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letra de nowhere to hide at - the high & mighty

[eon]
murderous on mics, and my alibis a comedy
the evidence has got to be printed on the quantigy
the cannibus cup poll panelists, award -n-lysts
we don’t build this sh-t, we dismantle it
turnin’ icy rocks to little rubber piles
white hop meltin’ up sp-ce shuttle tiles
bring that cr-p to your lap with desktop
or end up like george pop at the rest stop

[copywrite]
spit ’til your chest pop, still can’t get a guest stop
only way you pushin’ whips is workin’ at a s-x shop
the hot hole theif, with a glock so creep
you might as well be amish, you ain’t got no heat
plus y’all ain’t sh-t, never was sh-t, never will be
if you pull out a nine, barretta, milli, you better k!ll me
a canibal, beat my dates, then i beat the case
f-ck the pssy your honor, i just want to eat the face

[hook, eon] – 2x
you know where to hide at
we know where you ride at
smoke too much dro, can’t deny that
gotta bounce to the rest to like that
eon and copywrite b-tch
you best rewind that

[copywrite]
i’ll shoot a pop star if you don’t gimme everything out the wallet
drop bars like a recovering alcoholic
got cowards b-tchin’, burried in crack is how i’m sh-ttin’
flippin’ the clip and spittin’ until i’m outta writtens
you want some? son i blaze through mics
y’all don’t know my name
your mom’s dumb and the b-tch ain’t raised you right
got flows to make you know what fear god
you’re tryin’ real hard to blow
instead you’re blowin’ real hard

[eon]
you know when i feel odd, and i catch a chill too
you really ain’t sh-t ’til suge knight wanna k!ll you
spit sh-t nicer than my enemy’s style
go black, still get booed like destiny’s child
at first union, it’s the worst human
i’m much tuned out to rather be tuned in
i just laugh when they throw their heat
cause their sh-t sound like an old two-way beat

[hook] – 2x

[eon]
eon been rhymin’ since the move bombin’
cause me and mic booths got too much in common
both transmit amp sh-t
even if you put me on the same mic you amped the band with
i turn your dome peice to sausage mcm-ffin
apply candy yams and a stove top stuffin’
cause e.c. came straight from b. street
i’m high, but i’m risin’ much more than three feet

[copywrite]
i barely spoke and got ’em open wide
so when i make noise, make room
all jokes aside
watch your kids, this cat is thirsty
i expose you raw seeds like a bag of dirt weed
lord forgive me for what i’m admittin’ to
in the confession booth, repentin’ for sins i didn’t do
read the bible drunk with my tongue inside a nun
use my d-ck for a rolex, my time has come

[hook] – 2x

- the high mighty

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