[Round 1: Iron Solomon]
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
I wanna know what it's like it have actually brought Rum Nitty's slogan to life
I mean he let you decide and you chose suicide?
You like South Park Kenny who we just don't want to let go
No matter how many times you die you still show up the next show
I mean you was on the verge and got big headed from success
Now it's you or Jaz The Rapper, I don't know who gives a fuck less
The first time you half assed a battle we let that go
But, but once you half ass twice you just an asshole
Well tonight, if we don't get some effort put in your pen
Y'all league owners better never fucking book him again
The show's over fuck your little half time act
You got clips, Charlie, you really strapped like that?
You try to take my lid off I'll have my man Ice snap
Like he did for Cortez and throw the caps right back
So we gon' get the full Clips or bullshit or nine minutes?
The truth is we don't trust you, you made that bed now lie in it
I mean for real Charlie your slogan is "Sike I lied" isn't it?
Shit, I can't even spell "Charlie" without the "lie" in it
There's the Clips with the freestyles, the Clips with the three rounds
The one we fast forward through and the Clips that gets rewound
Well Clips could roll up rapping anyway he want
I'll smoke all these Clips I'll face it once like a second generation blunt
See, see, you, you took too many matches and that's what made you tender
But before when we saw you we knew you was a great contender
But haven't stepped on this stage from ever and really gave the effort
Charlie, your career, how can we count on our ruler if he won't take the measures?
Well now, you better pray to God cause I could be your savior dawg
Or put a barrel on your throat like a Saint Bernard
Either way you can't protect the throne it's time to change the guard
Charlie, your career is in limbo, you need to raise the bar
Or this will be your curtain call
The lesson that you learning dawg
Is hard work beats talent, when talent isn't working hard
We've seen him serve 'em all, handle beef like a burger store
You vegan now, it ain't the same ingredients we heard before (herbivore)
And I'm shocked, cause you electrified the fans
But in yo' current form
You not as charged you lost your spark and now the whole circuit board/bored
See, you was the people's champion, we rooted for you the seeds was planted
But we stumped cause when we seen you branching out that's when he leaves us hanging?
After Tay Roc, you got bolder (boulder) your ego keeps expanding
And once you felt your rep had been cemented you took the streets for granted (granite)
And they paved your road tripping
Y'all pitched in the gas money
Well moving forward no one's riding with him, he a crash dummy
We doing this in Toronto I could've bodied him at home
I came to G check this dick head like Bonnie did Charron
See there's a bad one in every battle, you to rotten to rep The Apple
Even "king of Harlem" is a status we'll never hand you
Mook got the crown Uptown, he'll keep casting a heavy shadow
As long as you and Loaded Lux keep getting wacker with every battle
And just in case your fans think you bodying Iron
It's only King Of The Dot, right? I'm not even trying
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
I wanna know what it's like it have actually brought Rum Nitty's slogan to life
I mean he let you decide and you chose suicide?
You like South Park Kenny who we just don't want to let go
No matter how many times you die you still show up the next show
I mean you was on the verge and got big headed from success
Now it's you or Jaz The Rapper, I don't know who gives a fuck less
The first time you half assed a battle we let that go
But, but once you half ass twice you just an asshole
Well tonight, if we don't get some effort put in your pen
Y'all league owners better never fucking book him again
The show's over fuck your little half time act
You got clips, Charlie, you really strapped like that?
You try to take my lid off I'll have my man Ice snap
Like he did for Cortez and throw the caps right back
So we gon' get the full Clips or bullshit or nine minutes?
The truth is we don't trust you, you made that bed now lie in it
I mean for real Charlie your slogan is "Sike I lied" isn't it?
Shit, I can't even spell "Charlie" without the "lie" in it
There's the Clips with the freestyles, the Clips with the three rounds
The one we fast forward through and the Clips that gets rewound
Well Clips could roll up rapping anyway he want
I'll smoke all these Clips I'll face it once like a second generation blunt
See, see, you, you took too many matches and that's what made you tender
But before when we saw you we knew you was a great contender
But haven't stepped on this stage from ever and really gave the effort
Charlie, your career, how can we count on our ruler if he won't take the measures?
Well now, you better pray to God cause I could be your savior dawg
Or put a barrel on your throat like a Saint Bernard
Either way you can't protect the throne it's time to change the guard
Charlie, your career is in limbo, you need to raise the bar
Or this will be your curtain call
The lesson that you learning dawg
Is hard work beats talent, when talent isn't working hard
We've seen him serve 'em all, handle beef like a burger store
You vegan now, it ain't the same ingredients we heard before (herbivore)
And I'm shocked, cause you electrified the fans
But in yo' current form
You not as charged you lost your spark and now the whole circuit board/bored
See, you was the people's champion, we rooted for you the seeds was planted
But we stumped cause when we seen you branching out that's when he leaves us hanging?
After Tay Roc, you got bolder (boulder) your ego keeps expanding
And once you felt your rep had been cemented you took the streets for granted (granite)
And they paved your road tripping
Y'all pitched in the gas money
Well moving forward no one's riding with him, he a crash dummy
We doing this in Toronto I could've bodied him at home
I came to G check this dick head like Bonnie did Charron
See there's a bad one in every battle, you to rotten to rep The Apple
Even "king of Harlem" is a status we'll never hand you
Mook got the crown Uptown, he'll keep casting a heavy shadow
As long as you and Loaded Lux keep getting wacker with every battle
And just in case your fans think you bodying Iron
It's only King Of The Dot, right? I'm not even trying
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