Canibus
Impossible
[Intro: RBX]
In six minutes, this song will self-destruct
Tick, tick, boom
Hahahahahaha, 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 they 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 n***a, 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, n***a
[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 'HRSMN Talk', I stomp emcees for sport
I rip 'em apart and never been caught
Intelligent thought, aaah, like Masterpiece n***a
Massacre n***as, 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 more from that 4-4 special flow
That [?] murderers and slaughters platoon
Ape shit gorilla Gandhi from the [?] moon
To behead a microphone [?] [?] 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