Canibus - Beasts from The Ease текст песни

(mr.cheeks)

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

Nigga, watch your back once you talk out your ass

I back up 3-80 and my stash for protection,

Family is raged, the world is acting crazy

I never thought Id make it, it was hectic when I scrambled

On point like a knife living life as a gamble

And 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 youre just thinking

Its over when Im sober, imagine when Im drinking

With blinking man, Ill tare your crew like pages

Ill rip you from the backyard of (? ) ...

(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 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 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 its time to rock

I speak through a mic my voice peak out of one-hundred watts

Who wanna cipher, I get dumb

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

When the source set it down, Im inner serviced

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

(redman)

My style is milking magnesia, clutch divide speeding bust

The more the merrier, secure the area, my life familiar

Is ultimate superior we dont dont 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 (? ) camarro

I get punished like (? ) 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 kux legend

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 bitch 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 mishedes

Matter of fact I slap (? ) ...

(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 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

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 fuckin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult

None of yall 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 yall you dont 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, 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 shidit can suck my didick

You need to quit it, if you aint spittin

More than 50 bars per minute cause you aint in lyrical fitness

Kicken boring raps with metaphors thats wack

All of yall 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 til hes spitless

50 bars of total sickness, you wont forget this

Im putten every wack emcee alive on my shit list

Verbally vicious, telekenetically gifted

Took you a minute, to exhibit that Im 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