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