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[Movie Sample]
*horses neighing*
As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen *horses neighing*
To reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. The first three bring
Conquest to war and famine
[Intro: k**ah Priest]
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea. f** that!
(Set it off.) Yea, yea, ya sh**ted
Ya in some sh** now, son
It's on now, mothaf**as can s** my dick
I'm back! f** that sh**!
Ready to eat n***as up, beat they a** and e'rything, son
I'ma prove this sh**, right here
Me and my n***a. What!?
[Movie Sample]
Violence and punishment of enemies
[k**ah Priest]
I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap
I'm a vocalist, n***a, I'm supposed to rip
Last Poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist
Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing*
What now, n***a? Look at ya talk sh**
Just can't do it, cuz you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth
And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out
Ya trained all year, in a karate cla**
And took one second, to put yo' a** in a body bag
]From a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last
I like to pop sh**, don't get me started
I slap y'all mothaf**as like y'all little kids in kindegarten
Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden
Now watch this, I'ma call my whole mothaf**in squadron
[Movie Sample]
The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the bible's
Most terrifying figures
[k**ah Priest]
Cuz y'all n***as is f**ed up
And Brooklyn n***as is really ready to get ya
I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open
But don't worry, cuz I'ma stitch ya
With a rusty screwdriver
[Chorus x2: k**ah Priest]
n***as bop yo' heads to this, real sh**
Call up yo' cliques to this, it's realness
You feel this in yo' streets and village
Spare that new sh**, Priest k**ed it
[Canibus]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo I'm a Macabeast MC and I possess the ability
To run at top speed without bendin my knees
I destory sh**...
[Movie Sample]
The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all
[Canibus]
...wrap my hands around ya neck region
Then I start squeezin 'til ya stop breathin
You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues
I knock the teeth out ya gums and s** the breeze out ya lungs
Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain
You'll probably never walk ever again
n***a, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff
Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, b**h
Stop cryin b**h, before I hit ya wit the Iron Fist
You can't rhyme b**h, the one triple nine's mine b**h
The pain'll make ya voice change octaves
]From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we k** a hostage
We judge MC's by they lyrical fitness
And punish DJ's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes
Smack the stripper b**hes for askin for our autograph and pictures
You'll be scared to leave the club wit us
You stratch my back, I'll scratch your's b**h
I'll eat ya salt-fish, if ya s** my sausage
I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud
Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood
The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds
Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothaf**as!
*horses neighing*