Open Mic Nite, Pt. 1 (feat. Lord Sear, Benn Grimm as Brother Sambuca, Rodan as Dr. Moraue, & Louis Logic as Himself)

Wow, wow, hey, yeah, alright, man, that was great.

BYE! Get the fuck out of here. That was nice. Cut

His mic off, thank you

I am back, I am your host, little Willie B, representing

The hood, God damn it. A little fat nigga who got

Money, so fuck you! Up next, we got the open mic

Poetry event, the fifteenth annual, sponsored by

Motherfucking Valentine, Cross Country Clothing,

And a lot of wack shit that the hood will not wear

Anymore. We got my man up first. His name is

Sambuca. Give it up for Sambuca, y'all, come on!

The mic is here, stupid! Come here Sambuca

This is the tone

The tone that I speak

The voice

The unheard voice of my people

Black

White

People

Purple

Yellow

Where do we stand

Or does it matter

(I don't, goddammit)

Everyone we all, we all live the same pain of ignorance together

And all have been lost

And at the end we all need each other

(That's what I'm talking about, nigga!)

And that is how it is

Everything goes in a circle

(Wooo-wee!)

So who are you to judge in whom's who?

And who the hell is who?

Yeah, alright, right, cut, cut his mic, cut his mic.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that was nice, brother. Alright, we

Got my man right here coming up on the

Microphone. His name is Dr. Moreau!

Yo, inebriated, packing a tool

Spin Doc Moreau, international

Svengali flew into county, jacking a fool vict'

Watch the sack, harass shit, meet his DOOM

Fake coward just stays in homeroom, in the back of

The school Cold War veteran

Iron Curtain over-the-wall defector

Authentic aeronautic agility to avoid the enemy motion detectors

On the other side of fear is freedom

Charismatic persona made conspicuous by his absence

Spoke French fluently with a high-pitched German accent

"Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble."

Answer the pop reverence with plain slanguage, mix it with Pig Latin

Push the sizzle, my crizzle organic perfecters

Kind of like Ma$e and Macy Gray, sounding a little

Retarded but still infectious

Favorite pastime: attacking the righteously impaired

Attach his back to a lithium battery, juicing him up

Keeping him fat between delusions of grandeur and

His own feelings of inadequacy

Exposing the proletariat hordes who roll with more

Funny style Brothers than the Wayans

Irresistible force, immovable object communicating

With prophets and original natives, South American Mayans

Who utilize ancient secret ether breathing

Techniques to raise their ki like Super Saiyans

These are trained guerrillas not found in the circus

But every

Occupation from aviation to cocaine dealers,

Descended from

Scriptures, Biblical, critically acclaimed thrillers

Known to sniff codeine, desensitized to errything

Stay addicted to painkillers, professional brain-

Spillers

Aw shit! You know it's on! We got my man without

The encyclopedia! His name is Louis Logic! Holla!

Come on! Come on! Yeah, yeah, check, check, yo

I used to be a loudmouth back before I turned into a loud jerk

Crowd-surfing into chicks with big tits mouth-first

I've been looking down shirts since I was young

Prince of the drunk, swimming in drums of cinnamon rum (Woohoo!)

Isn't it fun when you piss on a punk in a contest

That isn't supposed to elevate beyond threats?

Y'all bitches just come to measure dicks?

Fuck all of that nonsense, I already got stoned, I'm getting sticks

If names don't hurt you, I may just murk you

Slay the first dude out too late for curfew

And in case you heard Lou's a bad sport

You'll get a crash course in getting your ass kicked if you ask for it

How about a passport to a nice, little place

The landlord describes as a boot right in your face?

Fuck the games. I won't just smudge your name

I'll feed you your own nuts today if you like bitter taste