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Correct Beasts From The East Lyrics
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Correct Beasts From The East
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(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 la familia Is ultimate superior we don't jack cars We jack for aircraft carriers I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the fiends 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 lynchin' 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' lifted 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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