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