High And Mighty Open Mic Night Remix Lyrics

Open Mic Night Remix Lyrics

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!  

 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"  

 *scratched out by DJ Mighty Mi