The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors (T.H.E.M.) - Real Muthphukaz lyrics

[Hook (x4)] n***as, [hoes?], we real muthphukaz [Canibus] Try to make my mushrooms develop when I blow the hell up I co*k back and blow a big-a** hole in your melon So recognize the size of my [tribary?] bounds Me and my n***as roll deeper than a s**m count The bigger they are, the harder they fall--that's bullsh** The bigger they are, the harder they hit It's illogical 'cause my hand sk**s are not dodgeable That's why I spar with the North Star, 'cause I'm phenomenal I only smoke rolls with n***as I roll with because they get for real even when they not sober When n***as want to stick me like I got the gold My man is right there, ready to blow your face off your skull You couldn't f** with me or the n***as I run with We got more firepower than a United States gunship I know it might sound odd I'm not in the military, but I'm known as the East Coast God so to all my sick n***as making six figures trying to get a piece of the pie like Arnold or Willis Smoking phillies, acting silly and getting open Keeping it real for the real n***as I roll with [unnamed feature] n***as I roll with, peep the script, it's all fitness Lyrically sip this manifest [?] First bad boy to bring the toy will get searched Some lurk and rehearse and ain't said sh** the first Sage will amaze off on stage I blaze Time to get paid, I bust a page like the gage 'cause I'm tragic Disappear like magic Habit I was brought up with like raising spliffs In order to get ripped, verbs and nouns got a [?] And if it's all legit, then I'll sit and recline Verbally shine, nobody [counters your mind?] I sees no judge, 'cause the word is the law of the land Bombard the shelter, pray to God he could help ya Swelter from the heat of the verse I chuckle as my knuckle makes your buckle in a hearse [And send your mama dozen Peace, 'cause I'm out with my cousin?] [Hook (x4)] n***as, [hoes?], we real muthphukaz [Webb] I set it off like this Fraudulent n***as get dissed I'll knock them out the box like '97 dick kiss So what up,pops? I'll blow spots with twin Glocks I'll flip, then I'll pick my victims like locks And knock them out one-by-one, believe that, son I'm heated like I walked barefoot across the sun Plus I'm ninety-prood, I'll tear the roof of your structure I'll split your crew like Russia, you punk motherf**ers I'll defuse your crew like a bomb, so nobody move Even if you're nervous, act like you're calm 'Cause I'll crush your infrastructure and rupture your spleen I'll leave your body [in fragments and your head in four ?] sh** is real My molecular structure is like steel; hard And I got my n***a's backs like bodyguards [unnamed feature] Entourage rhyme fiends n***as in cars Filled dimensions, physical Earth rumors Strips and microphones flip pa**ed around coronas Dust off travelers Making babblers kneel on battlefields Concealed reveal, n***as is real, motherf**er You struck another n***as on this [?] Separation grace amazin' performance Plus the warmest temperature ever to be known in science Oxygen metrical-giant hyrdo-electric compliant Coordinatin' the nation that states your front line The walking dead, rocking like talking heads with black minds Attack rhymes with force, a thermonuclear frequency source With off-course thoughts of all sorts, boy [Hook (x4)] n***as, [hoes?], we real muthphukaz I tear mic s**as, who wanna get the ruckus?