[Intro: sample & Ras Kass]
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
Life's a bitch!
This is something special
[?] carry judgement over this threshold
This is something special
[?] carry judgement over this threshold

[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 n***a 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 n***a who stay church mice and pump TECs
When a n***a 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 merked every fucking rapper, bring on your best
[Chorus: Kurupt]
How come you n***as is bitches?
Acting like you something you not, you fictitious
I am War, simple and plain vicious
Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians

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[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 will send you to Oz like Judy Garland, look
([Ras Kass]: click your heels twice, we are not in Kansas anymore)
I make these n***as panic
[Chorus: Kurupt]
How come you n***as 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 of 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 n***as is bitches?
Acting like you something you not, you fictitious
I am War, simple and plain vicious
Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians
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[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 n***as is bitches?
Acting like you something you not, you fictitious
I am War, simple and plain vicious
Pop lead, Sid Vicious, we morticians