The High & Mighty - Top Prospects lyrics

*The High And The Mighty* Mr. Eon: Taste this delicious, mystic malicious Ridiculousness, I tease like my snippets I strip this down to the core and explore Many more want, what I have in store For you in this era, this mic's still a terror My scripts consist of printed parchness I gave the apple to eve and she ate it Built the pyramids and the sphinx and now you f**in hate it Co-create the reborn, keep this mic torn My defense is tight like Jason Sehorn On these corn on the cobs, lop for pop, now they popcorn Plus I got a bucket of 'em, so I stick it to 'em Bring ruckus to em, slip the ducats to 'em Still they gettin ruined when I bring my touch to 'em Can't feel my sh** no matter what I say Though they a** out at fappy's on the bagel buffet, with no delay *here go the evidence* Evidence: (you now tuned into evidence!) For more than funs and guns, I'm stressed on gettin s**, Yo, I take it as it comes, On most occasions I like my heart, chimes, and organ But this is for your heartbeats twelve in the morning Never tense, I rock the flossy, fly sh** from Tchaikovsky Don't drink, so I get bent, when I sip bacardi Spark this party, no question never caught wearin guess and Seldom lose when I got my chips on the table Go against the oz and face the wizard So play that evil sh**, then come short, get the blizzard Why is it you be buildin worlds that's fake as useless? Heads pretend they hard, yo, their favorite movie's lukas Now you focused like? caught locusts This style's covered like Rakim's 'I ain't no joke', this Flow is out of control like rap in fact Man I told em in the front, in the middle, in the back, it's like that *here come's the city brother* *Defari* Defari: Yo, pa** that gallon, I'm here to score again like Marcus Allen From L.A. this MC stallion Only a few I know got the bomb chronic like Ev' Yo, f** the nonsense, our likwid eastern conference And now we do it coast to coast like The Liks *the magnificent* Defari, Eon and Evidence The present tense is dope rhymes to the infinite power Wack MCs fight in the yard, I k** the God that towers And shoot at will shoot to k** with lyrical sk**s Like the Beatnuts, pop the trunk and watch this b**hes head for the hills But in my trunk there's straight bumps like that And just a licensed NBA spalding notebook, that looks phat With phat rhymes and there's pages and pages This sh**'s outrageous, independence connect, drop this as ageless For wages, blow both indoor and outdoor stages All ages feel they root like the flute, this gets contagious