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letra de i’m a horsemen - hrsmn

[ras kass]
i’m the world’s only s-xually reproductive hip-hop quotable
roll with live n-ggas in a benz 500 convertible-ufo
my street oratory be exploratory surgery
i get in your -n-l orifice, and morbidly murder you verbally
oracle, this n-gga defy the laws of gravity
then switch my axis, and then i start to orbit crews, okay?
no r-i-double a, minus my radio play, just hear what i say:
you feelin’ l.a.?
it’s ill when i spray, since enfamil till i’m gray
compete in celebrity deathmatch so i can k!ll you with clay
two million units to certify by 2g
unfortunately, my mentality be in millennium three
born a “n-gga” for life, revealed a g*nius in death
when earth is suckin’ on my p-n-s for the s-m-n i left
angels are singin’, divine reason ’cause the flesh is demon-possessed
i’m extremin’ to death, like eastern stars and cfr
still concerned about my pattern over 16 bars?
f-ckin’ b-tches whippin’ pristine cars, but that’s all chattel slavery scars
my ancestors got feathered and tarred, and still praised the lord!
ma’ dukes raised the lord!
biogenetically-gattaca-gotta’-gat-at-ya-in-cape-canaveral-lateral-lift-off-i’m-blowin’-challengers
you ain’t thug that’s your boyfriend’s glock
you’re like rockin’ new gators with a hole in your sock, akh’
i’ve tongue kissed 24 tracks for 48 bars for at least 12 songs… so gimme my throne
see, y’all n-ggas about to get your masculinity ripped
it’s like slidin’ across broken glass with your pants unzipped
[canibus]
i’m probably what you’d call a record industry population enforcer
i slaughter like a hundred rappers each quarter
in order to keep the sh-t in order
i track wack n-ggas down from border to border
just like the stories of the hare and the tortoise;
the rabbit was faster but fell asleep in the forest
but lost ’cause the tortoise had endurance
i always stay focused the longest
i promise i could battle any artist until they just get exhausted and forfeit
with actual supernatural forces, i’m a horseman from h-ll;
immune to the garlic, water, and the crosses
after the last album i went through a metamorphasis
and probably fired more of my n-ggas than doug morris did
i kicked the dead beats out, turned around
and switched my whole team out
now i got some bangin’ ass beats now, it paid off
’cause i came off like adolf
and i could murder any mothaf-ckin’ camp i concentrate on
with the first strike, i’m so nice
i could exterminate more n-ggas than the third reich
the way i burn mics, i’ve been accused of bein’ all hype
all bark and no bite, every night i got into a bar fight
defendin’ my title, ’cause n-ggas was like “yo, yo, i ain’t feelin’ your sh-t,”
and i had to beat they ass with tae-bo
read somewhere that i was wack? must’ve been a typo
out of a grand, i got 755 votes
for freestyle champion, two years in a row
the type of sh-t i be spittin’ y’all n-ggas ain’t even close
you wonder why i do dis?
i do dis because i find it therapeutic
for all the enthusiasts to love my music
you stupid, my brain’s faster than cray computers
with microprocessor’s submerged in cryogenic fluids
on some rude sh-t, put voodoo on your tootings
and tell you you better not use it, then bootleg your new sh-t
you think that you could f-ck around? prove it
you gotta beat? loop it
you got lyrics? then flip somethin’ to it
and stop talkin’ behind my back you b-tch!
f-ggot-ass fruit-basket, mad
’cause n-ggas know you group d-ck
tryin’ to get on some whooptie-whoop sh-t?
i don’t give a f-ck what you or your crew think, because i know where you live
and i got the address to your crib
plus the bazooka that i’mma use to remove it ’cause i’m a sore loser
and losin’ is off limits especially when canibus is involved in it
spittin’ some wicked-ass lyrics
four sacriligious n-ggas that’ll rip your adams-apple out in a minute
and play two on two tennis wit it, b-tch
f-ck the critics, i’m the illest
i’m a hors-m-n
i’m a hors-m-n
i’m a hors-m-n
i’m a hors-m-n

- hrsmn

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