Canibus

Canibus - Beasts From The East lyrics

(Mr.Cheeks)

Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass

nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass

I pack a .380 in my stash for protection

family deranged, 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 living life as a gamble

living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten

to all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten

now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks,

official Lost Boyz since the year of '86

and fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion

at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion

you think you can fuck around, but kid you just thinking

it's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking

without blinking man, I'll tear your crew like pages

I rip you from the backyard, and (?) in stages

(A+)

A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes

from the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums

rotten shit, make the opposite team call 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 pellets,

I blow up the spot when it's time to rock

I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred watts

who wanna cipher, I get dumb

word to my mother, the Father, the Holy Ghost and Rev Run

when the Source set it down, I'm inna service

to cop the kind of verses that average emcees will worship

(Redman)

My style is milk of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed and 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 boy' 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 legend

I got a headache from the stress, success, not wearing a vest

511 for being dirty, quarts of 9-30

yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call police

she tried swallowing a nine piece

forgot the warranty on false teeth

I return like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's

assault and battery like my palm says Eveready

sharp as machetes

matter of fact I slap the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)

Canibus brings the sickest drama

fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor

I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the 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 them from breathin'

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 muthafuckin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult

none of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle

I go On & On like Erykah Badu

a hundred times nicer than the best is

twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?

fuck 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 muthafuckin 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 up your scar with a beard

I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks

anyone who ain't feeling my shiddit can suck my diddick

you need to quit it, if you ain't spittin'

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 muthafuckas need Nordictrack

to get ya weight up, fuckin with Canibus you get ate up

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' splifted

stickin' dick to Eve before she was Adam's mistress

before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness

the Canibus is spittin' til' 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, telekinetically 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 Huey helicopter to suey chop ya.

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