(feat. Cage, Mr. Eon)



[Jay-Z: cut and scratched] "You know the whole repertoire"



[Mr. Eon]

Catch the Raid, intoxic from roach spray I puff on

Mr. Slithers, now you're gay like Waylan Smithers

I be Mr. Burns, huff trees and cei-lings

Destroy any race, color, creed

I come wit readings, ?atour? selections, bent erections

The outcome is known just like fixed elections



[Cage]

I make cake like conjuctive-itis

Yo can't see me wit your pinned up eyelids

I burn in all climates

Got chicks wit grips stuff crystal up they sinus

I pull your insides out like Polo parka liners

Twice birth-ed, questionably earth bred dumb

Develop new scars on my neck from where I first lived



[Mr. Eon]

Intention's be synical, outshine the critical

This spherical miracle, wit cadence that's greatest

Debate this, ?each case? is serial rapist

And Dick Starbuck, now your town run amuck

We pillage ya village, snatchin up smurfettes

And suckin on they titties like chicken croquette



[Cage]

I saw three cuties, gettin molested at the movies

I would of broke it up but the attackers was my stroogies

No conscience like I'm solace

I stay up in boxes like New York's homeless

I run train wit split personalities

Wit connected at the knees, siamese analogies



[Chorus]

[Cage] "I'm obvious oblivian but that's my science"

[Mr. Eon] "Could you possibly fathom what the dome be equipped with"

[Mr. Eon] "I bring it, to the head piece-piece"

[Cage] "Agent Orange, stompin on MC-C"

"I'm obvious oblivian but that's my science"

[Mr. Eon] "Rippable fact"  "Agent Orange" "Rippable fact"

[Mr. Eon] "Sinister"



[Cage]

You suck like a sucabus, I write rhymes in incubus

To blow your Face Off, courtesy Cage not Nicolas

But mad Christialist, Sunday's rock black bathrooms

Pimp shit like warlocks in washington clothes

Heads make blood pressure, pop vessel stretcher

Bring dead as the sixth starters, digest ya



[Mr. Eon]

Your fake illusion be strictly optical

My optimal intake is always optimal

Eliminatin pussies, call me gynecological

Removin velopians, call me hysterical

?Hits erectemy's? a remedy, peep streadily

Mic in my hand is where the metal be



[Cage]

In a unfulfilled quest to find out who's tightest

On the run, yeah I spray cats like grafitti writers

I spit phrases, painted wit tainted day-es

Pontius Pilate/piloting plane for sem-sane

Plus Cage is the aviator

Alex the Great'll kill desader

Masacous lyricist DJ with his own fader



[Mr. Eon]

Reap havoc on the mic like Haman's in Jerusalem

Wit napalm, and the pipe bombs, we be doin em

But cover up like flab on abdominal

Now you wanna smoke the E, I deal in chronicals

Watch the watch, while you peep the hypnotics

Now my conscience be obnoxious if you knock this



[Chorus]