Текст песни: Horsementality + перевод

The beginnin of the end niggas!

Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever

The alpha and the omega

The Canibus’ll make your eyes redder

FUCK y’all niggas talkin bout cheddar

Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen

Four swordsmen

From the land of the lost

Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Can-i-bus

Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut MOTHERFUCKER

Wavin the four-four!

I’m headless nigga, but I packs a big piece

Blastin, they let assassins loose on the street

Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats

I toss fire at niggas; motherfuck the six

The condos is supposed to be flip bricks

All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga

I’ll throw some fucked up kicks on

Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up

Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up

Cause we don’t give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt

See I’m off the wall nigga, Horsementality

I’m a Horseman nigga and that’s all I’ll be

See I’m tired of the sparkly shit, niggas talkin shit

I wanna see the streets dark again

Let the heaters spark again, police callin all cars off

Powerful as a motherfuckin Vulcan

My specialty is — poetically lyrically energetically

Ultramagnetically Dogg Pound pedigree

Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch, only grimy shit

Dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit

Mxyzptlk, assassin Sicilian

Kill women and kill 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 (C…C…C…C) yeah bitch!

So just abide by what you ride by

Cause we abide, by what we ride by

Just abide by what you ride by

Cause we abide, by what we ride by

What the fuck y’all done started; four apocalypic prophets

Appearin outta floatin objects, wearin Middle Eastern garments

Long trenchcoats with our hands in our pockets

Slappin all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded

Swear by our forefathers

Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded

Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness

Bring you out the other side, as a carcass

I’m heartless, regardless if y’all claim to be Gods or Goddess

To me, y’all all garbage; I see all of y’all as movin targets

And my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic — spittin

Hittin at y’all Vietnam vets

Wit military arms and bombs strapped to our chest

Castin meteor storms and comets

Now who wanna make the next ras comment

And be the first one left unconscious?

After I squeeze your head like the Charmin

Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat

And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts

Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult

Have your seance inside of a dark synogogue

We was lyrically sent to y’all

Like the Men of God to put a end to y’all

I sniff bites like dogs to get the scent of y’all

Horsemen, we be scorchin when we be walkin

With the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin

Let’s air 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 rockin Bulgari wrist watches and sniper marines

Most of these MC’s can’t even rap, just model and go gold

And get big-headed like they swallowin colleges

I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill 'em up

You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck

Me? I ain’t even in my prime

When I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declines

Catch me hoppin 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 bitch is a six, she’s really a nine

In seven days, she’d still be a dime

Call me Blaze Skywalker hittin jugular veins

Crack open your skull wit a paper weight and suck out your brains

Kiddo, I be doin 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 jackin blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin:

Uck-fay ou-yay itch-bay et-lay a-igga-nay-play

And free Keith Mur-ray (Horsemen)

Yo, yo, yo

I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six megahertz

Make lightnin flash across the sky everytime 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 Master of Ceremony has-beens

Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is

If he’s a *Catholic* I nail him to a crucifix

Then I beat him till he’s blackish-blueish

Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks

Beat em with two whips; with pieces of broken glass glued to it

Your whole crew get spayed and neutered

As soon as I aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets

Your armored cars and your kevlar vest, is useless

I’mma fuck all of you pussies like group sex

You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment

For bitin off another nigga’s shit, you bitch

You got caught, now you on the other side of the law

Snitchin on mad niggas in a soundproof court

To get some of your sentence knocked off (nah nigga) you wildin'

But you still be in Rikers Island getting forced to toss salads

You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that

I’mma tape it on the digital video DAT

And send a copy to Miramax — leave you exposed

Turn all the fiction to fact, so everybody will know

You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin ass nigga

That got fucked in the ass by your father figure

(No matter who?) I’ll bruise and bash you, blast you

Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo

Deliverin mind blowin rhymes and poems

Controllin my tongue when I’m flowin like pilot controlled Boeings

When I get bitten, I bite back, quicker than Tyson attacks

I don’t give a FUCK if I don’t get my license back

So, take caution

The Four Horsemen’ll chop your head off wit a sword then

Gallop Northward

MC’s take caution

The Four Horsemen’ll chop your head off wit a sword then

Gallop Northward motherfuckers; yeah

So just abide by, what your ride by

Cause we abide by, what we ride by

Just abide by, what your ride by

Cause we abide by what we ride by, HA!

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 niggas wit the hardcore!

Yeah nigga, I’m headless without thoughts

With my motherfuckin arms crossed

I transform from a Dogg to a Horse

Took over the whole race course

To throw the jockey off the saddle

Now who the fuck really wanna battle?

Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missile

Let it whistle, they fall fuckin round wit the Dogg

I’m a hog.