featuring Thirstin Howl III, Wordsworth
[Mr. Eon]
This is a remix...this is a remix
A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme ---> Rakim
High & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alkemist, Mr. Eon, wreckin shit
A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme
Mr. E-O-N must be talkin bout me
(Who dat?) The one and only High & Mighty MC
Who be perpendicular when I be dickin ya
E smoke a bone the size of a fibula
Prepare for the slaughter, the lyrical marauder
Unfreakable acts like me and your daughter, did
I be coughin layin in the coffin
Step out the fantasy world you be lost in
Dead man walkin, engage you hawkin
>From Pensauken to Vienna
I be me and a slew to combat your crew
With acrobatics only seen in cartoons
Like the Go-ad Rucker, double-pumped ya
Puncture, vocally rupture, puff a cluster
Ambidextrious, both sides test this
Removin wackness like asbestos
A-at night, the open mic be invitin me to rhyme
The open mic...the open mic...at night the open mic be
invitin me to rhyme
Open m-mic, I bring out that box to the shit.
At night, the open mic be invitn me to rhyme...
the open mic-mic-m-m-mic be inv..itin me to r-rh-hyme
Open mic, I bring out that box to the shit
[Wordsworth]
Yo check it out, yo; From cranadle to cradle and able to print
I`m so deep that dirt`s at my naval, my table submit
You audio/video vaginal, lines imagine a magnitudes
That give longitude and latitude some attitudes
>From an environment, freestyle`s a requirment
Upon every album, that my parents had to hide the rent
If my demise commence unexpectantly, just test my pee
I bet you see ecstasy or some obscenity inject in me (what else?)
I flood your airways, place planes in jeopardy
Flights vanish, panick deputies, expectancy for jet debris
Let it be, and commence the record to play
I`m so ahead of my time when I talk there`s a seven second delay
Don`t judge a book by its cover when I`m inventin
I add your colon to my sentence, and start to pluck off on your appendix
Dexterity hurled is about to rally the world
You can`t write without using like, what are you some type of valley girl?
At open mics, I`m tellin y`all one last time
Stop askin for a capellas and then kickin those wach rhymes, flatline
what, yo-yo-yo
A-a-a-a-a-at-a-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme
..the open m...mic be invitin me to r-r...rhyme
Open mic...I bring out that box to the shit
[Thirstin Howl III]
I`m accustomed to abiding by freestyle penal code
My rhymes are like long drives going down a scenic road
Taught discipline through paragraphs, walk backstreets and narrow paths
My kicks look dirty and pants sag like I have no ass!
Flippin styles that`d pioneered in the Space Age
Writin your first paragraph, I`m already on my eighth page
For the way you write your rhymes, I could tell you never really
made grades
Going through life miserable, hatin yourself on payday
A pleasant plea, Thirstin in parentheses
I heard a mute man mention me to a blind woman on Vescey Street
Urged to leave gats alone in memory of Pumpkin and Faster Poem
Wouldn`t want my moms to identify me with half the dome!
A toast, with high price gangrere
Battle the best motherfuckers and whoever they bring here
Long term, sought through rations
I even put freestyle under special skills when submitting application
Flows, that can`t be followed by asthma patients
Got a deathwish? Here`s his extension, ask for Satan
The rap languages me and more, findin subjects in Singapore
Impressin MC`s who swore to God they`d seen it all
The open mic be invitin me to rhyme
...The open mic...the open mic be invitin me to rhyme
Open mic I bring out that box to the shit
*scratched out by DJ Mighty Mi*
