Beasts From The East (ft. A+, Redman & Canibus) - 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 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 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 you're just thinking Its over when I'm sober imagine when I'm 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 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 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 don't 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 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 won't 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 What's 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 don't 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 I'm 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 I'm the illest from queens to the new jerusalem briddicks 404

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