Songs From The Big Chair

Shout!!!

by The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors (T.H.E.M.)

on Songs From The Big Chair (1985), Lyrical Warfare

[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4!
[unintelligible]

[Webb]
Here's your resignation, prepare for dismissal
But don't sleep 'cause Ima bring the heat-seeking missiles
Paranoia, I see your whole body trembles
So Ima run through your crew 'til every lyric is disassembled
Point blank
You just be talking shit, save the feces
'Cause Ima bring the drama to every living species
I'm clairvoyant; I got sight beyond sight
Plus, a nocturnal creature; I make my moves at night
Decisive decisions with my infrared vision
[?] I'll hold my own in any lyrical division
Got VIP status with the mic apparatus
I jacked the midnight train in [Georgia now I ran too much for gladus?]
No pain, no gain
I'm blowing niggas out the frame
From here to Spain I'll maintain my fame
So no excuses, the verbal flow is ruthless
With lyrics so hard you'd think they scared the two Medusas
So [?] warning
Meteor [?]
'cause believe me, I'll being it if your man pretends to stare
Get out of my face before you get erased
'Cause Ima get iller than some herb that was laced

[Hook]
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout! (x4)

[Canibus]
Word up, I swear to God
I rob the first pockets I see jingle
I'm dead serious like [?]'s first single
And everybody knows that I'm crooked
My voice don't carry much weight, that's why I communicate with bullets
Concrete jungle survival
I'm like an omen
Seeing citizens and tele machines are like a bonus
Fuck that, the world belongs to me, not Nas
My criminal franchises make more green than Häagen-Dazs
On snap, I'm [bad/back?] like Saddam Hussein
Ready to rip a motherfucking nigga out the frame
See, I don't know the meaning of pain
When it comes to going to war, I'm ready to bring it to your jaw
So mirror mirror on the wall, tell me: who's the rudest?
I'm iller, kill a serial killer just to prove it
Yo, who could do this? I'd drop bombs on the pooblic--excuse me, I meant public, I'm so stupid
I love it when niggas act hard and shit 'cause they girlfriend be holding their brain like Jackie Onassis
My rare type of breed, a sniper don't miss
[Cause when the claws is on your dome, they won't crisp?]
Canibus representing group home
Word is bond
And when I kick the bucket, Ima kick it with my Tim's on

[Hook]
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout! (x4)

[Webb]
It's ova'
I'm coming with more witnesses than Jehovah
Flow creating floods that would probably scare Noah
My vocal chords vibrate, straight through the tri-state area
I attack your immune system like malaria

[Canibus]
Let the game begin, I break weak minds like wind for mankind to recognize I'm a lyrical champion
No question, I'll bring the ruckus to your party like refreshments
Shoot up the whole God damn place like a Wesson

[Webb]
My molecular structure is indestructible
My prototype is hype and my rhymes are combustible
When I articulate, the streets start to shake
The sound from the underground is how I motivate

[Canibus]
Check it out, now I'm about to show you how it's done
When I come through, all niggas can do is run
Competition is negative one, that's less than none
Insane, blood in my viens circulates like guns
My shit is hot, niggas is about to get fried
So unless you got skills, stay quiet like snake eyes

[Webb]
'Cause I cause hallucinations as I teleport to destinations
I shock the nation like presidential assassinations
With no fatigue, I leave you intrigued like a mystery and niggas with ill names write books about my history

[Canibus]
Niggas know my steelo
Canibus has no lyrical equal
My head is like a spinning record, the blunt in the needle
And I'll be ready for any competitor to step
I'll knock you out with the right and knock you back here with my left

[Hook]
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout! (x2)(11194332)

Shout!
Shout!

Wanna get on it like that, well then shout! (x10)

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