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      Oh I   Drop rhymes   Cop kind   Stop time      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 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      Oh I   Drop rhymes   Cop kind   Stop time      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 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