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letra de four horsemen - m.i.

verse 1 (m.i):
it’s the sign of the ending
of days
i gotta still put my pen on a
page
how many times i got em
singing my praise
thinking the infinite times
that you could mind spit my
intimate lines in a age
what am i made of, same
sh-t thats in a grenade
just know you can’t pull the
pin and be safe
n-ggas tryna be brave got
less than one sixth of a
minute to pray
am like a ref in this b-tch
see i’m not in it to play
huh, the four hors-m-n, ha
apocalypse
i’m mephistopheles, they
can’t conquer us
when the stars align in its
divine time
you gon run in and punish
you son its the end of
mankind
the fun is just hunting
these c-nts n-ggas they
can’t ryhme
loose tie your loose round
20 n-ggas same d-mn time
giving you definition of
hangtime
my flows disgusting, they
throwing it up like a gang
sign
meanwhile i break em
down like an enzyme
my team like a pig ticket, we
been fine
we do the impossible walk
on a water
then take in a pot of the
water walked on
bless it and drink wine

verse 2 (loose kaynon):
i’m focsed men, y’all give it
up for a g
i’m about to make em look
stupid for ignoring me
y’all say you hustling i hear
you n-ggas touring free
and you ain’t got a shot
while am out here scoring
3s
they say i got a loopy deal
so now i look good
and say they got me on a
roaster now, they look
hood
am the new pac, m.i the
new shoe
konnect getting his dre on
wish your b-tch boom
what, i dont stress to
success
the b-tch got a short dress
the glipse on a long neck
i ain’t even f-ck yet just
making her gut stretch
in the back of her drop
legs
busting her god blessed
show me your favourite
rapper that dare to suck
less
the game is a hot mess and
am on my form flex
i’m dropping bombs no
disrespect fool i f-ck your
moms
we up in this b-tch like
starving kids in f-cking
slum
am i wrong for being a fan
of myself
i’m just tryna get you girl to
keep her hands off my belt
say they started telling me
like play the hands you was
dealt
i put on my poker face and
bluff my way to the wealth
thats why we out here
turning our dreams into
cream
you ain’t making money till
you need accountants in
your team
it’s music to my ears am
hearing money machines
we show up and k!ll the
game, we never flee the
scene

verse 3 (kahli abdu):
4 horses, this is what war
is
kid konnect i go in, f-ck a
chorus
so deep i forgot where my
core is
lines be broken the spirit i
see doloris
oh lord, a n-gga wrote so
much till his ink lacks
purpose
oh lord, now i dont even
write anymore all my
thoughts is in cursive
you ever seen a man like
this before
he doesnt even swear but
what he speaks is raw
he’s so underground yet
his speech is forbes
i could come unprepared
and still be fit for war
n-gga, be good but the
hardest me
you rap, you soft now you
the one thats hardest to
see
me i step on land mines like
the targets is me
and amma spit that whole
sh-t until carter believes
f-ck a horse i unravel the
beast
m and loose came am
arriving with three
so its me and jagz you be
striving the beat
at the end its only four
vibrante emcees
n-gga, we on our way now
n-gga
we going up you are on the
way down n-gga
huh, this is j-town n-gga
the booth is just a
playground n-gga, rebel

- m i

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