[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Word is y’all wanted to watch Sir Charles ball out in Phoenix again
That ain’t even a punchline and y’all can already see the crowd feel that
They say “Chill Clips, you’re going against Illmac’
He’s a white rapper you shouldn’t let this steel clap”
Well the Calicoe I brought is not the host of this battle that was real rap
I’ma put this man behind bars all night for nothing you should feel black
Mama told me slavery ended a long time ago
But I seen these leagues still picking cotton and his name is Ilmac’
Well what’s popping cracker?
The main nigga is home, he want his field back
You got killed by Hollow and Conceited in one hour, you should feel wack
You got lost for words and had to read a thesaurus/The Saurus to get your skills back
Is it Illmac-u-late or Illmac-u-let?
Well Illmac-u-let your wig get peeled back
My wordplay is too amazing, I know the crowd feel that
You see these leagues put a battery in his back
And they paid me to come and kill that
Cause overcharging a battery is the main reason that we kill Macs
Hold on for a second though
Petty hustler bars, oh that mean my flow past crack
I raise the Glock or raise the stock, like I know NASDAQ
I’ll let him hold half that
He’ll eat so many shells his autopsy report will read "Joe's Crab Shack"
I don’t leave my crib to go and hustle
The fiends come by and then they buy again
They pull up, I give the work-out by the door, that’s the iron gym
Big gat, knock off fat, if I miss then I’ma try again
It’s a gauge and this 1-12 will have you dying Slim
I don’t talk about pulling guns out on Twitter
Cause these ain’t the kind of shots to follow
I’m on Eastern Time, I kill him tonight, that mean he died tomorrow
I feel like battle rap cameramen
I zoom in with the cannon like Twizz give him a lot of Hollows
But if I pan, I turn this fruit into a vegetable, that’s Avocado
I hope you don’t think my nigga came from Roc-A-Fella cause Freeway kid
I Roc fellas, the gun poking out like Freeway beard
Freestyle off the top but we all know you ain’t gon’ say shit
Fuck it I freestyled off the top, I’m on some Day’ shit
You want bars? I’m just joking with you niggas
He thought I fucked up, I was just showing him I’m straight nice
You nice, but you ain’t gon’ do shit for Real, you Daylyt
Word is y’all wanted to watch Sir Charles ball out in Phoenix again
That ain’t even a punchline and y’all can already see the crowd feel that
They say “Chill Clips, you’re going against Illmac’
He’s a white rapper you shouldn’t let this steel clap”
Well the Calicoe I brought is not the host of this battle that was real rap
I’ma put this man behind bars all night for nothing you should feel black
Mama told me slavery ended a long time ago
But I seen these leagues still picking cotton and his name is Ilmac’
Well what’s popping cracker?
The main nigga is home, he want his field back
You got killed by Hollow and Conceited in one hour, you should feel wack
You got lost for words and had to read a thesaurus/The Saurus to get your skills back
Is it Illmac-u-late or Illmac-u-let?
Well Illmac-u-let your wig get peeled back
My wordplay is too amazing, I know the crowd feel that
You see these leagues put a battery in his back
And they paid me to come and kill that
Cause overcharging a battery is the main reason that we kill Macs
Hold on for a second though
Petty hustler bars, oh that mean my flow past crack
I raise the Glock or raise the stock, like I know NASDAQ
I’ll let him hold half that
He’ll eat so many shells his autopsy report will read "Joe's Crab Shack"
I don’t leave my crib to go and hustle
The fiends come by and then they buy again
They pull up, I give the work-out by the door, that’s the iron gym
Big gat, knock off fat, if I miss then I’ma try again
It’s a gauge and this 1-12 will have you dying Slim
I don’t talk about pulling guns out on Twitter
Cause these ain’t the kind of shots to follow
I’m on Eastern Time, I kill him tonight, that mean he died tomorrow
I feel like battle rap cameramen
I zoom in with the cannon like Twizz give him a lot of Hollows
But if I pan, I turn this fruit into a vegetable, that’s Avocado
I hope you don’t think my nigga came from Roc-A-Fella cause Freeway kid
I Roc fellas, the gun poking out like Freeway beard
Freestyle off the top but we all know you ain’t gon’ say shit
Fuck it I freestyled off the top, I’m on some Day’ shit
You want bars? I’m just joking with you niggas
He thought I fucked up, I was just showing him I’m straight nice
You nice, but you ain’t gon’ do shit for Real, you Daylyt
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