High And Mighty The Half Lyrics

The Half Lyrics

originally appeared on the "New York State of Rhyme" compilation  

  

 [Mr. Eon]  

 I encompass, a circumfrence, of your compass  

 Smokey the Bear's opponent, face atonement  

 The kama sutra tutor, the Mets rooter  

 Shorties like my slick finger like ?Bruce Sooter?  

 You caught in this web of the spider  

 The High and the Mighty, might be, slightly, violent  

 It's High-ly the one to leave the sun rayless  

 Now your style's cheaply made like a pair of Payless  

 Pick apart your secondary, like Jim Plunkett  

 Who woulda thunk it? Titanic-ally, I fuckin sunk it  

 Hope to have a spot like George and Wheezy  

 Chocolate peanut butter shit, like Reese's and feces  

 We sees, the observable, absurdable  

 My elements enough to make a kid take a pull  

 No preservatives, but I'm still edible  

 I need my shit green to remain incredible  

  

 Chorus: Mr. Eon (repeat 2X)  

  

 You don't know the half  

 Half of me want it all, the other half-assed  

 I'm halfway there  

 I be, death-defyin, within def rhymin  

 Periphery, I can see the whole vicinity  

  

 [Mr. Eon]  

 I be a misfit of science, like Andre the Giant  

 You need to SHUT UP, givin divine solids  

 Amongst two million, I still be the ill one  

 Multiply two zillion, I'ma still come  

 with stupidity, turnin Santa to Satan  

 Rantin and ravin, while you cave in  

 See I love the sugar walls, get with my hand though  

 And waxin off will be the death of me like Rambo  

 Calisthetics, on any premise, yo well it's  

 the Gleam Hornet, Eon, uncommon  

 like Brian Piccolo's piccolo  

 Mr. Verbal still remain, like Vinny DelNegro  

 I shine golden when you see me, like C-3-P-O  

 I'm PO'd, by a microphone B-O  

 But me though, need the weed green like ?Grit-o?  

 Keep that shit tight like Grandpa's Speedos  

  

 Chorus  

  

 [Mr. Eon]  

 Your pitiful spittle, pales to the hale  

 In full scale, you're straight monorail  

 My impact is Amtrak, you toy Lionel  

 You're Slinkies and Weebles fail to prevail  

 You couldn't even fuck with my echo  

 You better let go, desperad', face the barrage  

 You can't mess with Eric the Derelict  

 Cherish it, while we smoke on this green relish it  

 cause I, huff on Dutches, Felipe couldn't spark  

 Step into a spot, thinkin I'm a NARC  

 It's pathetic, my lifestyle is energetic  

 When I wreck the set, even Leon couldn't Lett it happen  

 The High induce the hand-clappin  

 Hallucinations, that you seen from the rappin  

 My hands stink, from the snatch I be slappin  

 Step into the Coliseum, what the fuck happened?  

  

 Chorus  

  

 <>{"You don't even know the half.." - cut by Mighty Mi