[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
I wanna let y'all know, I wasn’t even gonna show up today
I got some bad news this week
My grandmother got bit by a bee, y'all
It was one of them East African bees, it’s not funny
But when I heard this was for y'all I showed up, so let’s get it
I said… Charlie, Charlie, Charlie…
I’ma be calm, Charlie, I ain't gon' lose my voice
"You'll get engaged with the rage!!!"—I ain't gon' do that, boy
This is battle rap; anything past, we can scrap for that
Don’t stand here talkin' between my rounds, we got Smack for that
If I say somethin' hot, my nigga, I don’t want no dap for that
Oh, you just wanna be friends and play with these words…
Well, they got apps for that!
Nigga, fuck your entourage! This for that parmesan
Since the boss been gone
You turn to Scott Baio and put Charles in charge? NAHH!
‘Cause when Charles was gone
He was dissin' you, sayin' that you owe eight
I got double that versus Surf and bought an Audi '08
He seen my car and was like, "You got all of them dollars?"
I know your persona, don’t hate
Oklahoma, Nevada: your initial state was the envy… okay
So I can stand here and laugh with him
Or I can kill him with the cold face
‘Cause you took my bar verse Ars about brushin' me wrong
And flipped it with the Colgate
That ain't what the Don say
Who gave you bad directions? You lost, took it the wrong way
Now I got somethin' that I owe clips
So I load up with the old clips
First two was hot, and the third got stuck like the old Clips
You know the old Clips that stumbled in his old clips
Then said they owe Clips? — Oh, Clips!
You stumbled all 2013 and now you claimin' you the best, nigga?
Since they gas him I’m supposed to be Pat, nigga
Well, vrooom… I’m a vet, nigga!
And you X-Factor, not ‘cause your priorities set, nigga
‘Cause every chance they get, the fans make your head bigger
My first gun was a .38 revolver
I got that from my nigga Roger
My point is, before I even knew about Clips I was already poppin'
And just ‘cause it was GrindTime I didn’t stumble out
Or come up here with the I-I-I got you, the-the-the mumble mouth
Sonic the Hedgehog game
If I get hit on this stage, rounds keep comin' out
You barely have thirds!
At that point you shoulda got fired from it, son
I see you lazy like McGrady so you’ll never retire number one
He’s so redundant and simplistic
Y'all all know that one Clips bit
Where he goes into a scheme and you can predict it
Way before he spits it? He’s like…
"I’m in that flyin' Spur, then I’m dunkin' in my homie's Charger
Got twenty, take your top off, that Ginobili spark ya
My other gun, Kawhi Leonard, this other homie darker"
Then he’ll say somethin' about point guard, a 9
And what y'all see comin'? (crowd predicts: Tony Parker!)
Okay, okay, y'all with me!
What about when he said, "I’m way better, and way clever"
Say somethin' about Pacquiao or ring
And what y'all see comin'? (crowd predicts: Mayweather!)
See what I’m tryna say?
Them bars like the next exit off the highway
They know when to get off, you tell 'em it’s comin' a mile away
But he does have fire writtens, he got fire writtens
Like when he said "without Clips, Hollow ain't killin' shit"
But if you freestyle half your battles
And there ain’t no fire in pen, then what good is Clips?
I ain't sayin' your shit wack
But bro, it's the same move every time you kick that
Setup, punchline, setup, punchline—that’s how you spit that?
Just a candy rapper with four bars: you a…
(Crowd predicts: Kit Kat!) — see how easy it is to predict that?
The aim gon’ change his range
The range gon’ change the bang
The bang gon’ change his frame, the frame gon'—
Boy, yo' bitch ugly as hell, my nigga
I mean his bitch is just aww
You like battle bitches, with gun lines? Bitches with bars?!?
Rule number one: this is a business
And the mix is a flaw, I don’t mix it at all
You won’t hear a single drop 'bout I: no Kendrick Lamar
But he went from Ash Cash, now you hittin' Couture
Nigga, for bands I wouldn’t smash that: no expensive guitar
She the one against O'fficial, dressed like a dyke, right?
Hair everywhere, Scary Spice like
That bitch look like Whitney on the pipe night
Or Tina after Ike fight
But you gettin' stacks now
Get her hair done, put that hood boog in Fendi
Oh, I guess it’s your lady’s luck
We never seen her look good with Remy
And you know what’s the saddest shit?
I’ve been to they crib, when he mad at her and she mad at him
It’s hilarious, ‘cause instead of arguments they actually start battlin'
She be like, "If I come in and you textin'
I bring the TEC's in, and start shootin'…"
And he's like: "Shut up, bitch! You losin'!"
She storm out, go to the kitchen
She like, "Charlie, you ate my food again? Charlie! Charlie!"
He in the back talkin' about "Guess what room I’m in!"
But alright, alright… I ruined it…
Bro, third round against Rex, you said the truest shit
But please don’t come up here and act like your moms tough
‘Cause I bet a thousand large bucks
That in real life my mom will fuck your mom up
A'ight, a'ight, let me put this up, let me settle down
What he need to beat me…
I'ma save that for the second round, L.O.M.
I wanna let y'all know, I wasn’t even gonna show up today
I got some bad news this week
My grandmother got bit by a bee, y'all
It was one of them East African bees, it’s not funny
But when I heard this was for y'all I showed up, so let’s get it
I said… Charlie, Charlie, Charlie…
I’ma be calm, Charlie, I ain't gon' lose my voice
"You'll get engaged with the rage!!!"—I ain't gon' do that, boy
This is battle rap; anything past, we can scrap for that
Don’t stand here talkin' between my rounds, we got Smack for that
If I say somethin' hot, my nigga, I don’t want no dap for that
Oh, you just wanna be friends and play with these words…
Well, they got apps for that!
Nigga, fuck your entourage! This for that parmesan
Since the boss been gone
You turn to Scott Baio and put Charles in charge? NAHH!
‘Cause when Charles was gone
He was dissin' you, sayin' that you owe eight
I got double that versus Surf and bought an Audi '08
He seen my car and was like, "You got all of them dollars?"
I know your persona, don’t hate
Oklahoma, Nevada: your initial state was the envy… okay
So I can stand here and laugh with him
Or I can kill him with the cold face
‘Cause you took my bar verse Ars about brushin' me wrong
And flipped it with the Colgate
That ain't what the Don say
Who gave you bad directions? You lost, took it the wrong way
Now I got somethin' that I owe clips
So I load up with the old clips
First two was hot, and the third got stuck like the old Clips
You know the old Clips that stumbled in his old clips
Then said they owe Clips? — Oh, Clips!
You stumbled all 2013 and now you claimin' you the best, nigga?
Since they gas him I’m supposed to be Pat, nigga
Well, vrooom… I’m a vet, nigga!
And you X-Factor, not ‘cause your priorities set, nigga
‘Cause every chance they get, the fans make your head bigger
My first gun was a .38 revolver
I got that from my nigga Roger
My point is, before I even knew about Clips I was already poppin'
And just ‘cause it was GrindTime I didn’t stumble out
Or come up here with the I-I-I got you, the-the-the mumble mouth
Sonic the Hedgehog game
If I get hit on this stage, rounds keep comin' out
You barely have thirds!
At that point you shoulda got fired from it, son
I see you lazy like McGrady so you’ll never retire number one
He’s so redundant and simplistic
Y'all all know that one Clips bit
Where he goes into a scheme and you can predict it
Way before he spits it? He’s like…
"I’m in that flyin' Spur, then I’m dunkin' in my homie's Charger
Got twenty, take your top off, that Ginobili spark ya
My other gun, Kawhi Leonard, this other homie darker"
Then he’ll say somethin' about point guard, a 9
And what y'all see comin'? (crowd predicts: Tony Parker!)
Okay, okay, y'all with me!
What about when he said, "I’m way better, and way clever"
Say somethin' about Pacquiao or ring
And what y'all see comin'? (crowd predicts: Mayweather!)
See what I’m tryna say?
Them bars like the next exit off the highway
They know when to get off, you tell 'em it’s comin' a mile away
But he does have fire writtens, he got fire writtens
Like when he said "without Clips, Hollow ain't killin' shit"
But if you freestyle half your battles
And there ain’t no fire in pen, then what good is Clips?
I ain't sayin' your shit wack
But bro, it's the same move every time you kick that
Setup, punchline, setup, punchline—that’s how you spit that?
Just a candy rapper with four bars: you a…
(Crowd predicts: Kit Kat!) — see how easy it is to predict that?
The aim gon’ change his range
The range gon’ change the bang
The bang gon’ change his frame, the frame gon'—
Boy, yo' bitch ugly as hell, my nigga
I mean his bitch is just aww
You like battle bitches, with gun lines? Bitches with bars?!?
Rule number one: this is a business
And the mix is a flaw, I don’t mix it at all
You won’t hear a single drop 'bout I: no Kendrick Lamar
But he went from Ash Cash, now you hittin' Couture
Nigga, for bands I wouldn’t smash that: no expensive guitar
She the one against O'fficial, dressed like a dyke, right?
Hair everywhere, Scary Spice like
That bitch look like Whitney on the pipe night
Or Tina after Ike fight
But you gettin' stacks now
Get her hair done, put that hood boog in Fendi
Oh, I guess it’s your lady’s luck
We never seen her look good with Remy
And you know what’s the saddest shit?
I’ve been to they crib, when he mad at her and she mad at him
It’s hilarious, ‘cause instead of arguments they actually start battlin'
She be like, "If I come in and you textin'
I bring the TEC's in, and start shootin'…"
And he's like: "Shut up, bitch! You losin'!"
She storm out, go to the kitchen
She like, "Charlie, you ate my food again? Charlie! Charlie!"
He in the back talkin' about "Guess what room I’m in!"
But alright, alright… I ruined it…
Bro, third round against Rex, you said the truest shit
But please don’t come up here and act like your moms tough
‘Cause I bet a thousand large bucks
That in real life my mom will fuck your mom up
A'ight, a'ight, let me put this up, let me settle down
What he need to beat me…
I'ma save that for the second round, L.O.M.
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