Please allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is chris
and I do not exist, its just some shit that a kid did just for kicks
and I fold up a last ditch stop and steal and slit the wrist
like in the missin life being a bitch or just bein chris
when a little fucker just started flippin the script
cleanin his kicks, clearin his throat, let in the chicks
just a bunch a kids like him
a-no rims, no checks, no chicks, no switches to flip
like Edward Scissorhands wha’, miss another gland
a kid when he really is a man
and he really is a fan of this skywalker clan
and in the other band, claimin notihn weaker than
of any unloved dog any unloved and their bub a pound pup
any mother fucker who’s a thug takes the bad luck
gimmie pork and chops sittin found

oh, I drop rhymes
cop kind
stop time

x2

my first tour I wasnt even on the map
till All That Jazz let all the cats see where I was at
they downloaded all my rhymes, till the shit was fat
like fat albert on the can after eatin 50 hams
man, took a crap by hands with the windows down
fuckin up the town with the mc sound
I did all this - mc effortless
never furple found now, its fuck up now the person from here on out
thats what people do with clout
when they wont get their pimp on
they show up uninvited, and they double dip the chicken
now there’s still a little pride in the shy guy with the clip on
black water postal and I bump the sound system
he’s dancin all by himself
he wants to dance with someone else
I guess it helps if you speak a little elf to the tinest of minds is felt
and i make the mightiest melt
watch him crumble into puddles cause he’s just a geek
you should probably l33t speak when supplyin the beat
it’s a brand of dating service to an endless see of nerdage
check the verbage like for stuff beneathe the surface

Chorus x2

my voice is like me, really fuckin high
you said you want to battle, hope you just have chickened out
I manage to look fly, dissin on some guy
im here to hit on ladies with my mother fuckin rhymes
these are troubled topics and we all need to squash the hate
just like David Silver before this next commercial break
so before you log on just to mother fuckin flame
you have to understand you missed the point and you are lame
you think this is a game?
This aint no RPG
mc chris, just a brand, holmes, that shit's hardly me
im tryin to hustle for the dolla
and get something to eat, pay my bills, buy some games, and perhaps some weed
is that too much to ask?
Do I sound too defensive, passive over lessons that the fans are double guessin
you guessed it, and how does an mc stay impressive?
To all the nay sayers, knuckle heads, and rubber neckers
by mic checkin and wreckin fucked'm in a second
im the most badass tag team you’ve seen says Tekken
represent’n like im fan or at sidekick
mc chris will let you win if you don’t start shit (come on)

chorus x2


Lyrics submitted by BrownBabu84

Stop Time song meanings
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    General CommentAs for the meaning, mc chris is mc chris. He needs no explanation...

    Except I don't understand the line "cop kind". o.O

    That line could use some explanation actually.
    Tandoron July 10, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThese lyrics have a lot of mistakes. right off the bat "and I fold up a last ditch stop" is wrong. It should be "an effort of the last ditch" many other errors as well whoever posted this has little idea or what he is actually saying.
    npcchrison September 23, 2011   Link

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