[Pre-Chorus: Ras Kass]

Kick in the door waving the .44

To hit these niggas with the ill metaphors

Forever raw, forever loving hardcore

HRSMN bring the World War IV

[Chorus: Canibus]

Horseman, graze like goats off the land

Expand, then we chop it up like lamb

I’m a Horseman, he’s a Horseman

I’m a Horseman

Horseman, graze like goats off the land

Expand, then we chop it up like lamb

I’m a Horseman, he’s a Horseman

I’m a Horseman

[Verse 1: Canibus]

Killah Priest, Canibus, obstacle courses for HRSMN

Dismount then engage multiple targets

Shoulder to shoulder, face to face, we’re Saruman's soldiers

The heat from the Second Sun smolders

At two hundred degrees I drop to my knees

Priest told me to breathe, the time signature freeze

I am now at peace, the ocean conveyer belt flows to the east

The new Silk Road will host the beast

Wo-ai-ni translate speech

Silver Fox trades herbal spices to eat for rice and meat

In the parking lot we drill doing Muy Tai Chi

Tell Mook to call me after I write to that beat

The dart spitter, thought ninja, sharp thinker

Acupuncture heart pincher ricochet off the rickshaw nigga

Hard feet, soft tendons, medicine, my pontoons walk on rivers

"But why you still walk with a limp, Mr?"

I was injured I self-administered apple cider, garlic and vinegar

I feel better than I did in December

Used to be gone till November, remember?

Now I got security sensors for side exits, back door and the entrance

Posted up with night vision like lizard in Dark Knight prison

The wise old owl with camouflage feathers

Not to mention there’s not even a pot to piss in

Wipe my ass with cardboard next doctor visit

[Chorus: Canibus]

I’m a Horseman, he’s a Horseman

I’m a Horseman

Horseman, graze like goats off the land

Expand, then we chop it up like lamb

I’m a Horseman, Priest a Horseman

We the HRSMN

The clan, graze like goats off the land

Expand, then we chop it up like lamb

I’m a Horseman, Priest a Horseman

We the HRSMN

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]

Guns and blow, create a thunder hole for the young and old

Black hole when crack soul protect the globe

Crossbow for the lost souls in the last toll

Pay yours fares in the air, the end is near

Nah, the end is here, description of giant smoke stacked

Blue plasma coil, blood in the soil, fight over spoil

Gold or all out in Iraq, stress disorders

And test the water, death or slaughter

Protect your quarter, times are shorter

Got my preacher at the altar

No home cooked meals, just blood, sweat and steel

Army shield, battle field, shoot to kill

Castle hill, arrow steel, post traumatic

Automatic, break your bones into fragments

Blue dragnet, your crew will scavenge, move tragic

The Hell jumpers and shell dumpers, they failed in numbers

Coming in tanks and Hummers, a cold day in the summer

Forged passports, we dodge the task force

Traps across, who get the cops off?

I’m at the dock with the boss Matthew Markoff

We laugh as we dash like hot sauce

[Chorus: Canibus]

Horseman, graze like goats off the land

Expand, then we chop it up like lamb

I’m a Horseman, Priest a Horseman

We the HRSMN

The clan, graze like goats off the land

Expand, then we chop it up like lamb

I’m a Horseman, Priest a Horseman

We the HRSMN

[Verse 3: Kurupt & Ras Kass]

We reconstruct, we decompose

Disassemble the thirteenth member

Around the compound of fifteen soldiers

Led by four to start of the war

(Ras Kass)

Fee fi fo fum

I smell the blood like Nosferatu

Inhale invisible death like CO2

Slump you, your label mates and the CEO too

See we know you nigga, IOU

(Kurupt)

Cocking the heat miser, feel the heat

The elite, the street sweep pop hollow chrome

Holla, separate your collar bone, mirada

[?] anointed, don’t get pinpointed

Yeah, you about to get spread

I’m coming for heads, HRSMN, headless

I’m tactical tech technical techniques

Torturous technician pirates

The virus spread miles around

Miles and miles, bodies found in piles for miles

(Ras Kass)

We run these concrete streets sporting cleats

Ain’t nothing sweet, that apple [?] rap is weak

I swing machetes and chop niggas’ legs off

Complete, glue your ankles to your palms

Meet the agony of defeat

(Kurupt)

You can’t push me, believe it

I bash niggas ‘til they’re paraplegic

The source, the force, the flames

The innerduct, the powder, the outer terrain

We the HRSMN fuck the games

[Pre-Chorus: Ras Kass]

Kick in the door waving the .44

To hit these niggas with the ill metaphors

Forever raw, forever loving hardcore

HRSMN bring the World War IV

[Chorus: Canibus]

Horseman, graze like goats off the land

Expand, then we chop it up like lamb

I’m a horseman, Priest a horseman

We the HRSMN

The clan, graze like goats off the land

Expand, then we chop it up like lamb

I’m a horseman, Priest a horseman

We the HRSMN