Lirik Open Mic Night Remix - The High & Mighty
X
TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
featuring Thirstin Howl III, Wordsworth
[Mr. Eon]This is a remix...this is a remix"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme" ---> RakimHigh & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alkemist, Mr. Eon, wreckin shit"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme"Mr. E-O-N must be talkin bout me(Who dat?) The one and only High & Mighty MCWho be perpendicular when I be dickin yaE smoke a bone the size of a fibulaPrepare for the slaughter, the lyrical marauderUnfreakable acts like me and your daughter, didI be coughin layin in the coffinStep out the fantasy world you be lost inDead man walkin, engage you hawkin>From Pensauken to ViennaI be me and a slew to combat your crewWith acrobatics only seen in cartoonsLike the Go-ad Rucker, double-pumped yaPuncture, vocally rupture, puff a clusterAmbidextrious, both sides test thisRemovin wackness like asbestos
"A-at night, the open mic be invitin me to rhyme""The open mic...the open mic...at night the open mic beinvitin me to rhyme""Open m-mic, I bring out that box to the shit.""At night, the open mic be invitn me to rhyme...the open mic-mic-m-m-mic be inv..itin me to r-rh-hyme""Open mic, I bring out that box to the shit"
[Wordsworth]Yo check it out, yo; From cranadle to cradle and able to printI'm so deep that dirt's at my naval, my table submitYou audio/video vaginal, lines imagine a magnitudesThat give longitude and latitude some attitudes>From an environment, freestyle's a requirmentUpon every album, that my parents had to hide the rentIf my demise commence unexpectantly, just test my peeI bet you see ecstasy or some obscenity inject in me (what else?)I flood your airways, place planes in jeopardyFlights vanish, panick deputies, expectancy for jet debrisLet it be, and commence the record to playI'm so ahead of my time when I talk there's a seven second delayDon't judge a book by its cover when I'm inventinI add your colon to my sentence, and start to pluck off on your appendixDexterity hurled is about to rally the worldYou can't write without using like, what are you some type of valley girl?At open mics, I'm tellin y'all one last timeStop askin for a capellas and then kickin those wach rhymes, flatlinewhat, yo-yo-yo
"A-a-a-a-a-at-a-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme..the open m...mic be invitin me to r-r...rhyme""Open mic...I bring out that box to the shit"
[Thirstin Howl III]I'm accustomed to abiding by freestyle penal codeMy rhymes are like long drives going down a scenic roadTaught discipline through paragraphs, walk backstreets and narrow pathsMy kicks look dirty and pants sag like I have no ass!
[Mr. Eon]This is a remix...this is a remix"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme" ---> RakimHigh & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alkemist, Mr. Eon, wreckin shit"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme"Mr. E-O-N must be talkin bout me(Who dat?) The one and only High & Mighty MCWho be perpendicular when I be dickin yaE smoke a bone the size of a fibulaPrepare for the slaughter, the lyrical marauderUnfreakable acts like me and your daughter, didI be coughin layin in the coffinStep out the fantasy world you be lost inDead man walkin, engage you hawkin>From Pensauken to ViennaI be me and a slew to combat your crewWith acrobatics only seen in cartoonsLike the Go-ad Rucker, double-pumped yaPuncture, vocally rupture, puff a clusterAmbidextrious, both sides test thisRemovin wackness like asbestos
"A-at night, the open mic be invitin me to rhyme""The open mic...the open mic...at night the open mic beinvitin me to rhyme""Open m-mic, I bring out that box to the shit.""At night, the open mic be invitn me to rhyme...the open mic-mic-m-m-mic be inv..itin me to r-rh-hyme""Open mic, I bring out that box to the shit"
[Wordsworth]Yo check it out, yo; From cranadle to cradle and able to printI'm so deep that dirt's at my naval, my table submitYou audio/video vaginal, lines imagine a magnitudesThat give longitude and latitude some attitudes>From an environment, freestyle's a requirmentUpon every album, that my parents had to hide the rentIf my demise commence unexpectantly, just test my peeI bet you see ecstasy or some obscenity inject in me (what else?)I flood your airways, place planes in jeopardyFlights vanish, panick deputies, expectancy for jet debrisLet it be, and commence the record to playI'm so ahead of my time when I talk there's a seven second delayDon't judge a book by its cover when I'm inventinI add your colon to my sentence, and start to pluck off on your appendixDexterity hurled is about to rally the worldYou can't write without using like, what are you some type of valley girl?At open mics, I'm tellin y'all one last timeStop askin for a capellas and then kickin those wach rhymes, flatlinewhat, yo-yo-yo
"A-a-a-a-a-at-a-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme..the open m...mic be invitin me to r-r...rhyme""Open mic...I bring out that box to the shit"
[Thirstin Howl III]I'm accustomed to abiding by freestyle penal codeMy rhymes are like long drives going down a scenic roadTaught discipline through paragraphs, walk backstreets and narrow pathsMy kicks look dirty and pants sag like I have no ass!
