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***az 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***az is f**ed up
And brooklyn n***az 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***az 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*