{*horses galloping and neighing*}
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[Intro: Killah Priest]
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Yeah, motherfucker
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[Chorus 1: Killah Priest]
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This is Horsemen Talk, Horsemen walk
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Get the fuck out the way before The Horsemen stalk
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We headless motherfuckers and we lacerate
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Don't you know the shit could get real when your ass get smoked?
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{*gun shot*}
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[Chorus 2: Killah Priest]
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This is Horsemen Talk, Horsemen walk
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Get the fuck out the way before The Horsemen stalk
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We headless motherfuckers and we lacerate
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Don't you know the shit could get real when you wind up smoked?
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[Killah Priest]
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I spit volcanoes
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Twist heads, spit lead, then boast like the angels
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The scorpion tongue
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Come close I'ma sting you, I'm Morpheus' son
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Part two to The Matrix, I'm atheist
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Only God is my gauges and the clip is my church
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Show the beginnin and the end when I'm spittin my verse
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Voodoo curse brought back The Horsemen from the grave
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Four headless motherfuckers that'll clap at the gate
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Stomp his chest in and put the fuckin axe through his leg
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Chop his head off cuz the livin motherfuckers never seen the dead walk
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Til now, Horsemen spread his corpse across the ground
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Priest pick niggas off that talk, with a pound
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Come on..
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Chorus 2
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[Kurupt]
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Let me tell em, the headless Horsemen nigga...
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I'm back, give me a fired up Mac
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Seventeen different sachels of uncooked crack
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Dogs don't associate with cats
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Horses beat niggas with metallic wiffle ball bats
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If time could rewind I would have rewound before
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Knocked down, surround and drowned before
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Concentrated, ligaments separated
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Pronounced un-cuffed with the hoofs pound
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I'm Kurupt, Young Gotti, the Headless Horseman
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I'm the one that started off extortion
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Contortion began to spread to scorchin
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Featherweights came with the enforcements
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And forced the enforcements I'm forcin
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And open the doors, let all the force in
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I never really gave a fuck what it's costin
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Time ain't money cuz I take my money
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And I take my time when I take my money
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I'm always careful when I make my money
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I know about niggas gettin quaked by money
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But The Horsemen here though
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Comin through with the Hennessey and dough dough
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I'm lookin at the niggas peepin out the hoes
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I start cookin motherfuckers like kilos
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Chorus 1 (first two lines)
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{*horses neighing*}
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[Ras Kass]
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Cock my Beanie like Anna B C, g'wan
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Release the beast, G heat, creeps beneath me
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Like the over fiend ET with VD
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Feasibly he see beyond 3-D
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We the glitch in The Matrix
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Neo, these niggas got computer code runnin across they faces
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Temporarily trade places
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I define hip-hop and transcend it
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Take linear time and bend it
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The figures flyin, forever told niggas since the 13th amendment
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Plus whoever told you, you could contend with men with tremendous?
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For rhymin magnum mentality, for rhymin over instrumentals
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Flow like menstruals
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Men in car menaces, murder fresh-maker like Mentos
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Rock like cement, cum like semen
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Judgemental demon, man listen
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Y'all niggas is fembots
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We bend blocks with big shots
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And kill your little homey like Kid Rock's
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I kid you not, kick rocks or kick box
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And like a one legged man in an ass kickin contest
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You're gonna get your ass stampeded repeatedly
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And immediately Hannibal Lecter gonna feed it to me
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Please believe what you see
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Or see it to believe it
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Heard men are from Mars, that's why I floss on Venus
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Wipe out the species, extinct ya whole genus
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So fresh and so clean this
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The outcast of rap, Horsemen attack
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The only thing gonna pop is my collar and a gat
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Chorus 1 & 2
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[Canibus]
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Yo, yo, yo
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Fuck beggin for ya life, I have you niggas beggin for death
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Use a dull blade and sever ya neck
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You're whack because I say so
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In my platoon niggas like you are good for peelin potatoes
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With your manicured hands and gay flows
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I murder your first born after it's only a day old
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+Rip the Jacker+ rips the track up
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Rippin rappers, 8 sack, rippin that ass up
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Niggas back up when I attack with my axe up
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Swingin faster than Tiger Woods at The Masters (FORE!)
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I decapitate you faggots
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