MC Plus+ - Tip Top lyrics

[Armand Navabi] Hey Girl, did you have that date with Almonzo the other night? ...or whatever is name is [Bimbo] Well, I was. I wanted his hard-drive, 'till I found out it was FLOPPY! [Armand Navabi] No, he didn't? [Bimbo] Better turn gay right now, y'know what I'm saying; Take it in the bu*t! [MCPlus+] Oh sh** Monzy, now you got The Empty Set comin' atcha Monzy. f**ed up now, f**ed up now, man! Coming straight atcha dome with this hip-hop flavor You're not safe if you're home, it's the chip-hop saviour Monzy out of luck. [???] Don't give a f**, who you roll with. When you see The Empty Set you're going to yell "Oh sh**!" [???] I'll even let you choose, man Which MC is going to make you lose your will to live. We roll with the baddest clique with the sickest lyrics over the fattest beats that are mathematically consistent as you face defeat So I pa** the mike, figure out how you'd like to die Reckoning you don't give Vitamin Z a try He's deadly on the mike, lethal in real life Z, shred up this s**er like your lyrics are a knife [Vitamin Z] Chip-hop, rips spots like every single day Chip-hop, gets caught in the middle of the fray Chip-hop, flip flops these motherf**ers' brains Chip-hop, tip top, it always will remain Let me kick it to this motherf**er one more time Monzy, you're a punk and you crossed the line You took our name in vain and you f**ed with mine Now we're putting heads to bed with some sick-a** rhymes So let me kick this verse like a h**n habit I got your rap fix, more tricks than silly rabbits You sound like Charlie Babbit, the motherf**ing rain man You want to win the battle but you ain't even trained, man You want to write checks but you ain't paid dues You want to write raps; I'll have you singing the blues 'Cause when the Empty Set catches up with you You'll be on a respirator in the ICU Yeah, you make your chatter in your Stanford sweater Put a pickle in your mouth and you sound much better Double-fisting 'yak and ripping up the track Doritos Cool Ranch are the chips you stack Your beat is whack, and you smell like sack You'll be hitting up your boyfriend for the sneak attack Your girl was with me unzipping my jeans But the gold in her grill made my dick go green 'Cause I got the style that makes the ladies smile When I whip it out now I call it "The Green Mile" The sh** we got, oh, it's so elegant It's like the periodic table of the elements We're good as gold, krypton, and nickel So close your mouth 'cause I think you dropped your pickle So let me break it down to protons and neutrons We're making bread, and y'all are making croutons Your crew can slobber; my crew can spit Your crew is doo-doo; my crew's the sh** That's how we does when the fuse is lit So go warn your crew before we bruise your lip [Vitamin Z] Chip-hop, rips spots like every single day Chip-hop, gets caught in the middle of the fray Chip-hop, flip flops these motherf**ers' brains Chip-hop, tip top, it always will remain So many rappers believe they can spit They don't understand that they sound like sh** They make a beat using 16 bit midi [???] Taking [???] from the boys like a bunch of f**ing idiots They like to scream in mics like they're DMX So they can fool you into thinking they got hair on their chests House of sticks made of cardboard, with a vinyl frontage They're about as hard as HTML in Frontpage Let me call a variable to illustrate The b**h MC model I seek to illuminate A debuggerer coming from the west shore Little Monzy doesn't know it but he don't want more Please whine "k** -9" one more time One more whack rhyme to make you think you shine Ha! I'm f**ing laughing when you try to make it happen Empty Set is rocking sh** from Santa Monica to Staten You should know my rapping routine is k**-proof I run rings around you in memory that's spill-proof You think you can take being peer reviewed? I can review you from here: Pee-yew! You f**ing stink, dude Stick to coding and lay down that mic And take beats by the [???] production out of the light Please ctrl-break, God damn, for goodness sake They disappear forever like the lady in the lake I can't be resisted like I'm made of neutronium Blowing up the scene like fissile plutonium I'm making MCs greener than chromium-3 'Cause my sk**s send chills through those that step to me Monzy will keep on sticking to his favorite recipe Substituting acronyms for MCing abilities And that's fine, little shorty, you keep on trying 'Cause the Empty Set is going to keep on flying [Vitamin Z] Chip-hop, rips spots like every single day Chip-hop, gets caught in the middle of the fray Chip-hop, flip flops these motherf**ers' brains Chip-hop, tip top, it always will remain