[Intro: movie sample]
As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen to reek his vengeance on a sinfull word
The first three bring conquest, war and famine

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, fuck that!
(Set it off) Yeah, yeah, you shitted
You in some shit now, son
It's on now, motherfuckers can suck my dick
I'm back! Fuck that shit!
Ready to eat n***as up, beat their ass and everything, son
I'ma prove this shit, right here
Me and my n***a, what!?

[Movie Sample]
Violence and punishment of enemies

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap
I'm a vocalist, n***a, I'm supposed to rip
Last Poet's told me this
Hit you in your head wit my explosive fist
Then I finish you off with a tremendous horse-kick
What now, n***a? Look at you talk shit
Just can't do it 'cause you ain't got no teeth in your mouth
And I know you just tired of me beating you out
You trained all year in a karate class
It took one second to put your ass in a bodybag
From a shotty blast, I walk up in your club and your parties don't last
I like to pop shit, don't get me started
I slap y'all mothafuckas like y'all little kids in kindegarten
Squeeze your head 'til your kidneys harden
Now watch this, I'ma call my whole motherfucking squadron
[Movie Sample]
The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the Bible's most terrifying figures

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
'Cause y'all n***as is fucked up
And Brooklyn n***as is really ready to get you
I know how to hit you and cut you open
But don't worry 'cause I'ma stitch you with a rusty screwdriver

[Chorus: Killah Priest]
N***as bop your heads to this, real shit
Call up your cliques to this, it's realness
You feel this in your streets and village
Spare that new shit, Priest killed it, yo!
N***as bop your heads to this, real shit
Call up your cliques to this, it's realness
You feel this in your streets and village
Spare that new shit, Priest killed it, yo!
(yo, yo, yo)

[Canibus]
Yo, I'm a Maccabeast MC and I possess the ability
To run at top speed without bendin my knees
I destroy shit...
(The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all)
...wrap my hands around your neck region
Then I start squeezing 'til you stop breathing
You weaklings is playin tug-of-war with your tongues
I knock the teeth out your gums and suck the breeze out your lungs
Hit you with a blow your physical frame could never sustain
You'll probably never walk ever again
N***a, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lying stiff
Put you in the Horseman Heimlich and break your spine, bitch
Stop crying bitch, before I hit you with the Iron Fist
You can't rhyme bitch, the one triple nine's mine bitch
The pain'll make your voice change octaves
From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge MCs by their lyrical fitness
And punish DJs for putting corny stickers on their mixes
Smack the stripper bitches for asking for our autograph and pictures
You'll be scared to leave the club with us
You stratch my back, I'll scratch yours bitch
I'll eat your salt-fish, if you suck my sausage
I got an atomic sub armed with a subatomic scud
Ready to spill your crimson-colored blood
The Four Horsemen on the back of four quadropeds
Putting four hoof prints on your foreheads, motherfuckers!