Smut Peddlers - One By One (Revamped) lyrics

* originally on Eastern Conference All-Stars LP "I shapeshift" [Mr. Eon] [Mr. Eon] I shapeshift to a spliff Light myself up Ignite the mic and felt up Your bu*ter sh** get melt up Your mic is falling on, needs to be helped up Snatch your rap belt up Blaze the tron, Eon the phenom I'm on par with rap czars Fascist dictators Dick Starbuck and I'm playin Space Invaders Standin so close, made you liable Turn your Rap Bible to the false idols I been bringin doom to the groom Snatchin up the bridal I'll hoch paragraphs, invest in ebola f** you up like Pop Rocks and Coco-Cola Tryin to be cute like Mun Chi Chi Really catch a nut from munchin on deez Hundreds please, honey don't make a peep In 2G it's only our word that we keep [Hook] You in the wrong place You in the wrong time You with the wrong someone Smut Peddlers, false poets get done One by one, by one by one You in the wrong place You in the wrong time You with the wrong someone Smuth Peddlers, false poets get done "Every morning, every evening" [Mr. Eon] You in the wrong place Seen the stupid look on your face Get done/Dunn like Warrick, but never even saw it Yo Cage show em how you go Inject the raw sh**, MC's gonna forfeit [Cage] I was thrown in this lifeform wit basic essentials Like screamin over other cats' rhymes like they instrumentals Sacrifice mics, in front of my following You sh** your insides out and go barefoot wallowing Swallowing, woodern crosses, I'm nauseous Fourth the pale horses, insect lynches, dental flosses Don't practice witchcraft, I got a craft which sh**s My name stand between MC's lips like clits Threw you off the roof cuz you thought your a** was fly Till I bungeed off the top and stuck needles in your third eye Wild sh** like this comes from boredom in my forehead My cousin in Serbia said there's more dead And there's even more dead livin upstate Middletown New York where young girls and dogs procreate Call your local Agent up for a fix If you outta cake, I'll take duct-taped up playmates Chorus [Cage] When the weakest of the foodchain steps it up You might come complete with a lot of BULLsh*t Witness legendary tales as opposed to clones They like microscopic versions of Indiana Jones Raiders of Ark Lost, Doom, the temple of course Goin out like the Last Crusade against the Source You know my name like the blonde flame tryin clone it What opponents? Those are kids I spit on last year Still soaking [Mr. Eon] Think about the battle before you start em You'd be better off with a John Rocker jersey up in Harlem sh**ted on the Tidybowl man, left his boat Left him f**in drownin in the trek that I quote I turn your tranquil land into a savage garden Eon run through New York like Curtis Martin The sh** talker, the spittin litterbug I'm watchin you little children like a babysitter does Chorus *Cut and scratched* "One by one" 4x