(k**ah Priest)
My lyrics takes off, expand like the wings of a hawk
Pen form a beak, when I speak, I'ma thought
Third eye, moves like a bird when it flies
Self like the stealth, unheard through the sky
Undetected by the naked eye, only few could catch it
The second that the message arrive
For some it might blow by
Only for the dumb, deaf, and the blind
Searching depths for the mind
Connect with a line, illuminate communicate
With the concepts of my rhyme, come on
(Ras Ka**)
Every sixth day I commit suicide
This n***a rapping a clue, check the dots under my eye
Horsemen, equestrian, conquest we in
No vest come and test me then
Hit 'em up like a upper cut
I'm trying to hit mach-ten on my f**ing twin, buckle up
By any means dog, I'ma take these ends
Cause if you don't got cheddar, you just a waste of skin
All up in the juice and can't taste the gin
Commit the felony, but can't face the pen'
Speak on it if you want if, if you get it illegal then don't flaunt it
Cause loud mouth hustlers get snitched on it
or phone tapped by DA, your rights get read
Moral of the story, a closed mouth don't get fed
Get it, never been a n***a as ill as me to riddle
I'm the truth and the answer with two balls that always double dribble
Spit like Alien 3, and splash you
With acid that make me greater than thee
Just to leave your gutter red
Tony Soprano sh** bout to start calling you n***az bu*ter heads
(All)
We are not to be f**ed wit
(Chorus 2X: k**ah Priest)
If y'all really wanna flow, take advice from the four
First step could be the best, take breath control
Then let yourself go, once applied with sound
Melodies make music surround
(Canibus)
Excuse me, yo, Horseymen?
You're the Horseymen, Horsemen, oh yeah I seen them
Look what I did with a mouth and a pen
I bet y'all critics never doubt me again
Try to catch the thoughts that come out of my head
Look south of my chest and north of my legs
If you good with metaphors, then you saw what I said
If not, too late, you're already wet
Of course we the best
And I'm a quarter in the Horsemen quartet, put us all to the test
Canibus is like God in the flesh
If the Lord is distrempt, you got a problem to fix
I mean what are the odds you could out spit Bis?
Especially if he could bounce like this
He's possessed when he's on the microphone
He takes this more serious than just a poem
A bad boy to the bone, true superstar
Even before Sean John Jr. was born
I ripped a 100 Bars before
And I rip 200 if you motherf**ers wanna see more
d**h and War, Pestilence to keep the pesticides airborne
Kurupt get your head on
(Chorus 3X - with echoes/adlibs)