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

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