Intro: Girl: Soon you'll have a band Mr. Eon: It's just my voice and this hand Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands Eon: What Girl: Soon you'll have a band Eon: It's just my voice and this hand Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands Eon: Cause Girl: We don't have a band Eon: It's just my voice and this hand Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands Girl: We don't have a band Eon: It's just my voice and this hand Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands
Verse 1: Death to the mic, Starbuck's on arrival Raised in Illadel where I wrecked the recital Introduced Jack Daniels to Mary Jane Now they dating in my body, shit ain't the same Your petty thinking cat need training like Amtrak Can't stand that, need to abandon that Catch a random violent act, over a phantom track With zoot suits and Hammer pants, we ain't wearin' that Swearin' that they nice, when I'm vastly, more nasty Trashy, trying to be all cute and dashing To alien crafts, I'm unabductible My visionary path is unobstructible With the dope we on, Ma look like a Pokemon Arsenic laced lyrics that you choking on Catch my illest tale up on story boards Like my latest smorgasbord with 40 whores
Chorus: High & Mighty nicest, too hot spittable Mr. Eon's frequency's untrasmittible Come around the way, we don't act hospitable Can't see us, so on stage we invisible (Repeat)
Verse 2: Killed Billy Blanks with Tae-Bo, puffin' hydro But guess what kids?, I wasn't even high though A thousand thirty words can't describe my sturdy turds Absurd, like 30 nerds doing the Dirty Bird, in Atlanta Trash, skidded up Pampers Looking like some old washed up exotic dancers Trains get sprayed like high schoolers these days They don't listen to hip hop, they checkin' Green Day My unexpectedness is like the '69 Mets My 69 wets on my Penthouse pets A mic, better snatch it Record, gotta scratch it A loop, better catch it The blunt, better ash it Who wanna see me erupt? Like I had beans, tacos, pizza and Chinese for lunch Watch me daydream about Tyra's vagina Take a VH to it, catch me in the all nighter
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Verse 3: I'm the illest one, I'll smoke L's for 50 years Catch emphysema, then sue Phillie Blunts Really stunts, no need for elaborate tactics Just lick your lips and presto!, it's my mattress Electrocute you in wet clothing articles Send your air particles to the Antarcticas With no bubble Nauticas, no fleeces More popular in Brooklyn than Pee Wee Reese is More infamous in L.I. than Colin Ferguson More hated Uptown that Mayor Rudy son I'm David Berkowitz, when I be spurtin' this Son of Sam on this here diagram Fuck immaculate conception, I was Anakin's dad Took the book to Amsterdam, now the Vatican's sad See my, boys are nuts ill ploys on cuts Your Mattels can't swell, you be Toys'R'Us
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