Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Son


Interface


Niveau de difficulté


Accent



langue de l'interface

fr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Politique de cookies   |   Soutien   |   FAQ
1
s'inscrire / se connecter
Lyrkit

faire un don

5$

Lyrkit

faire un don

10$

Lyrkit

faire un don

20$

Lyrkit

Et/Ou soutenez-moi sur les réseaux sociaux. réseaux:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
MC Chris

Hijack

 

Hijack

(album: Apple Tummy - 2009)


Okay Mister Chris before I give you your ticket I just got a couple of questions for you.
Mhm.
Have your bags and luggage been in your possesion since you packed them?
Yes.
And did anyone give you any items or packages to take on board today?
No.

Call it a rebound of a hip hop devout
Got my heat out
Feel alright like it is Friday night
And pops says, “yo, let's eat it out.”
That's what I be 'bout.
On the mic is where I be now, indeed now.
Good for you and easy to chew, like a big bowl of puppy chow.
See how, I get up on the mike and I can excite.
You may call it trite, that's just spite
I know my shit's tight.
Psych, it's like, when I was just just a tyke on my trike
And all the big kids would flip lids on their bmx bikes.
Go take a hike, and don't forget the trail mix bitch.
Beats I know come from a casio, so call me chris.
As in mc, envy, I be on the top of the list.
You try to diss I won't resist, you'll feel the kiss of my fist.
I never miss.
You're gonna need a first aid kit,
Remove your whack ass rhymes like it be a cancerous cyst.
You can't deny your tight ass behind be so moving to this.
mc chris hold down his shit like he was holding bong hits.

Like Mahatma Gandhi followed by a horde of hotties
Or the feds on the trail of a Mr. John Gotti,
I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami,
hijack the mic and it's not like anyone can stop me.

Like Mahatma Gandhi followed by a horde of hotties
Or the feds on the trail of a Mr. John Gotti,
I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami,
hijack the mic and it's not like anyone can stop me.

It's like arithmatic, the way I make it stick,
some say it's gibberish, some say it's silly shit.
But some people pay a cover charge to listen to it,
Some people take the path train to jersey for it.
Ladies! In the corner with your hand on your hip,
Make you jump so high that the record will skip.
Make you feel so good that the room starts to spin.
My favorite kinda nut is a macadamian.
I said come on all you honeys, I am beggin to begin,
I say I gotta get the get the grand, gotta get within,
gotta get more cream than wisconsin, honeyroom suite at the sheridan,
bath tub full of expensive gin, lots of candles and violins,
bikinis made of diamonds, honeys begging me to break their hy-o-mens.

Like Mahatma Gandhi followed by a horde of hotties
Or the feds on the trail of a Mr. John Gotti,
I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami,
hijack the mic and it's not like anyone can stop me.

Like Mahatma Gandhi followed by a horde of hotties
Or the feds on the trail of a Mr. John Gotti,
I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami,
hijack the mic and it's not like anyone can stop me.

fait

Avez-vous ajouté tous les mots inconnus de cette chanson ?