The high and mighty the hole repertoire lyrics

f/ Cage







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







[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]



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



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



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



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



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



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



"Sinister" [Mr. Eon]







[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