The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors - Vocab lyrics
[The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors - Vocab lyrics]
Let me flip it
I'm like a crook when I kick it
I blow microphones like
Nine double limp-bizkit's i'm wicked
Who want to test it? Did 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 butter 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 door
About 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 butt 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 eyelid
Niggas say that I'm wack
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 niggas like David
Hasselhoff 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 Tele-V
With bitches 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
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
"I scream on your ass like your dad!"
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 David Banner
With my star-spangled
You getting tangled, you talking that shit
Your style is anal
Perseverance, time to take off
I got clearance
I snatch your whole shit while
My niggas 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 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 crystal
Concealed like a pistahl
You suck like a nipahl
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
"I scream on your ass like your dad!"
Prepare for the worst
My second verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like
A porn-flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic
With more flavor than 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
Niggas be trying to test but
They weak 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 is radioactive, massive atomic
Yo, 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 fucking Fugees
So recognize or be hospitalized
Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten
I'm a dime
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
"I scream on your ass like your dad!"
I'm like a crook when I kick it
I blow microphones like
Nine double limp-bizkit's i'm wicked
Who want to test it? Did 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 butter 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 door
About 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 butt 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 eyelid
Niggas say that I'm wack
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 niggas like David
Hasselhoff 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 Tele-V
With bitches 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
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
"I scream on your ass like your dad!"
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 David Banner
With my star-spangled
You getting tangled, you talking that shit
Your style is anal
Perseverance, time to take off
I got clearance
I snatch your whole shit while
My niggas 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 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 crystal
Concealed like a pistahl
You suck like a nipahl
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
"I scream on your ass like your dad!"
Prepare for the worst
My second verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like
A porn-flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic
With more flavor than 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
Niggas be trying to test but
They weak 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 is radioactive, massive atomic
Yo, 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 fucking Fugees
So recognize or be hospitalized
Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten
I'm a dime
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
I be making niggas mad with my vocab
"I scream on your ass like your dad!"