The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors (T.H.E.M.) - No Doubt lyrics

[Hook (Webb) x6] No question, kid, no doubt Check it Imma break it down and let you know what I'm about [Canibus] I splatter your brain-matter The quick [draw mcgore jaw tapper?] My lines hit harder than pissed-off line backers So exercise caution, I shatter jaws like porcelain f** around and get your life-span shortened, 'cause I'm the ultimate evil Terrorizing people I hand-cuff your neck to moving vehicle Then I put your block scene on-lock like a swat team, 'cause I'm toting four-pound Glocks with infrared beams It seems so stupid that you want to battle us when we know rhymes like Einstein knows calculus So don't be doubting my sh**, 'cause I'm the Canibus And I got more lines than a million Kay Swiss Without a question; without a shadow of a doubt, I'll k** the last dragon and drink the last Dragon Stout n***as be running off with the mouth, but they just cowards afraid of my powers, I make n***as piss in they trousers [Hook (Webb) x6] No question, kid, no doubt Check it Imma break it down and let you know what I'm about [Webb] [] I walk through the valley of the d**h 'Cause I'm living in hell, like [] chef Plus, I'm quick to bring the pain like meth And then, when I let my vocal chords expand, aw damn When I murder tracks to label casualties of war, I hit the floor like Thor god and shakes the Earth's core [Charred?], I'm aiming for you dome, so up your guard Like credit-card fraud,I leave the economy scarred 'Cause f** going straight, I make it crooked like extortion You want to act fool, I'll blow this sh** out of proportion True that, my verbal quality is like that Forty-eight bits of that uncensored rap The type of sh** that underground n***as live for The type of sh** that blows the f**ing hinges off the door So lets go to war, I'm ready for battle, surrender See I can break it down from January through December And I can rhyme, beats with rhymes, like a blender And flip verses, like counterfeit legal tenders So X marks the spot, give me the signal and I'll bomb it n***as come talking sh**, but leave the battle catatonic So proceed with caution, 'cause I bring it to your melon With rhymes undestructible, like wolverine skeletons See, this ain't no nickel and dime game anymore n***as is ants, and ready to bring it to your jaw [Hook (Webb) x6] No question, kid, no doubt Check it Imma break it down and let you know what I'm about [Canibus] Who the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical? My motherf**ing brain is IBM compatible My techniques Techniques are foreign, far from the borin' My style is hard like Castle without McCormick I run through your crew like the flu, dog gon it My style is like AIDS: n***as don't want it n***as be fronting like they hard But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean Claude And I'll split your sh**, par Right down the middle then play you like a fiddle I got a fetish for titties, I nibble on the nipple I trespa** on your property like Monopoly Subdue your crew and beat that a** properly With the burner, I murder anything that bleeds Ambushing n***as from the trees like Vietnamese Wild, always on-point like a projectile I'm kidnapping n***as like the aliens on X-Files with styles I got more than you realize And I'm making n***as with amnesia recognize that I'm getting first-prize In ninety-five, and I'll smoke a blunt with Elvis, if he's still alive [Hook (Webb) x6] No question, kid, no doubt Check it Imma break it down and let you know what I'm about [Webb] I co*k my [?] back like a gun and drink a gla** of red rum and make your whole crew pause like DMC and DJ Run I rolled up on shawty, like a Camaro And if their friend is with it, no question, I'll get more than them like sparrows Let me get down for my hometown, New York No move, making them out to make the 'bakin'' like some pork But I don't eat it, but if it's needed, I'll get weeded You went against the number one competitor and got defeated But don't get mad 'cause I bagged your shawty like Glad No need to get upset over some p**y you never had I bring it to your chest and cause cardiac arrest So caress the finesse, 'cause I freak it like good s** I tote mics at my side, 'cause it comes in handy So I can bring it to fake n***as who want to be down like Brandy So what? I come off my skull and flip a scripture And make you jump straight out of your seat like something bit ya [Hook (Webb) x6] No question, kid, no doubt Check it Imma break it down and let you know what I'm about