[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Now, I told n***as I would fry Day before the week is out
Never knew that little bar was really meanin' a lot
How ironic, I gotta kill a n***a from out of Queen of the Ring
To become that n***a at King of the Dot
I see you became best friends with Chilla
Well, you better dial Jones
Because you're about to get three from the stock
I thought it was California love
But I feel it's all eyes on me, so which one of you n***as wanna have a meetin' with Pac? Mmkay, mmkayā¦
I'm a vampire, I don't like daylight, I'd rather shoot dawg
Shotgun blowin' in a Crip n***a mouth, but it ain't Snoop Dogg
I run with some outlaws that'll roof dawg
They crazy, let they ratchet buck
An LBC crew that'll stomp him, now that's corrupt
Should I use a 9, automatic or maybe the blade?
Whatever I use'll push this bitch wig back: that's the Lady of Rage
I'll run up on him while he on stage, call your DJ bitch
Turn tables over, he try to run, I hope your DJ quick
āCause MC Hammer right to your left eye, I give him four rounds
I ain't even bring my own gun to Cali, I got my dog pound
Give him all rounds, the shot'll lift his skin
He'll be white by the time the doctor find him
Shout out to Eminem, mmkay mmkayā¦
You did a mmkay/Mortal Kombat scheme against Chilla
Now you got a bear in your sight
You gonna see death in a row, ācause the whole time I did "MK", it stood for Marion Knightāthat's Suge
I'm in your hood, I start airin' the pipe
I hit these Crip n***as, make everyone in blue jet without preparin' a flight, n***a, I'm nice
I flew all the way to Cali just to make sure you pass away
A bulimic model at breakfast time: you eatin' half the tre
I'll catch him while he pickin' his son up from school
You know what I'll do? I'll blast away
Split him in half, his son stayed in school but still saw a half a day
Listen, I ain't your average battler, Davone, I'm a different terror
Got a fifty 9 and a 50, I'll blow your fitted into a different era
Got a long ratchet: that's Shooney, I get that bitch to air ya
If she miss you'll still get a funeral
From the small ratchet: that's her sister Farrah
Off the top, I'm too nice, like if you ain't got those stitches
Imagine this bitch tryin' weavin' a jab
Shout out to TDE, because today every shot gon' hit him
He's gonna have to leave in a cab
I'll throw a bullet like the n***a from the movie Wanted
So when I'm squeezin' the mag
The shit'll go through you, go through you, make Ab-Soul duck
Hit you and make your soul leave through your abs
[Round 1: Daylyt]
What they gone be sayin' is "Clips lost today"
Fuck I gotta slow that down already?
What they gone be sayin' is "Clips lost to Day"
And that goes to all the mothafuckas at Unbias
Who never thought itād happen
My attitude is welcome to the ghetto bitch with a attitude
Letās start the snappin'
The crowd will holla Day early
Due to my gift which is presence, letās start the rappin'
A loss, one Day notice, let me pull a move out
A new box for you like I started packin'
See what a man do? They know
Day flow the new Bayo, I started blackin'
I slowly poke my chest out with these lines
Iām the pacemaker: Iām hard attackin'
You been on a winnin' streak
But Iām the win-breaker: Starter jacket
I take money for a ride, I applied for the job of cab man
Wrong, I would log in on homes: thatās called a cabin
No, Iāma just go a little apes and the flow fly, who called Aladdin?
Cut the Jazz, man, I need a boo who
Be on call with TEC's: mobile phone
A couple rounds will make your house roll out: mobile home
Your bro is on? We put one through his tee too: total chrome
Get DNA Xād: chromosome
The cost is another kid from N.Y. who lost: leave Home Alone
I got one 2-2, Iām so in zone
It could get ugly, bitch, the game is stale
I go retarded on stage, my name Lil Darryl
The Smack list is the blackfish, who yāall savinā? Well
N***a, we bust chrome
The heat done put more n***as to sleep than a Jigglypuff song
What the fuckās wrong? I bust chrome, I do him in a greezy way
Two 4's leave six ate, who do we appreciate?
He think escape?
I got a Asian bitch that āmake sure you hurry up and dieā
Follow you wherever you go, āHurry up and buy!ā
My crew gotta watch ya, tool cock and pop ya
You want more? We lift up two rocket launchers
Leave your man slumped, NBA Jam pump
All you gonā hear is āBoomshakalaka!ā
I go double noodles like two pots of pastas
These 2Pac impostors aināt 'bout that thug life, yeah
Why would he beef in this toy story?
When Iām the one who got the buzz, this is Lyt's year, type queers
Nina wonāt leave that ass alone: she like to flirt
Arms swing, teach you how to Dougie: you like to Jerk
One shot will air out his neck: you like to burp
You look wrong, I give your eye 90: you like the Chirp
That was a hard line, pro: I like the perk
These n***as will be gettin' killed: they life a skirt
One punch push his mouth to the side: he like to smirk
Little n***a get his whole body blew: you like the Smurfs
I spot a fake n***a from a mile away: you dyke berserk
One call, put his face in a box: use Skype to murk
You thought one button was gone save your ass from dyin'?
Who Life Alert?
Big n***a answers your door, *ding dong*
āWho is it?āātrue life of Lurch
Here, take a couple of them messy-cans: who like the work?
Long strap give you a bag: you like the purse
Get his ass popped on cam: you like to twerk
Get planted with a big round: you like the Earth
I told these n***as Iām so gritty
I had to kill him for my whole city
Another N.Y. legend who died in Caliāitās no biggie
And I donāt give a fuck about you, we are not friends, my n***a
2Pac was originally from the East Coast
So that mean we killed two N.Y. n***as
[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
I watched one of your battles the other day
And I was thinkin' to myself like, āWhere the game went?ā
Itās about 3,694 battle rappers today
And they all spittin' the same shit
What happened to you, Day?
I see you doin' a bunch of lame shit
You used to have them fuckin' bars; now every time I turn around
You tryna win a battle strictly off name flips
Like, what it is, Day?
If I reach to give you a five I aināt your friend, Day
11:59, but thatās P.M., Iām 'bout to end Day
Got a Ocho and a Nueve, blakkaāno comprende?
No matter what time of the week it is I donāt lose, I wins, Day
I called Ill Willās Jamaican connect
Like, āYo, you know my son Day?ā
He said āRass Clot from L.A.? Yea, I know the mon Dayā
He said send his head one way
Shot hit him, push him that-a-way
I had to fry Day the day after Friday, it wonāt be a sadder day
But letās put that away, I aināt tryna kill you with name flips
But I bet he does a bunch of cartoon bars or video game flips
What happened to all the āYouāll get Capped in Americaā stuff?
That was flame shit, now every time I turn around
You always doin' some lame shit
Itās always Goku this or Gohan that when you spit it, bro
Okay, you love dragginā balls, I get it, bro
My side bitch called me
Like, āCould you imagine boo if you hit it slow?ā
But I got a girl so I pay her a lot of green to keep my pickle low
She bad, Summer Madness crowd wouldnāt boo ma
Her nameās Chanel, she a diva
I hit it once, I went ape, now she could tell, Iām a leader
*Kahhh-mmee* N***a please
Youāll get a shell from the heater
For you to survive the Dots will have to put your cell in a freezer
Speakin' of sell, we in L.A., a lot of platinum albums were sold here
You nice, but with all them super sayings
The most you can do is go gold here
I let that four flare, point the deuce, throw the beam in your mouth
I do the fusion dance with Chilla, then scheme in your house
I battle 10 times a year, my n***a, and Iām never seen in a drought
Watch your mouth
You better weave or get this beam to your scalp
Run your lips, I gun your shit, throw this beam in your mouth
Christina Milian when I get mad youāll find his dreams on the couch
I told yāall itād be a total slaughter when the gun bustin' and shit
I'll let this arsenal spit in your face for 90 seconds
But Joe Buddens aināt judgin' this shit
Talk about youāll give me the "open hand, fist and the deuce"
And yāall believe him
Iāll have the one pointin' before he get to the deuce
Thatās odds and even
Boy, Iām nice ā you win some, you lose some, you lost this one
[Round 2: Daylyt]
In the hood they charge 1K for one K
And to keep it a buck X 10 thatās why everybody remainin' a G
They eyeless pilot fly, precision division is plain as can be
Them n***as take flight on sight
I said I am the old Jedi, yo the crowd notice everything it'll slash
I slice bricks, with a bright line to fight with
Lyt saber anything in his path
The staff feel like, "Oh, b won?"āthis so you can know, b
It take you outta that ring like you divorced
And I trained a little, trolley form, Johnny Storm
Itāll be just another Human Torch
When I put that flame on n***as, one thing we got in common is we can rock, man, but I rest killers
You say they missed a fantastic line?
Thatās ācause it was a stretch, n***a
Iām the best, n***a, they put you in a trap
Meanin' beatin', I got the sound to the South
Iām nice, he knew, itās a igloo: I got a cold round for the house
But chill, I will find happiness, my pursuit is goin' fine
Crew is gonna shine, we shoot at his feet
Dance, Clips! Do it for the Vine!
I shine through that hard knock life, but it aināt no anti-skippin'
And he Crippinā, look at the can he grippin'
The long whistle will put a end to your show: Andy Griffith
Pump Yosemite, Amityville Horror
Granny will feel sorrow, when the rides come
I tell her, "Donāt cry, sis, this is just a standard crisis."
He gon' figure out who Christ is when I send you to Godās son
And thatās on my Godson
Soon as I got the infrared like I got son
My mode turned off ācause at first I was in for Red, but I got son
So my old mission was cancelled
But I still lift that infrared, send you to God, son
Mode: I am ahead by a big amount, Iām in Fred the God Son mode
My girl with the business too, she aims
When she get in her killin' zone, see brains
With the chrome, she William Hung: she bangs
[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
How long it took to prepare for Day? A day
Nah, it was more like a week and a half
Worked on my rhymes on Monday
Was finished by Friday, then the whole weekend I crashed
Woke up another day, watched his battles
Then the whole weekend I laughed
āCause I realized he donāt deserve a bar
Youāre not really a star, all of your antics are
So why not speak to your mask?
What I look like puttin' you on my fuckin' face?
I didnāt fly out to Cali to look like no damn fool
When I put you on my face itās to hurt somethin' for real
Iām not tryna battle rap and get no damn views
When n***as put you on they face it mean murder
I remember seein' your face every night on the damn news
I even remember you on Bishop face
When he robbed Old Man Quiles with his man Q
But now you just jumpin' on any n***a face, mask
And honestly, I canāt take it
How you go from Schoolboy Q and Young Buck album
To a battle rapper thatās gettin' naked?
You belong on the faces of n***as
Thatās doin' all the killin', all the robbin' and torture
Instead you on the face of a n***a
Thatās killin' battle rap and robbin' the culture
You gotta stop this shit, face mask
When I murder n***as, I leave āem with no trace
You want your n***as to look they killa in the eye
I rather you look your killa in his whole face
So you could remember the n***a from the East Coast
That stripped you of your pride and your glory
Real n***as donāt need a face mask
I donāt plan for you to live to tell your side of the story
To the Batmobileān***a, shut the fuck up!
You and that silly slogan
You and Roc both Dot Mob, but his buzz is really growin'
See, Roc the Dot thatās on top of this dot, I mean itās really showin'
āCause he the Dot at the bottom thatās always gettin' curved
Thatās a semi-colon
You really thought youād be ahead of Mook, my n***a?
Come on, Day, stop!
Your name will forever be behind Mookie: you Blaylock
That tre pop
His moms wonāt even recognize him when his face drop
In order for the cops to know if thatās Lyt
They had to call in Tay Roc
N***a, thatās bars plus schemes plus delivery
N***a, that was a true finish; they paid money to hear classics
They donāt wanna see your new gimmick
Your name is Daylyt, but your skin is midnight
You need a new image; now you better thank Lush and God
That these rounds was only two minutes
[Round 3: Daylyt]
I remember that time on URL that I never spent
I got paid to do a battle that never happened
And I kept every cent
You smell me? Tell b I kept scorchinā to that Whoville
Horton, a God to that URL event
Who say they the world and all I keep hearin' is
These little voices tellin' me you canāt copy respect, itās trust
Same people who feel like they world is everything
But all I see is a speck of dust
Irrelevant n***as want a piece of me, I tell āem itās no slice
They hunger, isnāt never to slumber
I do my numbers on a square, the elementās so dice
But I gives no fucks: Iām celibate
And Iām buggin' off the top, where Iām headed is fro lice
The flow elegant, straight kitchen, when Day spittin'
Consider it great stitchin', I tell 'em Iām so nice
But Iām 'bout to go in, bree, yo, another lil fella with no life
You better abort, shun, āfore you see what the lead did
Quill, I stillbirth the new style
So the feat is guaranteed, youāll be dead, kid
It was over before you came out, lil fella: miscarriage
Thatās a toddler, tragedy, Dizaster said Iām a bastard
āCause I donāt give a fuck about son
And Iām your father, apparently
But what I inherited is a slug, man, and a gun to pound with
What you gon inherit is Harriet Tubman
You goin' underground, bitch!
And thatās for railroads, I had to give him the clip
What I gotta put that it in āGrindinā or somethin'?
I said that Pharell road, I had to give him the Clipse
They said my antics killin' this shit
Well, check my momentum, I need all viewers
I took the West from inches to a foot every yard: we all rulers
That last battle I had with ICE, chess: we are cooler
Yāall bout to see b rest while Iām eatin': we are Hooters
I been searchin' for this little boy all night: we are cougars
You sleep on me, you get killed in your dream: we are Kruger
Fine, get smoked with the lines: we are hookahs
Clips is a clear joke: these are bloopers
I go fire on that last level: we are Koopa
Everybody in that van draws: we are Luther
Standin' there with the gauge soon as you arrive: we are Loopers
That power range rip off shit: V.R. Troopers
First of all, donāt hype his pride
To kill you I was searchin' for the right disguise
So fuck this mask, I want you to look your killer in the eyes
SIKE! I LIED!
I told you, n***a, this is Day's city
I donāt know what the fuck yāall thought in they city
Dog get aired with a round to the mouth: play frisbee
He said Iām on my bipolar shit, I tell him Iām on my straight grizzly
This is a tragic spoof
When I shoot dog, Iāll mute dog, you wonāt have a roof