Four Horsemen

VERSE 1 (M.I): 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 its Divine time You gon run in and punish You son its 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 VERSE 2 (Loose Kaynon): 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, M.I the New shoe Konnect getting his dre on Wish your bitch boom What, I dont 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 VERSE 3 (Kahli Abdu): 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 dont 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 its me and Jagz you be Striving the beat At the end its 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