Love, Peace and Nappiness

[Mr. Cheeks]<br>Yo, we come through like bulls, nigga take two puffs and pass,<br>nigga, watch your back once you talk out your ass<br>I back up 3-80 and my stash for protection,<br>family is raged, the world is acting crazed<br>I never thought I`d make it, it was hectic when I scrambled<br>on point like a knife I`m takin` life as a gamble<br>And living in the rotten apple, yo where every core is rotten<br>all my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten<br>now my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks,<br>official Lost Boyz since the year of 86<br>And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion,<br>at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion<br>You think you can fuck around, but kid you`re just thinking<br>It`s over when I`m sober, imagine when I`m drinking<br>Without blinking man, I`ll tare your crew like pages<br>I`ll rip you from the backyard of ? ...<br><br>[A+]<br>A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes<br>Off the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums<br>Rotten shit, make the opposite team call a time out,<br>knockin niggas three times my size out<br>The crowd loves me, so when I aint around they ask for me,<br>I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy<br>For the fast money, I get up in that ass money<br>the fact you tryin` to test me kinda bugs me<br>I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin` to get up<br>Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars,<br>I blow up the spot when it`s time to rock<br>I speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred watts<br>Who wanna cipha, I get dumb<br>Word to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev. Run<br>When it`s all said and done, I end the service<br>To cop the type of verses that average emcees seem to worship<br><br>[Redman]<br>My style is Milk of Magnesia, clutch divide speeding bust<br>the more the merrier, secure the area, my life familiar<br>is ultimate superior we dont jack cars<br>we jack for aircraft carriers<br>I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces to pieces<br>hymn em like sewing machines and Jesus<br>When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my (?) Camarro<br>I get punished like pharaoh for splittin`<br>You`re better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas,<br>because I`m on point like bow and arrow equipment<br>The president of chicken head conventions<br>I give you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin`<br>I got a headache from the stress, success not wearing a vest<br>5-11 for being dirty and quarts of 9-30<br>Yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call police<br>she tried swallowing a nine piece<br>forgot the warrantee on false teeth<br>I return like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli`s<br>assault and battery like my palms was ever ready<br>sharp as machete`s<br>matter of fact I slap (?) ...<br><br>[Canibus]<br>Canibus brings the sickest drama,<br>fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor<br>I smack bitches who try to suck dick through a condom<br>Playing with the mic is something I wont do<br>my only concern when I approach you, is to roast you<br>I smoke you and whoever you standing close to<br>and make every man in your crew deny that he knows you<br>defeating, niggas like Segal Steven,<br>putting Emcees in, positions to prevent `em from breathing<br>I`ll make you question any and everything you`ve ever believed in<br>by peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,<br>What`s the matter with ya`ll, I splatter ya`ll<br>against the mutha fuckin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult<br>None of ya`ll got the balls big enough to battle,<br>I go On & On like Erika Badu<br>a hundred times nicer than the best there is<br>twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this<br>Fuck yall you dont impress me and no one can test me<br>An Emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me<br>All that shit you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock,<br>and apply pressure until I crush your mutha fuckin noggin<br>I grab mics and push niggas to the left<br>so fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests<br>My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this<br>lyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstress<br>But if you want to battle, I`m down,<br>If you got nine lives, I`ll take eight of them off your hands right now<br>Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear<br>If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard<br>I`m the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks<br>anyone who aint feeling my shidick can suck my didick<br>You need to quit it, if you aint spitten<br>more than 50 bars per minute cause you aint in lyrical fitness<br>kickin` boring raps with metaphors that`s wack<br>all of ya`ll mutha fuckas need NordicTrack<br>to get ya weight up, fuckin with Canibus you get ate up