Canibus - Beasts From The Ease Lyrics
(mr.cheeks)Yo, we come through like balls, nigga take two puffs and pass,Nigga, watch your back once you talk out your assI back up 3-80 and my stash for protection,Family is raged, the world is acting crazyI never thought Id make it, it was hectic when I scrambledOn point like a knife living life as a gambleAnd living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rottenTo all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgottenNow my main wife, dead as shaded bricks,Official lost boyz since the year of 86And ***** these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion,At times I feel like slashing in jamaican queens fashionYou think you can ***** around, but kid youre just thinkingIts over when Im sober, imagine when Im drinkingWith blinking man, Ill tare your crew like pagesIll rip you from the backyard of (? ) ...(a+)A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymesFrom the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drumsRotten shit, make the opposite team call time out,Knockin niggas three times my size outThe crowd loves me, so when I aint around they ask for me,I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummyFor the fast money, I get up in that ass moneyThe fact you tryin to test me kinda bugs meI leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin to get upEmcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars,I blow up the spot when its time to rockI speak through a mic my voice peak out of one-hundred wattsWho wanna cipher, I get dumbWord to my mother my father the holy ghost and rev run,When the source set it down, Im inner servicedTo cop the kind of verses that average emcees seem to worship(redman)My style is milking magnesia, clutch divide speeding bustThe more the merrier, secure the area, my life familiarIs ultimate superior we dont dont jack carsWe jack for air craft carriersI bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces to piecesHymn em like sewing machines and jesusWhen the shadows of the barrel pointing out my (? ) camarroI get punished like (? ) for splittinYoure better off singing christmas carols for christmas,Because Im on point like bow and arrow equipmentThe president of chicken head conventionsI give you a deluxe ku kux legendI got a headache from the stress, success not wearing a vest5-11 for being dirty and quarts of 9-30Yo, mr.cheeks, I made this ***** call policeShe tried swallowing a nine pieceForgot the warrantee on false teethI return like makaveli on 18 inch pirellisAssault and battery like my palms was ever readySharp as mishedesMatter of fact I slap (? ) ...(canibus)Canibus brings the sickest drama,Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armorI smack *****es who try to suck dick through the condomPlaying with the mic is something I wont doMy only concern when I approach you, is to roast youI smoke you and whoever you standing close toAnd make every man in your crew deny that he knows youDefeating, niggas like segal steven,Putting emcees in, positions to prevent them from breathingIll make you question any and everything youve ever believed inBy peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,Whats the matter with yall, I splatter yallAgainst the mutha *****in wall with these raw lyrics I catapultNone of yall got the balls big enough to battle,I go on & on like erykah baduA hundred times nicer than the best isTwice as african as krs is, who wanna test this***** yall you dont impress me and no one can test meAn emcee so ill, I got aids scared to catch meAll that shit you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock,And apply pressure until I crush your mutha *****in nogginI grab mics and push niggas to the leftSo fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chestsMy hypothesis, is that nobody can see thisLyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstressBut if you want to battle, Im down,If you got nine lives, Ill take eight of them off your hands right nowStep up and get your neck cut from ear to earIf you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beardIm the illest from queens to the new jerusalem briddicksAnyone who aint feeling my shidit can suck my didickYou need to quit it, if you aint spittinMore than 50 bars per minute cause you aint in lyrical fitnessKicken boring raps with metaphors thats wackAll of yall mutha *****as need nordatrackTo get ya weight up, *****in with canibus you get ate upBeat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name upBeen rockin longer than niggas twice my ageBack in the days before bob marley was rockin a fadeBefore honest abe signed the paper that freed slavesBefore neanderthals was drawing on walls in cavesI existed, in the garden of eden gettin liftedStickin dick to eve before she was adams mistressBefore christ created christmas, I been in lyrical fitnessThe canibus is spitten til hes spitless50 bars of total sickness, you wont forget thisIm putten every wack emcee alive on my shit listVerbally vicious, telekenetically giftedTook you a minute, to exhibit that Im sick wit itNow you tell me who you think is damaging shitGoing once, going twiceSold to that nigga name canibusMe and mr.cheeks, a-plus, and funk doctorHopping out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya
