Tower of Babel

[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] (x2)
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] (x2)
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] (x2)
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