* originally appeared on the "New York State of Rhyme" compilation [Mr. Eon] I encompass, a circumfrence, of your compass Smokey the Bear's opponent, face atonement The kama sutra tutor, the Mets rooter Shorties like my slick finger like ?Bruce Sooter? You caught in this web of the spider The High and the Mighty, might be, slightly, violent It's High-ly the one to leave the sun rayless Now your style's cheaply made like a pair of Payless Pick apart your secondary, like Jim Plunkett Who woulda thunk it? Titanic-ally, I fuckin sunk it Hope to have a spot like George and Wheezy Chocolate peanut butter shit, like Reese's and feces We sees, the observable, absurdable My elements enough to make a kid take a pull No preservatives, but I'm still edible I need my shit green to remain incredible
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You don't know the half Half of me want it all, the other half-assed I'm halfway there I be, death-defyin, within def rhymin Periphery, I can see the whole vicinity
[Mr. Eon] I be a misfit of science, like Andre the Giant You need to SHUT UP, givin divine solids Amongst two million, I still be the ill one Multiply two zillion, I'ma still come With stupidity, turnin Santa to Satan Rantin and ravin, while you cave in See I love the sugar walls, get with my hand though And waxin off will be the death of me like Rambo Calisthetics, on any premise, yo well it's The Gleam Hornet, Eon, uncommon Like Brian Piccolo's piccolo Mr. Verbal still remain, like Vinny DelNegro I shine golden when you see me, like C-3-P-O I'm PO'd, by a microphone B-O But me though, need the weed green like ?Grit-o? Keep that shit tight like Grandpa's Speedos
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[Mr. Eon] Your pitiful spittle, pales to the hale In full scale, you're straight monorail My impact is Amtrak, you toy Lionel You're Slinkies and Weebles fail to prevail You couldn't even fuck with my echo You better let go, desperad', face the barrage You can't mess with Eric the Derelict Cherish it, while we smoke on this green relish it Cause I, huff on Dutches, Felipe couldn't spark Step into a spot, thinkin I'm a NARC It's pathetic, my lifestyle is energetic When I wreck the set, even Leon couldn't Lett it happen The High induce the hand-clappin Hallucinations, that you seen from the rappin My hands stink, from the snatch I be slappin Step into the Coliseum, what the fuck happened?
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{"You don't even know the half.." - cut by Mighty Mi}
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