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MC Chris Is Dead (Snobots 2012)
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MC Chris
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MC Chris is dead And he ain't never coming back You should have been nicer When he were blazing up the track No well wishers Just b*t*hes talking trash 'Cause the aftermath is saying that rap is whack (MC Chris is dead!) On arrival Watch his rivals revel The jealous relish the moment Their opponent went sublevel Six feet under, what a bummer It's no wonder, the waste Could have been a contender Now maggots munch on his face MC's often in his coffin Lying down, lost in thought Groupies gather at the grave and done throw posies on the pot Haters hate off in the distance, telescoping with binocs Smoking basket after laughing, get their knickers in knots They play in the park, in the dark, where they spark a spliff Raise it high in the sky, and cry "This hit is for Chris" Then they'll tell the tale of how he really was a pimp Hands wanted to be on, chicks wanted to be on his d**k I'll wait 'til the day's end, when the moon is high And then I'll rise with the tide, with a lust for life, I'll Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore I'll wait 'til day's end, when the moon is high And then I'll rise with the tide, with a lust for life, I'll Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore MC Chris is dead And it's dreadfully morbid He forfeits Forever free for the poor kids Once filled to the bonnet With demonic endorphins Now his power range is restrained No more Mighty Morphin' We couldn't close the lid There'll be no bids on his toys No will for the rumor mill No bills to enjoy He kept every penny 'Cept the two on his eyes Now the digger's at Denny's Gettin' cheese on his fries As for the babies and their mommas There'll be drama for days Looks like he got his likeness, now it's time to get paid So many starvin' Marvin Garden, claimin MC's seed But he's a seedless grape, making pace in the RV It's a croc in the pot that's fraught of it bein a mock-death He's got the awesomest posthumous box-set They're airbrushing MC on plain white tees Another life lost to violence, silence if you please I'll wait 'til the day's end, when the moon is high And then I'll rise with the tide, with a lust for life, I'll Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore I'll wait 'til day's end, when the moon is high And then I'll rise with the tide, with a lust for life, I'll Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore My name is MC Chris and, yo, I can't get laid Now they lay me to rest, how am I gonna get paid? These quarters are cramped, and I'm crazy claustrophobic Consider it noted I feel belittled and bloated I better bust out in a hurry, 'cause I ain't hating the road then I can barely bust a move because my body is broken But I'm covered in collections, thought you can't take it with you? Someone pass me a tissue while they gnash on my tissue Somebody pray to Vishnu, any deity will do I claw at my satin ceiling, I got nothing to lose And through the dirt and the thick mud I'll tunnel like Dig Dug Or the Underminer My desire's the big buck Can I convey the basement Without wasting my words? Fossilization's what I'm facing Unless defacement occurs So I rise to the occasion There's no waiting for worms And please, no zombie player-haters, man What have we learned? I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on Finally, someone let me out of my cage Now, time for me is nothing, 'cause I'm countin' no age Nah, I couldn't be there, now you shouldn't be scared I'm good at repairs, and I'm under each snare Intangible, bet you didn't think, so I command you to Panoramic view, look, I'll make it all manageable Pick and choose, sit and lose, all you different crews Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kickin' tunes? Picture you getting down in a picture tube Like you lit the fuse, you think it's fictional? Mystical? Maybe, spiritual hero Who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy? Lifeless to those, the definition for what life is Priceless to you, because I put you on the hype sh*t You like it? Gun smokin', righteous with one toke Get psychic among those, possess you with one dose I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on
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