Friday, June 14, 2024

Track selection by: Phenomenal P
The Meaning
The High & Mighty
Album: Home Field Advantage (1999)
Producer: DJ Mighty Mi

Verse 3 (Mr. Eon)

Where your skills at, where the ill raps? 
Where the new tracks, where your heart at? 
Where the new jacks, gettin contracts? 
I got a rhyme that I ain't even wrote yet 
Save the drama classes for the masses 
Hip hop, glacoma, baby I prescribe the glasses 
The vision's near-sighted, and narrow-minded 
The wack shit that you hear, is all hate and fight 
Take it like harder, fools act retarded In '98, lyrics just disregarded 
Now how hard it be yo to really concentrate 
Writin metaphors, wack shit I annihilate 
Now fools comin through spillin much gibberish 
While Mighty Mi and I stay acknicilous 
Raps are bed pan, and I be the nurse 
Removin shit wit lyrics that I disperse 
Nail ya coffin, 'cause you're death's epitome 
Ya fate be taken out is most likely 
Not likely, we be The High & The Mighty 
Stompin out crews, the team of the '90's