The HRSMN - Fourth Windz Blow lyrics

My lyrics takes off
Expand like the wings of a hawk
Pen form a beak, when I speak, I'mma thought
Third eye, moves like a bird when it flies
Self like the stealth
Unheard through the sky
Undetected by the naked eye
Only few could catch it
The second that the message arrive
For some it might blow by
Only for the dumb, deaf, and the blind
Searchin' depths for the mind
Connect with a line, illuminate communicate
With the concepts of my rhyme, come on

Every sixth day I commit suicide
This nigga rappin' a clue
Check the dots under my eye
Horsemen, equestrian, conquest we in
No vest come and test me then
Hit 'em up like a upper cut
I'm tryin' to hit mach-ten
On my fuckin' twin, buckle up
By any means dog, I'mma take these ends
Cause if you don't got cheddar
You just a waste of skin
All up in the juice, and can't taste the gin
Commit the felony, but can't face the pen'
Speak on it if you want if
If you get it illegal then don't flaunt it
Cause loud mouth hustlers get snitched on it
Or phone tapped by DA, your rights get read
Moral of the story
A closed mouth don't get fed get it
Neva been a nigga as ill as me to riddle
I'm the truth and the answer
With two balls that always double dribble
Spit like Alien 3, and splash you
With acid that make me greater than thee
Just to leave your gutter red
Tony Soprano shit bout to start
Callin' you niggas butter heads

We are not to be fucked wit

If y'all really wanna flow
Take advice from the four
First step could be the best
Take breath control
Then let yourself go, once applied with sound
Melodies make music surround

Excuse me, yo, Horseymen?
You're the Horseymen? Horsemen
Oh yeah I seen them
Look what I did with a mouth and a pen
I bet ya'll critics never doubt me again
Try to catch the thoughts that
Come out of my head
Look south of my chest, and north of my legs
If you good with metaphors
Then you saw what I said
If not, too late, you're already wet
Of course we the best
And I'm a quarter in the Horsemen quartet
Put us all to the test
Canibus is like God in the flesh
If the Lord is your strength
You got a problem to fix
I mean what are the odds
You could out spit 'Bis?
Especially if he could bounce like this
He's possessed when he's on the microphone
He takes this more serious than just a poem
A bad boy to the bone, true superstar
Even before Sean John Jr was born
I ripped 100 bars before
And I rip 200 if you
Mothafuckers wanna see more death and War
Pestilence to keep the pesticides airborne
Kurupt get your head on

If y'all really wanna flow
Take advice from the four
First step could be the best
Take breath control
Then let yourself go, once applied with sound
Melodies make music surround