Lyrics:

(Mr. Eon)
Yeah uh
What it look like? Mad Skillz
Uh Mr. Eon (The Mighty Mos Def)
The Mighty Mos (the E.C. Rawkus connection)
Coast to coast (from 88 to 99)
What? What? What? What?

Its on fire tonight
Everything on my side is lookin all right
Its high power original, b-boy traditional
Raw bass material, huh, when individual
True brand imperial youre hearin on your stereo
Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial
Sit BACK, and listen, you aint, in no position
To deal with my conditional mentally and physical
Strength is indivisible, crews be comin pitiful
Speech be sound typical, downfall habitual
Ock, Im not feelin you; dont know what your label
Tellin you or what magic beans they sellin you
I can flow, you cant though, example
Of a cat who just a modern day Sambo (yeah)
Who be bitchin out to A&ampR demands so
You can collect your little petty cash advance HOE
You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me
Im I-N-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N-T

It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin
And the poppers was poppin, and the breakers was breakin
And it wont be long till everybody know that
B-boys rock the document! (document)

Yo, yo, you on the injured, Im hot to death
Im foul, plus Im winnin, you think I shot the ref?
Rock a vest if you out of turn speakin
Cause Im right there like nightmares;
I catch MCs while they sleepin
Im back these rap cats is wildin
Got em in the studio poppin Valiums, remasterin they album
Im about to re-up and restructure the case
You stuck, you about to get rearranged and replaced
I got plans for this rap game (uh-huh)
Put your head in the toilet and look son,
If you think my shit done changed
My shit is, out of your range, rip you out of your frame
Cop your tape, and the next day, copped an exchange
If you aint, rockin raw, what you rockin for??
Without heat, yall MCs, aint hot no more
So for you lame cats tryin to put your hit out
Try rockin back and forth
It might be easier to get your shit out!

Im Jedi Master, Mase Windu, what you been through
Keep MCs heads wrapped like Erykah Ba-do
Hip-Hops Cleon Jones, when Eon Jones
Wackest MCs, we pee on those
No need to impede The High and Mighty mystique
That shit would be as ignorant as Jimmy the Greek
Claimin they Godzillas when they really Godzooki
Got a mill from Charlie Brown, when I kidnapped Snoopy
Eon, sale or performance, in any ordinance
Rhyme menace, that burst your verbal nuisance
In accordance, with all the laws from the cordless
Starbuck coming through, leavin any pimp whoreless
Stereo stompin defeatin me is like
Latrell chokin up John Thompson, Charles Bronson
Had a Death Wish for this next to left shit
Leavin all these hot air MCs breathless

I said b-boys rock the document