THE HIGH & MIGHTY - The Half lyrics

rate me

[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 x2: Mr. Eon]

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]

[cut by Mighty Mi: "You don't even know the half.."]