Please allow me to reintroduce myself
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My name is Chris
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And I do not exist
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It's just some shit that a kid did just for kicks
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An effort of the last ditch
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To stop the steel from slitting the wrist
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Thick in the midst of life being a bitchof just being Chris
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That's when the little fucker just started flipping the script
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Cleaning his kicks, clearing his throat, betting the chips
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That there's a bunch of kids like him with no rims
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No checks, no chicks, no switches to flip
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Like Edward Scissorhands with mad salivia glands
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MC Chris spits like a kid when he is really is a man
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And he really is a fan of the Skywalker clan
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And any other band claiming that they're weaker than
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Started out a solo mission, quickly became round up
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Of any underdog, any unloveable pound pup
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Any mother fuck who's a thug, thanks to bad luck
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Any punk that's drunk 'cause he ain't found love
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Oh I
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Drop rhymes
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Cop kind
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Stop time
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Oh I
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Drop rhymes
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Cop kind
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Stop time
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By verse two I wasn't even on the map
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'Til all that jazz let all the cats see where I was at
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They downloaded all my raps, saw the shit was fat
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Like Fat Albert on the can after eatin fifty hams
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Mad kids were clapping hands, with their windows down
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Fucking up their town with the MC sound
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Consider this MC effortless, never felt profound
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Now it's, fuck a pronoun, third person from here on out
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That's what people do with clout
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When they wanna get their pimp on
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They show up uninvited and then double dip their chip on
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I'll instill a little pride in the shy guy with the clip on
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Back by the punch bowl and the bumping sound system
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He's dancing all by himself
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He wants to dance with someone else
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I asked, it helps if you speak a little elf
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Chant the tiniest hermione spell
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It'll make the mightiest melt
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Watch him crumble into puddles 'cause he's just a geek
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You supply the leet speak, we'll supply the beat
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It's a brand new dating service
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To an the endless sea of nerdage
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Check the verbage
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Then please look beneath the surface
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Oh I
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Drop rhymes
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Cop kind
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Stop time
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Oh I
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Drop rhymes
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Cop kind
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Stop time
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My voice is just like me, really fucking high
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It's sad you wanna battle I hope you just up chuck and die
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I'm not here to look fly, by dissin on some guy
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I'm here to hit on ladies with my motherfuckin rhymes
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these are troubled times and we need to squash the hate
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just like David Silver before this next commercial break
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so before you log on just to motherfuckin flame
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you have to understand you missed the point and you are lame
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do you think this is just a game? this aint no rpg.
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mc chris is just a brand, homes, that shit's hardly me
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trying to hustle for that dollar so i get something to eat,
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pay my bills, buy some games and perhaps a little weed
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is that too much to ask? do i seem too defensive?
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pensive over lessons that my fans are double guessin?
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you guessed it. and how does an mc stay impressive
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to all the naysayers, knuckleheads, and rubberneckers?
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by mic checkin i reckon, reflect a moment or second
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on the most bad ass tag team you seen since tekken
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representin like I'm fenton. all ass i kick
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mcchris will let you in, if you don't start no shit.
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Oh I
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Drop rhymes
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Cop kind
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Stop time
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Oh I
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Drop rhymes
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Cop kind
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Stop time
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Stop Time
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| MC Chris |
