When the first four of the seven seals have been broken, four riders shall be summoned
So who are these mysterious figures, and what exactly is their story?
People wonder how we ever took this long
To do a song as Tryknucka-dash-9
Opined by the masses since ’05
Flipping the local streamline
I like it when the fans stomp jumping like a rabbit
When the beat thumps, you say we make the scene krump
Well, let those speakers bump, pump harder
Hit you with a drum kick and a flow so sick
It’ll get your craniums bonkers
Trick, get off my dick while I’m in transit
I don’t want to be bothered
Kill ’em with a venom outta random boredom
Freedom of speech from the tightest foursome
Incredible general syllables handful in my palm
Direct a legion to the next millennium
Illmatic with a cryptic lingo
Automatic on a rhythmic tactic
Slam the ground like a seismic action
Run to your faction, pseudo emcees are the reason
Why I trickle to bury the fickle minded hymen’s haven
Let it be known I’m bad to the bone with no competition
Sly Kane has spoken
I be that
Batang binangonan that everybody wants to sound like
Dismembering parts of you like that dude from the Book of Eli
The problem is you talk too much, that’s why you raise my kilay
I crack skulls and bones and cause irreversible pilay
Irreversible? I reverse your style because you DeVibe
You spit dead rhymes, and that’s what I try to revive
You spi? You don’t spit, you get a napkin and you wipe
I can take it if it’s freestyle, but damn man you write
Enough of nonsense ’cause I could never care less
Tatapakan ka sa Tagalog dudurigin sa Ingles
Na para bang kinulung ka sa kumbento
Para lang pag sasampalin, hangang sa mapunit ang iyong balat
Na para bang dinaanan ang matalim na mga salitang
Galing kay Aristotle, gamit lang ay lapis at papel
Pag naririnig kami lagi sinasabi sa sarili, what the hell
Kung alam mo ang Ingles kung di naman ay anak ng teteng
Letrang parang balang naglipa ng kuratong baleleng
Ngayon alam nyo na ang awit na pang gapi, ay madali
Bilanging mong nakikinig na tunay ang ngiti
As I take you to this track that took a long time
Muli man daw ay magaling, Treynucka-dash-9
We the baddest brothers running up on your block
Fist in the air, it’s the Mo Thugs Philippines, rolling with the Gloc
We get it in, we get it in
Rocking non-stop, so hot, right off of the grill
Rising from the ashes, going in for the kill
It’s on, it’s on, it’s on, believe we’ve only just begun, begun
We’re not like the other ones, we got ’em all in check, it’s undeniable
You rappers are whack, we master the craft
Got the gift of gab, the ones you don’t wanna try at all
Listen when it comes to talent, I don’t think you have it, I just keep it real
Denial wanna give the people something they can feel
Independent artist in an era of a lotta ass-kissing
Fuck all of you, step over the line and that’s another ass missing
Mad dissing when I’m killing
Everybody in the game like I’m lacking mannerisms
And they call it cannibalism because of the way I be eating every competitor for dinner
I’m a hell of a sinner and see finishing you faster than a bowl of corn flakes
You can call me a cereal (serial) killer
See, that’s how it goes, so many emcees scared to rap with the pros
Sly Kane, Gloc-9, Denial, Mista Blaze, let’s get it, what’s happening bros?
Ain’t nothing changed, wanna know who I’m blazing with tonight
East Mo Thugs Philippines Treynucka-9-9-9-9
Running to this clique so think we attach these clips and bomb into music
See us don’t blink be the optic illusion, Treynucka-dash-9 rise of the horsemens
We out for more, after seven years and another seventy-seven
Guess and imagine how many times you get turned from these four lyrics assassins
You keeep bucking with these knuckas and you know we keep on gunning
When the people loving every moment, ain’t nobody try to be a hater
Can you feel us rushing through the veins
Never change style, bum rush to the brain, in a profane
With the Gloc and the terra reign, Mista Blaze BNK with the sly kane
Trynucka song form walking Armageddon
‘Bout to drop napalms, sweaty palms, and the crows wanna see us
Come, come, come, come, come, leaving bodies in the pad
When you smoking on some a some, drinking on Greygoose with the Layzie Bone then said
Send me your songs nigga, and I can see a lotta haters in this motherfucker talk about me
But you better chill out, what you know about the blaze
Say they got the wrong pick, I’ma fire back, so choose someone else, I’m out
Many Christians believe today
That the Horsemen will come to earth in either their physical form
Or the forms of pestilence, war, famine, and death
We the baddest brothers running up on your block
Fist in the air, it’s the Mo Thugs Philippines, rolling with the Gloc
We get it in, we get it in
Rocking non-stop, so hot, right off of the grill
Rising from the ashes, going in for the kill
It’s on, it’s on, it’s on, believe we’ve only just begun, begun
Believe we’ve only just begun, begun
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