) 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-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 Boeings 

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! 

[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 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 want to 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.. {*fades beyond audio*}