Beasts from the East
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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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