Hewitt, Hugh Filmography

• Article VI: Faith, Politics, America
  2008, role: actor , character name: Himself

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Hands On Experience - High & Mighty
• Dick Starbuck 'porno Detective' - High & Mighty
• Hot Spittable - High & Mighty
• The Last Hit - High & Mighty
• You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit - High & Mighty
• Weed - High & Mighty
• Top Prospects - High & Mighty
• The Half - High & Mighty
• The Meaning - High & Mighty
• Open Mic Night - High & Mighty
• Nowhere To Hide At - High & Mighty
• In-Outs - High & Mighty
• Hands On Experience Pt. II - High & Mighty
• Dirty Decibels - High & Mighty
• B-boy Document '99 - High & Mighty
• And Then (skit) - High & Mighty

[Mr. Eon]
Girls, girls, girls, girls
My right hand I adore
Spankin on my sheets till I can't cum no more
I'm on a five-a-day plan, then I'm switchin hands
Not really carin where my sticky white lands
I'm half-asleep, you calm me Captain Kleenex
Cuz I be cummin on quilts until my dick wilts
Then I'm in the shower, Jergens and Vaseline-a
Right named Palmer, left hand Wristina
Like the Artifacts, I Come On wit the cum on
Might jerkin work, lookin up too many skirts
I nut on puffs after I huff the dutch
The ten pack pocket tissue comes in the clutch
So put on the Kristy-Kenya video
That's four nuts a day, and one more to go
[El-P]
Check check check check
Dear Sir,
I have been an avid reader of your magazine for many years now
But up until today I haven't had an experience as really worthy of this column
The solo jux avidly have to repeat
I felt weak, felt like we were havin sex for a week
I wanna spark the bottle, wack it but I don't have a sheet
So inevitably I pull out of the pocket
Just for an example that I'm huggin up a plug wit no socket
Now how soundly she slept while I fume
Vexed about the fact I couldn't nut off
Pent up, balls blue, painful
I know that when woke she's disdainful
Time to come up wit Plan D for Desparation
Pulled out the love monkey and shot off to the titties' location
At least in that direction
Upon further inspection, she awoke splashed in the head section
Shook by the goblety goods
[Q-Tip: cut and scratched] "Think-I-think I gotta"
"Just beat it" [Phife] "Jerkin your jimmy but you still can't come off"
"I thought I had it in the palm of my hand"
[Eazy E] "Just give me the pussy and I'll be straight
If you don't, fuck it I'll masturbate"
[Mr. Eon: rapping in kiddy voice]
All day I like to stroke it, then I poke it
And be like ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, are you alive little man
Got Hands On Experience cuz I jerk alot
Exotic hand creams that's what I got
And a porno collection about the size of Jada Sulton
When I purchase movies, it's usually out in Fulton
Then I take it home and spank it, and wipe it with a napkin
Yo I love to jerk like ? love to hack
And maybe it's a must like a kitty cat's purr
I've been known to fuck my girl than jerk off next to her
Keep it real, yo yo Bob stop stop jerkin and come do your lyrics
[Bobbito]
I go solo wit my hand so you can call me Han Solo
Slap my skins, so they call me Bobby Bongos
Auto-matic, just for my peepee
Hit a vital nerve, lick her tits, curve
Jergens Dry, no lotion for my hand motion
Don't cry, dry your eye
Here's a towel, my hands move like constipated bowels
I shoot extra far if a girl talks foul
Choke my chicken, slap my wanker
A girl lets me watch her with her tits out while I'm spankin
Then I'll thank her, ah check it out
I'm harder than the hardest artist hard can get
KBL in the place, workin a sweat
Doin beats strokin off until the Twinkie gush
Until they amputate my hands I won't sweat the puss
Unless she wants to, then I'll worry about gettin, the monster
So I'd rather avoid the unwanted pregnancy
The headaches of an emotional attachment
I live my own fantasy world where anything goes
Besides the longer I go without sex
The closer bobbin my boloney comes to feelin like the real thing
Think twice about walkin barefoot on my bedroom floor
Yo Mi, hit me up wit a magazine

[Intro]
[Mr. Eon]
You see, it's Mr. E the one you think of
It was a labor of love, cry like a dove
But this ain't Prince, rhymed ever since
Thoughts of the future in the past tense
Her name was Loretta, wore a tight sweater
Met her at a jam in the '96 winter
Blunt passer, had ta harass her
Brushed up against her, while I passed her
Drinks she couldn't pass up, dreamin of handcuffs
Told me to meet her, after the band struck
Dilated eyes, peered at the thigh
Peeped fingertips, went from lips to hips
Mr. E rock shows, this she didn't know
It was this honky, who made her say ho
No way she sayin no, leave the disco
Right after Mi rocks all stereos
After 2nd Ave., ass I gotta have
Take jacket/coat, pour the beer on draft
One or the other, just to uncover
Just this night, Mr. E be the lover
Now lets play doctor, or should I say dentist?
I be Starbuck, you the dental hygenist
First brush your teeth, then rinse please
orally like Monica Lewinsky
Since she sees these testes
She's guarnateed to see these trees
It was an odd combo, like cappucino
And Clam's casino and breakfast in Reno
[Chorus: Woman and Mr. Eon]
[Woman] Mr. E I know you wanna be with me
[Mr. E] Girlfriend, you better that thought to an end
[Woman] You and me, baby, we cold roll real tight
[Mr. E] One night is one night, that don't make it right
[Woman] We shared drinks and stuff, I let you touch the stuff
Then an hour later it was me you clutched
[Mr. E] It's much too much, girl you gotta hush
You played me in the head, now this I trust
[Mr. Eon]
It was crazy, didn't think that this lady
Would be the one to become my baby
It was a one-nighter, we shared a lighter
Now this stupid Dutchess couldn't roll much tighter
Months into it, still doin it
Ass still chewin it, nothin could brew in it *echoes*
But someone from the past, addition to the cast
He be the ex, I be the next
To the point that I asked her, did he harass her
Said it was an old flame that didn't even matter
Once a college fling, it didn't mean a thing
I knew that this was the song she'd sing
At her crib one day, snoop I'd play
Look for evidence that would pave the way
I'm Dick Starbuck she don't know the persona
Porno Detective for Eve and Madonna
The phone did ring, I should just forget
I figure, I just let the machine get
Mike's on the line at 555-3825, Eon's on a ride
Days go buy, coolin with the guys, it was Loretta calling at my demise
Surprised, before my eyes it played to a T
It was Mike's number on the Caller ID
What we had's, what he had, don't feel bad
Take more than Loretta to make E sad
Take the L like the Packers, see you next season
Maybe next game Eon'll be cheatin

[Intro:]
[Girl:] Soon you'll have a band
[Mr. Eon:] It's just my voice and this hand
[Girl:] That's what hip hop was and still stands
[Eon:] What
[Girl:] Soon you'll have a band
[Eon:] It's just my voice and this hand
[Girl:] That's what hip hop was and still stands
[Eon:] Cause
[Girl:] We don't have a band
[Eon:] It's just my voice and this hand
[Girl:] That's what hip hop was and still stands
[Girl:] We don't have a band
[Eon:] It's just my voice and this hand
[Girl:] That's what hip hop was and still stands
[Verse 1:]
Death to the mic, Starbuck's on arrival
Raised in Illadel where I wrecked the recital
Introduced Jack Daniels to Mary Jane
Now they dating in my body, shit ain't the same
Your petty thinking cat need training like Amtrak
Can't stand that, need to abandon that
Catch a random violent act, over a phantom track
With zoot suits and Hammer pants, we ain't wearin' that
Swearin' that they nice, when I'm vastly, more nasty
Trashy, trying to be all cute and dashing
To alien crafts, I'm unabductible
My visionary path is unobstructible
With the dope we on, Ma look like a Pokemon
Arsenic laced lyrics that you choking on
Catch my illest tale up on story boards
Like my latest smorgasbord with 40 whores
[Chorus:]
High & Mighty nicest, too hot spittable
Mr. Eon's frequency's untrasmittible
Come around the way, we don't act hospitable
Can't see us, so on stage we invisible
[Repeat]
[Verse 2:]
Killed Billy Blanks with Tae-Bo, puffin' hydro
But guess what kids?, I wasn't even high though
A thousand thirty words can't describe my sturdy turds
Absurd, like 30 nerds doing the Dirty Bird, in Atlanta
Trash, skidded up Pampers
Looking like some old washed up exotic dancers
Trains get sprayed like high schoolers these days
They don't listen to hip hop, they checkin' Green Day
My unexpectedness is like the '69 Mets
My 69 wets on my Penthouse pets
A mic, better snatch it
Record, gotta scratch it
A loop, better catch it
The blunt, better ash it
Who wanna see me erupt?
Like I had beans, tacos, pizza and Chinese for lunch
Watch me daydream about Tyra's vagina
Take a VH to it, catch me in the all nighter
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I'm the illest one, I'll smoke L's for 50 years
Catch emphysema, then sue Phillie Blunts
Really stunts, no need for elaborate tactics
Just lick your lips and presto!, it's my mattress
Electrocute you in wet clothing articles
Send your air particles to the Antarcticas
With no bubble Nauticas, no fleeces
More popular in Brooklyn than Pee Wee Reese is
More infamous in L.I. than Colin Ferguson
More hated Uptown that Mayor Rudy son
I'm David Berkowitz, when I be spurtin' this
Son of Sam on this here diagram
Fuck immaculate conception, I was Anakin's dad
Took the book to Amsterdam, now the Vatican's sad
See my, boys are nuts ill ploys on cuts
Your Mattels can't swell, you be Toys'R'Us
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Yes indeed, too hot
The spittablest, Mr. Eon
Yes indeed, Dick Starbuck
Comin' through once again

[Intro: scratches by DJ Mighty Mi]
[Eminem] "Shady! That's me!"
[Mr. Eon] "High and Mighty Trilogy"
[Erick Sermon] "Back with the flyest material"
[Eminem] "Shady... Sh... Shady!"
[Eminem] "That that... that's me!"
[Mr. Eon] "High.. High and.. Mighty Trilogy"
[Erick Sermon] "Back with the..."
"Funky... beats"
[Mr. Eon]
Packin this third eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks
(Excuse me) Words in my right, that pass my left ear
Your style is ass-out like the Bulls are next year (you're GONE)
Fear this veneer, you get stung like virgins
Who that cat splurgin instead of rehearsin?
Tough guys, degentrify your high rise
Lookin more like Ronald than them fuckin Fry Guys
Go on uptown fuckin senoritas
In Taco Bell screamin, "Viva gorditas!"
Bring all your dogs - I give em rabies
They never had a chance like my two aborted babies (WAAAH!)
Got Pope John Paul the 2nd, prayin to Satan
Have your vegan girlfriend cookin up bacon
on barbituates with that shit that you hit
Smoke my spliffs withcha, cause spinal bifida
[Eminem]
My nine is liftin ya, six feet when I spray rounds
Hit you with 12 shots in mid-air and four more on the way down
as eight strays graze through a kid's hair on the playground
You lay down on a stretcher (Don't get carried away now!)
No pun intended, just hop out of your whip
and leave it un-attended before I whip out this gun and end it
Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute
Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those even if someone's in it
Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it
Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair and dragged
like cavewomen, while I'm gravediggin with Marilyn Man'
[Chorus: Mr. Eon, Eminem]
If you got a bowl of hash better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your last hit
And if you spittin wack shit on the microphone
I'ma snatch it outta your hand so fast I'ma detach it
So if you got a bowl of hash, you better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your last hit
I'm flabbergasted off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in the hatchback and latched it
[Mr. Eon]
Yo yo, "Eon's wack now," how you think that?
Couldn't get on my record if you were shrink rap (can I get a rhyme?)
Desecrate a crate with these rhymes I be totin
Let's go back online and jerk off on your modem
I got stupid mucus from these loose lips
My loose leaf leave your whole persona weak
to the point that you stand up on your feet, best retreat
Let's go back in time and steal my whole steez
The Quickening, did a bris at the christening
I'm exercisin, doing liftings and twistings
Instinct's the nicest, I keep tellin you
What the fuck this guy on the corner been sellin you?
[Eminem]
(Here - buy this) I'm e-mailin you, at the wrong website
and mispellin you, prank you and put the fear of hell in you
Escaped Bellevue, stuffed the nurse in a purse
Disperse like I added too many words in a verse
Slim Shady, a perverted version of birth
Drivin off, leaving a murdered virgin at church
The first person who searchin the earth for the motherfucker
that pulled the plug when they shoulda alerted the surgeon first
(Kill his ass) Get thrown curves, and hit with your own words
Leave me alone bitch! I get on my own nerves
And if I don't got two balls and a middle finger to throw up
I'm takin off both shoes and stickin each middle toe up
(Fuck y'all!!!!)
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Any disease out there I'm willin to catch it...
Slim Shady...
All praises to The High & Mighty
[Outro: scratches by DJ Mighty Mi]
"Slim Shady", "naughty rotten rhymer"
"Mr. Eon", "illest rhyme dropper"
"Slim Shady", "naughty rotten rhymer"
"Mr. Eon", "illest rhyme dropper"
"Slim Shady"
"N....nau..naughty...ro..ro..rotten rhyme....rhyme..rhy..rhymer"
"Mr. Eon"

[Havoc Speaking:]
Crazy motherfuckers in here son
yeah no doubt, crazy motherfucker, yo, yeah, yo
know we jus..jus..jus..just chilling now
[Chorus: Havoc & Mr. Eon]
Rugged Man, a nigga you don't wanna fuck with
Havoc, a nigga you don't wanna fuck with
Rugged Man, a nigga you don't wanna fuck with
The High and Mighty, -you don't wanna fuck with.
[Verse 1: R.A. the Rugged Man]
Yo, Yo, It's the return of the all time dirty
Krusty, rappery, adultery, gluteny, on your blocking in
In your crib break the lock in, we go shopping
get knocking, hoe hoppin'
Its Rugged Man no stopping
sex pistol Johnny Rotten,
-So shocking, your throat provoke stay broke
half-fake the legend of Tarzan, Ray Stoke [?]
Stay dirty hate soap, hate bathing,
maintaining loc torch ain't aiming
flame raining, brain wasting, if she pretty we ain't dating
if the bitch fuck us we make payments
Who am I? Dirty boy original pervert
Homberge H. Homberd, no job, fuck work
locally hoodlums Seberb Bun, Chris Berg
quick fith heard 'um, the german
we turn on hits.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Havoc]
Yo, got my drink on, reminez and drama on gore
stepped out my crip politic wish the god
so when gats even throw the hood its hot
Jake some bikes, gotta hold down the block
plus my life is automatic instinc
ice grills without a blink
permanent instinkt, they surface like big dick
they shittin' on my name, some ask why
cuz the signs just a regular guest
fuck D-kid in Wascow
temps, laid up and holla they ends
if shorty wanna front, im running up in the wreck
official roathier scarface shitting on Mr. Soldier-stay bend
hold my liquor like a cup coaster
handle mine (handle mine), seperate line (seperate line)
cut the throat while you drop daim (daim)
Snitch niggaz on my shit list, quietly cock the bizkit
The rugged man Havoc, mobb we infamous.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Mr.Eon]
It hurts alot when I blurk the plot, I don't work to rock
man I burn the crops, its automatic, this addict stay addict
smoke shit the same color as a philly fanatic
behind wheels get dizzy or something
man I can't drive for goodness ain't my cousin Lizzy Grouplyn [?]
my verse full grothle, hit a supermodel
pay you off throw away the joint and the bottle
I won't sell I got a fear for god
Ahh fuck it, just give me ‘bout a giabar
You fools talking karma, I laugh (ha ha ha ha ha)
I ain't the one getting soaked up by Mos Def's dad
So watch easy dumb out,
I stretch the pussy more than when the baby's head come out
Ya stupid kids should not fuck with this
That's like Rock are messing around with Thunderlips
[Chorus x2]

[Mr. Eon]
Weed, weed, what a relief
Where will my eighth a day habit cease?
This an agricultural service announcement
You can treat it, and you can douse it
Let us begin now with the plant
The way that it gets to your blunt in hand
See the herb doesn't grow fast enough for man
so for his lye, he makes a master plan
He has bowls to make the weed grow quicker
Through the hydroponic, the weed gets sicker
Twenty-one different soils are dumped
into the pot in one big lump
So just before it dies, it dries
in my back closet, with no moss and flies
Off with the bud, we cut it, weigh it, and bag it
and there it is for your local street addict
Green and buddy, an ounce condensely packed
Smoke it up and catch a heart attack
Now come on now man let's be for real
You are what you smoke is the way I feel but
the weed and blunt administration'll
have you thinkin lye is the perfect combination
See heads be livin under fear and stress
wonderin where they get the best
Now beer and bless can become a part of you
in your cells and dome, this is true
So when the plant is grown, believe it
Sell some to your man or smoke for free kid
Roll it up, and begin seasonin
Then you sit down, and begin seein shit
In your body, Blackwoods, a Phillie, a Dutcher
All the need and fiend for another
See any smoke's addictive by any man
Even the brownish rag it's all the same
The alchemist'll have my ass, strung out
on the indo and Northern Lights no doubt
Think you got your weed habit on lock?
Tell yourself you gonna try and stop
smokin weed and you'll see you need the tree
It's the number one drug on the street
Not coke, cause that's a category of dope
but the green leaf, that I smoke with wreath
Now herb brings life and real bad breath
Smoke all your shit and what you got left?
Absolutely high, the sedative
Watchin the movie Friday, with a spliff
by Chris Tucker, that high motherfucker
For anybody, Northern or Southerner
See how many blunts we gotta pump up fatter?
How many seeds gotta fall in the batter?
How many chickens wanna smoke what you smoke?
And how many heads ask for just one toke?
Now they'll consume, the local dread could care less
He'll sell you donkey shit and say it's FRESH
for ninety-nine, you suckerrrrrrrrrs!
High & Mighty, Mr. Eon, Mighty Mi
Get your own shit, get your own shit man
This my shit, I smoke my shit you smoke your shit

[Mr. Eon]
Mr. E is a top prospect, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
Come a little tighter, pull the all-nighter... --The High and The Mighty--
Taste this delicious, mystic malicious
Ridiculousness, I tease like my snippets
I strip this down to the core and explore
Many more want what I have in store
For you, in this era, this mic's still a terror
My scripts consist of printed parchness
I gave the apple to Eve and she ate it
Built the pyramids and the Sphinx, and now you fuckin hate it
Co-create the reborn, keep this mic torn
My defense is tight like Jason Sehorn
On these corn on the cobs, lop for pop, now they popcorn
Plus I got a bucket of em, so stick it to em
Bring ruckus to em, slip the ducats to em
Still they gettin ruined when I bring my touch to em
Can't feel my shit no matter what I say
Though they ass out at Fappy's on the bagel buffet, with no delay
Evidence is a top prospect, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
Where the light intense, dope rhymes dispense... -Here go the Evidence--
[Evidence]
You now tuned into Evidence!
For more than funs and guns, I'm stressed on gettin sex
Yo I take it as it comes, on most occasions
I like my heart, chimes, and organ
But this is for your heartbeats twelve in the morning
Never tense, I rock the flossy, fly shit from Tchaikovsky
Don't drink so I get bent when I sip Bacardi
Spark this party, no question
Never caught wearin Guess, and
Seldom lose when I got my chips on the table
Go against the Oz, and face the Wizard
So play that evil shit then come short, get the blizzard
Why is it you be buildin worlds that's fake and useless?
Heads pretend they hard, yo their favorite movie's Lukas
Now you focused like ? caught locusts
This style's covered like Rakim's, I Ain't no Joke, this
Flow is Out of Control like Rap in fact
Man I told em in the front, in the middle, in the back, it's like that
[Mr. Eon]
Defari is a top prospect, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
Give em all high-fives, you don't qualify "Here come's the city brother" --
Defari
DEFARI
[Defari]
Yo, pass that gallon I'm hear to score again like Marcus Allen
From L.A. this MC stallion
Only a few I know got the bomb chronic like Ev'
Yo, fuck the nonsense, our Likwid eastern conference
And now we do it Coast to Coast like the Liks --The magnificent--
Defari, Eon, and Evidence
The present tense is dope rhymes to the infinite power
Wack MC's fight in the yard, I kill the god that towers
And shoot at will shoot to kill with lyrical skills
Like the Beatnuts, pop the trunk and watch this bitches head for the hills
But in my trunk there's straight bumps like that
And just a licensed NBA Spalding notebook, that looks phat
With phat rhymes and there's pages and pages
This shit's outrageous, independence connect, drop this ???
For wages, blow both indoor and outdoor stages
All ages feel they root like the flute, this gets contagious
[Mr. Eon]
We are three top prospects, mic checks get rep, east-west connect