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[Ras]The beginnin of the end niggaz!
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[Can]Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever
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The alpha and the omega
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The Canibus'll make your eyes redder
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FUCK y'all niggaz talkin bout cheddar
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[Ras]Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
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[Can]Four swordsmen
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[Ras]From the land of the lost
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[Can]Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Can-i-bus
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Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut MOTHERFUCKER
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[Both]Wavin the four-four!
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[Kurupt]
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I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece
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Blastin, they let assassins loose on the street
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Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats
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I toss fire at niggaz; motherfuck the six
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The condos is supposed to be flip bricks
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All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga
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I'll throw some fucked up kicks on
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Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
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Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up
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Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
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See I'm off the wall nigga, Horsementality
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I'm a Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be
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See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin shit
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I wanna see the streets dark again
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Let the heaters spark again, police callin all cars often
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Powerful as a motherfuckin Vulcan
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My specialty is - poetically lyrically energetically
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ultramagnetically Dogg Pound pedigree
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Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch, only grimy shit
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Dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit
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Mxyzptlk, assassin Sicilian
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Kill women and kill men, and kidnap children
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For vengeance in the name of the Horsemen
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Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
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And we abide by, the code of the streets
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The makings of a real MC (C...C...C...C) yeah bitch!
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[Canibus]
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So just abide by what you ride by
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cause we abide, by what we ride by
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Just abide by what you ride by
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cause we abide, by what we ride by
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[Killah Priest]
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What the fuck y'all done started; four apocalypic prophets
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Appearin outta floatin objects, wearin midwestern garments
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Long trenchcoats with our hands in our pockets
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Slappin all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
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Swear by our forefathers
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Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded
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Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness
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Bring you out the other side, as a carcas
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I'm heartless, regardless if y'all claim to be Gods or Goddess
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To me, y'all all garbage; I see all of y'all as movin targets
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and my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic - spittin
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Hittin at y'all Vietnam vets
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wit military arms and bombs strapped to our chest
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Castin meteor storms and comets
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Now who wanna make the next ras comment
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and be the first one left unconcious?
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After I squeeze your head like the Charmin
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Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat
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and squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts
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Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult
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Have your seance inside of a dark synogogue
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We was lyrically sent to y'all
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like the Men of God to put a end to y'all
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I sniff bites like dogs to get the scent of y'all
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Horsemen, we be scorchin when we be walkin
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with the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin
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[Ras Kass]
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Let's air it out like the breeze
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Now watch me do one-armed handstands
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and hang these N-U-T's over seven continents and seven seas
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Streets is Lebonese
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Be rockin Bugari wrist watches and sniper marines
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Most of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold
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and get big-headed like they swallowin colleges
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I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill 'em up
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You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck
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Me? I ain't even in my prime
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When I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declines
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Catch me hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mind
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But I rep Westside, so I keep L.A. time
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That's a three-hour difference;
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so when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine
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In seven days, she'd still be a dime
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Call me Blaze Skywalker hittin jugular veins
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Crack open your skull wit a paper weight and suck out your brains
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Kiddo, I be doin my thug-thizzo for shizzo
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And the wife of a careless man is almost a widow
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so what's happening, from P.I. to '99 Madden
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