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, I will harness a horde   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, I will 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, I will harness a horde   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, I will 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 noted 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, I will harness a horde   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, I will harness a horde   And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore