The HRSMN - This Shit Right Here lyrics

Four dark riders
The black demons of Revelations
Nigga, nigga, my nigga, guaranteed
This shit right here, my nigga
This shit right here, guaranteed
Hip hop quotables, nigga every verse, nigga
Step your game up, nigga
HRSMN, nigga, I'm a show you how to rap
Nigga show you how to rap

H-R-S-M-N, no vowels
I don't give a shit, no bowels (No)
White flag waving, no throwing in towels
It's Clash of the Titans, no mechanical owls
I hang with the Gorgons and Stygian Witches
Cannibalize niggas
Cauldren full of boilin' bitches (Ha)
And you don't know the half
So you just 49% of a stupid son of a bitch
And concerning the spit
I'm a hot dog like burning a pit
Get my 23 on, spell team with a "i" quick
You ain't consistent, get off of my dick
If you believing every rapper that's
Claiming they buy brick
I got a bridge in London to sell you
Gravity, death
Razzy: things that never fail you
I get around like the side view of Lady Gaga
Here to fuck ya life up like black baby mamas
Wish granny could've lived to
See President Obama
Instead of seeing her hometown underwater
At least she in a better place
Learning is a gift, pain is my teacher
Two steps ahead of fate
Is these rap niggas crazy spitters?
Do Catholic priests make good babysitters?
(No) i'm a lazy spitter
But hip hop made me glitter
Til I'm Daddy Kane and
Pun and Christopher Wallace
Even maybe bigger and they rename me Jigga
Just praise me nigga flame these cats up
Put they dick in the dirt
Wrinkle em up til they
Looking like Mr bigglesworth

This shit right here, nigga
This shit right here, nigga
Right-right-right here, this shit nigga
This shit here, this shit's called Deaf
Nigga

It’s like I went to Shakespeare graveyard
Punched in the dirt
Break through his casket, grab on his shirt
Pull him back to the earth
Put on his jacket
Took on his accent to spit a verse
Started rapping with a sick sinister smirk
Took his skeleton and melted him
Cold nights in the season with my hellish pen
The devil’s den, murder of crows in flight
Over this cold yellow skin
Angels and demons impaled in my lens
Women screaming, vivid scenes
All my picture screens call me immortal
The hunter hunger, under fire
Thunder eyes of slumber, rhymes of wonder
Magic, under earth right like
You strike matches
Brung a curse, among the first rapping

One quarter HRSMN
One quarter stallion offspring
You ain't half the man my bars been
The Carhartt King, molecules spin
As we sit by the river
And peel caterpillar skin
Capricorn was the first one born
It wasn't long before Aquarius was
Warned about the meteor storm
I go to Area 51 with my 15-year-old son
Riffles and guns, tasers on stun
Gemini Janus, dream merchant dangerous
Doctor Doom's stainless faces
Locked behind cages
Frustrated with the Scorpio
With Cancer crustaceans
Pacing back and forth from the
Basement to the bus station
Lock horns with Taurus and Ares
Big house on the prairie
Various versions of the Virgo Mary
Vendetta, light as a feather, heavy go-getter
Libra lawyers writing me letters to
Sue me for my cheddar sagittarius statues
Black Jews in white shoes
In hues of dark reds and bright blues
I'm a lion in the shade
I'm heavily sedated so I behave
Drink Pisces tea and eat fish eggs
But this shit right here got legs
Run you right off the edge
Wake up in bed next to a horse head
We the HRMSN!

This shit right here, nigga
This shit right here, nigga
Right-right-right here, this shit nigga
This shit here, this shit's called Deaf
Nigga

Militant murder mongrel, hungry, starving
Carving niggas up like Thanksgiving turkeys
Carved in your chest
It’s headless ranger, rawhide, ramrod
Sink into the sands of time
Drown in war am I pure poison
Poetry that’s used like nukes
Mustard gas thrown from the
Throat to the booth
Barbaric, I’m sick of you internet riders
You ain’t riding
You hiding behind your computer
You ain’t a shooter
You somebody that I’m dying to meet
So I can spread your body parts on the street
Listen, it’s Little Manson, I’m tryna explain
I spit shit that split and enhance the pain
I spit shit that lift
Like elevators and cranes
You spit shit that’s ignored, young matador
Induce a stone face, my bitch Medusa
Gladiator galactic, sporadic busting
Active frantic, make you hit the panic button
You wear panties
Your pussy probably wet as my bitch
Suck a nigga with intentions to snitch
I met you back in ’85, your game is lame
Nothing changed, it all stays the same
Radical battle mode galactica, cuz
I don’t trip
Spectacular, accurate, gatling gun on spit
Huh, my relatives buggin’
Supposed to be my family
Supposed to be my cousin
Earthquakes are imminent, rhyming is real
What you say
You gotta lay or die for or kill

This shit right here, nigga
This shit right here, nigga
Right-right-right here, this shit nigga
This shit here, this shit's called Deaf
Nigga

You mean I'm gonna hit it and die
Nigga? Is that?
No, nigga, not death, nigga, deaf
You hit this shit twice, nigga
You can't hear shit