Stop Time Lyrics - Mc Chris

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 

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Oh I Drop rhymes 

Cop kind, Stop time 

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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 

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Oh I Drop rhymes 

Cop kind, Stop time 

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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 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 

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