Morticians

Lyrics

[Intro: sample & Ras Kass] You're not going to find them They chose the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse for a reason Do you know that the word apocalypse does not mean the end of the world The literal translation is, "The lifting of the veil" This whole time, they've been trying to lead us to something They're building to something don't you see Building to what? The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were sent here to initiate Hell on Earth This is something special [?] carry judgement over this threshold Life's a bitch! This is something special [?] carry judgement over this threshold Yeah [Verse 1: Ras Kass] Shit always funny 'til somebody get hurt That's why I pimped on Eve and made Adam out of dirt I'm able like Cain to leave a nigga slain I ease up in your brain like cancer in an old mans Hey news, guess I'm addicted to the Beirut Heavy on this holy water, Grey Goose and Jesus Was hanging over rocks change like [?] noose But America's hypocrite, can't accept gay troops Two wars can't prove, skinheads that hate Jews Rest in peace, L, BIG, Eazy and my man Proof Can't respect a nigga who stay church mice and pump TECs When a nigga die, you talk shit, 'nough said Punks jump up, east, south, north, west Catch me upstate, beast mouth, Gore-Tex Star Trek, Klingon coming out a vortex Swear I merk every fucking rapper, bring on your best [Chorus: Kurupt] How come you niggas is bitches? Acting like you something you not, you fictitious I am War, simple and plain vicious Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians [Break] The best funeral service We will support, guide and direct you through the final arrangement process Call the funeral home to see how we can serve you [Verse 2: Kurupt] I'll make these motherfuckers panic, I'm ignorant A motherfucking ignoramus Elephant, elegant, excellence, that's me then my bitch Then it's me again, motherfucker, I make you all panic I channel your brainwaves I got a specialty wholesale, I sell graves Augusta gallops all across the plains, let Evander win Or I'll huff and puff and blow your house down Tornado, NATO, Santa Ana winds I'm illegal in the skies, I plummet the Earth I stomp like Sasquatch, the abominable thirst The abomination Caesar, young Ebenezer I saturate bodies with shotties and meat cleavers Olly olly oxen free or catch me in the alley Cock and squeeze in the alley, ox and knees Banana babies from Beijing with fun Toolies that send you to Oz like Judy Garland, look ([Ras Kass]: click your heels twice We are not in Kansas anymore) I make these niggas panic [Chorus: Kurupt] How come you niggas is bitches? Acting like you something you not, you fictitious I am War, simple and plain vicious Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians [Verse 3: Killah Priest] Lyrics more wicked than triple sixes and spirits, to visions Rap-ticians when you hear it horrified to far and wide To the darker side, gothic skies and hops and knives The Guns N' Roses target Moses, young explosive Run with soldiers ferocious, don't slip that open Provoking the omens and Romans, Trojan slogan Jewish, Christian, Muslim Thou shall not eat from the meat, the feet is cloven A chosen is Conan Barbarian, the bars'll bury 'em Scars and heavy skin, gods and deadly winds Cigars for every sin, laugh at disaster Last chapter is rapture, light with fingers will grab you Smash you into mountains Huffing like a falcon, the album will grab ya like Talons Go through your body like Tesla Talon [Ras Kass]: Bitch, walk on tight ropes, it's all balance [Killah Priest]: we in this for the violence [Chorus: Kurupt] How come you niggas is bitches? Acting like you something you not, you fictitious I am War, simple and plain vicious Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians [Break] We continue our personalised service with modern facilities, equipment and vehicles We have knowledgeable staff and we also offer a variety of services Pre-arrangements, veterans and cremation [Verse 4: Canibus] War college, false prophets get shot down with real rockets Drone operators in the field with optics Fighter jets barrel roll over a narrow road Going so fast my head shaped like a tadpole I got to learn to live with what I can't control My soul plays a substantial role I'm at Burger Hollow, Alabama Told the bitch to make me a sandwich Got that peanut butter jelly, going ham with the hammers And ham radio scanners, smoking turtle with Santa They keep asking, I ain't got no answers Still get it in, looking real young and handsome (Word, you heard what Ras said) Register your weapons Voice command JIBO record the session huh False prophets never pay homage Don't get caught with your hand in the Central Bank pocket The rap brotherhood fragment that's so damn defensive All doomed to an ignorant ending Hip-hop your vision, Knowledge the Wisdom, what is it? Nothing more than a fatal contradiction [Chorus: Kurupt] How come you niggas is bitches? Acting like you something you not, you fictitious I am War, simple and plain vicious Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians