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 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 trite, 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
He was holding bong hit's

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 mic and it's not
Like anyone can stop me

It's like arithymatic
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 honies, 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 Sheraton
Bathtub full of expensive gin
Lots of candles and violins
Bikinis made of diamond
Honies beggin me to break their hymens