Beasts From The East Lyrics

Beasts From The East lyrics

featuring Canibus A+ and Redman

Mr.Cheeks
Yo we come through like
bulls 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 crazed
I never thought I'd 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 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 tare your crew like pages
I'll rip you from the backyard
of ? ...

--A+
A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes
Off
the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
Rotten shit, 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 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 through a mic my voice peak out at
a hundred watts
Who wanna fight son, 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 type 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 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 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
machete's
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 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
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 mutha fuckin wall with these raw lyrics I
catapult
None of ya'll 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
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, 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 your scar with a
beard
I'm 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 that's wack
all of ya'll mutha
fuckas need NordicTrack
to get ya weight up, fuckin 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' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you wont forget this
I'm
puttin' every wack Emcee alive on my shit 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 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