Mc chris is back
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It's a fact, jack
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Look it up
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Hot wheels on da track
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Kid got raps
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That you fucking love
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When the CD ends
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You get stressed
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Cause it's not enough
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Start it from the top
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Cause it rocks
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Yup, holding up
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Mc chris return
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Watch him burn
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Like a shot of jack
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He the kinda nerd
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Makes you want to learn
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How to rap
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Step up on the stage
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And they raise
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Cause I'm automatic
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You know how we do
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No crew
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Just autographs
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Outta hiding
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It's exciting
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Doesn't happen very often
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It's unheard of
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He's resurfaced
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Like a very nervous dolphin
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Mc chris was absent
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Now he's packing sawed off shotguns
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Making ladies gravy
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Like a shady sadie hawkins
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Mc chris is back
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Like an angry bird bommerang
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He's the kinda nerd
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Take Jesse Eisenberg to pootie tang
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Time to bang
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Time to blast
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Mc chris is back at last
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Raise a glass
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Raise a cup
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Mc chris is holding up
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Skies on fire and the earth cracks open
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And the horsemen ride and plumes of smoken
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When doves cry 'n people choking
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Everybody dies and there's no hoping
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Skies on fire and the earth cracks open
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And the horsemen ride and plumes of smoken
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When doves cry 'n people choking
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Everybody dies and there's no hoping
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Mc chris is holding up
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Like a throwback soda pop
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Real sugar cane
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Like the kind that make your molars rot
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Underground love my sound
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Cause they down
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And guess what
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They all know what's up
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Rasputin back like tootin
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Or Duke Nukem
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Cept I do not suck
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Retribution and revenge
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I've returned let's not pretend
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I'm not the best cause I am my friend
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I'm not the one with the mansion man
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I'm not done, got a pension plan
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Did I fail to mention got a million fans
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(With a bandeau lab
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And a BK bag
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Put a mic in my fist, I'll piss on rap)
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Art of out of, auto [?]
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Get his own section
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Ladies gonna gag on his bag and erection
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(Something about champagne on their waists)
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Breasts in the air like it's a [?]
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I am loaded
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I am famous
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They all say my rhymes the greatest
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It's the latest demonstration
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Of hip hop resuscitation
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Skies on fire and the earth cracks open
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And the horsemen ride and plumes of smoken
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When doves cry 'n people choking
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Everybody dies and there's no hoping
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Skies on fire and the earth cracks open
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And the horsemen ride and plumes of smoken
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When doves cry 'n people choking
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Everybody dies and there's no hoping
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Yo um
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I'm old enough to know what's up; no love
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The road is rough and overrun, so what
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Throw your dubs and open up to throw a
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Hug around chris a¢æ¡° we've missed him so much
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Your boy is finna come back again, rapping with
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Toys in original packaging; action
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Figures in blister packs, little men wish to have
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But settle for brick-a-brack a¢æ¡° gentlemen, chris is
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Back
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To hit 'em with this and that; kick 'em with
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Fists of rap; split 'em like infinitives, then administer
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Intimate acts to win 'em back in a minute, even
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Cynics and bitter hacks admit that they missed his ass
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Cinematic addicts sit with him in dark rooms
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Private showings, eyes a-glowing with cartoons
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See-through your princess projections like Artoo
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Deetooo... you missed him? yeah, me too.
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Skies on fire and the earth cracks open
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And the horsemen ride and plumes of smoken
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When doves cry 'n people choking
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Everybody dies and there's no hoping
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Skies on fire and the earth cracks open
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And the horsemen ride and plumes of smoken
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When doves cry 'n people choking
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Everybody dies and there's no hoping
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Mc Chris Is Back
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| MC Chris |
