MC Chris - Stop Time lyrics

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 a last ditch to stop the steel
From slittin the wrists
Thick in the midst of life bein a bitch
Or just bein Chris
That's when the little fucker just
Started flippin the script
Cleanin his kicks, clearin his throat
Bettin 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 spit's like a kid
When he is really is a man
And he really is a fan of the Skywalker clan
And any other band claimin
That they're weaker than
Started out a solo mission
Quickly became round up
Of any underdog, any unloveable pound pup
Any motherfuck 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
'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 clappin hands
With their windows down
Fuckin up the 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 they
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 bumpin sound system
He's dancin all by himself
He wants to dance with someone else
Ah yes 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 l33t 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, c'mon

My voice is just like me, really fuckin high
It's sad you wanna battle
Hope you just upchuck 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 all
Need to squash the hate
Just like David Silver 'fore
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
You think this is a game? This ain't no RPG
Mc chris is just a brand homes
That shit is hardly me
Tryin to hustle for the dollar
And get somethin 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 some
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, c'mon!