On the Road - MC Chris

We’re on the road

Off to another show

We got to go

I’ll call you later bro

Every year, for about five months

To be very clear, I go out and find funds

To collect from the many

That are particular about their pennies

And won’t spend a cent

Unless there’s perks and the bennys

So I travel in a van that was down by the river

Go out into the land understand I am the giver

Got my quiver full of raps and I’m ready to attack

Brought along some books in case I don’t want to nap

We stay at Super 8s dine at Waffle after hours

I like 'em smothered, fingers covered in biscuit powder

Seldom shower.

Scare them hoes right out of the lot

All I needs a nap and a bit little pot what you got?

My roadies got a room;

falls asleep to slasher flicks

He’s likes Jason over Freddy if he ever had to pick

We rent a Dodge Caravan, got stow-and-go seating

The road might sound redundant but it does bear repeating

We’re on the road

Off to another show

We got to go

I’ll call you later bro

I brought house music

I hate disc jocks

I like Cracker Barrel

I like their gift shop

I like their pork chops

I like their peg game

I like old people

They all got leg pain

I like rest stops

That’s where dogs shit

I hide behind a tree

And take a bong hit

I like Cool Ranch

But I’ll take Nacho Cheese

Oh no it starts to rain

Pass me my poncho please

Time to mic check

Find the ladies room

It’s always clean and empty

Time to drop a deuce

You never read the news

You grow apathetic

Mic check gives you a headache like when you play Kinetic

No ones heard of me wish I could mercury like T2

Kids say «I wish I could be you» suddenly I don’t feel so see through

Feeling artsy and cold car seats can’t steamed up waffle windows

Did I say Kinetic?

I meant Wii-U by Nintendo

We’re on the road

Off to another show

We got to go

I’ll call you later bro

Every year, for no foreseeable end

To be very clear, I go out and find friends

You’re everywhere it makes one’s mind bend

When I was young I was the one no one would defend

But now kids, they get in a line

I’ve been to far away locales and they still getting the lines

They’re getting younger ever summer

I’m getting older than wine

Now I’m advising and reminding them to open they minds

I get on stage, veins pop out of my face

Sweat pours out my pores

Like this war is a race

I say «put your hands up»

No punk is out of place

And we do rap hands

While i …

Meet and greet is super sweet

Lasts as long as the show

No cuts no …

Back of the line you must go

I’m disarmin' and I’m charmin' and my sharpie is spent

…then we duck into the van and we jet

We’re on the road

Off to another show

We got to go

I’ll call you later bro