Mr. Cheeks]

Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin death

Park side, Queen's niggaz represent

Long Isle, how we do? They new our style

Represent niggaz in and out the P now

Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while

I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true yo

Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this



Hey yo well back on my South Side, Jamaica part of town

where us real niggas love to get down

Where you only hear G and P finessin tracks up on the tape

We stuck in Queens and I'm not tryin to escape

Yo Im havin cess', drinkin, I'm kickin raps and Emceein

LB for life, kid my way of bein

Its time to, set up shops, wild in this game and got props

and fuck cops, we puffin lah wit windows up in drop tops

Nothin stops my crew from gettin it we learn from the past

Puffin on this ounce of weed, I got this drink in my glass

Conversatin with myself, what does my future hold?

Niggaz is dyin, will i make it past 30 years old?

I can't run, I guess I gots to hold it down till I'm done

What the fuck's the deal? I been doin this here from day one

Official Queen's nigga, be a Lost Boy till my death

Until I breathe my mothafuckin last breath



Chorus: Mr. Cheeks {2X}



Eh yo from boyz to men

We're strictly Fam, no longer friends

Lets keep it thorough, I hold it down till its on again

Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again

I'm tryin to make it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again



[A+]

Check this out

Yo, yo

My mind is reachin twice that size than it only did last year

Three times its likely to feel clear

A+, I transform into a super emcee

With super vocals quicker than Superman can find a phone booth

The whole truth nothin but the whole truth, I roast you

Thermonuclear vocals get hotter that in Shanobal

The double O, just abide nuclear explosions

Exposin radiation like a vulcan

I'm the only guy that knows why the golden eye

was stolen by five soviet spies

They told me to lie, they dont want to hear the god spit

Chop my hands off at the armpits but i regenerate limbs

Like Star fish, comin at you with the hard shit

Swallow my beeper and page myself so I can communicate with a dolphin

Lyrical arson rush the planet like a million martians committin arson

Walkin the tarpits in India with snake charmers that place all the weight

down...



[Canibus]

Yo A+ fuck the nonsense

I got the reinforcements

To crush any enemies offense with a hundred thousand Horsemen

And the hardest muthafucka on the market right here

I'll complete in a minute what would take you a light year

Extra-terrestrial biological entities with infinite energy

battling for world supremecy

Who wanna get touched

The CAN-I-BUS will crush you

With hard jigsaw puzzles and strong jaw muscles

Ambushin emcees jumpin out the trees

like Vietnamese in fatigues covered with leaves

Interrogatin you wack emcees like MIB's with dark glasses

Askin you to tell me exactly where that alien craft landed

By flashing bright light in your eyes with those silver gamas

So when you revive you cant recall or understand it

Thats how the Canibus keeps tabs on the planet

I use amnesia to neutralize public panic

and take advantage of oppurtinites to do damage

I pierce your heart with evil thoughts

The only thing faster then tha speed of light is the speed of dark

With the jaws of a great white shark I rip you apart

My state-of-the art lyrical lasers is razor sharp

Splatter the brain matter of my enemies

with the same bullet trajectory that murdered John Kennedy

in the back of his cranial cavity which is actually

what happens to any motherfucker for tryin to battle me



Chorus {2X