Open Mic Night

[Baby Blak] Who got the live rhyme flow, kick like Tae Kwon Do Dime wit the bomb show, let the Messiah shine glow Off of twenty ? Cubans, twist that shit Let the herb hang out of two ends, what the fuck ya'll doin? You're new when it comes to this rap shit The fact is you backwards, fuck your signing power and your track, bitch I smack kids for less than that (guessin that) Ya'll niggas jealous cuz we blessed in rap, stressin that Finessin tracks ain't a thing to me and E We can take shit back to 1983, when you saw the Baby B Crazily, ten years later, D.C., '93 Hotel lobbies walkin by me like five-three Tryin to size me, my eyes see, what the wise see On some grown shit is what the fuck Ill-Advise be He who tries me be comin through on diplomatic immunity The simple fact of what ya'll couldn't do to me Ya'll unity be two or three, my crew and me be two-thirty-three Whole community's a truancy to do dirt and flee What it be nigga, explosive Ya'll come like Muslims on Christmas Wit no gift, no spliff I still blow shit, what 'Scuse please, don't mean to step on toes Lyrical anti-perspirant keep ya'll wet from flows Put the needle to the wax and let the DJ know Gotta let it go, never drug TKO Chorus [Mr. Eon] (Baby Blak) 2x *Together* It's open mic night, callin all MC's up *Together* Roll them trees up, keep them hooker's knees up Now Baby Blak where you at? (Mr. E where you be?) *Together* Worldwide, Illadel out to NYC [Mr. Eon] I never toted no mac, ate a thousand Big Mac's You wack because you lack essential facts Or scriptures, got a thousand words for your picutres You think you ripped yours, well I got ripped drawers Said I'm shittin from the sky wit your umbrellas up Got more spunk than your fuckin dumb fellas, nut Your princess is moist, big girls need a hoist See I got this ill tape for you and your boys Included is Mi and I vocalist And my man Alchemist wit the green that I twist I shoot from the hip wit no use of the wrist I guess that's why when I ball I shoot bricks But when I shoot gizz I can't miss the eyelids I bring it to the headpiece and that wig Not to mention ascensions, the inventions (like what?) Baby Blak and Mr. wit intentions of other dimensions Do you really know E? Can you tell that I be the one like Obi? Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em And we will even see the fuckin third millennium I be the High one and Mi be the Mighty That don't mean that Milo don't get high wit me That's the way we get down so fuck this etiquette We be shittin on fools, givin em diuretics Chorus [Rahsheed] Behind the mist, peep the relic of rap Feelin this vindictive orantor unmatched The sound crash, Alkaholik like Tash Puff stress like Meth till I run out of cash Iron flash, mad skillls to build my own deal My estate, fly ball left field Triology spill so it permeates funk Two dutches of skunk, straitjacket pre-shrunk And listen to dialect because I talk drugs and sex And then again kick a rhyme or respect, before you eject Give the open mic night style Peace to Jazzy Joe, Paul Yams, and Star Child '86 baby Chorus 2x [Mr. Eon] Home Field Advantage throughout the playoffs Mr. Eon, get his sway off (And one) The Alchemist twistin Might Mi strapped in for the mission Baby Blak