Beasts From The East

Beasts From The East (ft. A+, Redman & Canibus) - Lost Boyz

Yo we come through like bulls ni**a take two puffs and pass

Ni**a watch your back once you talk out your a**

I back up 3-80 and my stash for protection

Family is raged the world is acting crazed

I never thought Id 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**k 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**k around but kid you're just thinking

Its over when I'm sober imagine when I'm drinking

Without blinking man Ill tare your crew like pages

Ill rip you from the backyard of

A plus the lyrically superb one spittin rhymes

Off the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums

Rotten sh*t 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 a** 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 its time to rock

I speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred watts

Who wanna cipha I get dumb

Word to my mother the father the holy ghost and rev run

When its all said and done I end the service

To cop the type of verses that average emcees seem to worship

My style is milk of 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 b**ch call police

She tried swallowing a nine piece

Forgot the warrantee on false teeth

I return like makaveli on 18 inch pirellis

Assault and battery like my palms was ever ready

Sharp as machetes

Matter of fact I slap

Canibus brings the sickest drama

Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor

I smack b**ches 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

Ill make you question any and everything youve ever believed in

By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers

What's the matter with yall I splatter yall

Against the mutha f**kin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult

None of yall 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

F**k yall you don't impress me and no one can test me

An emcee so ill I got aids scared to catch me

All that sh*t 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 Ill 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 thats wack

All of yall mutha f**kas need nordictrack

To get ya weight up f**kin 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 hes spitless

50 bars of total sickness you won't forget this

I'm puttin every wack emcee alive on my sh*t 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 sh*t

Going once going twice

Sold to that ni**a name canibus

Me and mr cheeks a-plus and funk doctor

Hopping out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya