Konnect, Kahli, Loose, M.I,
A nigga gon’ fucking kill this track
Four Horsemen.
Verse – 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 shit that’s in a grenade
Just know you can’t pull the pin and be safe
Niggas tryna be brave got less than one sixth of a minute to pray
Am like a ref in this bitch see I’m not in it to play
Huh, The four horsemen, apocalypse
I’m Mephistopheles, they cant 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 cunts niggas they cant ryhme
Loose tie your loose round 20 niggas same damn time (damn time)
Giving you definition of hang time
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 walking on a water
Then take in a pot of the water I walked on
Bless it and drink wine.
Verse 2 – Loose Kaynon:
I’m focused 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 niggas touring free
And you aint 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 bitch boom
What, I don’t stress to success
The bitch got a short dress, the glimpse on a long neck
I aint even fuck yet just making her gut stretch
In the back of her drop legs
Busting a nut, God blessed
Show me your favorite 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 fuck your moms
We up in this bitch like starving kids in fucking 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 aint making money till you need accountants in your team
It’s music to my hears am hearing money machines
We show up and kill the game, we never flee the scene…what
Verse 3 – Kahli Abdu:
4 Horses, this is what war is
Kid Konnect i go in, fuck a chorus
So deep i forgot where my core is
Lines be broken the spirit i see doloris
Oh Lord, a nigga wrote so much till his ink lacks purpose
Oh lord, now i dont even write anymore all my thoughts is in curses
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
Nigga, be good but the is hardest me
You rap, you soft now you the one thats hardest to see
Me i step on land mines like the target is me
And imma spit that whole shit until carter believes
Fuck 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 vibrant emcees
Nigga, we on our way now nigga
We going up, you are on the way down nigga
Huh, this is J-town nigga
The booth is just a playground nigga
Rebel
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