before any of yall get to reading this.. yea its a little on the long side, but if you would be good enough to at least check a few lines from each emcee before decidin "fuck it this shit too longs..im off for some of that 6 bar shit", it'd be cool. i will return any feed, good or bad, with no hate. expectin full honesty on each verse from all yall. thanks for checkin it out.. now lets get to it...
The Four Horsemen of the Hiphopocolypse – IconIQ ft Genesis, Scribez and Gabriel
IconIQ and Genesis – Chorus of the Horsemen
The sun's eclipsed, by the Hiphopocolypse
Coffins split, we escape by rippin' out the lockin' bit
Never dormant, no! Not these Four Horsemen
The foremen, raisin' a dawn of war, on this mornin'
So start runnin', this is your forewarnin'
You can tell that we're comin', cause the storms formin'
Born swordsmen, every plague of the Lord gets more morbid
Feel the wrath, if you step in the path, of the Four Horsemen
Gabriel – the First Horseman – Strife
I will Bury ya Soul in trenches where its SCary n Cold
I'm known to look like the demonic christ and Carry a Bow
I summon every buried Pharoah Beneath Narrow in Streets
Dashin off my scorchin Barrels of Arrows to Seek
Righteous Prophets turnin them to Lifeless Objects
Spreadin the word to every ear that Christ is Gossip
That scientific theory is the only Right and Logic
Leavin the civilians faith minimize to Microscopic
I Literally Vividly Miserably rearrange History Globally
Cursen soul into flames like I possess Wizardry Sorcery
I let Every Breathin Deadly Demon Already Steady Feedin
Rip ya belly as no God can hear your Heavy Screamin
Possess a Tyranny Mind so angels will be Left to Violently Die
My motive is to leave Gabriel Pogress to Silently Cry
Chorus of the Horsemen
Scribez – the Second Horseman – War
Living amongst explosions Still can't even Complete the Notion
For some Reason we'll feel the need to keep it goin, with Deep Devotion
I Hate this Shit! Fuck Patriots! I Do this for Depression
To Level out the population with many different weapons
The weapon I enjoy the most is the possession of yur soul
Thats me inside each of you when you let yur inner weapons go
I'm The Rage and the Greed I'm a Caged in Beast
I'm a pyschopathic God of War Plus a Great Emcee
Just wait and See, as I'm a Criminal Junkie
Attempted genocide in almost 14 Different Countries
Believe the hype, I'm the most devious and evil type
I got Achievements like jesus chris getting freakin spiked
To the Cross, now tell me bitch! WHOS THE BOSS?
Fuck it, I'm the crowd of people throwing Fruits n Rocks!
I'm Hitlers Apocolypse Every Killers Hypothesis
I been killing since the beginning and I'm still Talkin Shit
Nobody is Stoppin it I'll be Murdering Forever
Unless the human civilization can actually get it together
Which will probably be never, since we can't live in peace
I'll continue to put you all through hell, like troops in the middle east!
Chorus of the Horsemen
IconIQ – the Third Horseman – Famine
Famines which scorch, the earth like a lit torch
Torture farmers, armed on their porch with a pitchfork
Atop a sick horse, I beckon Armageddon
You forgettin', you can't fight me with armour n weapons
See, Famine's complex in it's conquest
Ya guts behave like they concave, I flex convex
Ya can't con death, I take breath from corn fields
Nothin' torn heals, like the poor eels in porn reels
This kid sold me his life, for two bowls of rice
But get back to me dawg... I'll keep ya soul on ice
The whole of my advice, means you rollin' the dice
You stolen a bite? Aight... you stay swollen n nice
A fresh, edible mammal, for the cannibal crew
Hannibal? Who? The gang'll be man-handlin' you
Travellin' to the fuckin' oven, where you get shoved in
Hard combustin', the starvin' start munchin' that munchkin
Chorus of the Horsemen
Genesis – the Fourth Horseman – Death
I've crafted mixtures, of images, depicted in graphic pictures
From satanic figures, who predicted my existence in Catholic scriptures
Every chapter's sicker, each passage worse, in the pastor's verse
That said my after-birth, would impact the surface and crack the earth
At the church, I was labeled the angel of death
That would lay you to rest, strangle your neck, and inhale your breath
Traded my halo for lent, and tried to increase the murder rate
So I received an early fate, and was barred from the pearly gates
I hurdled straight to the second realm, stumbled out of Heaven and fell
Then was summoned by the Devil himself, from the ninth level of Hell
He said he could help, and gave me an artificial heart and tissue
With a death list, and an enlargened sickle, sharp as ginsu
Slipped through the dark to get you, as I rode on a knight's horse
Resurrected the soul of the Christ corpse, and he sold me his life force
My source of knowledge is perceived as a prophet's gift
So not even God'll live, on the eve of the Hiphopocolypse
my links below. any feed appreciated and returned.
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...nd-383993.html
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...nd-384991.html
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...ll-385161.html
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...ts-384941.html
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...ad-385146.html
edit: fixed a few spelling mistakes... i am loathe to fuck wit cats verses but there was one or two glarin at me, n i had to change. apologies to my boys. lol