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