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Remember that one-rounder that we had in Chicago? Woo! I ain't gon’ lie, that was some classic sh*t Boy, you danced your way out of an ass-whoopin' and showed the world that you could rap wit' Clips You popped a bottle, celebrated a debatable And that was at a time when I was practicin’ abstinence ‘Cause I didn't give a f**k, but I still was killin' pussies by accident Now you got me in a small room, battlin' on the app and sh*t Hopin' this'll make your stature lift Invitin' all of these cameras to this secret location to let your ratchet spit Showin' Smack how you throw bullets in the field, hopin’ to get Lux and Surf after this Puttin’ in all that work for the league for the league to tell you “No” like Kaepernick ‘Cause you not a star You from a city called Pontiac and nobody in your family got a car You not even that nice You make ugly faces like, “I know”, and the crowd get hype n***a, that's not a bar Jesus Christ, Saga ran from me He got low, so (Loso) now me and you gotta spar ‘Cause lyrically, we both Qurans You Butler, and I’m what you read when you tryna find Allah We are not the same I know n***as that don't even rhyme that wanna take my schemes Next to the semi (Semmi), but I ain't Akeem Wit' a rocket, and it ain’t Hakeem Sniper rifle, I'm on the roof Soon as you stop dancin', I'mma take mine clean Until then, you gon' be in the view (interview) more than Ace Amin And by Ace, I mean danger It's kinda hard to stay mellow (‘Melo) when your whole team Blazers I get to wavin', you don't even wave back: he a mean neighbor The MAC open up, JC face everywhere: that's a screensaver Extendo - that sh*t turn the baby into a teenager That's my old gun Wait ‘til they get a load of my new extendo He got a Glock-9 from the plug? Oh, he must have brought a new Nintendo I'll take your niece, lure her (Laura) upstairs, and throw that little b*t*h through the window And you don't think Family Matters ‘til she never come downstairs like Judy Winslow! I'm from Harlem, but the problem? My schemes so fabulous (Fabolous), they think I might be from Brooklyn In front of my building movin' blow in the bag like Spike Lee in Crooklyn Homemade silencer on the gun, I'll clap you while the white people lookin' And they gon' love it, ‘cause I'm raisin' the potato like white people cookin' Now for the Blacks that don't understand that, I can understand, so the hate is valid But Charron in his house goin' crazy ‘cause they put raisins in their potato salad Back to you - you clappin' who? n***a, I want you to imagine that Beasley callin' you, Cheeko sendin' you a deposit, and you about to battle Smack Exactly, won't ever happen, like you squeezin' out of the Cadillac I got some big sh*t that's kickin', like Franchise before battle rap Aye, all you rookies callin' out us vets? I f**k wit' y'all, but y'all depressin' But for the right price, I might walk through the Swamp and give Your Honor lessons My aim so f**kin' good, right now I could palm a Wesson Look in the camera and shoot a hater out the comment section! I know y'all want me to keep goin' ‘cause I'm doin' him dirty But blame Smack ‘cause this the app, and they only paid me to go 2 minutes and 30! (*laughs*) Lately you been wildin' out I been handin' out L's, so lately they called me to bring the L that fits you It's tailored, so I had to put down the pounds...somethin' you never been through Now they say you been on your sh*t lately Yeah, you provin' that, so I assume I should be on my best against you But they seen what I been through War (wore) in battle rap...more than them L.O.M. suits I heard you lost weight, Charlie...and I'm glad you found it But I'm proud of you But bein' mad at Joe for not bein' on his Rushmore? What is this amountin' (a mountain) to? The day we saw Clips in his feelings (fillings) like 50 wit' the face shot... I know, the sh*t wowed me, too The sh*t hit me like a BET voiceover...sh*t didn't even sound like you But nonetheless, they required that special aim Weapon raise, so I'mma let it spray It's not as cheap as you think You know how many calls I get to kill a n***a weak in the ring? Just about every seven days So make this effort worth it, and look alive, man Since when does bringin' these pussies the smoke take a devised plan? I thought you boys was fit for war You'll more likely hear I got deployed into the war before you could ever tell a n***a I ran (Iran) I don't know who the f**k you n***as think you talkin' to It literally goes for all of you! I even told the staff, "It don't matter who you cast, P. ER is the only thing they gon' be walkin' through." I am wit' action I killed yo' ass befo'...but it was in Chicago and they ain't give a f**k 'cause the sh*t happens But you back kickin' So whoever act get clapped wit' him I'm on his trail blazin' I even give his dame dis(s), and now she wrapped in the shack (Shaq) wit' him It's a quick trip I know you not nearsighted, but you never really seen sh*t this tense (tints) It's immeasurable, like my accuracy with six-shots The hits level you One for every limb, then the brain And the last? In (N) the chain...Ncredible! You are just another Tyrese before he became famous 'Cause you on camera in 'My Way' But just another victim of a crime wave For just bein' on camera comin' out the side of your face...any old kind way (Conway) n***a, stop! You jumped in this b*t*h belly-first - you been a flop! I look at you like...Sam Jackson when McDowell's was gettin' robbed Like, "Who the f**k is this as*h**e!?" Then it's the mop! Untuck it and clap I Chef up three of them thangs We can have a rebuttaling match Or I'll take the .30, drop it It'll be like hospice: you can die right where you most comfortable at Who better than I? You already expected to die But the fact that you accepted this death by the God is outlandish I'm outstanding...like a heroin nod And the only thing you deserve from this ability is a welfare check You saw what I did to the shooter and the driver One shot, made him pass at the wheel That sh*t took Bel-Air Prep I know you know the deal They gave me three rounds when I proved I needed one This sh*t 'bout to be overkill And you know that Publishing Clearinghouse sh*t That's that annual check for the weak (week) just so n***as know it's real It's bodybags at every battle Make sure your homie found one Now do not jump in that b*t*h yet, 'cause this is only Round 1 JC...I'm just a different n***a And before this develop into somethin' negative, I end up in jail, havin' a Kodak mo- I hope you get the picture I will pistol-whip Smart Guy 'til the b*t*h come out of him like Sister, Sister Ha-ha-ha... My bad, I just always wanted to do the Kawhi laugh before I clip a (Clipper) n***a! Revolver spinnin' Don't ask me - ask the gun if it got a problem wit' him Deadass, all my ratchets come wit' extensions I love Harlem women I sent a b*t*h to ask him for a Magnum He didn't have the whip, gun, or the condom wit' him So y'all believe Duke carryin'? Word to Grayson Allen, y'all is trippin' Eminem jokes? I can't wait I heard 'em all because I'm in the field 6 feet? No, they gon' bury you 5'9" So button (Budden) up because you gettin' killed I'mma do Slim shady for actin' like he know Slim Shady Knowin' damn well you don't know how that n***a feel Errybody wanna take up for Em until...they left lookin' like Emmett Till! And that's no disrespect to my ancestors That's just a bar, I didn't plan for it See, freestyling, that's just 'The Way I Am', I'm the man for it You wanna 'Lose Yourself'? Good! 'Cause I'm 'Cleanin' Out My Closet' and got a can' for it A old M16 (Em' 16), and wow, I didn't even need a stand ('Stan') for it! Aye, I'm a f**kin' legend and a GOAT But to some of you battle rap n***as, I- I might be Dad Like- Like, I put up a video sayin', "Hadouken, sasaiyuken-" and the sh*t made Mike P mad Me and Mike P beefin' over who was Ryu first? That's the sh*t that made that n***a my enemy? Well, you can be Ryu, bro! 'Cause at least I know you'll never be akin (Ken) to me And aye, speakin' of kin, shout out to my moms, 'cause she always told me that the hate'll come And this is what happens when the computer about to get a perfect on Player 1 Mike P stole my style, but you can have that 'cause you my favorite son Plus I got so many Styles, P, I could give you, Sheek, and Jada one Amazing how I stopped gamblin', but I still know how to cover the spread I see you (ICU), you cold, your mother over you tryna cover your legs "Oh, my baby, he looked so f**kin' young!" That's when I walk in dumpin' the lead Now her baby look like my baby: 16 with one in the head! Hey, aye, hold up You know what? I'm so mu'f**kin' mean wit' it Let's add some 'BOP', take that baby sh*t, and do a whole 'nother scheme wit' it I said, y'all sent the dancer to outshine a n***a from Harlem? Huh - well, this the part where I'll zip him up See, his delivery? Premature But pay attention because it's sick as f**k If he drop the baby? Child services: I'm gon' pick it up And switch to the razor, so every n***a in JC section (C-section) is gettin' cut You the worst punk Always talkin' 'bout bodies, but never put a body in the hearse once They gon' find you wit' your guts in your lap, lookin' like you rolled your first blunt Shoot at me all you want I bet them bullets won't hurt once You know why? 'Cause you shaky like a Twork punch! You know what- your gun game shaky like a Twork punch I know, I know - "Keep goin', Clips, 'cause you doin' him dirty!" But blame Smack 'cause this the- 2 minutes and 30 Jersey! Let's get it Yo, it's on you Second round, JC, let's get it Aight, yo I guess you saw this comin'... Y'all let Nick Cannon gas y'all up to go at Eminem? Don't worry, bro You not finna be takin' all the blame But y'all n***as shoulda jumped on that track...and waited on a train That sh*t was horrible (*laughs*) Hilarious, hilarious That sh*t was horrible And you had the best worst verse outta all of you! And there were multiple! And that n***a didn't even respond...and Y'ALL like 0 and 2! I can't BELIEVE you, bro! Ah, I knew I said Eminem jokes in my second round- I knew it! (*laughs*) I can't believe these n***as On the frontline for Mr. Drumline Battle rappers...and didn't drop one line to make a n***a say, "I'd cop" Not even one time That's why his soul still wanderin' here Nothin' but time borrowin' here He know where he 'bout to go Grandma cooking can't follow him there He know he gettin' it Face shot...wit' a smile I'mma show him what photogenic is The BaldHead blew, had him screamin' like OT Genasis That "check a n***a" sh*t? That didn't start or end wit' him That's for any n***a who don't think they can get wiped off the scene I can go from yo' brother - (*chk-chk*) - to Chi Ali Checkin' pussies and makin' sure not a f**k will be given? Oh, I been on that T-I-P I'm a bad man, and been airin' since Favre passed the torch But I been thrashin' 'em since As savage as savage can get But when my opps wanna play hero, I'll put the gloves down, and tag in this stick (antagonistic) The clip is slidin' b*t*h, get defiant! It's silencers on the barrel when the pistol fryin' I will Summer Impact promo Clips...the sh*t'll be quick and silent Speakin' of, oh, he leakin' blood Who gives a f**k? Clean it up! The sh*t was done so well, I let the new movers keep the rug It was so silent, you could hear a dime get dropped... Speakin' of... Naw, even though this sh*t aim and pop, it's not aimed at Pops You said Mama was the real gangsta in yo' family I respect that, but it explains a lot Like, you are the seed of yo' father No matter how bad you feel about what he did, that sh*t sittin' in yo' blood You will never be like Mama Clips No matter, no wonder how both Charlies let the women be the thugs You literally known for half-effort Showin' up without a third round, when n***as swore you was at yo' tip-top? b*t*h, stop What's the real reason you wasn't fightin'...besides the flip-flops? Never mind! I'll charge that as bein' somethin' we will never find Just know it's other options you can choose instead of frying Like fixin' that tone...like Melodyne A weapon rise You know you can always expect it on me I post slugs, left a lil' bit extra on him Expose mo' blood...than 6ix9ine testimony They know I'm 'bout to spaz! Chopper blast Freestyle ain't how you got your shine It actually came off Roc, bottom line So don't come in this ring throwin' out the pad! I've mastered this n***as been tryin' out for years, and they ain't passin' sh*t But when it come to givin' work out, I hold my own: that's Kaepernick And when it come to puttin' n***as in gowns and lettin' caps fly? Oh, I'm a graduate They said these plugs couldn't be sh*t without the outlet, but I adapted quick Now when I provoke him wit' the toast, do that make me the Reaper or Devil's advocate? And you...is it Wildstyle or battle rap again? I don't know - you do too much flip-floppin', and I can't do the Math wit' this But just don't have another pair on when the next disaster (Dizaster) hit Round 2! JC, I f**k wit' you You better But Omarion, Lil Fizz, and Raz B should be jumpin' you 'Cause you sent a dance video to the n***a that grip they butt But it didn't make you feel uncomfortable And y'all got the nerve to say JC stands for "Jesus Christ"? n***a, my Lord and Savior would never f**k wit' you You been askin' askin' to get Loaded so long, and look at God He put a n***a that's loaded right in front of you And you gon' pretend like you don't give a damn But the way you chasin' Lux, it remind me of Instagram And y'all gon' f**k wit' the plot Oh, 'cause see, you use the ink well, but you always posin' to be somethin' you not Oh, I'mma shut him up, Loaded (uploaded) He gon' get the large picture, and it ain't gon' be somethin' to crop And it's crazy 'cause every time he feel the need to rise, he always gotta see Lux at the top 'Cause you know Inkwell, the filter rise, and you see Lux at the- What are you sellin' me? "The Lord work in mysterious ways" At least that's what my grandmama was tellin' me And she was right 'cause you can do the Robot, but can't get the n***a who could do the Robot And his e-e-e-energy sold separately Jesus Christ, you just had to be the Judas Well, you gon' get these beats bad: these sh*ts Cassidy-influenced And yeah, JC, my e-e-e-energy sold separately...but battery's included! I said, and yeah, you was right I had a couple Rocky steps in my career, but my new sh*t'll make Drago run I'm a different Creed from a Harlem, about 20 blocks away from the Apollo, son I keep bullets all inside my crib I could reach in the linen closet and give you a hollow one And that was crazy when you think about it, 'cause Lennon is Hollow's son I showed Twork - aka Jeroozsalem - who really was the best I battled Math, showed Justin and he really was impressed John John, now JC? I'll even show Jerry who really run the West (Wess) All I do is knock off Js like Rum Nitty gettin' dressed! Imagine me takin' this n***a to the game store to get Madden and 2K, and this n***a pick up Just Dance Put on music, tell him to stand still, and JC just can't Jesus Christ, I'm just Charlie Don't need 100 n***as, it's just Clips And you won't dance for any man in the world, JC...just Chris You know what? You gotta be one of the worst hustlers that I ever met 'Cause you only makin' a thousand off of SMACK You known for baggy clothes, a classic with Chilla, chasin' Lux You kinda lousy wit' the stats Oh sh*t, you did kill Rich Dolarz, though I'm proud of you - in fact I think it's funny 'Cause you bragged about how you ate Dolarz ($8) for a month...and now you on the app! Yeah, I know, I know, keep goin' 'cause I'm doin' him dirty But Smack, you only paid me to go 2 minutes and- Nah, you know what? f**k all that I think I'mma extend the rhyme You paid me to go 2:30, but for my n***as who bought the app, f**k it - I'll extend the time I already know you gon' do Orlando/Nick jokes, prob'ly But you danced for Chris Stokes, and he said he seen that man go down And that's crazy So why bring up Nick and all them lies from Orlando Brown? If I catch you wit' Orlando in Orlando, then them bats go wavin' And them gats go wavin' It'll be more (B-more) n***as in the field throwin' bullets than Lamar Jackson, and That's So Raven I did that just for the app 'cause I was doin' him dirty I gave y'all 2:45, even though I got paid for 2 minutes and 30! I really hate the fact that you been gettin' by wit' that style You love it It's kinda- I don't It's kinda old now But since you been tryin' new sh*t, I told 'em we was gon' bring silencers to mute Clips...right after the Volume go down Now we here Acknowledge fear You just rappin' I'm rappin' to wrap up a body that woulda wrapped up another solid year! I been doin' this sh*t since I started, Clips Show respect...or you know what's next Big Remington, left a hole big as a fist in his sh*t (*chk-chk*) Open-chest One deploy when it burst Y'all pain brings me so much joy that it hurts I mean, it's a cemetery full of plots y'all could sleep in, and you goin' in it first Mad I told you about the plots before you seen 'em? Oh, well, spoiler alert You basic and weak! That was hard You basic and weak You are basic and weak Dyin' from a overdose of a drug that was based in a week Now the hand out for payment n***as love tryna write like me for me, 'til the fans demand that they change it I'm too witty, charm's what makes it unique This sh*t like a Pandora bracelet
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