Eddie Ill & D.L. - Jedi Son of Spock, Mr. Eon, Avatar, and Percee P Freestyle (Scenes of the Underworld) lyrics

[Intro: Jedi Son of Spock] Word. Yo, Eddie Ill. D.L., yo (Mighty Mi). What? Jedi, yo. Avatar, yo. Percee P, yo (Mr. Eon). What? Yo. Check it [Verse 1: Jedi Son of Spock] When Jedi spits rhymes, his enzymes get chemically tested I've just been medically arrested for holding The oxygen of hostages and feeding them carbon dioxide Pardon the carbon monoxide I'm carving some hot rhymes in your face with a hot knife Well, I'm slowly hara**ing y'all and get away With the crime, like to set up an amba**ador After all, I'm clapping y'all with cla**ic material That is on-and-off-the-wall, and if I'm forced to call More of my men, there is more of your men that is forced to fall On and off the map, then back on beat ‘Cause I never escaped, so whatever you rep or reflect I'll deflect, reset to put you on reset The house of rats speaks nothing but the truth. I'm gonna rhyme until Smoke leaks out the booth and blows out the roof And your ears bleed and identity is unknown to me And the rest of the family—f** it, the rest of the galaxy More graphic than any gallery—that's why n***as be Feeling my sh** like pottery and every record company Now wants a part of me. As for emcees, they get The fifth degree, so they plead the fifth And their body shifts degrees—those who were standing now fall Off of the face of this Earth, then they get replace... ments So I was placed on this Earth to bring it to your face like a priest With a Eucharist. I'll guarantee you'll feel my presence Like Christ on the crucifix. What? [Interlude 1: Mr. Eon] Yo, yo. Mr. E. Home-field advantage, home-field advantage throughout the playoffs. Home-field advantage. We do it like High-and-Mighty style, yo [Verse 2: Mr. Eon] My soul's in the clutches of the sin that I spin E-W-E. Your epic is septic Skeptics exit. This next sh** is hectic Hold down Lex with my erect eclectics The new mutants. Your sh** ain't worth two cents Present false pretense while I'm tree-dense Cannot keep kosher—bacon inhaler Eon sacrilegious, inhaling swine dishes I clench the stench. You call it hellish Have the Dutches, roll it up to fulfill my blunt fetish God pa** me over—last blood resident Constant torment inventing elements Horrific when lifted, terrific when spliffted Your ‘burb's to the curb. My proverb's superb I'll rock from top tens, decades, to air MACs These weapons are Worthy, stay laced on the track [Verse 3: Avatar] Yo, what's the price for articulous, meticulous melodies? Persistent penalties, lickers, and felonies steadily Decreases the wild beast—we're tamed by the music Get a bomb and diffuse it. Mics are bruises, switch like Rubik's With fluid swiftness. How could you fool that you could rip this? I'm cooler than eucalyptus, mental riches is my gifted In this world, I'ma revolve, evolve to something greater Later for gators and caviar. In light of Avatar The star to shine constellation style, constantly making piles Infiltrate your mind. It's the high life Blinding all your eyesight to slice like a knife fight Hyping up the mic right—dig it? I get specific when I kick it I'll fall like spigots, I'm wicked and shipless, I'll fiend to rip this In your ear. I'm gifted, I'll leave the engineer in stitches Envision prisms and magnify cataclysms to shatter guys Without a alibi. Verbal towns fly, pa**ing by To penetrate producers, mighty juices, thug abusers Mugging losers with Rugers, I'm your interlude intruder [Interlude 2: Percee P] Yeah, yeah, yeah. Check it out. The Rhyme Inspector Percee P representing hardcore's finest. Check it out. Uh, uh [Verse 4: Percee P] What I state's dope. Take notes and create quotes That Ricki Lake loc. I'll make jokes at you fake folks Your hurt up or get smashed quick, fast if your sh**'s trash You better skip past me ‘cause I kick a**. Word up, ha My fans a nation. Why? My grammar's based in More sh** than sanitation—every man is facing contamination Got my band trailing, your hands sailing Fans k**, then jam real, and flakers Van Halen It's the man who rip cliques and clans. When sh** hits The fan, you won't get to land sh** with the hands I can get Madonna. Money, your threats are minor. In bed, you'll find a b**h with a wet vagina dripping with my ca**ette behind her Give me dap. I'll decap-itate and break your knee caps When P rap, dope rhyme fiends go into relapse I know your a** heard of Percee P. Your whole Crew versus me, kid, that'll be first degree ma** murder It's like this and like that, y'all. Black We're back to smack these wack new jacks who rap, y'all [Outro: Percee P] Boom! You're doomed. Yeah (Eddie Ill). Underground hardness (D.L.). Word up (Hard like that)