Pharoahe Monch - Dirty Decibels lyrics

YO! Chorus: Pharaohe Monch Microphone mutilator, ill translator Dirty decible, qualified live Livin, to fight another day, rhymes spray Devestate your diagram in any medley *repeat* Verse One: Mr. Eon Was gonna rip out your heart, show it to ya Holes I couldn't find there, plus your mindless Nicest, your reign is time on crisis You trying to see me, you just might become eyeless Even if you rewind this, I dumbfound the wisest Scientists, slice ya spinless Start to the end of us, we blend venomous Tremendous nemesis to your mere presence Undefeatable, inject placebos Where the tree grows, is where the E goes My ego's big too, ask your amigos Megaton flasher, psychadellic thrasher Boom-bam-basher, transluscent I see through you too, you my student The protege of the soulsonic, who want it? Entise, you an addict to my phonics...Pharaohe! Chorus Verse Two: Mr. Eon Hydrolic, your rhyme's prehistoric To the most corsic MC, flame retarted, I've lost it Major frame damage, better get Maaco Cult member, survived Heaven's Gate and Waco, too Fondu you, in your own cheese, Eon Orange double-tron, complete live screen Burnin up all the atlas with acid Velocity even Cris Carter couldn't catch this I got your squadron, with chronic head-nodded Practice calisthenics, impress regiments The best medicine against any rhyme virus Follow in the path of Isis and Osirus Iris and retna, see through the hopeless Spittin, tryin to comatose this, the dopest This is evident, I shine my defness Pullin guns on critics like Wyclef did I have graf artists breakin B-boy's dee-jay'in Dee-jay's spinnin on linoleum pavements Breakers writin their name in graffiti Plus everyone wanna be a fresh MC Chorus Verse Three: Mr. Eon I wire-tap mics, plug in turntables And glance is enhanced by advanced ?saran lance? Have you trailed by my a**ociates Solely the holiest, they detect you the phoniest The story be untold, they broke the mold And burned the ingredients that's etched on the scroll Screamin in your grill, still subliminal Elegant, with the illest intent to hellband Outspoken, with sh** you be quotin Slay aliens with this mic I be totin Then rhyme over techno, the feed's from my echo Chop men's torsos, bodily morsels Stay mind-boggling, you can't equate The essence of the turntable, great is the state! Your fingerpaints, and I'm cla**ic Greek sculpture This mic toucher, leave your dome ruptured Chorus (last word echoes)