[Intro: RBX]

In six minutes, this song will self-destruct

Tick, tick, boom

Hahahahahaha

Impossibla,. impossible, impossible

The HRSMN

Is you ready?

Pestilence, Seige

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]

I’m remarkable

So talented, pretty and smart, but they call me unmarketable

Double enten, I’m Noah’s Ark with a flow

I’m too deep so you two are too stupid to be quadruple enten that’ll flow

So much better than your favorite rappers, trust me, they all know

They happy you don’t realize it, but I’ma wake niggas up like narcs at your door

Girls call me a dog, we meet, I bark at a hoe

High school, carrying a bat, bitch, like Joe Clark on a hoe

Poker like [?], a menace like O-Dog

If these niggas going ham, I must go hog

Sonic the Hedge though

These rappers be selling you dreams for a dollar, I call it Creflo

I will shoot a TEC at your expo, ain’t that your petro?

While upside down, sliding on the roof of my Lexo

Being pursued by LAPD metro

Lose ‘em in the hood while the homies throw up their sets though electro

Detonator where you having sex or let your girl know she fucking a dead man, she a necro

Huh, fuck your life

I get more ass than a baby wipe

I been renaissance nigga, a spitter

Ruin rap careers in a hundred and forty characters like Twitter

Eat your face, go to trial and beat the case

Do it again with pepperoni, call you pizza face

I’m a whole coast by myself, you just bi

I get rich, go platinum, go by myself

Drop me then go sign myself

Die, go to Heaven, pick new parents and design myself

Come out, clone that and be two times myself

Then match ‘em up with an octagon and try myself, nigga

[Interlude: RBX]

Ooh wee, hahahaha

And War, are you ready?

[Verse 2: Canibus]

The black Pope fastens the rope, slashes the GOAT

Drinks animal blood from my black bowl then lash from the throat

Remove stash from the coke, laugh, joke, smoke, pass the dro

The fastest will be the last to go

Sky watches record the speech of the jaguar priest

Rain wizards who control the rainforest beast

Bars, give me more of them, the mad warrior, ad nauseam

Canibus, listen to them calling him

Rapid fire some lyrics like Big Pun spitting

Like the time I sat there and watched him eat eight chickens

I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit, in the business

Still ripping, motherfucker listen

Microphone spray, no delay, home and away

I told them yesterday, "No way", I told them today

I heard them say, "The flow is exact, so is the track"

It ain't where you from, it's where you at so why you going back?

Ever since Horsemen Talk, I stomp emcees for sport

I rip 'em apart and never been caught

Intelligent thought, aaah, like Masterpiece nigga

Massacre niggas, Mr Masterpiece with the triggers

You can fly away but I'ma get ya, the dogs gonna fetch ya

The Horse gonna put you on the stretcher

Capital letter, H-R-S-M-N

We did it before and now we the best again

[Interlude: RBX]

Indeed

We come to eat your lunch

Hahahaha

Thus the name Famine

Are you ready?

[Verse 3: Kurupt]

Electro special manifest so special

Ecto exo let’s go

Ligaments get separated like sectionals

Lyrical exorcism twist your motherfucking body up like gyros or pretzels

Elephants up against all of these motherfucking geckos

Get low or get mo' from that .44 special flow

That injures murderers and slaughters platoons

Ape shit gorilla Gandhi from the equator moon

To behead a mic [?] [?] clapper Sudan and

Pirate the poet fire sheesh

Cause riots, Osiris beast, Big Foot with [?] like King Tut

Mummified, survived, came back alive, revived

Horrendous living, is he live or what?

Ain’t no telling his cerebellum is fried as fuck

From that kush therapy, therapeutic undisputed

A rarity rarely disputed, get executed

Immediate embalming Obama of top rhyming

Tuna fish oyster and lead hammerhead red dot Osama

Got ‘em, a problem, penitentiary spread

Feed my mechanical mind the lungs, fingers and legs

Listen, you little shit, you got a second to beg

Before I throw this mustard at you from your neck to your leg

The gas will spread, stand on your neck or your head

Like the grudge, motherfucker, don’t budge, motherfucker

Famine

[Interlude: RBX]

And last but not least

The Grim Reaper creeps

Death, are you ready?

[Verse 4: Killah Priest]

I come with God’s ability and God’s name

God’s agility that witnessed God’s reign

From God’s throne, I spit dark flames

Light up the candles then blow out your brains

Bless, my crown stretch from one era to the next

Mic sketch, the terror to your death

Play with the mic like Russian Roulette

Beloved angels dance the Devil’s music

Iron cables, tied noose around his neck

Lime on tables, carved loops in his chest

Now let’s battle to see who’s pharaoh

Beneath whose skin wear the king’s apparel

Your just dreams with sad fros

Actual and masterful, incompatible, mathematical

I sharpen this ax for you

And you're not spitting, you’re just sucking your teeth

And those are not women, they call you luscious, you sweet

Your flow is feminine, this dude’s a fucking geek

Priest is a beast

Shirt look like stained glass paintings when I eat

I crucify demons and kill satan when I speak

[Outro: RBX]

And there you have it

The Four Horsemen

Like it or love it

It is what it is

And you do know that [?]

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