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 bitchof 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 unloveable pound pup

Any mother fuck who's a thug, thanks to bad luck

Any punk that's drunk 'cause he ain't found love



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By verse two I wasn't even on the map

'Til all that jazz let all the cats see where I was at

They downloaded all my raps, saw the 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 asked, 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



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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 aint 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 

mcchris will let you in, if you don't start no shit.



Oh I

Drop rhymes

Cop kind

Stop time



Oh I

Drop rhymes

Cop kind

Stop time