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* originally appeared on the "new york state of rhyme" compilation[mr. eon] |
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I encompass, a circumfrence, of your compass |
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Smokey the bear's opponent, face atonement |
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The kama sutra tutor, the mets rooter |
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Shorties like my slick finger like? bruce sooter? |
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You caught in this web of the spider |
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The high and the mighty, might be, slightly, violent |
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It's high-ly the one to leave the sun rayless |
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Now your style's cheaply made like a pair of payless |
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Pick apart your secondary, like jim plunkett |
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Who woulda thunk it? titanic-ally, i ****in sunk it |
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Hope to have a spot like george and wheezy |
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Chocolate peanut butter shit, like reese's and feces |
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We sees, the observable, absurdable |
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My elements enough to make a kid take a pull |
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No preservatives, but i'm still edible |
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I need my shit green to remain incredible |
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Chorus: mr. eon (repeat 2x) |
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You don't know the half |
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Half of me want it all, the other half-assed |
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I'm halfway there |
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I be, death-defyin, within def rhymin |
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Periphery, i can see the whole vicinity[mr. eon] |
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I be a misfit of science, like andre the giant |
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You need to shut up, givin divine solids |
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Amongst two million, i still be the ill one |
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Multiply two zillion, i'ma still come |
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With stupidity, turnin santa to satan |
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Rantin and ravin, while you cave in |
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See i love the sugar walls, get with my hand though |
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And waxin off will be the death of me like rambo |
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Calisthetics, on any premise, yo well it's |
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The gleam hornet, eon, uncommon |
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Like brian piccolo's piccolo |
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Mr. verbal still remain, like vinny delnegro |
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I shine golden when you see me, like c-3-p-o |
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I'm po'd, by a microphone b-o |
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But me though, need the weed green like? grit-o? |
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Keep that shit tight like grandpa's speedos |
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Chorus[mr. eon] |
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Your pitiful spittle, pales to the hale |
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In full scale, you're straight monorail |
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My impact is amtrak, you toy lionel |
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You're slinkies and weebles fail to prevail |
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You couldn't even **** with my echo |
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You better let go, desperad', face the barrage |
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You can't mess with eric the derelict |
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Cherish it, while we smoke on this green relish it |
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Cause i, huff on dutches, felipe couldn't spark |
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Step into a spot, thinkin i'm a narc |
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It's pathetic, my lifestyle is energetic |
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When i wreck the set, even leon couldn't lett it happen |
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The high induce the hand-clappin |
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Hallucinations, that you seen from the rappin |
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My hands stink, from the snatch i be slappin |
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Step into the coliseum, what the **** happened? |
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Chorus{"you don't even know the half." -> cut by mighty mi} |
