Tip Top Lyrics & Chords By Mc Plus+

[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 butt!

[MCPlus+]
Oh shit Monzy, now you got The Empty Set
comin' atcha Monzy. Fucked up now, fucked 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 fuck, who you roll with.
When you see The Empty Set you're going to yell "Oh Shit!"
[???]
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 pass 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 sucker 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 motherfuckers' brains
Chip-hop, tip top, it always will remain

Let me kick it to this motherfucker one more time
Monzy, you're a punk and you crossed the line
You took our name in vain and you fucked with mine
Now we're putting heads to bed with some sick-ass rhymes
So let me kick this verse like a heroin habit
I got your rap fix, more tricks than silly rabbits
You sound like Charlie Babbit, the motherfucking 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 shit 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 shit
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 motherfuckers' brains
Chip-hop, tip top, it always will remain

So many rappers believe they can spit
They don't understand that they sound like shit
They make a beat using 16 bit midi [???]
Taking [???] from the boys like a bunch of fucking 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 bitch 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 "kill -9" one more time
One more whack rhyme to make you think you shine
Ha! I'm fucking laughing when you try to make it happen
Empty Set is rocking shit from Santa Monica to Staten
You should know my rapping routine is kill-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 fucking 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 skills 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 motherfuckers' brains
Chip-hop, tip top, it always will remain