I wanna go to an MC Chris show
But he doesn't tour, so in the meantime
I'm gonna memorize all of his rhymes
I spell word with a three
'Cause my mouth is remorseless
Leave horseheads on doorsteps
My mic checks cost Corvettes
The strobe light explodes white
The barkeep knows the code
So he throws me a Stroh's
'Cause they know I can flow
Through Coruscant corridors
Humidors filled with stoges
Is filled with the word bro
Fuck the lexicon of octagons
These amateurs got catheders
I'm all about pro's, 'bout pro's.
I wanna go to an MC Chris show
But he doesn't tour, so in the meantime
I'm gonna memorize all of his rhymes
I'm lit like a branch davidian
Or what's left of the lithium
When I roll up in Kashyyyk
The fleet of peeps that I creep
All got vest's underneath
There's no need to believe
Or the swears that I *bleep*
I'm like kerosene it seems
Or D-R-E-W B with incendiary schemes
I am just like Howard Dean
Can't believe you be buying
What I be shucking and jiving
Fuck it if I am the next big thing
I am just cartoon making rapper
Like it is that rave in Zion
My self aggradizing and deprecation
'Cause my DJ's Howard Hessman
I wanna go to an MC Chris show
But he doesn't tour, so in the meantime
I'm gonna memorize all of his rhymes