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[11 second instrumental to open] [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 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 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 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 [Chorus x2: mc chris] Oh I... drop rhymes... Cop kind... stop time [mc chris] Letras de cancionesBy 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 [Chorus] [mc chris] 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! [Chorus] [11 seconds of instrumental to end] From Letras Mania