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The High & Mighty
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Open Mic Night Remix (Feat. Wordsworth & Thirstin Howell III)
作詞：E Barrier, C Bobbit, J Brown, B Byrd, V Dejesus, William Griffin, Vinson Johnson, A Maman, Christopher Martin, E Meltzer
This is a remix, this is a remix
A-a-at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme' Rakim
High & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alkemist, Mr. Eon, wreckin' shit
A-a-at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme'
Mr. E O N must be talkin' 'bout me
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
It 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' wackiness like asbestos
A-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-m-mic, I bring out that box to the shit
'At night, the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme
The open mic, mic, m-m-mic be invitin' me to r-r-rhyme
'Open mic, I bring out that box to the shit'
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 unexpectedly, just test my pee
I bet you see ecstasy or some obscenity inject in me
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
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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 wach rhymes
Flatline what, yo, yo, yo
A-a-at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme
The open m-m-mic be invitin' me to r-r-rhyme
Open mic I bring out that box to the shit
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 backstreets and narrow paths
My kicks look dirty and pants sag like I have no ass
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 motherfuckers and whoever they bring here
Long term, sought through rations
I even put freestyle under special skills when submitting application
Flows, that can't be followed by asthma patients
Got a deathwish? 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 shit
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