[Intro: Copywrite]

Yo Copywrite MC 78 degrees

Mr. Eon, Alex the Worm King

Smut Peddlers

[Verse 1: Copywrite]

I search for bitch hitchhikers, pick em up, put a wack tape in

If they bob they heads, I strip em naked and rape em

I detect who sucks by how you start your verse

Forget it, then wait for six bars of the beat to pass before you set it

Prowess the hardest, cowards that rock alike

Trying to sound like Pete Nelson but you can't even copy right/Copyywrite

You won't have a chance to cyph' once I advance

Cause I no longer rock the mic, nowadays I avalanche

I'm at the point where non-smokers get high

Before they challenge mine

So when they fuck up, they'll have an alibi

Illuminate the human eye, I'm fast with it

Let me see that new verse you wrote, I'll wipe my ass with it

I get applause and respect, you're too ass to get it

Too many flaws to correct, drop rap and quit it

Pet pions of layman crews

This ain't rap, it's one step beyond what Kevorkian gets paid to do

[Hook: Cage]

We fight in the Tower of Babble, three MC's

And one bow and arrow, a handful of gravel

How far we gotta travel? Facing a road that's narrow

Bring you before the judge and kill you with the gavel

We fight in the Tower of Babble, three MC's

And one bow and arrow, a handful of gravel

How far we gotta travel? Facing a road that's narrow

Bring you before the judge and kill you with the gavel

[Verse 2: Mr. Eon]

The procreator was conceived on top of a fader

When I die, I'll be the ghost that visits your sader

That rose up the bitter herbs and the unleavened

Here cat, here's your contract, lost your incentive

An '85 inventor, Air Max technology

L. Ron Hubbard couldn't see my Scientology

Heads know my name, no need to introduce it

Have you shook worse than a Columbine high school student

This is what I be, the anti-virgin machine

When I come out alive, will the tests come clean?

Your girl gave me passage to her inebriated rectum

Sniff lines so Eon catch a deviated septum

When the herbal glow, I catch vertigo

Say you old school, don't even know "Here We Go"

The theory goes stranded on an island with Amazons

This is Mighty Mi and I'm Eon

[Hook: Copywrite]

We fight in the Tower of Babble, three MC's

And one bow and arrow, a handful of gravel

How far we gotta travel? Facing a road that's narrow

Bring you before the judge and kill you with the gavel

We fight in the Tower of Babble, three MC's

And one bow and arrow, a handful of gravel

How far we gotta travel? Facing a road that's narrow

Bring you before the judge and kill you with the gavel

[Verse 3: Cage]

I smoke fear, shoot loathing for designer clothing slut

I pop backs that pop out of a Cage verse, roaming

The field like a cheerleader, flow like a landspeeder

Bludgeon crews with mics, then twist leak up

Watch Cage get a free fuck, peddling smut

Eat up a Euro slut and spit out the guts

The talk of envious stuck Noid droids among us

You thought you had some lights 'til you seen beams shoot from us

I give the in-out to certain kin out that share

The same blood as you. After blunt, she pull my shin out

Finish your verse

While I commence to school emcees like Colorado words

The Illest Four Letter Word, observe how I serve

You pray for less, MF, 'til I come off with sealed verse

My pen retaliates through ways of my wit

If your rhyme ain't shit, then I'll bash you in your shit

[Hook: Mr. Eon]

We fight in the Tower of Babble, three MC's

And one bow and arrow, a handful of gravel

How far we gotta travel? Facing a road that's narrow

Bring you before the judge and kill you with the gavel

We fight in the Tower of Babble, three MC's

And one bow and arrow, a handful of gravel

How far we gotta travel? Facing a road that's narrow

Bring you before the judge and kill you with the gavel