Wordsworth - Open Mic Night Remix lyrics

[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 sh** "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 sh**." "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 sh**" [Wordsworth] 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 a magnitudes That give longitude and latitude some attitudes ]From an environment, freestyle's a requirment 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 obscenity inject in me (what else?) I flood your airways, place planes in jeopardy Flights vanish, panick 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 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 sh**" [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 a**! 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 motherf**ers and whoever they bring here Long term, sought through rations I even put freestyle under special sk**s when submitting application Flows, that can't be followed by asthma patients Got a d**hwish? 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 sh**" *scratched out by DJ Mighty Mi*