Girl: Soon you'll have a band
 Mr. Eon: It's just my voice and this hand
 Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands
 Eon: What
 Girl: Soon you'll have a band
 Eon: It's just my voice and this hand
 Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands
 Eon: Cause
 Girl: We don't have a band
 Eon: It's just my voice and this hand
 Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands
 Girl: We don't have a band
 Eon: It's just my voice and this hand
 Girl: That's what hip hop was and still stands

 Verse 1:
 Death to the mic, Starbuck's on arrival
 Raised in Illadel where I wrecked the recital
 Introduced Jack Daniels to Mary Jane
 Now they dating in my body, shit ain't the same
 Your petty thinking cat need training like Amtrak
 Can't stand that, need to abandon that
 Catch a random violent act, over a phantom track
 With zoot suits and Hammer pants, we ain't wearin' that
 Swearin' that they nice, when I'm vastly, more nasty
 Trashy, trying to be all cute and dashing
 To alien crafts, I'm unabductible
 My visionary path is unobstructible
 With the dope we on, Ma look like a Pokemon
 Arsenic laced lyrics that you choking on
 Catch my illest tale up on story boards
 Like my latest smorgasbord with 40 whores

 Chorus:
 High & Mighty nicest, too hot spittable
 Mr. Eon's frequency's untrasmittible
 Come around the way, we don't act hospitable
 Can't see us, so on stage we invisible
 (Repeat)

 Verse 2:
 Killed Billy Blanks with Tae-Bo, puffin' hydro
 But guess what kids?, I wasn't even high though
 A thousand thirty words can't describe my sturdy turds
 Absurd, like 30 nerds doing the Dirty Bird, in Atlanta
 Trash, skidded up Pampers
 Looking like some old washed up exotic dancers
 Trains get sprayed like high schoolers these days
 They don't listen to hip hop, they checkin' Green Day
 My unexpectedness is like the '69 Mets
 My 69 wets on my Penthouse pets
 A mic, better snatch it
 Record, gotta scratch it
 A loop, better catch it
 The blunt, better ash it
 Who wanna see me erupt?
 Like I had beans, tacos, pizza and Chinese for lunch
 Watch me daydream about Tyra's vagina
 Take a VH to it, catch me in the all nighter

 Chorus

 Verse 3:
 I'm the illest one, I'll smoke L's for 50 years
 Catch emphysema, then sue Phillie Blunts
 Really stunts, no need for elaborate tactics
 Just lick your lips and presto!, it's my mattress
 Electrocute you in wet clothing articles
 Send your air particles to the Antarcticas
 With no bubble Nauticas, no fleeces
 More popular in Brooklyn than Pee Wee Reese is
 More infamous in L.I. than Colin Ferguson
 More hated Uptown that Mayor Rudy son
 I'm David Berkowitz, when I be spurtin' this
 Son of Sam on this here diagram
 Fuck immaculate conception, I was Anakin's dad
 Took the book to Amsterdam, now the Vatican's sad
 See my, boys are nuts ill ploys on cuts
 Your Mattels can't swell, you be Toys'R'Us

 Chorus

 Outro:
 Yes indeed, too hot
 The spittablest, Mr. Eon
 Yes indeed, Dick Starbuck
 Comin' through once again
 DJ Mighti Mi, Henry Spitty