Mc Chris Hijack Lyrics:
call it a rebound of a hip hop devout, got my heat
out, feel alright like it is Friday night and pops
says, "yo, let's eat it out." that's what
I be 'bout. on the mike 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
mike and I can excite. You may call it tripe,
that's just spite, I know my shit's tight.
psych, it's like, when I was just 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 bitch. 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 to diss I won't
resist, you'll feel the kiss of my fist. I never
miss. You're gonna need a first aid kit, remove
your whack ass rhymes like it be a cancerous cyst.
you can't deny your tight ass behind be so
movin' to this. mc chris hold down his shit like
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he was holding bong hits.

chorus – like mahatma gandhi followed by a horde
of hotties or the feds on the trail of a mr. john
gotti, I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami,
hijack the mike and it's not like anyone can
stop me.

it's like arithmatic, the way I make it stick,
some say it's gibberish, some say it's silly
shit. but some people pay a cover charge to listen
to it, some people take the path train to jersey
for it. ladies! in the corner with your hand on
your hip, make you jump so high that the record
will skip. make you feel so good that the room
starts to spin. my favorite kinda nut is a
macadamian. come on all you honeys, I am beggin to
begin, I say I gotta get the get the grand, gotta
get within, gotta get more cream than wisconsin,
honeyroom 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 hymens.

repeat chorus
Lyrics: Hijack, Mc Chris [end]