The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors (T.H.E.M.) - Spit A Verse lyrics

[Webb] I'm money-hungry for six or seven digit salaries Plus I split crews in two like multiple personalities I drop verses in chronological order and get ill with the flow like a physcotic mental disorder I bring it to you raw like I did time out-of-state With more rhymes than inner cities district attorneys got court dates I'll question your character witness and rip him to pieces verbally And after the trial, I guarantee [?] want to murder me No need to discuss it, if your head gets thrown, I'll bus it Like Russell with his management gone, I'll proceed to rush it Bus it, flush it down the drain and out the picture I prophesize and write my rhymes in scrolls like pyroscriptures With one incision I'll cut your crew in 3 sections That's why n***as be on a dick like they got [?] connections There's two sides to every story, so don't be fooled by the cover I'm wrecking the mic with the rhymes and deliver flows like your mother And I'll be spiritual with the lyrical material like a Christian Treat rhyming is a sport and I could f** out of competition f** around, God, and get that a** slammed like a sumo I'm coming for your dome with a twenty-four karat microphone Act up, then all of the sudden you might become accident prone Come out the wood work, flip and go berserk I hijack the enterprise and leave the galaxy with Captain Kirk 'cause I deliver Through snow-storms and blizzards I slither like one of the five deadly [rhythms call is it?] So who wants to bring it to my neighborhood? Don't sleep--I'll have my girl [ walking naked for the goods?] Come on, God Hit them n***as [?] Come on, God Hit them n***as [?] [Canibus] Yo check the [?] style of rhymin My IQ number has six zeros behind it I utilize mental suggestion to hypnotize 'Cause I break your girl and blame it on K-Solo's rhyme See, I'm the mastermind behind the scene getting the green No one could ever rehabilitate this microphone fiend 'cause everybody's talkin' about how I spark it and how I got more bu*ter products than a super-market For me to kiss your a** would be a painful thing because nine out of 10 black men wear Tim's And my thoughts are so way beyond your understandin' I make n***as with guns nervous even when I'm empty handed because my mind is physcically inclined to cope Can't pull off complete control without remotes And it's obvious You n***as could see me with binoculars So when I gets the freestyle fever, I break thermometers I was around town strapped down like Smith and Wesson Ready to smoke a motherf**er like Benson and Hedges I'm thick like egg-nog, drinking Red Dog And busting mad shots like soldiers in Lebanon I walk streets and start beef with dangerous peeps I'm sending n***as back to their [bankers?] without receipts b**hes get mad, cause I'm conceited like a tick I just wish n***as would get the hell off my dick Come on, God Hit them n***as [?] Come on, God Hit them n***as [?] [unspecified feature] Woo! Some n***as get hit with a criticals I'm like a physical miracle You want to bug it, cool, I'll get critical Break it down like food in your stomach I murder, ya hear a, some sh** that makes you want to murder f** you, you poodle I'm scaring like voodoo Plus [?] rub that sh** like shampoo Who? The coo-coo for Cocoa Puff, enough of your stuff Huff and puff, but I'll still call your bluff Filthy b**hes get me vexed, I piss on they chest Yet, I let them [stream?] like David Banner upset? Hey you over there, obey your thirst Here's a forty f**ingSprite I'm out of sight Keeper game tight [?] in height But awkward, like a [?] shot from [?] One two, back it up, one two Now I belong in a zoo, I'm an animal, a mammal No light, there is darkness n***as these days in harmless So watch your back in the street when they spark it [if someone else wants to finish transcribing this, use the timestamp 48:16 for this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jNVEaKY2CQ to pick up where this ends]