The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors (T.H.E.M.) - Vocab lyrics

[Webb] Let me flip it, I'm like a crook when I kick it I blow microphones like 9 double limp-bizkits I'm wicked, who want to test it? You study? I'll leave the whole god damn battlefield bloody I'm talented--I walk across the water on my hands My rhymes contain more information than DNA strands So bust it, I'll bring it to your nugget 'Cause I'll get ill, like a tap-phone guy when I bug it I'm rugged, so hit me with [a bu*ter?] instrumental I'll flip and drop the hell out of a rhyme like a rental You sore, your whole train of thought will get cut off But that's what you get for trying to bring it to the [?] [Canibus] [?] One of these days, you need more than an average MC I'm like a condom: don't try and do it without me When I step on-stage to do a show, I'll blow the spot with the bomb-squad sitting in the front row My dirty techniques couldn't be cleaned with bleach My style is bu*t-naked, like a nude beach And everybody get your brew each when we partying, dressed in black like military frog-men Free-scholar, prepare to be just like a rottweiler Even the bootleg tape of me is ten dollars Listen to what I'm saying to you now I give my voice-box an oil change every three-thousand styles Because my styles be using knowledge, and my knowledge be adding up like a tour-bus' mileage I've been rocking rhymes since slavery was abolished Rock-solid; you couldn't see me with an open eye-lid n***as say that I'm whack, but I don't care what they say I only remember ten percent of what I hear anyway Now, we can battle anytime, any day I be watching n***as like David Ha**elhoff on the bay Because I need more energy than my enemies if I want to make more bills than Bellamy, so I can be on telev With b**hes constantly telling me that I look like Billy Dee I make fly rhymes to get my name on the the scene Then when I'm on the scene, I do shows to get the green Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine To get that thing on page forty-three of Jet Magazine [Chorus (Canibus and Webb)x4] I be making n***as mad with my vocab I be making n***as mad with my vocab (I scream on your a** like your dad?) [Webb] Listen when I speak it, peep it With twelve-hundred techniques, I freak it I'll be like a missile when I heat-seek it A superhero like Thor I make my entrance through your floor then make my exit through your door I flip like the banner with my star-spangled You getting tangled, you talking that sh**, your style is an*l Perseverance, time to take off; I got clearance I snatch your whole sh** while my n***as run interference I bounce to other galaxies looking for herb on other planets 'Cause I react like live drum beats when I slam it So open the corridor, hit the floor, empty the store See, I be blowing spots when I tote my forty-four Microphone, my genetic codes can't be cloned See, I can go longer than females gossip on the phone I'm abstract when I make my verbal contact I get you heated like you see your moms get slapped Being real comes first, and everything else is secondary My vocab will slap you in the face like a dictionary, 'cause I got knowledge To hell with your hundred-thousand dollar college, I have kings paying me homage For dropping mathematics, from calculus to statics Damn right it's dramatic, I be that microphone fanatic With vocal tracks that'll clear like [?] Concealed like a "pistahl" You s** like a "nipahl" [Chorus (Canibus and Webb)x4] I be making n***as mad with my vocab I be making n***as mad with my vocab (I scream on your a** like your dad?) [Canibus] Prepare for the worst My second verse is the face of d**h Me without lyrics is like a p**n-flick without s** Illmatic, my lyrical sk**s are Jura**ic With more flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally mastered I go off like a cannon, blow up the planet With "No Fear," like them clothes white boys be wearing I'm tougher than denim Lethal like venomous snake bites The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights There's not a party I couldn't rock, believe that There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback I'm strong, my word is Bond like James n***as be trying to test but they 'week' like seven days MC's run away when I kick it They act so chicken that they should come with a large drink and a biscuit My style's radioactive, ma**ive atomic I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet Breaking the 'Facts of Life' down like Tootie, I'm raw like sushi With more Vocab than three f**ing Fugees So recognize or be hospitalized Cause lyrically on a scale of one-to-ten I'm a dime [Chorus (Canibus and Webb)x4] I be making n***as mad with my vocab I be making n***as mad with my vocab (I scream on your a** like your dad?)