THE HIGH & MIGHTY - Dirty Decibels lyrics

(feat. Pharaohe Monch)

YO!

[Chorus: Pharaohe Monch]

Microphone mutilator, ill translator

Dirty decible, qualified live

Livin, to fight another day, rhymes spray

Devestate your diagram in any meley

[repeat]

[Verse One: Mr. Eon]

Was gonna rip out your heart, show it to ya

Holes I couldn't find there, plus your mindless

Nicest, your reign is time on crisis

You trying to see me, you just might become eyeless

Even if you rewind this, I dumbfound the wisest

Scientists, slice ya spinless

Start to the end of us, we blend venomous

Tremendous nemesis to your mere presence

Undefeatable, inject placebos

Where the tree grows, is where the E goes

My ego's big too, ask your amigos

Megaton flasher, psychadellic thrasher

Boom-bam-basher, transluscent

I see through you too, you my student

The protege of the soulsonic, who want it?

Entise, you an addict to my phonics...Pharaohe!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Mr. Eon]

Hydrolic, your rhyme's prehistoric

To the most corsic MC, flame retarted, I've lost it

Major frame damage, better get Maaco

Cult member, survived Heaven's Gate and Waco, too

Fondu you, in your own cheese, Eon

Orange double-tron, complete live screen

Burnin up all the atlas with acid

Velocity even Chris Carter couldn't catch this

I got your squadron, with chronic head-nodded

Practice calisthenics, impress regiments

The best medicine against any rhyme virus

Follow in the path of Isis and Osirus

Iris and retna, see through the hopeless

Spittin, tryin to comatose this, the dopest

This is evident, I shine my defness

Pullin guns on critics like Wyclef did

I have graf artists breakin

B-boy's dee-jay'in

Dee-jay's spinnin on linoleum pavements

Breakers writin their name in graffiti

Plus everyone wanna be a fresh MC

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Mr. Eon]

I wire-tap mics, plug in turntables

And glance is enhanced by advanced ?saran lance?

Have you trailed by my associates

Solely the holiest, they detect you the phoniest

The story be untold, they broke the mold

And burned the ingredients that's etched on the scroll

Screamin in your grill, still subliminal

Elegant, with the illest intent to hellband

Outspoken, with shit you be quotin

Slay aliens with this mic I be totin

Then rhyme over techno, the feed's from my echo

Chop men's torsos, bodily morsels

Stay mind-boggling, you can't equate

The essence of the turntable, great is the state!

Your fingerpaints, and I'm classic Greek sculpture

This mic toucher, leave your dome ruptured

[Chorus: last word echoes]