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letra de hrsmn talk - canibus

[horses galloping and neighing]

[intro: killah priest]
yea, mothaf-ckas

[chorus: killah priest]
this is “hors-m-n talk”, hors-m-n walk
get the f-ck out the way before the hors-m-n stalk
we headless mothaf-ckas and we lacerate
don’t you know the sh-t could get real when your -ss get smoked?
[gun shot]

this is hors-m-n talk, hors-m-n walk
get the f-ck out the way before the hors-m-n stalk
we headless mothaf-ckas and we lacerate
don’t you know the sh-t could get real when you wind up smoked?

[verse 1: killah priest]
i spit volcanoes, twist heads, spit lead
then boast like the angels, the scorpion tongue
come close i’m a sting you, i’m morpheus’ son
part two to the matrix, i’m atheist
only god is my gauges and the clip is my church
show the beginnin’ and the end when i’m spittin’ my verse
voodoo curse brought back the hors-m-n from the grave
four headless mothaf-ckas now clappin’ their gate
stomp his chest in and put the f-ckin’ axe through his leg
chop his head off, ’cause the livin’ mothaf-ckas never seen the dead walk
’til now, hors-m-n spread his corpse across the ground
priest pick n-gg-z off that talk, with a pound, c’mon

[chorus: killah priest]
this is hors-m-n talk, hors-m-n walk
get the f-ck out the way before the hors-m-n stalk
we headless mothaf-ckas and we lacerate
don’t you know the sh-t could get real when you wind up smoked?

[verse 2: kurupt]
the headless hors-m-n n-gg-
i’m back, give me a fired up mac
seventeen different satchels of uncooked crack
dogs don’t -ssociate with cats
horses beat n-gg-z with metallic wiffle ball bats
if time could rewind i would have rewound before
knocked down, surround and drowned before
concentrated, ligaments separated
pronounced un-hoofed with the hoofs pound
i’m kurupt, young gotti, the headless horseman
i’m the one that started off extortion
contortion began to spread to scorchin’
featherweights came with the enforcements
and forced the enforcements i’m forcin’
and open the doors, let all the force in
i never really gave a f-ck what it’s costin’
time ain’t money ’cause i take my money
and i take my time when i take my money
i’m always careful when i make my money
i know about n-gg-z gettin’ quaked by money
but the hors-m-n here though
comin’ through with the hennessey and dough dough
i’m lookin’ at the n-gg-z peepin’ out the hoes
i start cookin’ mothaf-ckas like kilos

[horses neighing]

[chorus: killah priest]
this is “hors-m-n talk”, hors-m-n walk
get the f-ck out the way before the hors-m-n stalk

[verse 3: ras k-ss]
c-ck my beanie like anna b c, gwen
release the beast, g heat, creeps beneath me
like the over fiend et with dvd
feasibly he see beyond 3-d
we the glitch in the matrix
neo – “these n-gg-z got computer code runnin’ across they faces”
temporarily trade places
i define hip-hop and transcend it
take linear time and bend it
the biggest lie ever told, ever since the 13th amendment
was whoever told you, you could contend with men with tremendous?
for rhymin’ magnum mentality, for rhymin’ over instrumentals
flow like menstrual
mena trois menaces, murder fresh-maker like mentos
rock like cement, c-m like s-m-n
judgmental demon, mad lizard
y’all n-gg-z is fembots
we bend blocks with big shots
and kill your little homey like kid rock’s
i kid you not, kick rocks or kick box
i’m like a one legged man in an -ss kickin’ contest
you’re gon’ get your -ss stampeded repeatedly
and immediately hannibal lector gon’ feed it to me
please believe what you see
or see it to believe it
heard men are from mars, that’s why i floss on venus
wipe out the species, extinct ya whole genus
so fresh and so clean this
the outkast of rap, hors-m-n attack
the only thing gon’ pop is my collar and a gat

this is hors-m-n talk, hors-m-n walk
get the f-ck out the way before the hors-m-n stalk
we headless mothaf-ckas and we lacerate
don’t you know the sh-t could get real when you wind up smoked?

[verse 4: canibus]
yo, yo, yo
f-ck beggin’ for ya life, i have you n-gg-z beggin for death
use a dull blade and sever ya neck
you’re whack because i say so
in my platoon n-gg-z like you are good for peelin’ potatoes
with your manicured hands and gay flows
i murder your first born after it’s only a day old
“rip the jacker” rips the track up
rippin’ rappers, eight sack, rippin’ that -ss up
n-gg-s back up when i attack with my axe up
swingin faster than tiger woods at the masters (fore!)
i decapitate you f-ggots
then gallop over ya body with a horse and carriage
kidnap ya widow, f-ck her in a wooden cabinet
p-ss the p-ssy to priest and let him stab it
ask ras and kurupt if they wanna get at it
laughin’ like madmen, swallowin x tablets
natural born spitters that mean business
millennium n-gg-z, got the sword of guinean with us
and we all got a bone to pick
n-gg-z talkin’ about frozen wrists and how much dough they get
go to war with them like the bosnians and bolsheviks
put an umbrella up they -sshole and open it
while i’m still holdin’ it, openin and closin’ it
i break they motherf-ckin’ pelvic bones with it
i will sabotage, everybody knows that sh-t
a n-gg- spittin’ like me ain’t supposed to break
now i got a formula that’s guaranteed to work
the hors-m-n, remember you heard it from me first
four n-gg-z that done been through it
with more knowledge than the druids and the will power to do it
my cranium pumps uranium
my first name’s germaine so my heart probably pumps germanium
when i die, they should have my wake in a stadium
you can witness my body beamed up by aliens
radiation poisonin’ that will probably make ya skin fall off
motherf-cker this is “hors-m-n talk”

- canibus

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