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作词 : Esclante, Reed |
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*horses neighing* |
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As the final days begin, God sends four terrible hor*********** *horses neighing* |
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to reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. The first three bring |
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conquest to war and famine. |
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[Intro: Killah Priest] |
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Yea, yea, yea, yea. |
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Yea, yea. *********** that! |
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(Set it off.) Yea, yea, ya ***********tted. |
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Ya in some ***********t now, son. |
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It's on now, ***********as can suck my ***********. |
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I'm back! *********** that ***********t! |
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Ready to eat ***********z up, beat they ass and e'rything, son. |
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I'ma prove this ***********t, right here. |
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Me and my ***********. What!? |
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[Movie Sample] |
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Violence and punishment of enemies. |
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[Killah Priest] |
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I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap |
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I'm a vocalist, ***********, I'm supposed to rip |
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Last Poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist |
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Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing* |
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What now, ***********? Look at ya talk ***********t |
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Just can't do it, cuz you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth |
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And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out |
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Ya trained all year, in a karate class |
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And took one second, to put yo' ass in a body bag |
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>From a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last |
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I like to pop ***********t, don't get me started |
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I slap y'all ***********as like y'all little kids in kindegarten |
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Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden |
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Now watch this, I'ma call my whole *********** squadron |
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[Movie Sample] |
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The four hor*********** of the apocalypse are among the bible's |
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most terrifying figures. |
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[Killah Priest] |
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Cuz y'all ***********z is ****** up |
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and Brooklyn ***********z is really ready to get ya |
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I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open |
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But don't worry, cuz I'ma stitch ya |
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With a rusty screwdriver |
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[Chorus x2: Killah Priest] |
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***********z bop yo' heads to this, real ***********t |
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Call up yo' cliques to this, it's realness |
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You feel this in yo' streets and village |
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Spare that new ***********t, Priest killed it |
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[Canibus] |
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Yo, yo, yo |
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Yo I'm a Macabeast MC and I possess the ability |
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To run at top speed without bendin my knees |
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I destory ***********t... |
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[Movie Sample] |
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The fourth hor*********** is the most frightening of them all. |
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[Canibus] |
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...wrap my hands around ya neck region |
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Then I start squeezin 'til ya stop breathin |
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You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues |
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I knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs |
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Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain |
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You'll probably never walk ever again |
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***********, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff |
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Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, *********** |
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Stop cryin ***********, before I hit ya wit the Iron Fist |
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You can't rhyme ***********, the one triple nine's mine *********** |
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The pain'll make ya voice change octaves |
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>From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage |
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And punish DJ's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes |
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Smack the stripper *********** for askin for our autograph and pictures |
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You'll be scared to leave the club wit us |
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You stratch my back, I'll scratch your's *********** |
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I'll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage |
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I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud |
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Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood |
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The four hor*********** on the back of four quadropeds |
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Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, ***********as! |
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*horses neighing* |