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Beasts From The East Lyrics - Singles - Lost Boyz

Yo we come through like balls seem as nigga take two puffs and pass 

Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass 

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 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 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 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 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 

Assault 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 suck dick 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 fuckin' 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 

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 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 briddicks 

Anyone who ain't feeling my shidit can suck my didick 

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 fuckas need nordatrack 

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 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 

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