This sh*t Right Here lyrics

by

Kurupt


[Intro]
Four dark riders, the black demons of Revelations
n*gga, n*gga, my n*gga, guaranteed
This sh*t right here, my n*gga
This sh*t right here, guaranteed
Hip hop quotables, n*gga
Every verse, n*gga
Step your game up, n*gga
HRSMN, n*gga, I'm a show you how to rap, n*gga
Show you how to rap

[Ras Kass]
H-R-S-M-N, no vowels
I don't give a sh*t, no bowels (No)
White flag waving, no throwing in towels
It's Clash of the Titans, no mechanical owls
I hang with the Gorgons and Stygian Witches
Cannibalize n*ggas, cauldren full of boilin' b*tches (Ha)
And you don't know the half ,so you just 49% of a stupid son of a b*tch
And concerning the spit, I'm a hot dog like burning a pit
Get my 23 on, spell team with a "i" quick
You ain't consistent, get off of my di*k
If you believing every rapper that's claiming they buy brick
I got a bridge in London to sell you
Gravity, death, Razzy: things that never fail you
I get around like the side view of Lady Gaga
Here to f*ck ya life up like black baby mamas
Wish granny could've lived to see President Obama
Instead of seeing her hometown underwater
At least she in a better place
Learning is a gift, pain is my teacher, two steps ahead of fate
Is these rap n*ggas crazy spitters?
Do Catholic priests make good babysitters? (No!)
I'm a lazy spitter, but hip hop made me glitter
Til I'm Daddy Kane and Pun and Christopher Wallace, even maybe bigger
And they rename me Jigga, just praise me n*gga
Flame these cats up, put they di*k in the dirt
Wrinkle em up til they looking like Mr. Bigglesworth
[Hook]
This sh*t right here, n*gga
This sh*t right here, n*gga
Right-right-right here, this sh*t n*gga
This sh*t here, this sh*t's called Deaf, n*gga

[Killah Priest]
It’s like I went to Shakespeare graveyard, punched in the dirt
Break through his casket, grab on his shirt
Pull him back to the earth
Put on his jacket, took on his accent to spit a verse
Started rapping with a sick sinister smirk
Took his skeleton and melted him
Cold nights in the season with my hellish pen
The devil’s den, murder of crows in flight, over this cold yellow skin
Angels and demons impaled in my lens
Women screaming, vivid scenes, all my picture screens call me immortal
The hunter hunger, under fire, thunder eyes of slumber, rhymes of wonder
Magic, under earth right like you strike matches
Brung a curse, among the first rapping

[Canibus]
One quarter HRSMN, one quarter stallion offspring
You ain't half the man my bars been
The Carhartt King, molecules spin
As we sit by the river and peel caterpillar skin
Capricorn was the first one born
It wasn't long before Aquarius was warned about the meteor storm
I go to Area 51 with my 15-year-old son
Riffles and guns, tasers on stun
Gemini Janus, dream merchant dangerous
Doctor Doom's stainless faces locked behind cages
Frustrated with the Scorpio with Cancer crustaceans
Pacing back and forth from the basement to the bus station
Lock horns with Taurus and Ares
Big house on the prairie, various versions of the Virgo Mary
Vendetta, light as a feather, heavy go-getter
Libra lawyers writing me letters to sue me for my cheddar
Sagittarius statues, black Jews in white shoes
In hues of dark reds and bright blues
I'm a lion in the shade, I'm heavily sedated so I behave
Drink Pisces tea and eat fish eggs
But this sh*t right here got legs
Run you right off the edge, wake up in bed next to a horse head
We the HRMSN!
[Hook]
This sh*t right here, n*gga
This sh*t right here, n*gga
Right-right-right here, this sh*t n*gga
This sh*t here, this sh*t's called Deaf, n*gga

[Kurupt]
Militant murder mongrel, hungry, starving
Carving n*ggas up like Thanksgiving turkeys carved in your chest
It’s headless ranger, rawhide, ramrod
Sink into the sands of time
Drown in war am I pure poison
Poetry that’s used like nukes
Mustard gas thrown from the throat to the booth
Barbaric, I’m sick of you internet riders
You ain’t riding, you hiding behind your computer
You ain’t a shooter, you somebody that I’m dying to meet
So I can spread your body parts on the street
Listen, it’s Little Manson, I’m tryna explain
I spit sh*t that split and enhance the pain
I spit sh*t that lift like elevators and cranes
You spit sh*t that’s ignored, young matador
Induce a stone face, my b*tch Medusa
Gladiator galactic, sporadic busting
Active frantic, make you hit the panic button
You wear panties, your pus*y probably wet as my b*tch
[?] suck a n*gga with intentions to snitch
I met you back in ’85, your game is lame
Nothing changed, it all stays the same
Radical battle mode galactica, cuz, I don’t trip
Spectacular, accurate, gatling gun on spit
Huh, my relatives buggin’
Supposed to be my family, supposed to be my cousin
Earthquakes are imminent, rhyming is real
What you say, you gotta lay or die for or kill
[Hook]
This sh*t right here, n*gga
This sh*t right here, n*gga
Right-right-right here, this sh*t n*gga
This sh*t here, this sh*t's called Deaf, n*gga...

You mean I'm gonna hit it and die, n*gga? Is that... ?
No, n*gga, not death, n*gga, deaf
You hit this sh*t twice, n*gga, you can't hear sh*t
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