Hijack

<br>call it a rebound of a hip hop devout, got my heat out, feel alright like it is Friday <br>night and pops says, “yo, let`s eat it out.” that`s what I be �bout. on the mike is where <br>I be now, indeed now. good for you and easy to chew, like a big bowl of puppy chow. see <br>how, I get up on the mike and I can excite. You may call it tripe, that`s just spite, I <br>know my shit`s tight. psych, it`s like, when I was just just a tyke on my trike and all <br>the big kids would flip lids on their bmx bikes. go take a hike, and don`t forget the <br>trail mix bitch. beats I know come from a casio, so call me chris. as in mc, envy, I be <br>on the top of the list. you try to diss I won`t resist, you`ll feel the kiss of my fist. <br>I never miss. You`re gonna need a first aid kit, remove your whack ass rhymes like it be <br>a cancerous cyst. you can`t deny your tight ass behind be so movin` to this. mc chris hold<br>down his shit like he was holding bong hits.<br><br>chorus – like mahatma gandhi followed by a horde of hotties or the feds on the trail of a<br>mr. john gotti, I`m a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami, hijack the mike and it`s not <br>like anyone can stop me.<br><br>it`s like arithmatic, the way I make it stick, some say it`s gibberish, some say it`s silly<br>shit. but some people pay a cover charge to listen to it, some people take the path train <br>to jersey for it. ladies! in the corner with your hand on your hip, make you jump so high <br>that the record will skip. make you feel so good that the room starts to spin. my favorite <br>kinda nut is a macadamian. come on all you honeys, I am beggin to begin, I say I gotta get<br>the get the grand, gotta get within, gotta get more cream than wisconsin, honeyroom suite<br>at the sheridan, bath tub full of expensive gin, lots of candles and violins, bikinis made<br>of diamonds, honeys beggin` me to break their hymens.<br><br>repeat chorus