[Pre-Intro: Mr. Cheeks]
"The forecast — showers heavy at times
With occasional thunderstorms today, and a high of 89 degrees"
The cops says to me, "Yo, kid..."
"Partial clearing and a low of 74"
Damn! Kghhh!
[Intro: Mr. Cheeks]
Basically, kid
Word, Ren zone, wanna hit?
Queens!
This microphone, I got Canibus
You know how many member L.B. fam get motherfuckin' biz
Along on this track, we got the Funk Doctor Spock
Canibus and A+ from park-sized blocks
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Bink! Dawg locks it down
[Verse 1: Mr. Cheeks]
Yo, we come through like bulls, see, ’cause niggas takin' two pulls and pass
Nigga, watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in my stash for protection
Family to raise, the world is actin' 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
Livin' in the Rotten Apple, ayo, where every core is rotten
All my niggas, rest in peace, ya see, you're gone but not forgotten
Now my main wifey, deaded shady chicks
Official Lost Boy since the year of '86
And fuck these crooked niggas, I could kill 'em with the passion
At times, I feel like blastin' in Jamaica, Queens fashion
You think you can fuck around, but, kid, you just thinkin'
It's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinkin'
Without blinkin', man, I'll tear your crew like pages
I’ll rip you from the backyards, parks and on stages
[Verse 2: A+]
A+ the lyrically superb one
Spittin' rhymes off the top of the tongue to burn your ear drum
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 (Uh-huh)
The fact you tryna test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicapped niggas tryna get up
MCs get wet up with lyrical gun pellets
I blow up the spot when it's time to rock
I speak out my voice box and peak out at a hundred watts
Who wanna cipher? 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
Concoctin' the type of verses average MCs worship
[Interlude: Redman & Canibus]
Fuck with the lyrical skills, you get killed
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, Big Dog! Turn the track off!
Yo, fake MCs, step to the rear!
Fuck how you feel
Yo, real MCs bring this shit Up North!
Fuck with the lyrical skills, you get...
[Verse 3: Redman]
My style is Milk of Magnesia, clutch the five speed and bust
The more the merrier, secure the area
My La Familia is ultimate superior
We don't jack cars, we jack for aircraft carriers
I bounce like trampolines when I be blowin' the fiends to pieces
Hem 'em like sewing machines and Jesus
When the shadows of the barrel pointin' out my boy Camaro
I get punished like Pharaoh for splittin'
You're better off singin' 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 wearin' a vest
5-11 for bein' dirty, court's at 9:30
Yo, Mr. Cheeks! I made this bitch call police
She tried swallowin' the nine piece, but got a warranty on false teeth
I return like Makaveli on 18-inch Pirelli's
Assault and battery like my palms is Eveready
Sharp as machetes
Matter of fact, I slap for cognac to make the beef heavy
[Verse 4: Canibus]
The Canibus brings the sickest drama
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches for tryna suck dick through the condom
Playin' with the mic is somethin' I won't do
My only concern when I approach you is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standin' close to
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you
Defeatin' niggas like Seagal Steven
Puttin' MCs in positions to prevent 'em from breathin'
I'll make you question any and everythin' you've ever believed in
By peepin' your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with y'all? I splatter y'all
Against the motherfuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle
I'll go On & On like Erykah Badu
A hundred times nicer than the best is
Twice as arrogant as KRS is, who wanna test this?
Fuck y'all! You don't impress me and no one can test me
An MC 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 'til I crush your motherfuckin' noggin!
I grab mics and push niggas to the left
So fast, their hearts end up on the right sides of their chests
My hypothesis is that nobody can see this lyrical genius
I got it sewn like a seamstress
But if you wanna 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 Bri-dicks
Anyone who ain't feelin' my shidit can suck my di-dick
You need to quit it if you ain't spittin'
More than fifty bars per minute 'cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
Kickin' borin' raps with metaphors that's wack
All of y'all motherfuckers need NordicTrack
To get your weight up, fuckin' with Canibus you get ate up
Beat down and sprayed up just for bringin' 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 Adam's mistress
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
The Canibus is spittin' 'til he's spitless
Fifty bars of total sickness, you won't forget this
I'm puttin' every wack MC alive on my shit list!
Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted
Took you a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it
Now, you tell me who you think is damagin' shit
Goin' once, goin' twice — sold to that nigga named Canibus!
Me and Mr. Cheeks, A+ and Funk Doctor
Hoppin' out the Huey helicopter to suey chop ya!
[Outro: Canibus]
Group Home and Def Squad
'97, nigga!