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canibus - abide by lyrics

[intro: ras kass, canibus & both]
the beginnin of the end n+ggas!
yeah, we gon’ rock this sh+t forever
the alpha and the omega
the canibus’ll make your eyes redder
f+ck y’all n+ggas talkin’ bout cheddar
brought to you by your millennium group, the hors+m+n
four swordsmen
from the land of the lost
ras kass, k!llah priest and kurupt wit can+i+bus
throw your 4’s up or get your vocal cords cut, motherf+cker
wavin’ the four+four!

[verse 1: kurupt]
i’m headless, n+gga, but i packs a big piece
blastin’, they let assassins loose on the street
murderous notes i wrote, i laceratе throats
i toss fire at n+ggas; motherf+ck the six
thе condos is supposed to be flip bricks
all thirty+nine of your b+tches, pretty+ass b+tch n+gga
i’ll throw some f+cked up kicks on
next a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up
’cause we don’t give a f+ck, the headless horseman kurupt
see, i’m off the wall n+gga, hors+m+ntality
i’m a horseman, n+gga, and that’s all i’ll be
see, i’m tired of the sparkly sh+t, n+ggas talkin’ sh+t
i wanna see the streets dark again
let the heaters spark again, police callin’ all cars off and
powerful as a motherf+ckin’ vulcan
my specialty is + poetically lyrically energetically
ultramagnetically dogg pound pedigree
f+ck the shiny sh+t, f+ck a b+tch, only grimy sh+t
dirty sh+t, holocaust in thirty+thirty sh+t
mxyzptlk, assassin sicilian
k!ll women and k!ll men, and kidnap children
for vengeance in the name of the hors+m+n
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, b+tch!
[chorus: 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

[verse 2: k!llah priest]
what the f+ck y’all done started; four apocalypic prophets
appearin’ outta floatin’ objects, wearin’ middle eastern garments
long trench coats with our hands in our pockets
slappin’ all you scary+ass rap artists, half+r+t+rded
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 carcass
i’m heartless, regardless if y’all claim to be gods or goddess
to me, y’all all garbage; i see all of y’all as movin’ targets
and my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic + spittin’
hittin’ at y’all 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 unconscious?
after i squeeze your head like the charmin
f+ck 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 synagogue
we was lyrically sent to y’all
like the men of god to put a end to y’all
i sniff bites like dogs to get the scent of y’all
hors+m+n, we be scorchin’ when we be walkin’
with the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin
[verse 3: ras kass]
let’s air it out like the breeze
now watch me do one+armed handstands
and hang these n+u+t’s over seven continents and seven seas
streets is lebanese
be rockin’ bulgari wrist watches and sniper marines
most of these mc’s can’t even rap, just model and go gold
and get big+headed like they swallowin’ colleges
i spit empty grave sites, rap stars fill ’em up
you what? thirty, forty years old and still wack as f+ck
me? i ain’t 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
that’s a three+hour difference;
so when my b+tch is a six, she’s really a nine
in seven days, she’d 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 what’s happenin’? from p.i. to ’99 madden
since police be jackin’ blacks, i talk to pigs in pig latin:
uck+fay ou+yay itch+bay et+lay a+igga+nay+play
and free keith mur+ray (hors+m+n)
[verse 4: canibus]
yo, yo, yo
i kick a verse at six+hundred and sixty+six megahertz
make lightnin’ flash across the sky every time 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 th+rns on whoever the king of rap is
if he’s a +catholic+ i nail him to a crucifix
then i beat him till he’s blackish+blueish
then perform acupuncture wit six+hundred and sixty+six toothpicks
beat him 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
i’mma f+ck all of you p+ssies like group s+x
you get six+hundred and sixty+six years imprisonment
for bitin’ off another n+gga’s sh+t, you b+tch
you got caught, now you on the other side of the law
snitchin’ on mad n+ggas in a soundproof court
to get some of your sentence knocked off (nah, n+gga) you wildin’
but you still be in riker’s island gettin’ forced to toss salads
you scared of that, wit’ a phobia fear of that
i’mma 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 n+gga, father+f+ckin’ ass n+gga
that got f+cked in the ass by your father figure
(no matter who?) i’ll 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 i’m flowin’ like pilot controlled boeings
when i get bitten, i bite back, quicker than tyson attacks
i don’t give a f+ck if i don’t get my license back
so, take caution
the four hors+m+n’ll chop your head off wit’ a sword then
gallop northward
mc’s take caution
the four hors+m+n’ll chop your head off wit’ a sword then
gallop northward, motherf+ckers; yeah

[chorus: canibus]
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!

[interlude: the hrsmn]
wavin the four+four! all you heard was “priest, don’t hit me no more”
wavin’ the four+four! all you heard was “bis, don’t hit me no more”
wavin’ the four+four! all you heard was “ras, don’t hit me no more”
wavin’ the four+four! ayo, kurupt, hit them n+ggas wit the hardcore!

[verse 5: kurupt]
yeah, n+gga, i’m headless without thoughts
with my motherf+ckin’ arms crossed
i transform from a dogg to a horse
took over the whole race course
throw the jockey off the saddle
now, who the f+ck really wanna battle?
got me a pistol, launch it off like a missile
let it whistle, they fall f+ckin’ round wit’ the dogg
i’m a hog..

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