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Horsementality

アーティスト:Wu-Tang Clan  アルバム:Wu Banga Vol 5  作詞:AUSTIN JOHN RICHARD/BROWN RICARDO EMMANUEL/LEWIS MELVIN  作曲:AUSTIN JOHN RICHARD/BROWN RICARDO EMMANUEL/LEWIS MELVIN 

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(Ras Kass) The beginning of the end niggas! (Canibus) 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 (Canibus) 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 MOTHAFUCKER!!! (Both) Wavin the four-four! (Kurupt) 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! (Canibus) 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


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