Impossible

Lyrics

[Intro: RBX] In six minutes, this song will self-destruct Tick, tick, boom Hahahahahaha Impossibla,. impossible, impossible The HRSMN Is you ready? Pestilence, Seige [Verse 1: Ras Kass] I'm remarkable So talented, pretty and smart, but they call me unmarketable Double enten, I'm Noah's Ark with a flow I'm too deep so you two are too stupid to be quadruple enten that'll flow So much better than your favorite rappers, trust me, they all know They happy you don't realize it, but I'ma wake niggas up like narcs at your door Girls call me a dog, we meet, I bark at a hoe High school, carrying a bat, bitch, like Joe Clark on a hoe Poker like [?], a menace like O-Dog If these niggas going ham, I must go hog Sonic the Hedge though These rappers be selling you dreams for a dollar, I call it Creflo I will shoot a TEC at your expo, ain't that your petro? While upside down, sliding on the roof of my Lexo Being pursued by LAPD metro Lose 'em in the hood while the homies throw up their sets though electro Detonator where you having sex or let your girl know she fucking a dead man, she a necro Huh, fuck your life I get more ass than a baby wipe I been renaissance nigga, a spitter Ruin rap careers in a hundred and forty characters like Twitter Eat your face, go to trial and beat the case Do it again with pepperoni, call you pizza face I'm a whole coast by myself, you just bi I get rich, go platinum, go by myself Drop me then go sign myself Die, go to Heaven, pick new parents and design myself Come out, clone that and be two times myself Then match 'em up with an octagon and try myself, nigga [Interlude: RBX] Ooh wee, hahahaha And War, are you ready? [Verse 2: Canibus] The black Pope fastens the rope, slashes the GOAT Drinks animal blood from my black bowl then lash from the throat Remove stash from the coke, laugh, joke, smoke, pass the dro The fastest will be the last to go Sky watches record the speech of the jaguar priest Rain wizards who control the rainforest beast Bars, give me more of them, the mad warrior, ad nauseam Canibus, listen to them calling him Rapid fire some lyrics like Big Pun spitting Like the time I sat there and watched him eat eight chickens I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit, in the business Still ripping, motherfucker listen Microphone spray, no delay, home and away I told them yesterday, "No way", I told them today I heard them say, "The flow is exact, so is the track" It ain't where you from, it's where you at so why you going back? Ever since Horsemen Talk, I stomp emcees for sport I rip 'em apart and never been caught Intelligent thought, aaah, like Masterpiece nigga Massacre niggas, Mr Masterpiece with the triggers You can fly away but I'ma get ya, the dogs gonna fetch ya The Horse gonna put you on the stretcher Capital letter, H-R-S-M-N We did it before and now we the best again [Interlude: RBX] Indeed We come to eat your lunch Hahahaha Thus the name Famine Are you ready? [Verse 3: Kurupt] Electro special manifest so special Ecto exo let's go Ligaments get separated like sectionals Lyrical exorcism twist your motherfucking body up like gyros or pretzels Elephants up against all of these motherfucking geckos Get low or get mo' from that .44 special flow That injures murderers and slaughters platoons Ape shit gorilla Gandhi from the equator moon To behead a mic [?] [?] clapper Sudan and Pirate the poet fire sheesh Cause riots, Osiris beast, Big Foot with [?] like King Tut Mummified, survived, came back alive, revived Horrendous living, is he live or what? Ain't no telling his cerebellum is fried as fuck From that kush therapy, therapeutic undisputed A rarity rarely disputed, get executed Immediate embalming Obama of top rhyming Tuna fish oyster and lead hammerhead red dot Osama Got 'em, a problem, penitentiary spread Feed my mechanical mind the lungs, fingers and legs Listen, you little shit, you got a second to beg Before I throw this mustard at you from your neck to your leg The gas will spread, stand on your neck or your head Like the grudge, motherfucker, don't budge, motherfucker Famine [Interlude: RBX] And last but not least The Grim Reaper creeps Death, are you ready? [Verse 4: Killah Priest] I come with God's ability and God's name God's agility that witnessed God's reign From God's throne, I spit dark flames Light up the candles then blow out your brains Bless, my crown stretch from one era to the next Mic sketch, the terror to your death Play with the mic like Russian Roulette Beloved angels dance the Devil's music Iron cables, tied noose around his neck Lime on tables, carved loops in his chest Now let's battle to see who's pharaoh Beneath whose skin wear the king's apparel Your just dreams with sad fros Actual and masterful, incompatible, mathematical I sharpen this ax for you And you're not spitting, you're just sucking your teeth And those are not women, they call you luscious, you sweet Your flow is feminine, this dude's a fucking geek Priest is a beast Shirt look like stained glass paintings when I eat I crucify demons and kill satan when I speak [Outro: RBX] And there you have it The Four Horsemen Like it or love it It is what it is And you do know that [?] Hahahaha, hahahaha, ahahaha