Beasts from The East

Yo we come through like balls seem as nigga take two puffs and pa*s Nigga watch your back once you talk out your a*s I back up three eighty and my stash for protection Family is raged the world is acting crazy I never thought I'd make it it was hectic when I scrambled On point like a knife I'm taking life as a gamble Living in the rotten apple yo where every corner is rotten To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgotten Now my main wife dead as shaded bricks Official lost boyz since the year of '86 And f**k these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a pa*sion At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican queens fashion You think you can f**k around but kid you're 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'll rip you from the backyard park chances stays it 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 the 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 a*s 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 out my voice rocks peak out of one 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 inner serviced To cop the kind of verses that average emcees seem to worship My style is lookin' milking magnesia clutch divide speeding bust The more the merrier secure the area My life familiar is ultimate superior We don't don't jack cars we jack for air craft 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 point camarro I get punished like Pharrow 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 Klu Klux legend I got a headache from the stress success not wearing a vest Five eleven for being dirty and quarts of nine thirty 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 a*sault and battery like my palms was ever ready Sharp as machetes matter of fact I slap for cognac Canibus brings the sickest drama Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor I smack bitches who try to s*ck d**k through the 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 them 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 y'all I splatter y'all Against the mutha f**kin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapult None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle I go on and on like Erykah Badu A hundred times nicer than the best is Twice as African as KRS is who wanna test this f**k 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**kin' 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 l'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 bridd**ks Anyone who ain't feeling my shidit can s*ck my did**k You need to quit it, if you ain't spittin' More than 50 bars per minute 'cause you ain't in lyrical fitness Kicken boring raps with metaphors thats wack All of y'all mutha f**kas need nordatrack To get ya weight up f**kin' 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' lifted Stickin' d**k 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 putten every wack emcee alive on my shit list Verbally vicious telekenetically 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 Go home in deff squad 907 nigga