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* 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}

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