Thirstin Howl III - Open Mic Night lyrics

[Mr. Eon] This is a remix...this is a remix "A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" High & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alkemist, Mr. Eon, wreckin' sh** "A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" Mr. E-O-N must be talkin 'bout me (Who dat?) The one and only High & Mighty MC Who be perpendicular when I be dickin' ya E smoke a bone the size of a fibula Prepare for the slaughter, the lyrical marauder Unfreakable acts like me and your daughter, did I be coughin' layin' in the coffin Step out the fantasy world you be lost in Dead man walkin', engage you hawkin' From Pensauken to Vienna I be me and a slew to combat your crew With acrobatics only seen in cartoons Like the Go-ad Rucker, double-pumped ya Puncture, vocally rupture, puff a cluster Ambidextrous, both sides test this Removin' wackness like asbestos "A-at night, the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" "The open mic...the open mic...at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" "Open m-mic, I bring out that box to the sh**." "At night, the open mic be invitn' me to rhyme... The open mic-mic-m-m-mic be invitin' me to r-rh-hyme" "Open mic, I bring out that box to the sh**" [Wordsworth] Yo check it out, yo. From cranadle to cradle and able to print I'm so deep that dirt's at my naval, my table submit You audio/video vaginal, lines imagine a magnitudes That give longitude and latitude some attitudes From an environment, freestyle's a requirement Upon every album, that my parents had to hide the rent If my demise commence unexpectantly, just test my pee I bet you see ecstasy or some obscenity inject in me (what else?) I flood your airways, place planes in jeopardy Flights vanish, panic deputies, expectancy for jet debris Let it be, and commence the record to play I'm so ahead of my time when I talk there's a seven second delay Don't judge a book by its cover when I'm inventin' I add your colon to my sentence, and start to pluck off on your appendix Dexterity hurled is about to rally the world You can't write without using like, what are you some type of valley girl? At open mics, I'm tellin' y'all one last time Stop askin' for a capellas and then kickin' those wack rhymes, flat line What, yo-yo-yo "A-a-a-a-a-at-a-at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme... The open m...mic be invitin' me to r-r...rhyme" "Open mic...I bring out that box to the sh**" [Thirstin Howl III] I'm accustomed to abiding by freestyle penal code My rhymes are like long drives going down a scenic road Taught discipline through paragraphs, walk back streets and narrow paths My kicks look dirty and pants sag like I have no a**! Flippin' styles that'd pioneered in the Space Age Writin' your first paragraph, I'm already on my eighth page For the way you write your rhymes, I could tell you never really made grades Going through life miserable, hatin' yourself on payday A pleasant plea, Thirstin in parentheses I heard a mute man mention me to a blind woman on Vescey Street Urged to leave gats alone in memory of Pumpkin and Faster Poem Wouldn't want my moms to identify me with half the dome! A toast, with high price gangrere Battle the best motherf**ers and whoever they bring here Long term, sought through rations I even put freestyle under special sk**s when submitting application Flows, that can't be followed by asthma patients Got a d**h wish? Here's his extension, ask for Satan The rap languages me and more, findin' subjects in Singapore Impressin' MC's who swore to God they'd seen it all "The open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" "...The open mic...the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" "Open mic I bring out that box to the sh**"