[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Remember that one-rounder that we had in Chicago?
Woo! I ain't gon’ lie, that was some classic shit
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 fuck, but I still was killin' pussies by accident
Now you got me in a small room, battlin' on the app and shit
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 shit 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 bitch 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 shit that's kickin', like Franchise before battle rap
Aye, all you rookies callin' out us vets? I fuck 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 fuckin' 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*)
[Round 1: JC]
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 shit 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 shit wowed me, too
The shit hit me like a BET voiceover...shit 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 fuck 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 fuck 'cause the shit 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 shit 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 bitch belly-first - you been a flop!
I look at you like...Sam Jackson when McDowell's was gettin' robbed
Like, "Who the fuck is this asshole!?"
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 shit took Bel-Air Prep
I know you know the deal
They gave me three rounds when I proved I needed one
This shit 'bout to be overkill
And you know that Publishing Clearinghouse shit
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 bitch yet, 'cause this is only Round 1
[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
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 bitch 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 bitch 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 fuckin' 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 shit made Mike P mad
Me and Mike P beefin' over who was Ryu first?
That's the shit 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 fuckin' 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'fuckin' mean wit' it
Let's add some 'BOP', take that baby shit, 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 fuck
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
[Smack White]
Jersey!
Let's get it
Yo, it's on you
Second round, JC, let's get it

[Round 2: JC]
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 shit was horrible

[Charlie Clips]
(*laughs*)
Hilarious, hilarious

[JC]
That shit 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!

[Charlie Clips]
Ah, I knew I said Eminem jokes in my second round-
I knew it! (*laughs*)

[JC]
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" shit? 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 fuck 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'
Bitch, get defiant!
It's silencers on the barrel when the pistol fryin'
I will Summer Impact promo Clips...the shit'll be quick and silent
Speakin' of, oh, he leakin' blood
Who gives a fuck? Clean it up!
The shit 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 shit 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 shit 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?
Bitch, 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' shit
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 shit 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!

[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
JC, I fuck wit' you

[JC]
You better

[Charlie Clips]
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 fuck 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' fuck 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 shits 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 shit'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 shit, 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? Fuck 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, fuck 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 blazin'
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!

[Round 3: JC]
I really hate the fact that you been gettin' by wit' that style

[Charlie Clips]
You love it

[JC]
It's kinda- I don't
It's kinda old now
But since you been tryin' new shit, I told 'em we was gon' get 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 shit since I started, Clips
Show respect...or you know what's next
Big Remington, left a hole big as a fist in his shit
(*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!

[Charlie Clips]
That was hard

[JC]
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 shit like a Pandora bracelet
The shit wild
Stretch him out, that mean extended Clips if you get loud
Then you get ate (eight) but he only remember two pieces; Chris Childs
You are too in the way
I killed yo' ass last time you was too in the way
And at that point they should've threw you away
But they done brought a savage back
To break down Clips over battle rap?
Oh this shit 'bout to Ruin Your Day
Just cause the round's short, it means you die faster
There's no amnesty
You just actin'
These clips really kill, right in the act - ask Brandon Lee
See, these quotes different, and it's okay if you don't get it
Most miss it
'Til it's right on the side of they face...prolific
I know, you couldn't have caught this worse
I mean, it was supposed to start with bars at first
But when you couldn't make it close
It was time to create a Ghost, and I had to show him how stars (Starz) Network
One call, then we wreckin' yo' shit
You started off makin' a name off Roc(k), then you became a steppin' stone with
Now it's my turn my for cookin'
And when you see me loadin' that last bullet, that put all the pressure on Clips
And you still fat, and forever second
But you can be first for the weapon testin'
I'm shootin' somethin' JC gotta hold (hole) in two hands; resurrection
I aim the piece, you already died from a round, you know exactly how my aim can be
Like if I swing through with a Kyrie move, nobody gonna wanna play with me
So start saying your peace
Or face the barrel...save all that shit to say to the piece
Now you really gotta face that rap behind bars
Time to live up to that famous name in the streets, Charlie Jr.!
Nah, time to go, but it's a shame he couldn't have departed sooner
But he gotta die
His name for some reason, once again, is on that dotted line
And I'mma have some much shit poppin' up on Clips, it gon' feel monetized
I only needed one Smith, but they done gave Clips to a gunsmith to break all this down
Last time I had a six shooter, but somehow he the target now?
Cool, one shot, from the mag' numb (magnum) everything from the target down
You could've ALWAYS been fully loaded Clips
The accuracy is what everything revolve around
And that's why there's no reason not to make this battle all tragic
I mean, surely (Shirley) I'm dumb cold (Cole), but still clap a large ratchet
And I'll let 'em all have it
Then the eulogy get delivered and I'll be staring at your box, smiling
Just so they know an Amazon packed it
It is over wit'
Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all know I wrote the shit
Cause every battle turns into a eulogy, my condolences