[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