[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}