Lost Boyz – Beasts from the East Lyrics

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[Verse 1: 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 pack a 380 in 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 park chances stays it

[Verse 2: A+]
A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes
Off the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums

Rockin' shit, 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 and catch wreck 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 pellets
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 cipha, I get dumb
Word to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev. Run
When it's all said and done, I end the service
To cop the type of verses that average emcees seem to worship


[Verse 3: Redman]
My style is Milk of Magnesia, clutch divide speeding bust
The more the merrier, secure the area, my La Familia
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 point 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 for cognac

[Verse 4: 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 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

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 is
Twice as arrogant 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 ain't feeling my shidick can suck my didick
You need to quit it, if you ain't spitten
More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't 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 won't forget this
I'm puttin' every wack Emcee alive on my shit list
Verbally vicious, telekinetically 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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