Top Prospects Lyrics

Top Prospects lyrics

[mr. eon]
Mr. e is a top prospect, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
Come a little tighter, pull the all-nighter... --the high and the mighty--
Taste this delicious, mystic malicious
Ridiculousness, I tease like my snippets
I strip this down to the core and explore
Many more want what I have in store
For you, in this era, this mic’s still a terror
My scripts consist of printed parchness
I gave the apple to eve and she ate it
Built the pyramids and the sphinx, and now you f**kin hate it
Co-create the reborn, keep this mic torn
My defense is tight like jason sehorn
On these corn on the cobs, lop for pop, now they popcorn
Plus I got a bucket of em, so stick it to em
Bring ruckus to em, slip the ducats to em
Still they gettin ruined when I bring my touch to em
Can’t feel my sh*t no matter what I say
Though they as* out at fappy’s on the bagel buffet, with no delay
Evidence is a top prospect, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
Where the light intense, dope rhymes dispense... --here go the evidence--

[evidence]
--you now tuned into evidence!--
For more than funs and guns, I’m stressed on gettin sex
Yo I take it as it comes, on most occasions
I like my heart, chimes, and organ
But this is for your heartbeats twelve in the morning
Never tense, I rock the flossy, fly sh*t from tchaikovsky
Don’t drink so I get bent when I sip bacardi
Spark this party, no question
Never caught wearin guess, and
Seldom lose when I got my chips on the table
Go against the oz, and face the wizard
So play that evil sh*t then come short, get the blizzard
Why is it you be buildin worlds that’s fake and useless? 
Heads pretend they hard, yo their favorite movie’s lukas
Now you focused like ? caught locusts
This style’s covered like rakim’s, I ain’t no joke, this
Flow is out of control like rap in fact
Man I told em in the front, in the middle, in the back, it’s like that

[mr. eon]
Defari is a top prospect, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
Give em all high-fives, you don’t qualify "here come’s the city
brother" --
Defari
--defari--

[defari]
Yo, pass that gallon I’m hear to score again like marcus allen
From l.a. this mc stallion
Only a few I know got the bomb chronic like ev’
Yo, f**k the nonsense, our likwid eastern conference
And now we do it coast to coast like the liks --the magnificent--
Defari, eon, and evidence
The present tense is dope rhymes to the infinite power
Wack mc’s fight in the yard, I kill the God that towers
And shoot at will shoot to kill with lyrical skills
Like the beatnuts, pop the trunk and watch this bit*hes head for the hills
But in my trunk there’s straight bumps like that
And just a licensed nba spalding notebook, that looks phat
With phat rhymes and there’s pages and pages
This shit’s outrageous, independence connect, drop this ? ? ? 
For wages, blow both indoor and outdoor stages
All ages feel they root like the flute, this gets contagious

[mr. eon]
We are three top prospects, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
Come to the team with tight defense, defari, eon, and evidence