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Crooked I & Horseshoe GANG - Unreleased Cypher
#1
I decided to do the lyrics for this video...just for those who havent heard it yet

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=df-YnzhstIw

Horseshoe GANG Cypher Untitled Lyrics

[Kenny Siegel]
My raps are like most psychics, they got hotlines
Yall keep bitin stealing rhymes yall have hot lines
Who’s mind is deadly as mine, my mind’s is mines
Stay quiet like mimes if not trying to drop from shots flying
Leave you hemorrhaging, this belligerent militant killer
And menace is so vicious and sinister, villain intimidate
My spittin’s ridiculous its sick and maleficent
?? magnificent lyricist
Like judges I ruin lives with sentences
Terrific as my penmanship, listen it’s a sickened spit??
Green fiend, killer for benjamins
Treat you like you the heir to my enterprise, ill give you the business prick

[Julius Luciano]
Man i act like a maniac with a mini axe
Emotionless menace on a murderous mission with mini macs
I make ya mom miss ya
Mention me and missiles meet ya mug a madman missin his mind mista
Mass marksman maniacal mangler
Mimickin Michael Myers i'll maim ya its murk mania
Maliciously mutilate wit a machete, a monsta
Manic mercenary, mixed with a major mobsta
My heaters street sweeping, leave the weak leaning
On your knees  leaking you cease breathing
Leaving you seen grieving, nephew and niece weeping
I keep a meat cleaver for beef, you peeps should be thinking of retreating

[Dice Dinero]
When Horseshoes steps in the place
We catching a case, lyrically murder nigga and dismantle his face
Leaving the place all messy, my bullets go through vests see
My weapon is no longer concealed, so please don’t test me
Who can fuck with this volcanic eruption
No need for an introduction, when I step in with the glock im clutchin
Im (DOPE!), more potent than (COKE!)
When I spit Im makin you stagger like henessey mixed with some coke
Im so hood, plus I stay on the block
When I flow im as cold as hypothermia, making ur temperature drop
(LIKE IT OR NOT!) We blow up the spot
And sometimes im on one like that hour hand be on the clock

[Demetrius Capone]
(AH MOTHERFUCKER!) if the missiles wouldve passed and missed Hitler
With straps that clap like that ass on a thick stripper
I disfigure you bitch niggas, and click triggers
Put six in a snitch liver, we itchin to lynch wiggas
Creeping with twin pistols, shots’ll begin to hit you
Lift you, and then flip you and rip through your skin tissue
I then hit you again with lyrical ninjitsu
Im invincible couldn’t stop me with ten missiles
This rhymer, idolize Osama, traumatize ya momma
Im causing homicide plus im Riker con??
Im choppin bodies, ima copy Dahmer
Or im find ya posse and send kamikaze bombers

[Crooked I]
Im an abnormal enemy, my artillery diminishing imagery
There finna be paranormal energy
Police’ll physically have to perform a ceremonial séance
Just to figure ur killer’s identity, literally
You not feeling me, the glock tend to be, popping enemies
Within approximate two block proximity
Sane, not mentally, eight slugs puncture your lungs, your not killing me
Fake thug run for your gun, the thirty-eight snub, waste blood
Your mouth, your taste buds run from your tongue, drop instantly
I remove many men out of mental misery, masked murdering mercenaries
And making men a memory, evacuate the vicinity
A basket case, in a mask of Jason, a plastic face
Blasting out a black Infiniti, blasting the rap industry
Then have pastor mase deliver me
Crooked is the epitome of villainy, you bastards kidding me
My only friend is a glass of Hennessey
I master chemistry, I laugh cause im passed obscenity
I blast like Sam Yosemite, you cats do not have validity
Im sick and cash is the remedy, release massive energy
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#2
yeah this track is stupid. They all snapped. Too bad this wasnt officially on any project so we could get a decent quality MP3

Thanks jerm!
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#3
good job jerm!

My raps are like most psychics, they got hotlines
Yall keep bitin stealing rhymes yall have hot lines

Terrific is my penmanship, if you listen it’s as simple as spit (not sure about that one)

Leaving your seed grievin, nephew and niece weepin

We catching a case, lyrically murder a nigga then dismantle in his face

When I spit Im makin you stagger, like henessey mixed with some coke

And sometimes im on one, Like that hour hand be on the clock

Put six in a snitch liver, we itchin to lynch wiggas

Lift you, and then flip you and rip through your skin tissue

Or im find ya posse and send kamikaze bombers

I remove many men out of mental misery, masked murdering mercenaries

Then have pastor mase deliver me

I blast like i'm Sam Yosemite
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#4
Oh snap. This is MY shit! Big Grin

First song I ever heard Horse Shoe Gang on waaaay back.

Thanks for lyrics!
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#5
(03-21-2011, 01:11 AM)OttawaCOB link Wrote:yeah this track is stupid. They all snapped. Too bad this wasnt officially on any project so we could get a decent quality MP3

Thanks jerm!
It was on somethin called Evolution Of A Boss by Crooked I
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#6
ANYONE HERE....kenny says "malificent and magnificent" but has anyone figured out what he says between "sick" and "malificent"...i cant figure it out
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#7
he says malicious 
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#8
(09-20-2011, 06:25 AM)RAJON RONDO link Wrote:he says malicious 
what r u talkin bout, thats clearly not what he says bewteen "sick" and "malificent" and it clearly isnt "uplifting" either...anyone know...
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#9
amazing song
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#10
malificent isnt a word though...lol

but ill re-listen and try to edit again

edit: kenny just taught me a new word...its maleficent so i guess it works?
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