Wu-tang Clan - Horsementality lyrics

(Ras Ka**) The beginning of the end n***as! (Canibus) Yeah, we gon' rock this sh** forever, the alpha and the omega The Canibus'll make your eyes redder fu*k y'all n***as talking bout cheddar (Ras Ka**) Brought to you by your millennium group The Horsemen (Canibus) Four swordsmen (From the land of the lost) Ras Ka**, k**ah Priest and Kurupt wit Can-i-bus Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut MOTHAfu*kER!!! (Both) Wavin the four-four! (Kurupt) I'm headless n***a, but I packs a big piece Blasting, they let a**a**ins loose on the street Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats I toss fire at n***as Motherf** a six, the condos is supposed to be flip bricks All thirty-nine of your b**hes, pretty-a** b**h n***a I'll throw some f**ed 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 f**, the Headless Horseman Kurupt See I'm off the wall n***a, Horsementality A Horseman n***a and that's all I'll be See I'm tired of this Barkley sh** n***as talking sh**, I wanna see the streets dark again Let the heaters spark again Police calling all cars off then Powerful as a motherf**ing Vulcan My speciality is poetically lyrically energetically ultramagnetically Dogg Pound pedigree f** the shiny sh**, f** a b**h, only grimy sh** Dirty sh**, holocaust thirty-thirty sh** Missile click, a**a**in Sicilian k** women and k** 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 n***a (C...C...C...C) yeah b**h! (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 (k**ah Priest) Motherf**er, 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-a** rap artists half retarded Swear by our fore fathers Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded Then I drag your frightened a** 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 f** around and see a lightning bolt around your throat And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts Satanically sacrifice your a** 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 Ka**) 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 I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill em out You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as f** Me? I'm ain't even in my prime When I write my dopest rhyme, western civilization declines Catch me hopping off the A train in a New York state of mind But I rep westside, so I keep L.A. time That's a three-hour difference So when my b**h is a six, she really a nine In seven days, she'd still be a dime Call me Blaze Skywalker hitting jugular veins Crack open your skull wit a paperate and s** out your brains Kiddo, I be doing my thug-thizzo for shizzo And the wife of a careless man is almost a widow So what's happening, from P.I. to '99 Madden Since police be jacking blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin Uckfe uye ichbe echbe a igginebe and free Keith Murray (*Translation: f** you b**h a** n***as*) (Canibus) I kick a verse with six-hundred and sixty-six megahertz Make lightning flash across the sky, every time I curse Six-hundred and sixty-six flashes, give out six-hundred and sixty-six lashes To the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six masters of ceremony has-beens Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is If he's a Catholic, I'll nail him to a crucifix Then I beat him 'til he's blackish-blueish Then perform acupuncture with six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks Beat him with two-whips, with pieces of broken gla** glued to it Your whole crew gets bayed and neutered As soon as I aim and shoot at you get sprayed with bullets Your armoured cars and your Kevlar vests is useless I'ma f** all of you pussies like group-s** You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment For biting off another n***as' sh**, you b**h You got caught, now you on the other side of the law Snitching on mad n***as' in a soundproof court To get some of your sentences knocked off, n***a you wilding 'Cause you'll still be in Riker's Island getting forced to toss salads You scared of that, with a phobia fear of that I'ma tape it on a digital video D.A.T., and send a copy to Mirimax Leave you exposed, turn on the Fiction or Fact, so everybody you know You a s**er-a** n***a, father-f**ing a** n***a That got f**ed in the a** by a father figure Battle who? I bruise and bash you, blast you Autograph you with a bullet wound for a tattoo Delivering mind-blowing rhymes and poems Controlling my tongue when I'm flowing like pilots controlled Boeings When I get bitten, I bite back, quicker than Tyson attacks I don't give a f** if I don't get my license back So, take caution, the Four Horsemen will chop your head off with a sword Then gallop northwards So, take caution, the Four Horsemen will chop your head off with a sword Then gallop northwards Yeah, so just abide by what your ride by Cuz we abide by what we ride by Just abide by what your ride by Cuz we abide by what we ride by, HA! (All) Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Priest, don't hit me no more" Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Bis, don't hit me no more" Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Ras, don't hit me no more" Wavin the four-four! Aiyyo Kurupt, hit them n***as wit the hardcore (Kurupt) Yeah n***a, I'm headless without thoughts Wit my motherf**ing arms crossed I transform from a Dogg to a Horse Took over the whole race course Throw the jockey off the saddle, now who the f** really wanna battle? *Fading* Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missile Let it whistle, they fall f**ing 'round wit the Dogg I'm a hog