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MC CHRIS lyrics : "Hijack"

VERSE 1

Call it a rebound of a hip hop devout, got my heat out,

feel alright like it was Friday night and Pop says 'Yo, let's eat out!'
that's what I be 'bout, on the mic is where I be now, indeed now,
good for you and easy to chew like a big bowl of puppy chow, see how,

I get up on the mic and I can excite, you may call it tripe, that's just spite, know my %#@!'s tight, psych, it's like when I was just a tyke on my trike, and all the big kids would flip lids on their BMX bikes, go take a hike,
and don't forget the trail mix, (*##$!
beats I know come from a Casio, so call me Chris,

as in MC, envy, I be on the top of the list,
you try'na diss, I won't resist, you'll feel the kiss of my fist, I never miss,
you gonna need a first-aid kit,

remove your wack-ass rhymes like it be a cancerous cist,
you can't deny your tight $$# behind be so moving to this,
well, MC Chris holds down his %#@! like he was holdin' bong hits!


CHORUS x2


Like Mahathma Gandhi followed by a horde of hotties,
or the feds on the trail of a Mr. John Gotti,
I'm a soundwave tsunami, vocal origami,

hijacked the mic and (it's not like anyone can stop me!)

VERSE 2


It's like arythmetics the way I make it stick,
some say it's gibberish, some say it's silly %#@!,

but some people pay a cover charge to listen to it,
some people take the path train and jersey for it,
so ladieees, in the corner with your hand on your hip,

I make you jump so high that the record would skip,
I make you feel so good that the room starts to spin,
my favorite kinda nut is a Macadamian, I said

come on, all you honeys, I'm beggin to begin,
I said I gotta get the grand, gotta get within,
gotta get more cream than Wisconsin,

honey-room suite at the Sheridan,
bath-tub full of expensive gin, lots of candles and violins,
bikinis made of diamonds, honeys beggin' me to break their hy-o-men, wowww!


CHORUS x3


Like Mahathma Gandhi followed by a horde of hotties,
or the feds on the trail of a Mr. John Gotti,
I'm a soundwave tsunami, vocal origami,

hijacked the mic and (it's not like anyone can stop me!)

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