Beasts From The East (Album Version|Edited)

Beasts From The East (Album Version (Edited)) - 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 Im 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 youre just thinking
Its over when Im sober  imagine when Im 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 aint 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 dont 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
Youre better off singing christmas carols for christmas
Because Im 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 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 em from breathing
Ill make you question any and everything youve ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
Whats 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 dont 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  Im 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
Im the illest from queens to the new jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who aint feeling my shidick can suck my didick
You need to quit it  if you aint spitten
More than 50 bars per minute cause you aint 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 wont forget this
Im puttin every wack emcee alive on my sh*t list
Verbally vicious  tele-connectically gifted
Took you a minute  to exhibit that Im 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