(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