This Shit Right Here

Lyrics

[Intro] Four dark riders, the black demons of Revelations Nigga, nigga, my nigga, guaranteed This shit right here, my nigga This shit right here, guaranteed Hip hop quotables, nigga Every verse, nigga Step your game up, nigga HRSMN, nigga, I'm a show you how to rap, nigga Show you how to rap [Verse 1: Ras Kass] H-R-S-M-N, no vowels I don't give a shit, no bowels (No) White flag waving, no throwing in towels It's Clash of the Titans, no mechanical owls I hang with the Gorgons and Stygian Witches Cannibalize niggas, cauldren full of boilin' bitches (Ha) And you don't know the half ,so you just 49% of a stupid son of a bitch And concerning the spit, I'm a hot dog like burning a pit Get my 23 on, spell team with a "I" quick You ain't consistent, get off of my dick If you believing every rapper that's claiming they buy brick I got a bridge in London to sell you Gravity, death, Razzy: the things that never fail you I get around like the side view of Lady Gaga Here to fuck your life up like black baby mamas Wish granny could've lived to see President Obama Instead of seeing her hometown underwater At least she in a better place Learning is a gift, pain is my teacher, two steps ahead of fate Is these rap niggas crazy spitters? Do Catholic priests make good babysitters? (No!) I'm a lazy spitter, but hip hop made me glitter 'Til I'm Daddy Kane and Pun and Christopher Wallace, even maybe bigger And they rename me Jigga, just praise me nigga Flame these cats up, put their dick in the dirt Wrinkle em up til they looking like Mr. Bigglesworth [Chorus] This shit right here, nigga This shit right here, nigga Right-right-right here, this shit nigga This shit here, this shit's called Deaf, nigga [Verse 2: Killah Priest] It's like I went to Shakespeare graveyard, punched in the dirt Break through his casket, grab on his shirt Pull him back to the earth Put on his jacket, took on his accent to spit a verse Started rapping with a sick sinister smirk Took his skeleton and melted him Cold nights in the season with my hellish pen The Devil's den, murder of crows in flight, over this cold yellow skin Angels and demons impaled in my lens Women screaming, vivid scenes, all my picture screens call me immortal The hunter hunger, under fire Thunder eyes of slumber, rhymes of wonder Magic, under earth right like you strike matches Brung a curse, among the first rapping "..out of vengeance to destroy man and Earth" [Verse 3: Canibus] One quarter HRSMN, one quarter stallion offspring You ain't half the man my bars been The Carhartt King, molecules spin As we sit by the river and peel caterpillar skin Capricorn was the first one born It wasn't long before Aquarius was warned about the meteor storm I go to Area 51 with my 15-year-old son Riffles and guns, tasers on stun Gemini Janus, dream merchant dangerous Doctor Doom's stainless faces locked behind cages Frustrated with the Scorpio with Cancer crustaceans Pacing back and forth from the basement to the bus station Lock horns with Taurus and Ares Big House on the Prairie, various versions of the Virgo Mary Vendetta, light as a feather, heavy go-getter Libra lawyers writing me letters to sue me for my cheddar Sagittarius statues, black Jews in white shoes In hues of dark reds and bright blues I'm a lion in the shade, I'm heavily sedated so I behave Drink Pisces tea and eat fish eggs But this shit right here got legs Run you right off the edge, wake up in bed next to a horse head We the HRMSN! [Chorus] This shit right here, nigga This shit right here, nigga Right-right-right here, this shit nigga This shit here, this shit's called Deaf, nigga [Verse 4: Kurupt] Militant murder mongrel, hungry, starving Carving niggas up like Thanksgiving turkeys carved in your chest It's headless ranger, rawhide, ramrod Sink into the sands of time Drown in war am I pure poison Poetry that's used like nukes Mustard gas thrown from the throat to the booth Barbaric, I'm sick of you internet riders You ain't riding, you hiding behind your computer You ain't a shooter, you somebody that I'm dying to meet So I can spread your body parts on the street Listen, it's Little Manson, I'm tryna explain I spit shit that split and enhance the pain I spit shit that lift like elevators and cranes You spit shit that's ignored, young matador Induce a stone face, my bitch Medusa Gladiator galactic, sporadic busting Active frantic, make you hit the panic button You wear panties, your pussy probably wet as my bitch Whole day suck a nigga with intentions to snitch I met you back in '85, your game is lame Nothing changed, it all stays the same Radical battle mode galactica, cuz, I don't trip Spectacular, accurate, gatling gun on spit Huh, my relatives buggin' Supposed to be my family, supposed to be my cousin Earthquakes are imminent, rhyming is real What you say, you gotta lay or die for or kill [Chorus] This shit right here, nigga This shit right here, nigga Right-right-right here, this shit nigga This shit here, this shit's called Deaf, nigga... [Outro] You mean I'm gonna hit it and die, nigga? Is that... ? No, nigga, not death, nigga, deaf You hit this shit twice, nigga, you can't hear shit