Kurupt - The Fourth Seal lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt] Underdig, underdig that Pull it back Blast, pull his wig back It's like that Lil' b**h n***as Horsemen [Hook x2: Kurupt] Everybody thinkin' that they Talkin' the Talk Everybody thinkin' that they walkin' the walk n***a watch out, sh**'s about to spark n***a cuz ya just can't do it, n***a we run through it [Kurupt] Everybody.. [Canibus] You don't have a broad enough bandwith to understand Bis Like what if - I changed my name to CAN-I-RIP Tell me, would you understand it? Or does it trouble you? Is it too much over your head, does it puzzle you? I can rap about whateva the f** I want What's wrong with rappin' about whateva the f** I'd done Visually and verbally, I'm hi-res cutting edge And if you know Rakim then you should Know the Ledge I know I do, get everything I've ever rhymed to Staple it together and you got a f**in bible Let me remind you, records like Beasts from the East Proove that I crucify you If I ever get to rap behind you What about the freestyles I put on vinyl For DJs and hiphop heads to get hype to Besides who raps like I do? If you ever heard I'm not the best you bein' lied to Here's a FYI to I can rip But you don't have the mental bandwith to understand Bis n***as wanna talk the talk But when they get their feet chopped off They can't walk the walk [Kurupt] b**h n***as.. [Hook x2] [Kurupt] Now I could rap about whateva the f** I want Is it wrong to rap about whateva the f** I want? Fill the body bags, off the commando Volvo Sendin' bodies home in car loads In my former life my name was Ricardo People used to tease me and call me retardo Then got it started to whoopin' n***as retarded Rambunkious, raidin' n***as, ricocheted it Power as Foreman, electric stormin' Horsemen stormin', ragin' war in Negligence, poetic Pegasus n***a, smoke forms in the form of pestilence I reign, like snow and hail And sour like Concords, "Boy, is that yo sh**? Is that yo b**h?" Better get a n***a cuz she on the Horsemen dick (b**h) Lyrical linguistic twist sh** like licorice sticks Comin' with a Glock and a clip {*imitiating gun sounds*} Verbals on job like missles when the AK's spit Runnin' sh** like the St. Lunatics b**h n***as [Hook] [k**ah Priest] I spit verses similar to curses Have nurses closin' up the curtains Callin' up surgeons, hookin' ya body up to circuits But ya condition just worsens To the point ya lungs and ya heart stop workin' 'Til ya carried off into churches then leave off into hurses Play six feet Beneath the Surface Along with the worms and the serpents But I be somewhere in Persian wearin' turbans Herbalist, the verbalist, the thoroughest Some kind of divine therapist Come back to the states as a terrorist Wearin' a face like I never exist Pull out the Beretta and I spit Cops touch me then I sever they wrist Ask yourself what type of era this is It's the era of the horses, Priest the Horseman Priest the Horseman, keep talkin' [Hook x2] [Outro: Kurupt] Everybody..