Beasts from the East

Redman, A+, The Lost Boyz, Canibus, Mr. Cheeks  Buy


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[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass 
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass 
I back up 3 80 and my stash for protection 
Family is raged the world is acting crazed 
I never thought I'd make it it was hectic when I scrambled 
On point like a knife I'm takin' life as a gamble 
And living in the rotten apple yo where every core is rotten 
All my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten 
Now my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks, 
Official Lost Boyz since the year of 86 
And f*ck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion, 
At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion 
You think you can f*ck around, but kid you're just thinking 
It's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking 
Without blinking man, I'll tare your crew like pages 
I'll rip you from the backyard of ? ... 

[--A+ ]
A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes 
Off the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums 
Rotten shit, make the opposite team call a time out, 
Knockin niggas three times my size out 
The crowd loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for me, 
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy 
For the fast money, I get up in that ass money 
The fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me 
I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up 
Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars, 
I blow up the spot when it's time to rock 
I speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred watts 
Who want to fight son, I get dumb 
Word to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev Run, 
When the Source set it down, I'm inner serviced 
To cop the type of verses that average emcees seem to worship 

[--Redman ]
My style is milking magnesia, clutch divide speeding bust 
The more the merrier, secure the area, my life familiar 
Is ultimate superior we don't jack cars 
We jack for aircraft carriers 
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces to pieces 
Hymn em like sewing machines and Jesus 
When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my (?) Camarro 
I get punished like pharaoh for splittin' 
You're better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas, 
Because I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment 
The president of chicken head conventions 
I give you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin' 
I got a headache from the stress, success not wearing a vest 
5-11 for being dirty and quarts of 9-30 
Yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call police 
She tried swallowing a nine piece 
Forgot the warrantee on false teeth 
I return like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's 
Assault and battery like my palms was ever ready 
Sharp as machete's 
Matter of fact I slap (?) ... 

[--Canibus ]
Canibus brings the sickest drama, 
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor 
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through a condom 
Playing with the mic is something I won't do 
My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you 
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to 
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you 
Defeating, niggas like Segal Steven, 
Putting Emcees in, positions to prevent 'em from breathing 
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in 
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers, 
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll 
Against the mutha f*ckin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult 
None of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle, 
I go On & On like Erika Badu 
A hundred times nicer than the best there is 
Twice as African as KRS is, who want to test this 
F*ck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me 
An Emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me 
All that shit you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock, 
And apply pressure until I crush your mutha f*ckin noggin 
I grab mics and push niggas to the left 
So fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests 
My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this 
Lyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstress 
But if you want to battle, I'm down, 
If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now 
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear 
If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard 
I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks 
Anyone who ain't feeling my shidick can suck my didick 
You need to quit it, if you ain't spitten 
More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness 
Kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack 
All of ya'll mutha f*ckas need NordicTrack 
To get ya weight up, f*ckin with Canibus you get ate up 
Get beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up 
Been rockin longer than niggas twice my age 
Back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin a fade 
Before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves 
Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves 
I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin lifted 
Stickin dick to Eve before she was Adams mistress 
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness 
The Canibus is spitten till' he's spitless 
50 bars of total sickness, you won't forget this 
I'm puttin' every wack Emcee alive on my shit list 
Verbally vicious, tele-connectically gifted 
Took you a minute, to exhibit that I'm sick wit it 
Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit 
Going once, going twice 
Sold to that nigga name Canibus 
Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor 
Hopping out the Hue helicopter to suey chop ya

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