M.I Abaga, Khali Abdu, Loose Kaynon - Four Horsemen lyrics

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 thats 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, ha apocalypse
I'm Mephistopheles, they can't conquer us
When the stars align in it's divine time
You gon run in and punish
You son it's the end of mankind
The fun is just hunting
These cunts niggas they can't ryhme
Loose tie your loose round
20 niggas same damn time
Giving you definition of hangtime
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 walk on a water
Then take in a pot of the water walked on
Bless it and drink wine
I'm focsed 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 ain't 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, MI 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 glipse on a long neck
I ain't even fuck yet just
Making her gut stretch
In the back of her drop legs
Busting her God blessed
Show me your favourite
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 ain't making money till
You need accountants in your team
It's music to my ears am
Hearing money machines
We show up and kill the
Game, we never flee the scene
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 don't even
Write anymore all my thoughts is in cursive
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 hardest me
You rap, you soft now you
The one thats hardest to see
Me i step on land mines like
The targets is me and amma spit that whole
Shit until carter believes
Fuck a horse i unravel the beast
M and Loose came am arriving with three
So it's me and Jagz you be striving the beat
At the end it's only four vibrante 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