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Beasts from the ease - Canibus - Teksty Piosenek

    Beasts from the ease

    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 I'd 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 you're just thinking
    It's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking
    With blinking man, I'll tare your crew like pages
    I'll rip you from the backyard of (?) ...

    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 it's 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, I'm inner serviced
    To cop the kind of verses that average emcees seem to worship

    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'
    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 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 Pirelli's
    assault and battery like my palms was ever ready
    sharp as mishedes
    matter of fact I slap (?) ...

    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
    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 Erykah Badu
    a hundred times nicer than the best is
    twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this
    Fuck y'all 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 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 ya'll 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' he's spitless
    50 bars of total sickness, you wont forget this
    I'm putten every wack Emcee alive on my shit list
    verbally vicious, telekenetically 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

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