Open Mic Night Remix

[Mr. Eon]<br>This is a remix...this is a remix<br>"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme" ---> Rakim<br>High & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alkemist, Mr. Eon, wreckin shit<br>"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme"<br>Mr. E-O-N must be talkin bout me<br>(Who dat?) The one and only High & Mighty MC<br>Who be perpendicular when I be dickin ya<br>E smoke a bone the size of a fibula<br>Prepare for the slaughter, the lyrical marauder<br>Unfreakable acts like me and your daughter, did<br>I be coughin layin in the coffin<br>Step out the fantasy world you be lost in<br>Dead man walkin, engage you hawkin<br>>From Pensauken to Vienna<br>I be me and a slew to combat your crew<br>With acrobatics only seen in cartoons<br>Like the Go-ad Rucker, double-pumped ya<br>Puncture, vocally rupture, puff a cluster<br>Ambidextrious, both sides test this<br>Removin wackness like asbestos<br><br>"A-at night, the open mic be invitin me to rhyme"<br>"The open mic...the open mic...at night the open mic be<br>invitin me to rhyme"<br>"Open m-mic, I bring out that box to the shit."<br>"At night, the open mic be invitn me to rhyme...<br>the open mic-mic-m-m-mic be inv..itin me to r-rh-hyme"<br>"Open mic, I bring out that box to the shit"<br><br>[Wordsworth]<br>Yo check it out, yo; From prenatal to cradle and able to print<br>I`m so deep that dirt`s at my naval, my table`s cement<br>You audio/video vaginal, lines imagine a magnitudes<br>That give longitude and latitude some attitudes<br>>From an environment, freestyle`s a requirment<br>I bought every album, then my parents had to hide the rent<br>If my demise commence unexpectantly, just test my pee<br>I bet you see ecstasy or some obscenity inject in me (what else?)<br>I flood your airways, place planes in jeopardy<br>Flights vanish, panick deputies, inspect the sea for jet debris<br>Let it be, and commence the record to play<br>I`m so ahead of my time when I talk there`s a seven second delay<br>Don`t judge a book by its cover when I`m inventin<br>I add your colon to my sentence, and start to pluck off on your appendix<br>Dexterity hurled is about to rally the world<br>You can`t write without using like, what are you some type of valley girl?<br>At open mics, I`m tellin y`all one last time<br>Stop askin for a capellas and then kickin those wach rhymes, flatline<br>what, yo-yo-yo<br><br>"A-a-a-a-a-at-a-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme<br>..the open m...mic be invitin me to r-r...rhyme"<br>"Open mic...I bring out that box to the shit"<br><br>[Thirstin Howl III]<br>I`m accustomed to abiding by freestyle penal code<br>My rhymes are like long drives going down a scenic road<br>Taught discipline through paragraphs, walk backstreets and narrow paths<br>My kicks look dirty and pants sag like I have no ass!<br>Flippin styles that`d pioneered in the Space Age<br>Writin your first paragraph, I`m already on my eighth page<br>For the way you write your rhymes, I could tell you never really made grades<br>Going through life miserable, hatin yourself on payday<br>A pleasant plea, Thirstin in parentheses<br>I heard a mute man mention me to a blind woman on Vescey Street<br>Urged to leave gats alone in memory of Pumpkin and Faster Poem<br>Wouldn`t want my moms to identify me with half the dome!<br>A toast, with high price gangrere<br>Battle the best motherfuckers and whoever they bring here<br>Long term, sought through rations<br>I even put freestyle under special skills when submitting application<br>Flows, that can`t be followed by asthma patients<br>Got a deathwish? Here`s his extension, ask for Satan<br>The rap languages me and more, findin subjects in Singapore<br>Impressin MC`s who swore to God they`d seen it all<br><br>"The open mic be invitin me to rhyme"<br>"...The open mic...the open mic be invitin me to rhyme"<br>"Open mic I bring out that box to the shit"<br>*scratched out by DJ Mighty Mi*