Dorrito's,Lays,Chetto's, oh yeah mr. chips, read your death kid!
Mr chips, sounds like you should fix your shit/
Im poppen heads like oxyies be splitting zits/
Like exorisit im spinning heads and twisting hips/
Ripping lips, Your gonna get beat kid like red flannels in front of 50 crips/
You dont impress or amuze me,kid you know i am ill so why accuse me/
Im the tightest underground since big was shoved in a casket/
Im spitting more than a kid with a lisp and a studdering habbit/
Its dramatic, my skills fully equiped and released like automatics/
You know my rymes lethal and these-hurt,And im rippen more lines than slashing waldo's t-shirt/
You snake so much styles no wonder your teet-hurt/
Its RELENTLESS, Droppin Tremendous Rhymes endless/
My own apprentice, sewn into admittance/
Of Heat Seeking, Verses Leaking, Essence after peaking/
Time to have a meeting - Featuring Future Felons/
Alarming Defcon, swallowing bullets and teflon/
Spitting Armor Piercing Lines, That threw off Engine 9/
Combined with Solar Minds, Beyond mankind/
Incognito - Raising Fires, Like Bad electrical Wires/
Chips Loose it all.. Like being jacked in Bathroom Stalls/
First squall then take ya Benz, Pride, Ends, And Overall's
Face against the wall, Piss on ya leg in appall/
Tired of Yall, Chips Throwin Scratches/
I Combust like books of matches, Toss Dynamite out secret Hatches/
Fuse up my next batches, " HERE!!!! Somebody Catch This/
Leaving Permanent Rashes on Asses/
"Heres a Towel, Wipe off those ashes" /
Rap bashers couldn't bash this, End up addicts needing Practice/
Then Buried with a dictionary "Source" and Mic in Casket/
SILLY Bastards - Heat seekers have this mastered-
The Boards a Hazard, when our verses are plastured/
Slaughtering Chips Like Lambs Right out the Pasture/
Buttered Down like Toast, Out like that Ghost.......
Mr chips also know as wack rapper,phony herb an actor/
Got you 'shit' covered like i had your ass plastered/
Got your moves and task mastered,serven you wack basterds/
I explode,in more dialect than the writtings of bible codes/
You past intensive care you now entered survival-mode/
I quench quotes,when i present notes/
thats more lethal than white kids in matching trench coats/
Blowen spots like cows attached to C-4/
Ill rip your flesh and toss you in salt water so you can bleed-more/
than 3 virgins who just got raped by 3 whores/
Your shit is 10 minute keystyles cause you want to avoid writers block/
Yet your not like kgb, no one wants to get on a biters cock/
A future worste than hell-waits/
im rippen your ass like molesters with gay cell-mates/
Mr chips you pose no threat like a switzerland army force/
I got the source, my text alone is fucking you in this verbal intercource/
Besides kereokee have you touched a mic,cause i asked you to cypher and you replied im not the type/
Ill do it when the time is right,i would but i wont shine tonight/
all your excuses are misserable attempts to not to flow/
AM I CORRECT??? chips responded " I got To Go"/
Your a 'horrible joke' like those laffy taffy wrappers/
well your who im after,A.O. the keystyling master of diaster....
no there go's 15 of my time!
chips, you got ripped son!
now that other herb is next!
MOs definately hott...
ILL son...NO Doubt...
Enjoying watching yall duke it out...
Keep Blazing em...
This is A Tight Verse...
~Second City Sunz~
That was some dope shit, leavin people parilized!!! Keep up the ill flow!
The one after this got you..
this was extremly dope dope dope.. i have to read his other verse.. even though we beefing.. and i dont even know if i am gona drop another verse this was tight.
Mistah Chips came ill, but I gotta say you ripped him apart. The flow was there and almost every line was on point.
Yes, There We Have It, Mr Chips Rippin.
It Flowed, It Flowed And It Flowed.
Don't Have To Anything More, This Verse Speaks For It Self
Poetik Disciplez '2000