Artist: mc chris Album: Race Wars Song: On the Road Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro/Chorus: mc chris] We're on the road; off to another show We got to go; I'll call you later bro [mc chris] Every year, for about five months To be very clear, I go out and find funds How to collect from the many that are particular about their pennies They 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 8's dine at Waffle after hours I like 'em smothered, fingers covered in biscuit powder Seldom shower, scare the 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 it got stow-and-go seating The road might sound redundant but it does bear repeating [Chorus] [mc chris] I brought house music, I hate disc jocks I like Cracker Barrel, I like their gift shop I like their pork chops, I like the 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" I 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 [Chorus] [mc chris] 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, well they get in a line I've been to far away locales and they still gettin in lines They're getting younger ever summer gettin older than wine Now I'm advising and reminding them to open they minds Get up 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 shop in outerspace Meet and greet is super sweet, lasts as long as the show No cuts, no fucks, no coconuts, back of the line you must go I'm disarmin and I'm charmin and my Sharpie is spent I'm luggin then I duck into the van then we jet [Chorus]