MC Chris is dead and he ain't never coming back
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You should have been nicer when you were blazin' up the track
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No well wishers, it's just bitches talkin' trash
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'Cause the aftermath is saying that rap is whack
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(MC Chris is dead!)
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On arrival, watch his rivals revel the jealous
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Relish the moment their opponent went sublevel
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Six feet under, what a bummer, it's no wonder the waste
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Could have been a contender, now maggots munchin' his face
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MC's often in his coffin, lyin' down, lost in thought
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Groupies gather at the grave and done throw posies on the pot
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Haters hate off in the distance, telescoping with binoc's
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Smoking basket after laughing, get their knickers in knots
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They play, in the park, in the dark, where they spark a spliff
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Raise it high in the sky and cry "This shit is for Chris"
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Then the talent tailor, how he really was a pimp
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Hands wanted to be on, just want to be on his dick
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I'll wait to the day's end when the moon is high
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And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll
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Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde
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And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore
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I'll wait to day's end when the moon is high
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And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll
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Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde
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And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore
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MC Chris is dead and is dreadfully morbid
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He forfeits, forever free for the poor kids
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One stepped at the bottom with demonic endorphins
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I was power rings restrained, no more Mighty Morphin'
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We couldn't close the lid, there'll be no bids on his toys
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No will for the rumor mill, no bills to enjoy
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He kept every penny 'cept the two on his eyes
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Now the diggers at Denny's, gettin' cheese on his fries
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As for the babies and their mamma's, there'll be drama for days
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Looks like he got his likeness, now it's time to get paid
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So many starvin' Marvin Garden, claimin' MC C
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But he's a seedless grape, makin' peace in the RIP
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It's a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be the mock death
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He's got the awesomest posthumous box set
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They're airbrushing MC, on plain white tee's
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Another life lost to violence, silence if you please
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I'll wait to the day's end when the moon is high
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And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll
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Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde
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And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore
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I'll wait to day's end when the moon is high
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And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll
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Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde
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And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore
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My name is MC Chris and yo I can't get laid
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Now they lay me to rest, how am I gonna get paid?
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These quarters are cramped and I'm crazy claustrophobic
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Consider it, note it, I feel belittled and bloated
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I better bust out in a hurry, 'cause I ain't hating the road then
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I can barely bust a move because my body is broken
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But I'm covered in collections, though you can't take it with you
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Someone pass me a tissue while they gnash on my tissue
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Somebody prayed to Vishnu any deity will do
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I claw at my satin ceiling, I've got nothing to lose
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And through the dirt and the thick mud, I'll tunnel like dig dug
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Or the underminer, my desire is the big buck
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Can I convey the basement without wasting my words
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Fossilization's what I'm facin' unless defacement occurs
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So I rise to the occasion, there's no waitin' for worms
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And please no zombie player haters
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Man, what have we learned?
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I'll wait to the day's end when the moon is high
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And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll
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Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde
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And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore
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I'll wait to day's end when the moon is high
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And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll
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Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde
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And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore
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Mc Chris Is Dead
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| MC Chris |
