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    originally appeared on the "New York State of Rhyme" compilation  
     
    [Mr. Eon]  
    I encompass, a circumfrence, of your compass  
    Smokey the Bear's opponent, face atonement  
    The kama sutra tutor, the Mets rooter  
    Shorties like my slick finger like ?Bruce Sooter?  
    You caught in this web of the spider  
    The High and the Mighty, might be, slightly, violent  
    It's High-ly the one to leave the sun rayless  
    Now your style's cheaply made like a pair of Payless  
    Pick apart your secondary, like Jim Plunkett  
    Who woulda thunk it? Titanic-ally, I fuckin sunk it  
    Hope to have a spot like George and Wheezy  
    Chocolate peanut butter shit, like Reese's and feces  
    We sees, the observable, absurdable  
    My elements enough to make a kid take a pull  
    No preservatives, but I'm still edible  
    I need my shit green to remain incredible  
     
    Chorus: Mr. Eon (repeat 2X)  
     
    You don't know the half  
    Half of me want it all, the other half-assed  
    I'm halfway there  
    I be, death-defyin, within def rhymin  
    Periphery, I can see the whole vicinity  
     
    [Mr. Eon]  
    I be a misfit of science, like Andre the Giant  
    You need to SHUT UP, givin divine solids  
    Amongst two million, I still be the ill one  
    Multiply two zillion, I'ma still come  
    with stupidity, turnin Santa to Satan  
    Rantin and ravin, while you cave in  
    See I love the sugar walls, get with my hand though  
    And waxin off will be the death of me like Rambo  
    Calisthetics, on any premise, yo well it's  
    the Gleam Hornet, Eon, uncommon  
    like Brian Piccolo's piccolo  
    Mr. Verbal still remain, like Vinny DelNegro  
    I shine golden when you see me, like C-3-P-O  
    I'm PO'd, by a microphone B-O  
    But me though, need the weed green like ?Grit-o?  
    Keep that shit tight like Grandpa's Speedos  
     
    Chorus  
     
    [Mr. Eon]  
    Your pitiful spittle, pales to the hale  
    In full scale, you're straight monorail  
    My impact is Amtrak, you toy Lionel  
    You're Slinkies and Weebles fail to prevail  
    You couldn't even fuck with my echo  
    You better let go, desperad', face the barrage  
    You can't mess with Eric the Derelict  
    Cherish it, while we smoke on this green relish it  
    cause I, huff on Dutches, Felipe couldn't spark  
    Step into a spot, thinkin I'm a NARC  
    It's pathetic, my lifestyle is energetic  
    When I wreck the set, even Leon couldn't Lett it happen  
    The High induce the hand-clappin  
    Hallucinations, that you seen from the rappin  
    My hands stink, from the snatch I be slappin  
    Step into the Coliseum, what the fuck happened?  
     
    Chorus  
     
    <>{"You don't even know the half.." - cut by Mighty Mi

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