The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors (T.H.E.M.) - Cypher Dialect Pt 2 lyrics

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The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors (T.H.E.M.) - Cypher Dialect Pt 2 lyrics

[Webb] Pre-requisites for college courses You know the deal, when I go for mine, I got it Verses so smooth, they soothe like the hypnotic Dynamic, my mechanics interlock like robotics With sk**s so ill, sometimes the flows can get so physcotic So let me spark it, I use your head for a target My crew stalks more corners than Korean markets So check it, my mind-state spins like a record I'm out-spoken, you get your whole sh** broken So let me flip Like good p**y, I got you whip You're not lyrical fit, so I got you in check like whip Plus my mental is triggered by rugged instrumentals So I'm numero uno, not number two like the pencil So if you choose, you get verbally abused See, n***as couldn't see me if they was eye-witness news I'm out for profit with lyrics so deadly they're toxic I launch flows to other solar-systems like rockets [Canibus] Mic check If my calculations are correct n Ima catch wreck for the next sixty seconds And I dare you so say I'm not all that I get mad and beat your f**ing a** with a ball bat, because I'm violent I'll fly your head like a pilot And make it bleed when I break it like a virgin's hymen Metaphor content, I stay under like an armpit so I can be confident when I bomb sh** Nobody knows where I come from, I'm too quick to run from My rhymes shock n***as like a stun gun Canibus: the drug dealer You know my flavor I be stalking n***as and reap them like Darth Vader Straight up, my rhymes turn heads without the make-up Yo, my sh** is fat like Ross Perot's pay-stub [Webb] Yo, check it Let me get wicked with my method I got n***as bugging like my rhyme was bu*t-naked Frauds get rejected 'cause they flavor isn't [(per)'fected?] I cut a rhyme in three parts and tri-sect it When I react, I'm like a virus on the loose I tighten like a noose and head straight for the roots I'm unique and [nothing I'm about to play?] is European A hundred percent intelligent black being Plus, physcotic, I co*k my feet up, and smoke the weed up My dukes taught me well so I piss with the seat up I used to get the boot, now I make look loot like [dinero?] And fly through the [] like a superhero [Canibus] You're acting like you fear no man, that's understandable But read my lips, n***a, I'm an animal The Canibus can rock from here to Bangkok I rip it like hulk hogan used to rip tank-tops And my brain contains more cells than a prison I'll explode in your face like air bags in a collision So recognize that I'm the man and my brain implants allow me to draw guns without my hands Danger from the thirty-seventh chamber I bring the ruckus live Wu, even though I'm not a member [unintelligible] I'm out of focus, I like that she [wrote to me with slang?]

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