The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors (T.H.E.M.) - Distortion 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 sk** 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** was dead from the start I'll beat'cha more times a minute than a healthy heart Rolling deep with n***as by the carload And they cruise in some sh** 50,000 autos And I step through your club like a portal I bag all the b**hes Cause I got more lines than bar codes [Verse 2: Webb] (To be transcribed) [Verse 3: Canibus] n***as 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** 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***as with rhymes til they pa** out like flyers With new techniques I change styles like a tire Without a lug tool, I love when fools talk sh** I put my finger on the mic like ET and sparks it Extraterrestrial n***as think I'm incredible I reproduce with juice from my testicles