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distortion - the heralds of extreme metaphors (t.h.e.m.) lyrics

(sample: what you experience is turned upside down)

[canibus]

distortion
my brainwaves communicate with martians
my fantastic four four firepower’s awesome
no man alive can survive my lyrical army
i don’t care if you’ve got nine lives or five worries
i generate volts like electric eels
cause i be sparkin’ it like spark plugs in automobiles
and i’m so for real with my lyrical skill
mentally ill in the brain like cypress hill
don’t try to sneak attack i’m never sleepin’ black
i watch my head do 360s while i watch my own back
and ya shoulda known that
sh-t was dead from the start
i’ll beat’cha more times a minute than a healthy heart
rolling deep with n-gg-s by the carload
and they cruise in some sh-t
50,000 autos
and i step through your club like a portal
i bag all the b-tches
cause i got more lines than bar codes

[verse 2: webb]

(to be transcribed)

[verse 3: canibus]

n-gg-s claim they got enough back
look how they act when i rush that
you ain’t ready for combat, hush that
cause even though the rat’s got cheese
they feel the cats
they don’t even know the cats’ got claws
they fear the dogs
because my style will stick like eggrolls
and i break backs with jaws like traffic laws
steel walls could not protect when i [ ]
like an invasian, i’m takin’ over like the asians

[verse 4: webb]
(to be transcribed)

[verse 5: canibus]

don’t anybody think about writing my rhymes
it’s not happenin’
all my lyrics got serial numbers
my sh-t is patented
right down to the last letter, i’m clever
hit everybody knows my flows be mo’ better
i’m always gettin’ props, word up poss
respect it
cause i stay undercover like the true new york detectives
until i get provoked the flow get me heated
i swear i’ll hit you so hard my dukes’ll feel it
so chill
remember who you think you’re dealin’ with
i’ll pull you back out to the point where jesus couldn’t heal it
but if you think you’re [hood?]
by all means try it
i spill more blood than a whole planet of vampires
hittin’ n-gg-s with rhymes til they p-ss out like flyers
with new techniques i change styles like a tire
without a lug tool, i love when fools talk sh-t
i put my finger on the mic like et and sparks it
extraterrestrial
n-gg-s think i’m incredible
i reproduce with juice from my t-st-cl-s

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