[Intro: Mr. Eon, Rakim sample scratched by Mighty Mi]
"At night, the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme"
This is a remix, this is a remix
"At night, the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme"
High & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alchemist, Thirstin Howl, wreckin' shit
"At night, the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme"
[Verse 1: Mr. Eon]
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 Pennsauken to Vienna
It be me and a slew to combat your crew
With acrobatics only seen in cartoons
Like the GOAT at Rucker, double-pumped ya
Puncture, vocally rupture, puff a cluster
Ambidextrous, both sides test this
Removin' wackness like asbestos
[Hook: DJ Mighty Mi scratches]
"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 mic, I bring out that boxcutter shit"
"At night, the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme"
"The open mic-mic-m-m-mic be inv..itin' me to r-rh-hyme"
"Open mic, I bring out that boxcutter shit"
[Verse 2: Wordsworth]
(Punch and Words – check it out, y'all)
Yo, check it out, yo... from prenatal to cradle and able to print
I'm so deep that dirt's at my naval, my table's cement
You audio/video vaginal, lines imagine at magnitudes
That give longitude and latitude some attitudes
From an environment, freestyle's a requirement
I bought every album, then my parents had to hide the rent
If my demise commence unexpectantly, just test my pee
I bet you see ecstasy, or some upset MC injectin' me (What else?)
I flood your airways, place planes in jeopardy
Flights vanish, panic deputies inspect the sea 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'll add your colon to my sentence
And start the book off with 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 cappellas and then kickin' those wack rhymes
Flatline – what? (Yo, yo, yo)
[Hook: DJ Mighty Mi scratches]
"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 boxcutter shit"
[Verse 3: 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!
Flippin' styles that would be pioneered in the Space Age
Writin' your first paragraph, I'm already on my eighth page
For the way you write your rhymes, I can 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 Vesey Street
Urged to leave gats alone, in memory of Pumpkin and Fats Capone
Wouldn't want my Moms to identify me with half a dome!
A toast, with high priced Sangria
Battle the best motherfuckers and whoever they bring here
Long term, short through rations
I even put "Freestyle" under 'Special Skills' when submitting application
Flows – that can't be followed by asthma patients
Got a death wish? Here's his extension, ask for Satan
The rap languages is mi amor, findin' subjects in Singapore
Impressin' MCs who swore to God they had seen it all
[Outro: DJ Mighty Mi scratches]
"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 boxcutter shit"
