[Intro: Ras Kass, Canibus & both]

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, with Can-I-Bus

Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut, motherfucker

Wavin' the four-four!

[Verse 1: Kurupt]

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 a small tank top, the spot, shot it up

Beat you in your face with 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, and

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!

[Chorus: Canibus]

Yeah, 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

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]

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

Appearin' outta floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Eastern garments

Long trench coats, 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 vomit – spittin', hittin' at y'all Vietnam vets

With 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 'til your head smoke from all the electric volts

Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult

Have your séance inside of a dark synagogue

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

[Verse 3: Ras Kass]

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 MCs can't even rap, just model and go Gold

And get big-headed like they swallowin' collagen

I spit empty grave sites, 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

A seven, then she'd still be a dime

Call me Blade 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 happenin'? 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 ay-play"

And free Keith Murray (Horsemen)

[Verse 4: Canibus]

Yo, yo, yo – I kick a verse at six hundred and sixty-six megahertz

Make lightnin' flash across the sky every time 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 Masters of Ceremony has-beens

Put a crown of thorns on whoever the King of Rap is

If he's a --------, I nail him to a crucifix

Then I beat him 'til he's blackish-blueish

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

Beat him 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'ma 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 Riker's Island gettin' forced to toss salads

You scared of that, with a phobia fear of that

I'ma 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 with 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

MCs, take caution

The Four Horsemen'll chop your head off with a sword then

Gallop Northward, motherfuckers – yeah

[Chorus: Canibus]

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!

[Interlude: The HRSMN]

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! Ayo, Kurupt, hit them niggas with the hardcore!

[Verse 5: Kurupt]

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

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...