Chorus (pitched voice):
The leading horse is white
The second horse is red
The third one is a black
The last one is a green
Well a who them a follow
Smokealot - the vibesbringer no dead ringer
The trigger finger, got bombs in the grapevine
Connected to tech nines
It's H the lyrical weapon
Wanna clash me - let's get steppin
Your girls´ panties, I will be wetting
Last night´s events she won't be forgetting
Anticipating to tear through your spine
Anticipating taking your time
When you're weak, they're telling you you are strong
When you're right, they're telling you you are wrong
Chorus (pitched voice):
The leading horse is white
The second horse is red
The third one is a black
The last one is a green
Well a who them a follow
The mic fiend - kind 'a surprise into your eyes
No disguise, beatin' with time, switch sick, spit bricks
I'm blockin ya lines
Chorus (pitched voice):
The leading horse is white
The second horse is red
The third one is a black
The last one is a green
No diggedy - deeper than most
Trust me crew I got reason to boast
If you want war, then bring it
'coz there's no doubt, I'll easily win it
I bring quick brawls, fast trouble
For every line you buss, I blast double
When you're weak, they're telling you you are strong
When you're right, they're telling you you are wrong
Chorus (pitched voice):
The leading horse is white
The second horse is red
The third one is a black
The last one is a green
I eradicate,
Like rappers and the rapper way!
Play this tape, check his face,
He looks like from out of space!
I'm a stand-this-fate like thee,
I'd like white light blind-eye type fear,
Try against my mind's spike,
With my tight blight figure like your right ear
Yeah!
Chorus (pitched voice):
The leading horse is white
The second horse is red
The third one is a black
The last one is a green