Hot Spittable

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 c