Charlie Clips vs. Conceited [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Conceited]
Ever since you been battling you put on all kind of weight
This nigga so fat he’ll try to put food on a license plate
I mean this is some real shit, name one crime you had to deal with
You ain’t got a misdemeanor
Your records cleaner than one of Will Smith’s
You don’t get the steel fifth and let it peel quick
With the blade I’ll cut Clips like a editor
You ain’t a projector so how you real/reel, Clips?
As soon as my dog catch ya he got a pound full of strays
I bet yo fat ass wish this pound was some cake
I will grab the Nina let that bitch take him out like a date
All that shit that you MAKE UP will only cause medic (COSMETIC) to come
When the MAC go pow to (POWDER) ya face
Nigga you ain’t down to play and light the steam
Even if he is cockin the .5, this cat pops in the sky like The Lion King
Every gun you see/sea sick, I won’t wait for war to (water) wave
To show you what drama mean
I pull out that iron thing it’s like a circus act
Cuz the cannon shoot clowns when the fire ring
Honestly I’ll go all in his house, the flame turn his brains into change
It’ll be all in the couch
Any survivors left and that larkin will sprout
You guys wanna take shots then Captain Morgans come out
You guys wanna take shots? Get capped and more guns come out!
You wanna take shots? Get capped, them organs come out
You see, I know the shit that get clips really mad
Everybody in Harlem still think he trash
You know it’s fucked up when not even Dot Mob is feeling his ass
And then you take a L to B Magic
You see that’s the shit that get him pissed off
But he be like “it was an even draw, I wasn’t on my shit Con”
This nigga tried to tell me it’s a cheap tie
That’s the type of shit that Clips on
Nigga I got hollow’s in them piss stalls
Like a referee I’ll give a tip off
And after it air it’s like London because you won’t see no Prince (prints), Charles

[Round 1: Charlie Clips]

I ain’t one of these new jacks, I been on every block with a few packs
How ironic
I got fiends at King Of The Dot that can’t wait for that new Smack
Told my grandmoms I’m battling Con she said “baby, who’s that?”
I said a midget that left battle rap to join Wild N Out for 2 racks
She said “Oooh, just 2 racks? He must be broke baby”
I said “yeah grandma that’s a true fact”
He moved out his moms crib
Nick Cannon ain’t send no money, now he forced to move back
Ain’t Luciano Crakk a part of yo squad?
Well tell him chill for this tool clap
It’ll split him in half, turn you to a petty hustler
Cuz you working with 2 cracks
What it do Con? I’m witty with these bars, I don’t punchline like you Con
If he in denial he getting ran over to the truck
Until his body in the shape of a Yukon
Go ahead and call me husky like I’m Khalid El-Amin
We all know that’s true Con
Well like Khlaid El-Amin I let it point guard while I’m shooting for you Con
You know Khalid El-Amin right?
That was a point guard, he was shooting for UConn
For callin me husky, y’all see how many shots his mask got (mascot)?
I counted about 2 Con (Tucan)
With the way I Chef up these bars, I should be down with the Wu, Con
If we fighting, inspector deck then I’ma send him to you (U) God
You battled Hitman and yo ass got boo’d by everyone
Now you got no money on yo debit card and yo battle rap credit done
I got a shooter, he a artist, that nigga will draw on everyone
For a light bill I’ll send him to Con and make him edit son (Edison)
I know you like my swag nigga, you could tell I found a new religion
This shirt made my Leo but the cargos is Tru religion
Got a old gun on my dresser, I’ll change it put the newest clip in
Five sang and one crack head, that’s New Edition
Why would they put Scotty Slippin to rap with Jordan?
Everybody in here know that my raps important
But you wanna “Slow It Down” 3 times like Smack important
I’ll smack ya gun then step on the barrel like I’m Captain Morgan
I wanna go 3 minutes but I’m forced to finish him early
I freestyled cuz yo ass cheated, we only supposed to go a minute and 30

[Round 2: Conceited]

So y’all really put this pretty boy against this heavy man?
Since you think your life’s a movie Clips I’ll turn this to a concession stand
Let you be the one that I see (ICEY)
If it’s not yo’s (NACHOS) I’ll still take ya CHIPS
I’ll POP CORNS and buck it (BUCKET) you better get a LIFE-SAVER clips
Cuz it takes nothing but a finger (BUTTERFINGER)
And these NERDS know caps AIR HEADS when I’m raising (RAISIN) it
I heard in Toronto they say the west ends the best end
So I pull up to a bitch with her best friend
As soon as I say “hi” it’s sweet (Hyatt Suite)
Once I holla they in (Holiday Inn)
And ya hoe tell (Hotel) everybody in the West end (Weston)
If you get ends then I’m taking nigga
You flossing any kind of paper nigga
In Toronto you can get robbed for it (Rob Ford) like the Mayor nigga
I’ll get the pump and the fuel will fill you up, no Petro
I could get the stock then (Stockton)
The cal lift on ya (California) like the West coast
Matter fact I don’t give a fuck, anybody can die when that Tech blow
I’ll turn into a bar and lounge
Cuz I don’t care who could (hookah) get smoked
Bullets going thru the halls like they got strep throat
I ain’t gotta guess what room you in
They coming thru the walls like asbestos
Brand new bullets right where his chest go
So when I said I brought fresh rounds to take his breath away
I meant toast (Mentos)
I’ll catch you while you giving ya wife XO’s
Put you in that bitch both under covers like Mr. & Mrs. Smith
Nigga don’t get it twisted like Licorice I’m for real (Pharrell)
I’m with the Clips(e) I point caps with the sweeper, that’s a wicked witch
Bring the toys and stock in to fire places like Christmas gifts
Listen Clips I’ll do you like the Landlord see the tenant
He kick him out now he evict him
I said you see the 10 it start kicking out now he’s a victim
So all that stuff you try to be talking you better stop it Clips
I’ll pop the fifth, squeeze shots put in a deep plot for the Drama clips

[Round 2: Charlie Clips]

What’s up with all this celebrity nut huggin you be doing?
Here’s a few things somebody told ya boy
You used to be on Twitter every day trying to get a DM from Soulja Boy
Then you took a picture with Drake, all of a sudden he’s ya favorite
Ain’t that ironic, Soulja Boy & Drake
You just did a freestyle to the song “My Nigga We Made It”
Stop following after celebrities Con, I really hope it’s worth the cheddar
You got mad and dissed Joe Budden and Kevin Durant
Cuz they both thought Surf was better
Damn, you really my man, so it hurts when I start blastin em
But if you try to get with one more male celebrity
Your new name gon be “Kim Condashian”
You see how I called Dizaster’s people when he talking that drama
No I said I’m Dizaster’s people, I walk with a llama
Let his bitch look like Michelle, let her talk to Obama
This dick the bomb, she Spanish I bend Latins (Bin Laden) over
Let her talk to Osama
Shoutout to my nigga Swave, we both from Harlem, is this a Homi? Yes
If I don’t get my money, I’m in yo crib, I be all up in yo mommy neck
For that green I got every gun, from a shotgun, shit to a Army tech
For that money you’ll get stretched for the green like Bonnie dress
I’m freestyling off the top again, but nigga they know
I could let off 100 Bulletz but the cops won’t know
Cuz I get rid of 100 Bulletz like J-Pro
Tell yo bitch to lay low, how her neck go? She know how the cum feel
But I had to stop cuz she kept throwing up like Fresco against Yung Ill
I do this shit from the heart no matter the cheddar
It was snowing and I still flew out here, I love y’all no matter the weather
These bars gon make this nigga die, he gon panic forever
You know you that nigga
When ya bars can bring Smack and Organik together!

[Round 3: Conceited]

Yo Clips ya wife is a whore that’s why she dig how I’m dressin
I mean she’s feelin the fit and feelin the kid kicks like she’s pregnant
Nigga you can get it anywhere that’s Craiglist
As soon as I see him I make the Tech spit
And I’ll let it offer Clips on site like Netflix
You see I could be like Geppetto and get this fake boy the long nose
But I could also be a car salesman and give him that 4 tho/door
But instead since you acting Clips
You getting this semi/Emmy like an award show
Lord knows I light off steel, period tell ya men stroll (menstrual)
If something hot flashes we might all peel (midol pill)
Nigga I had ya wife for real, I’m the reason why ya broad missin’
When I fuck I make all of her twist (Oliver Twist)
That’s why she won’t let Charles dick in (Dickens)
Nigga ya squad trippin then I pop chrome
You will go straighten/straight in a nap like a hot comb
Nigga you know damn well you ain’t got the glock on
So what you gonna do then Mark? (Denmark)
You won’t cap at all you sweet and (Sweden)
You left the stock home (Stockholm)
In battle rap, I’m on top tho, nigga this is not an even score
Ya punchline rank is five, mine is (minus) one
Is that why you think we equal for/four?
Nigga you have never looked clean before
You could tell it’s some notes that I spent
As far as money this male/smell good I could loan you some sense
I said I cologne you some scents
Nigga I’ll go where he rest, everybody in that place gets stretched
If they ain’t at the house chillin, I’ll come wherever they at aiming techs
With these 3 K’s he’ll/hell be crossfire wherever they hangin next/necks
Nigga I spray the tech it’s not a flag
When I raise up that poll with the red dot like Japan
Nigga you will get more than Knicked
When these toys start talking like Kablam
Since you the one I should kill (Shaquille)
These will (Diesel) go in the Clips like Kazaam
He be the man I click on without having to call
The shotgun give him a bullet without catching a ball
Ya whole squad could get hit when I’m clappin it off
I’ll do it like the store Lids cuz I’ma give caps at a mall
I said I’ma give caps at em all, HANHHH!!!

[Round 3: Charlie Clips]

What’s poppin Con?
Oh let me guess, “when you got a glock in palm
I’ma get hot rounds for the cheese like Papa John”
Nigga please, if yo mother snitched I’m at her door
But not to pop her Con
I’ma electrocute that bitch, I’m trying to shock her Con (Chaka Khan)
You got boo’d something crazy against Hitman
The fans was trying to dismiss you and you said
“The next nigga that boo me, I’ma slow it down and diss you”
I love battle rap but this shit’s depressing
Half of us ain’t grippin Wesson’s
But you know it’s bad when we start thinking our slogans is a weapon
I could see Fox calling yo phone like
“Nigga, Heartless swung on me in the Jungle
Where you at? I need to hold the pound
What kind of gun you got?”
And man you like “nigga, I got the Slow It Down!”
Is it a Mac? Is it a pump? Is it a Uzi? Is it a pistol?
Do niggas die when you really slow it down
Like does it hurt when it actually diss you?
I’m just asking you Con cuz you gotta grow up
I’m not playing you Con, you bust ya hammer?
“YOU AIN’T GOT THE ANSWERS!” pardon me for par swaying you Con
Nick Cannon treating you like an outcast/Outkast
How much he paying you Con?
You not a Big Boi, you got 3,000 for the season
I see the Andre in you Con
But let’s get back to the bars tho, I had to school him
I just wanted to make sure this nigga learning
See this my motherfuckin man
But when you step in this ring I become a different person
Word to the homie Tyshane, I grab the knife, poke him, twist and turn em
Y’all ain’t seen Hawks wildin like this since Richard Sherman
Listen this is my ring, don’t step in here
Listen this is my ring….. aww fuck
“SLOW IT DOWN” SIKE! I… Con that’s the worst slogan that I ever heard
Worst thing I did is when you first made that battle
And I memorized every word
But this what I’ma do right cuz this my ring
This is how you get in it Con
I said you wanna fight, then get invited, the knife gon injure this Con
No I said I kick his door down, how I enter calm
Soon as them shots enter Con that’s the end of Con
Talk, I listen, then buzz his top like an intercom
Whoever talked thru me off
Y’all know that was some bullshit but ima finish Con
You a cheating ass nigga, every round was supposed to be a minute Con
Go ahead and finish Con

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