Canibus - "Beasts From The East"

Hands down to anyone who can single-handedly outshine Brick City's perpetually-on-point Reggie Noble in his prime -- not to mention making short work of A+ and The Lost Boyz... on their own song, no less! Canibus is that someone; er, was -- in 1997, that is. I hear he still puts out albums... I wouldn't know -- I stopped listening after the atrocity to music that is C: True Hollywood Stories dropped, and never looked back. (Okay, so Rip The Jacker was dope, but what else? Anyone? Thought so.) Still, 'Bis remains one of the greatest to ever do it if only for classic shit such as today's feature; tactful and witty braggadoccio verbal lacings with an extreme technical air that seemingly go on forever. Actually going on forever is saved for "Poet Laureate Infinity," but I digress.

Canibus - "Beasts From The East" (verse) by BlazeStar_VOD

Canibus brings the sickest drama
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches for tryin 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 standin close to
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you
Defeatin, niggas like Segal Steven
Puttin emcees in positions to prevent them from breathin'
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
By peepin your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter wit ya'll? I splatter y'all
Against the mothafuckin 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 arrogant as KRS is, who wanna test this?
Fuck y'all; you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit you poppin'll stop when I put you in a headlock
And apply pressure until I crush your mothafuckin noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the left
So fast they hearts end up on the right side of their chests
My hypo-thesis, 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 shiddit can suck my diddick
You need to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
Kickin' boring raps, with metaphors that's wack
All of y'all mothafuckas need NordicTrack
To get ya weight up; fuckin wit 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' till he's spitless
Fifty 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 damagin' shit
Goin' once, goin' twice
Sold! to that nigga named Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor
Hoppin' out the Huey helicopter to suey chop ya