Lost Boyz - Beasts from the East lyrics

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 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'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 aint 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 wanna 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 dont 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 wont 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 fuckin 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 wanna test this

Fuck yall you dont 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 fuckin 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 aint feeling my shidick can suck my didick

You need to quit it, if you aint spitten

more than 50 bars per minute cause you aint in lyrical fitness

kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack

all of ya'll mutha fuckas need NordicTrack

to get ya weight up, fuckin 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 wont 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