Beasts From The East Lyrics - Canibus

[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 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 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 want to 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 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 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 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 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