stop time

please allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is chris and i do not exist, it's just some shit that a kid did just for kicks, an effort of the last ditch, to stop the steel from slitting the wrist, thick in the midst of life being a bitch of just being chris, that's when the little fucker just started flipping the script, cleaning his kicks, clearing his throat, betting the chips, that there's a bunch of kids like him with no rims, no checks, no chicks, no switches to flip, like edward scissorhands with mad salivia glands, mc chris spits like a kid when he is really is a man, and he really is a fan of the skywalker clan, and any other band claiming that they're weaker than, started out a solo mission, quickly became round up, of any underdog, any unlovable pound pup, any mother fuck who's a thug, thanks to bad luck, any punk that's drunk 'cause he ain't found love, oh i drop rhymes, cop kind, stop time, by verse two i wasn't even on the map, till all that jazz let all the cats see where i was at, they downloaded all my raps, saw that shit was fat, like fat albert on the can after eatin' fifty hams, mad kids were clapping hands, with their windows down, fucking up their town with the mc sound, consider this mc effortless, never felt profound, now it's, fuck a pronoun, third person from here on out, that's what people do with clout when they wanna get their pimp on, they show up uninvited and then double dip their chip on, i'll instill a little pride in the shy guy with the clip on, back by the punch bowl and the bumping sound system, he's dancing all by himself, he wants to dance with someone else, i guess it helps if you speak a little elf, chant the tiniest hermione spell it'll make the mightiest melt, watch him crumble into puddles cause he's just a geek, you supply the leet speak, we'll supply the beat, it's a brand new dating service to an the endless sea of nerdage, check the verbage then please look beneath the surface, oh i drop rhymes, cop kind, stop time, my voice is just like me, really fucking high, it's sad you wanna battle i hope you just up chuck and die, i'm not here to look fly, by dissin' on some guy, i'm here to hit on ladies with my motherfuckin' rhymes, these are troubled times and we need to squash the hate, just like david silver before this next commercial break, so before you log on just to motherfuckin flame, you have to understand you missed the point and you are lame, do you think this is just a game? this ain't no rpg, mc chris is just a brand, homes, that shit's hardly me, trying to hustle for that dollar so i get something to eat, pay my bills, buy some games, and perhaps a little weed, is that too much to ask? do i seem too defensive?, pensive over lessons that my fans are double guessin?, you guessed it and how does an mc stay impressive?, to all the naysayers, knuckleheads, and rubberneckers, by mic checkin' i reckon, reflect a moment or second, on the most bad ass tag team you seen since tekken, representin' like i'm fenton, all ass i kick, mc chris will let you in, if you don't start no shit, oh i drop rhymes, cop kind, stop time,