* 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 butter shit 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

Fuck 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



[Chorus]

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 shit, 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 shit 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 shits

My name stand between MC's lips like clits

Threw you off the roof cuz you thought your ass was fly

Till I bungeed off the top and stuck needles in your third eye

Wild shit 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 BULLSHIT

Witness legendary tales as opposed to clones

They like microscopic versions of Indiana Jones

?? Lost,  Temple of Doom the chorus

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

Shitted on the Tidybowl man, left his boat

Left him fuckin 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 shit talker, the spittin litterbug

I'm watchin you little children like a babysitter does



Chorus



*Cut and scratched* "One by one" 4x