Представляем точный текст композиции "Horsementality" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Canibus . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Horsementality» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Canibus передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Canibus - "Horsementality"
Lyrics to Horsementality : [Ras] The beginnin of the end niggaz! [Can] Yeah, we gon rock this shit forever The alpha and the omega The Canibusll make your eyes redder FUCK yall niggaz talkin bout cheddar [Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen [Can] Four swordsmen [Ras] From the land of the lost [Can] Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Can-i-bus Throw your 4s up or get your vocal cords cut MOTHERFUCKER [Both] Wavin the four-four! [Kurupt] Im 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 niggaz; motherfuck the six The condos is supposed to be flip bricks All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga Ill throw some fucked up kicks on Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up Cause we dont give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt See Im off the wall nigga, Horsementality Im a Horseman nigga and thats all Ill be See Im tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin shit I wanna see the streets dark again Let the heaters spark again, police callin all cars often 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 Missile flick 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! [Canibus] 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 [Killah Priest] What the fuck yall done started; four apocalypic prophets Appearin outta floatin objects, wearin Middle Eastern garments Long trenchcoats 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 carcas Im heartless, regardless if yall claim to be Gods or Goddess To me, yall all garbage; I see all of yall as movin targets and my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic - spittin Hittin at yall Vietnam vets wit 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 unconcious' After I squeeze your head like the Charmin Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat and squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult Have your seance inside of a dark synogogue We was lyrically sent to yall like the Men of God to put a end to yall I sniff bites like dogs to get the scent of yall Horsemen, we be scorchin when we be walkin with the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin [Ras Kass] Lets air it out like the breeze Now watch me do one-armed handstands and hang these N-U-Ts over seven continents and seven seas Streets is Lebanese Be rockin Bulgari wrist watches and sniper marines Most of these MCs cant even rap, just model and go gold and get big-headed like they swallowin colleges I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill em up You what' Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck Me' I aint 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 Thats a three-hour difference; so when my bitch is a six, shes really a nine In seven days, shed still be a dime Call me Blaze 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 whats happening, from P.I. to 99 Madden Since police be jackin blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin: Uck-fay ou-yay itch-bay at-lay a-igga-nay-play, and free Keith Mur-ray (Horsemen) [Canibus] Yo, yo, yo I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six meghertz Make lightnin flash across the sky everytime 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 Master of Ceremony has-beens Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is If hes a *Catholic* I nail him to a crucifix then I beat him till hes blackish-blueish Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks Beat em 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 Ima fuck all of you pussies like group sex You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment for bitin off another niggas shit, you bitch You got caught, now you on the other side of the law Snitchin on mad niggaz in a soundproof court to get some of your sentence knocked off (nah nigga) you wildin but you still be in Rikers Island gettin forced to toss salads You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that Ima 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') Ill bruise and bash you, blast you Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo Deliverin mind blowin rhymes and poems Controllin my tongue when Im flowin like pilot controlled Boeings When I get bitten, I bite back, Quicker than Tyson attacks I dont give a FUCK if I dont get my license back So, take caution The Four Horsemenll chop your head off wit a sword then gallop Northward MCs take caution The Four Horsemenll chop your head off wit a sword then gallop Northward motherfuckers; 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! [All] Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Priest, dont hit me no more" Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Bis, dont hit me no more" Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Ras, dont hit me no more" Wavin the four-four! Aiyyo Kurupt, hit them niggaz wit the hardcore! [Kurupt] Yeah nigga, Im headless without thoughts with my motherfuckin arms crossed I transform from a Dogg to a Horse Took over the whole race course to throw the jockey off the saddle Now who the fuck really wanna battle' Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missle Let it whistle, they fall fuckin round wit the Dogg Im a hog.. {*fades beyond audio*} [ Horsementality Lyrics ]
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