Open Mic Night

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The High & Mighty

The High & Mighty are an underground hip hop duo from Philadelphia consisting of rapper Mr. Eon ("The High", b. Erik Meltzer) and DJ Mighty Mi ("The Mighty", b. Milo Berger). Their commercial debut was in 1999 on the underground rap label Rawkus with their album, Home Field Advantage, featuring rappers such as Mos Def, Kool Keith, What? What?, Cage Kennylz, Pharoahe Monch, Evidence of Dilated Peoples, Defari and Eminem. They later left Rawkus, distributing the records issued by their own record company Eastern Conference Records via Landspeed Records. They also established a group called Smut Peddlers with Cage and published an album called Porn Again. more »

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1999

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[Mr. Eon] 

This is a remix...this is a remix 
"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" 
High & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alkemist, Mr. Eon, wreckin' shit 
"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" 
Mr. E-O-N must be talkin 'bout me 
(Who dat?) The one and only High & Mighty MC 
Who be perpendicular when I be dickin' ya 
E smoke a bone the size of a fibula 
Prepare for the slaughter, the lyrical marauder 
Unfreakable acts like me and your daughter, did 
I be coughin' layin' in the coffin 
Step out the fantasy world you be lost in 
Dead man walkin', engage you hawkin' 

From Pensauken to Vienna 
I be me and a slew to combat your crew 
With acrobatics only seen in cartoons 
Like the Go-ad Rucker, double-pumped ya 
Puncture, vocally rupture, puff a cluster 
Ambidextrous, both sides test this 
Removin' wackness like asbestos 

"A-at night, the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" 
"The open mic...the open mic...at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" 
"Open m-mic, I bring out that box to the shit." 
"At night, the open mic be invitn' me to rhyme... 
The open mic-mic-m-m-mic be invitin' me to r-rh-hyme" 
"Open mic, I bring out that box to the shit" 


[Wordsworth] 

Yo check it out, yo. 
From cranadle to cradle and able to print 
I'm so deep that dirt's at my naval, my table submit 
You audio/video vaginal, lines imagine a magnitudes 
That give longitude and latitude some attitudes 

From an environment, freestyle's a requirement 
Upon every album, that my parents had to hide the rent 
If my demise commence unexpectantly, just test my pee 
I bet you see ecstasy or some obscenity inject in me (what else?) 
I flood your airways, place planes in jeopardy 
Flights vanish, panic deputies, expectancy for jet debris 
Let it be, and commence the record to play 
I'm so ahead of my time when I talk there's a seven second delay 
Don't judge a book by its cover when I'm inventin' 
I add your colon to my sentence, and start to pluck off on your appendix 
Dexterity hurled is about to rally the world 
You can't write without using like, what are you some type of valley girl? 
At open mics, I'm tellin' y'all one last time 
Stop askin' for a capellas and then kickin' those wack rhymes, flat line 
what, yo-yo-yo 

"A-a-a-a-a-at-a-at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme...
the open m...mic be invitin' me to r-r...rhyme" 
"Open mic...I bring out that box to the shit" 

[Thirstin Howl III] 

I'm accustomed to abiding by freestyle penal code 
My rhymes are like long drives going down a scenic road 
Taught discipline through paragraphs, walk back streets and narrow paths 
My kicks look dirty and pants sag like I have no ass! 
Flippin' styles that'd pioneered in the Space Age 
Writin' your first paragraph, I'm already on my eighth page 
For the way you write your rhymes, I could tell you never really made grades 
Going through life miserable, hatin' yourself on payday 
A pleasant plea, Thirstin in parentheses 
I heard a mute man mention me to a blind woman on Vescey Street 
Urged to leave gats alone in memory of Pumpkin and Faster Poem 
Wouldn't want my moms to identify me with half the dome! 
A toast, with high price gangrere 
Battle the best motherfuckers and whoever they bring here 
Long term, sought through rations 
I even put freestyle under special skills when submitting application 
Flows, that can't be followed by asthma patients 
Got a death wish? Here's his extension, ask for Satan 
The rap languages me and more, findin' subjects in Singapore 
Impressin' MC's who swore to God they'd seen it all 

"The open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" 
"...The open mic...the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" 
"Open mic I bring out that box to the shit"

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