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Lil_Chip Has A Lil Tip
- Splash, drip, press the issue on his chick, bitch, y’all ain't with static when the stick rips
- Almost like I dropped a single, doc, the rivals gon’ get wrinkles
- Shut the door and dip with sprinkles, homicides ain’t simple needs bro
- Even on pause, I’m still in limbo, I got a grip of info
- These chump made MCs on the low with the dry rhymes
- Now the sky cryin'? I could fold you all before the week’s outtimed
- Come my way, I’ll body you off a line, you nap now, deep sleep time
- Pull your weak cards from the rap deck, chatbots swear they snap next
- I’m legit, my tracks press, I keep a scroll of names, and there ain’t no pass for the blacklist
- I’ll snipe your double disc off a practice, I’m a menace like when the game cracked fists
- All of y’all can get it, I’m too live, so test me and it’s bye bye
- Talk big and pay high fines, y’all garbage, ain’t a tag worth writin’ in my lines
- Bunch of kittens wearin’ mics, I double dare you to rhyme, y’all trash, I ain’t bluffin’, y’all tracks dry
- Get a whiff and hit the same spot I ditched my chill at, I’m flyin’ past the goals that yo mama mapped
- But morals in this lane is what y’all lack, and I earned my stripes to call y’all whack
- I’ll slash your act now, bag chips off these pads, get smacked clown
- You ain’t lucid, you a short dwarf off that Trappist beer, you fold soon as you sense I’m near
- I’m closin’ in, you froze in fear, you soft, forget shivs, get trimmed with shears
- And “Chip” ain’t the ID, that’s a misname, "Lil_Chip"? That’s a big game?
- You ain’t killin’ the Boat with a pressure point hitframe, got some big framing
- I drop fire, I don’t need steel, throw dirt at ya ride, but I feast still
- I swore I caught someone shoutin' in, hard to catch from depths I been drownin' in
- Shocked, he chalkin' me up as a soft pick, his bars sound like something a Discord mod did
- Grime tier rapper supreme, sucker punching, plungin’ latrine, this clown’s weak, ain’t a soul givin’ two blinks
- Cafeteria meal stink, bit then spit sink, and that dumb term might boost your stature, go capture
- Another backwards cracker with white robes, huh what? “Permission not granted” Follow that tip you chanted
- DVD these, phrases like these re schemed, enlightenment beams from sewer steam I dreamed
- The hype you breathe equal to tales you weave, ain’t no luck needed to sun this dweeb
- Done with him? Nah, restart the part where he fall again, peel his skin, carve messages surgical with emphasis
- Jottin’ sins in, endless grim adjectives, your scribbles dim and brittle filaments which I obliterates
- Rockets locked in fists in realms you don’t walk within, deploy psalms laced with Adderall
- Glitched out with Easter bombs, break your verses like stocks dropped
- Tell me where your filler stacked, you hit my inbox, that’s a real mishap
- What I crave is an assault, not a mock, I stay aloof, you scrap and I rock
- Rock digger, you packed with junk, kiss so much booty, you an astrologist, bruh
- If you pressed, then clench your hand, spaz out, then swing on your mental man
- You don’t want none of this, you phantom mist, lil insect, get schooled what the answer is
- I'm depthless with relentless drops, you at the ending spot of recognized tops
- So you toss it? Damn, you launch it, so I’ll dismiss this nerd heartless
- I drop a weak track? What’s with the playground burns
- He clownin’ himself, guess karma hurts
- Only snag I see, you borrowin' your mom’s line
- You at the bottom? I get it, spittin’ with no spine
- That’s wild, the "bar achievement" don’t apply if I ain’t signed
- That’s the wrap for now, go grab your jeans, lil guy
- Why would I crave insight from dudes that I’m cleared above?
- Score your joint, here’s a ranking glove, G minus, I beat you, bruh
- Clash vet er an, that "G" score I dealt got the forum postin’ unanimous
- Now lemme school you, here’s my syllabus, raging wreckers ripping realms and refinement
- Stans with spectacular havoc, starting sparks till ya squad go silent
- I dine when yo mama legs spread, you gon get clipped and drained then
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