Canibus - Horsementality lyrics

(Ras Kass)
The beginning of the end niggas!

Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever, the alpha and the omega
The Canibus'll make your eyes redder
FUCK y'all niggas talking bout cheddar

(Ras Kass)
Brought to you by your millennium group The Horsemen

Four swordsmen (From the land of the lost)
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 nigga, but I packs a big piece
Blasting, they let assassins loose on the street
Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats
I toss fire at niggas
Motherfuck a 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
Cuz we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
See I'm off the wall nigga, Horsementality
A Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be
See I'm tired of this Barkley shit
Niggas talking shit, I wanna see the streets dark again
Let the heaters spark again
Police calling all cars off then
Powerful as a motherfucking Vulcan
My speciality is poetically lyrically energetically ultramagnetically
Dogg Pound pedigree
Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch, only grimy shit
Dirty shit, holocaust thirty-thirty shit
Missile click, 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 nigga
(C...C...C...C) yeah bitch!

So just abide by what you ride by
Cuz we abide by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
Cuz we abide by what we ride by

(Killah Priest)
Motherfucker, it's started, four apocalyptic prophets
Appearing outta floating objects
Wearing mid-western garments
Long trenchcoats wit our hands in our pockets
Slapping all you scary-ass rap artists half retarded
Swear by our fore fathers
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 carcus
I'm heartless, regardless if you claim to be gods or goddess
To me, y'all all garbage
I see all of y'all as moving targets
And my lyrics be the atomic rocket
Cosmic vomic spitting, hitting at ya Vietnam vets
Wit military arms and bombs strapped to our chest
Casting meteor storms and comets
Now who wanna make the next rise comet
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 in a colt
Have your seance inside of a dark synagogue
We was lyrically sent to y'all
Like demigod to put a end to y'all
Spit bites like dogs and get the scent of y'all
Horsemen, we be scorching when we be walking
Wit the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin

(Ras Kass)
Let's serve it out like the breeze
Now watch me do one-armed handstands
And hang these N-U-T's over seven continents and seven seas
Streets is Lebanese
Be rocking Bogari wrist watches and sniper marines
Most of these MC's can't even rap
Just modelling, go gold and get big-headed like they swallowin colleges
I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill em out
You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck
Me? I'm ain't even in my prime
When I write my dopest rhyme, western civilization declines
Catch me hopping 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 really a nine
In seven days, she'd still be a dime
Call me Blaze Skywalker hitting jugular veins
Crack open your skull wit a paperate and suck out your brains
Kiddo, I be doing 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 jacking blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin
Uckfe uye ichbe echbe a igginebe and free Keith Murray
(*Translation: Fuck you bitch ass niggas*)

I kick a verse with six-hundred and sixty-six megahertz
Make lightning 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 masters of ceremony has-beens
Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is
If he's a Catholic, I'll nail him to a crucifix
Then I beat him 'til he's blackish-blueish
Then perform acupuncture with six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks
Beat him with two-whips, with pieces of broken glass glued to it
Your whole crew gets bayed and neutered
As soon as I aim and shoot at you get sprayed with bullets
Your armoured cars and your Kevlar vests is useless
I'ma fuck all of you pussies like group-sex
You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment
For biting off another niggas' shit, you bitch
You got caught, now you on the other side of the law
Snitching on mad niggas' in a soundproof court
To get some of your sentences knocked off, nigga you wilding
'Cause you'll still be in Riker's Island getting forced to toss salads
You scared of that, with a phobia fear of that
I'ma tape it on a digital video D.A.T., and send a copy to Mirimax
Leave you exposed, turn on the Fiction or Fact, so everybody you know
You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fucking ass nigga
That got fucked in the ass by a father figure
Battle who? I bruise and bash you, blast you
Autograph you with a bullet wound for a tattoo
Delivering mind-blowing rhymes and poems
Controlling my tongue when I'm flowing like pilots 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 will chop your head off with a sword
Then gallop northwards
So, take caution, the Four Horsemen will chop your head off with a sword
Then gallop northwards

Yeah, so just abide by what your ride by
Cuz we abide by what we ride by
Just abide by what your ride by
Cuz 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 niggas wit the hardcore

Yeah nigga, I'm headless without thoughts
Wit my motherfucking arms crossed
I transform from a Dogg to a Horse
Took over the whole race course
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 fucking 'round wit the Dogg
I'm a hog