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!