(mr.cheeks)

Yowe come through like ballsnigga take two puffs and pass

Niggawatch your back once you talk out your ass

I back up 3-80 and my stash for protection

Family is ragedthe world is acting crazy

I never thought I'd make itit was hectic when I scrambled

On point like a knife living life as a gamble

And living in the rotten appleyo where every corner is rotten

To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgotten

Now my main wifedead 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 aroundbut kid you're just thinking

It's over when I'm soberimagine when I'm drinking

With blinking manI'll tare your crew like pages

I'll rip you from the backyard of (? ) ...



(a+)

A plus the lyrically superb onespittin rhymes

From the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums

Rotten shitmake the opposite team call time out

Knockin niggas three times my size out

The crowd loves meso when I ain't around they ask for me

I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy

For the fast moneyI get up in that ass money

The fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me

I leave crews fed uplike 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 cipherI get dumb

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

When the source set it downI'm inner serviced

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



(redman)

My style is milking magnesiaclutch divide speeding bust

The more the merriersecure the areamy life familiar

Is ultimate superior we don't dont jack cars

We jack for air craft carriers

I bounce like trampolineswhen 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 stresssuccess not wearing a vest

5-11 for being dirty and quarts of 9-30

Yomr.cheeksI 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)

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 youis to roast you

I smoke you and whoever you standing close to

And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you

Defeatingniggas like segal steven

Putting emcees inpositions 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'llI splatter ya'll

Against the mutha fuckin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult

None of y'all 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 iswho wanna test this

Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me

An emcee so illI got aids scared to catch me

All that shit you poppin will stopwhen 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 hypothesisis that nobody can see this

Lyrical geniusI got it sown like a seamstress

But if you want to battleI'm down

If you got nine livesI'll take eight of them off your hands right now

Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear

If you survivethen you can cover your scar with a beard

I'm the illest from queens to the new jerusalem briddicks

Anyone who ain't feeling my shidit can suck my didick

You need to quit itif you ain't spittin

More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness

Kicken boring raps with metaphors thats wack

All of y'all mutha fuckas need nordatrack

To get ya weight upfuckin with canibus you get ate up

Beat down and sprayed upjust 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 existedin the garden of eden gettin lifted

Stickin dick to eve before she was adams mistress

Before christ created christmasI been in lyrical fitness

The canibus is spitten til' he's spitless

50 bars of total sicknessyou wont forget this

I'm putten every wack emcee alive on my shit list

Verbally vicioustelekenetically gifted

Took you a minuteto exhibit that I'm sick wit it

Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit

Going oncegoing twice

Sold to that nigga name canibus

Me and mr.cheeksa-plusand funk doctor

Hopping out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya