Featuring Thirstin Howl III, Wordsworth




[Mr. Eon]



This Is A Remix...this Is A Remix



"A-a-a-at-at Night The Open Mic Be Invitin Me To Rhyme" ---> Rakim



High & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alkemist, Mr. Eon, Wreckin Shit



"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



Ambidextrious, 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 Shit."



"At Night, The Open Mic Be Invitn Me To Rhyme...



The Open Mic-mic-m-m-mic Be Inv..itin Me To R-rh-hyme"



"Open Mic, I Bring Out That Box To The Shit"




[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 Requirment



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, Panick 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 Wach Rhymes, Flatline



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 Shit"




[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 Backstreets And Narrow Paths



My Kicks Look Dirty And Pants Sag Like I Have No Ass!