MC Chris - mc chris is dead lyrics

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MC Chris is dead and he ain't never coming back

You should have been nicer when you were blazin' up the track

No well wishers, it's just bitches talkin' 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 to bevel

Six feet under, what a bummer, it's no wonder the waste

Could have been a contender, now maggots march in his face

MC's often in his coffin, lyin' down, lost in thought

Groupies gather at the grave and done throw posies on the pot

Haters hate off in the distance, telescoping with binoc's

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 shit is for Chris"

Then the talent tailor, how he really was a pimp

Hands wanted to be on, just want to be on his dick

I'll wait to 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, yeah we're hard as a whore

And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore

I'll wait to 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, yeah we'll harness a horde

And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore

MC Chris is dead and is dreadfully morbid

He forfeits, forever free for the poor kids

One stepped at the bottom with demonic endorphins

I was power rings 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 diggers at Denny's, gettin' cheese on his fries

As for the babies and their mamma's, 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 C

But he's a seedless greed, makin' pace in the RV

It's a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be the mock death

He's got the awesomest posthumous box set

They're airbrushing MC, on plain white tee's

Another life lost to violence, silence if you please

I'll wait to 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, yeah we're hard as a whore

And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore

I'll wait to 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, yeah 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, note it, 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, though you can't take it with you

Someone pass me a tissue while they gnash on my tissue

Somebody prayed to Vishnu any deity will do

I claw at my satin ceiling, I've got nothing to lose

And through the dirt and the thick mud, I'll tunnel like dig dug

Or the underminer, my desire is the big buck

Can I convey the basement without wasting my words

Fossilization's what I'm facin' unless defacement occurs

So I rise to the occasion, there's no waitin' for worms

And please no zombie player haters

Man, what have we learned?

I'll wait to 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, yeah we're hard as a whore

And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore

I'll wait to 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, yeah we'll harness a horde

And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore

Thanks to MC AVP for these lyrics