Jedi Son of Spock, Mr. Eon, Avatar the Articulate, and Percee P Freestyle (Scenes of the Underworld)

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Eddie Ill & D.L. ft. Jedi Son of Spock, Mr. Eon, Avatar the Articulate, and Percee P - "Jedi Son of Spock, Mr. Eon, Avatar the Articulate, and Percee P Freestyle (Scenes of the Underworld)" [Emcee(s): Jedi Son of Spock, Mr. Eon, Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh), and Percee P] [Producer(s): DJ Mighty Mi] [Intro: Jedi Son of Spock] Word. Yo, Eddie Ill. D.L., yo (Mighty Mi). What? Jedi, yo. Avatar, yo. Percee P, yo (Mr. Eon). What? Yo. Check it [Verse 1: Jedi Son of Spock] When Jedi Spits rhymes, his enzymes get chemically tested I've just been medically arrested for holding The oxygen of hostages and feeding them carbon diox- -ide—pardon the carbon monoxide I'm carving some hot rhymes in your face with a hot knife while I'm Slowly harassing y'all and get away with the Crime like the set of an ambassador. After all I'm clapping y'all with classic material that is On-and-off-the-wall, and if I'm forced to call More of my men, then it's more of your men that is forced to fall On and off the map, then back on beat 'cause I Never escaped, so whatever you rep or reflect, I'll deflect Reset to put you on reset. The House of Repz Speaks nothing but the truth. I'm gonna rhyme until Smoke leaks out the booth and blows out the roof and your Ears bleed and identity is unknown to me And the rest of the family—fuck it, the rest of the galaxy More graphic than any gallery—that's why niggas be Feeling my shit like pottery and every record company Now wants a part of me. As for emcees, they get The fifth degree, so they plead the Fifth and their body Shifts degrees—those who were standing now fall Off of the face of this Earth, then they get replace... ments So I was placed on this Earth to bring it to your face like a priest With a Eucharist. I'll guarantee you'll feel my presence Like Christ on the crucifix. What? [Interlude 1: Mr. Eon] Yo, yo. Mr. E. Home-field advantage, home-field advantage throughout the playoffs. Home-field advantage. We do it like High-and-Mighty style, yo [Verse 2: Mr. Eon] My soul's in the clutches of the sin that I spin E-W-E. Your epic is septic Skeptics exit. This next shit is hectic Hold down Lex with my erect eclectics The new mutants. Your shit ain't worth two cents Present false pretense while I'm tree-dense Cannot keep kosher—bacon inhaler Eon sacrilegious, inhaling swine dishes I clench the stench. You call it hellish Have the Dutches, roll it up to fulfill my blunt fetish God pass me over—last blood resident Constant torment inventing elements Horrific when lifted, terrific when spliffted Your 'burb's to the curb. My proverb's superb I'll rock from top tens, decades, to air MACs These weapons are worthy, stay laced on the track [Verse 3: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] Yo, what's The price for articulous, meticulous melodies? Persistent penalties, lickers, and felonies steadily Decreases the wild beast—we're tamed by the music Get a bomb and diffuse it. Mics I bruises, switch like Rubik's With fluid swiftness. How could you fool that you could rip this? I'm cooler than eucalyptus, mental riches is my gift, and in This world, I'ma revolve, evolve to something greater Later for gators and caviar. In light of Avatar The star to shine constellation style, constantly making piles Infiltrate your mind. It's the high life blinding all Your eyesight to slice like a knife fight, hyping up The mic right, dig it? I get specific when I kick it I'll fall like spigots, I'm wicked and shipless, I'll fiend to rip this In your ear. I'm gifted, I'll leave the engineer in stitches Envision prisms and magnify cataclysms to shatter guys Without a alibi. Verbal towns fly, passing by To penetrate producers, mighty juicers, thug abusers Mugging losers with Rugers, I'm your interlude intruder [Interlude 2: Percee P] Yeah, yeah, yeah. Check it out. The Rhyme Inspector Percee P representing hardcore's finest. Check it out. Uh, uh [Verse 4: Percee P] What I State's dope—take notes and create quotes. That Ricki Lake loc, I'll make jokes at you fake folks Your hurt up or get smashed quick, fast if your shit's trash You better skip past me 'cause I kick ass. Word up, ha My fans a nation. Why? My grammar's based in More shit than sanitation—every man is facing contamination Got my band trailing, your hands sailing Fans kill, then jam real, and flakers Van Halen It's the man who rip cliques and clans. When shit hits The fan, you won't get to land shit with the hands I can get Madonna. Money, your threats are minor. In bed, you'll find a Bitch with a wet vagina dripping with my cassette behind her Give me dap. I'll decapitate and break your knee caps When P rap, dope rhyme fiends go into relapse I know your ass heard of Percee P. Your whole Crew versus me? Kid, that'll be first degree mass murder It's like this and like that, y'all. Black We're back to smack these wack new jacks who rap, y'all [Outro: Percee P] Boom! You're doomed. Yeah (Eddie Ill). Underground hardness (D.L.). Word up (Hard like that)