[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 meaning a lot
How ironic, I gotta k** 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 want to have a meeting with Pac?
Mmkay, mmkay...
I'm a vampire, I don't like daylight, I'd rather shoot dawg
Shotgun blowing 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 b**h wig back
That's the Lady of Rage
I'll run up on him while he on stage, call your DJ b**h
Turn tables over, he try to run, I hope your DJ quick
‘Cause 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 mmkay…
Now, you did a mmkay/Mortal Kombat scheme against Chilla
Now you got a bear in your sight
You going to see d**h in a row, ‘cause the whole time I did "MK", it stood for Marion Knight – that's Suge
I'm in your hood, I start airing the pipe
I hit these crip n***as
Make everyone in blue jet without preparing a flight
n***a, I'm nice. I flew all the way to Cali
Just to make sure you pa** away
A bulimic model at breakfast time; you eating half the tre
I'll catch him while he picking 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 b**h 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 b**h trying weaving a jab
Shout out to TDE, because today every shot gon' hit him
He's going to 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 sh**'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 saying is "Clips lost today"
f** I gotta slow that down already?
What they gone be saying is "Clips lost to Day"
And that goes to all the mothaf**as at Unbias
Who never thought it'd happen
My attitude is welcome to the ghetto b**h with a attitude
Let's start the snappin'
The crowd will holla Day early, due to my gift
Which is presence, let's 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
I'm the pacemaker; I'm hard attackin'
You been on a winning streak
But I'm 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; that's called a cabin
No, I'ma 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 TECs; 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 X'd; chromosome
The cost is another kid from N.Y. who lost; leave Home Alone
I got one 2-2, I'm so in zone
It could get ugly, b**h, the game is stale
I go retarded on stage, my name Lil Darryl
The Smack list is the blackfish, who y'all savin'? Well
n***a we bust chrome
The heat done put more n***as to sleep than a Jigglypuff song
What the f**'s 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 b**h that “make sure you hurry up and die”
Follow you wherever you go; “Hurry up and buy!”
My crew gotta watch ya, tool co*k and pop ya
You want more? We lift up two rocket launchers
Leave your man slumped, NBA Jam pump
All you gon' hear is “Boomshakalaka!”
I go double noodles like two pots of pastas
These 2Pac impostors ain't 'bout that thug life, yeah
Why would he beef in this toy story? When I'm the one who got the buzz, this is Lyte's year, type queers
Nina won't leave that a** 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 getting k**ed; 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 bu*ton
Was gone save your a** from dying? Who Life Alert?
Big n***a answers your door, *ding dong*
“Who is it?” – true 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 a** popped on cam; you like to twerk
Get planted with a big round; you like the Earth
I told these n***as I'm so gritty
I had to k** him for my whole city
Another N.Y. legend who died in Cali – it's no biggie
And I don't give a f** about you, we are not friends, my n***a
2Pac was originally from the East Coast
So that mean we k**ed two N.Y. n***as
[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
I watched one of your battles the other day
And I was thinking to myself like, “Where the game went?”
It's about 3,694 battle rappers today
And they all spitting the same sh**
What happened to you Day?
I see you doing a bunch of lame sh**
You used to have them f**ing bars. Now every time I turn around you trying to win a battle strictly off name flips
Like, what it is, Day?
If I reach to give you a five I ain't your friend, Day
11:59, but that's P.M. I'm 'bout to end Day
Got a Ocho and a Nueve, blakka – no comprende?
No matter what time of the week it is, I don't lose, I wins, Day
I called Ill Will's Jamaican connect
Like “Yo, you know my son Day?”
He said “Ra** Clot from L.A.? Yea, I know the mon Day”
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 won't be a sadder day
But let's put that away, I ain't trying to k** you with name flips
But I bet he does a bunch of cartoon bars
Or some video game flips
What happened to all the
“You'll get Capped in America” stuff? That was flame sh**
Now every time I turn around
You always doing some lame sh**
It's always Goku this or Gohan that when you spit it, bro
Okay, you love draggin' balls, I get it, bro
My side b**h called me like
“Could you imagine boo if you hit it slow?”
But I got a girl so I pay her a lot of green to keep my pickle low
She bad, Summer Madness crowd wouldn't boo ma
Her name's Chanel, she a diva
I hit it once, I went ape, now she could tell, I'm a leader
*Kahhh-mmee* n***a please, you'll get a shell from the heater
For you to survive
The dots will have to put your cell in a freezer
Speaking 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 I'm never seen in a drought, watch your mouth
You better weave or get this beam to your scalp
Run your lips, I gun your sh**, throw this beam in your mouth
Christina Milian; when I get mad
You'll find his dreams on the couch
I told y'all it'd be a total slaughter
When the gun busting and sh**
I'll let this arsenal spit in your face for 90 seconds
But Joe Buddens ain't judging this sh**
Talk about you'll give me the
"Open hand, fist and the deuce," and y'all believe him
I'll have the one pointing before he get to the deuce
That's odds and even
Boy, I'm nice. 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, that's why everybody remaining 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?" – this so you can know, b
It take you outta that ring like you divorced
And I trained a little, trolley form, Johnny Storm
It'll 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 k**ers. You say they missed a fantastic line?
That's ‘cause it was a stretch, n***a
I'm the best, n***a, they put you in a trap, meaning beating
I got the sound to the South
I'm nice, he knew, it's a igloo; I got a cold round for the house
But chill, I will find happiness, my pursuit is going 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 ain't no anti-skippin'
And he Crippin', 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, "Don't cry, sis, this is just a standard crisis"
He gon' figure out who Christ is when I send you to God's son
And that's on my Godson
Soon as I got the infrared like I got son. My mode turned off, ‘cause 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
I'm in Fred the God Son mode
My girl with the business too, she aims
When she get in her k**ing 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
‘Cause I realized he don't deserve a bar
You're not really a star, all of your antics are
So why not speak to your mask?
What I look like putting you on my f**ing face?
I didn't fly out to Cali to look like no damn fool
When I put you on my face it's to hurt something for real
I'm not trying to battle rap and get no damn views
When n***as put you on they face it mean murder
I remember seeing 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 jumping on any n***a face, mask
And honestly, I can't take it
How you go from Schoolboy Q and Young Buck album to a battle rapper that's getting naked?
You belong on the faces of n***as
That's doing all the k**ing, all the robbing and torture
Instead you on the face of a n***a
That's k**ing battle rap and robbing the culture
You gotta stop this sh**, face mask
When I murder n***as, I leave ‘em with no trace
You want your n***as to look they k**a in the eye
I rather you look your k**a 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 don't need a face mask
I don't plan for you to live to tell your side of the story
To the Batmobile--n***a, shut the f** up!
You and that silly slogan
You and Roc both Dot Mob, but his buzz is really growin'
See Roc the Dot that's on top of this dot
I mean it's really showing
‘Cause he the Dot at the bottom
That's always getting curved; that's a semi-colon
You really thought you'd be ahead of Mook, my n***a?
C'mon, Day, stop!
Your name will forever be behind Mookie; you Blaylock
That tre pop, his moms won't even
Recognize him when his face drop
In order for the cops to know if that's Lyt
They had to call in Tay Roc
n***a, that's bars, plus schemes, plus delivery
n***a, that was a true finish
They paid money to hear cla**ics
They don't 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 scorchin' to that Whoville
Horton, a God to that URL event
Who say they the world and all I keep hearing is
These little voices telling me you can't copy respect, it's 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 ‘em it's no slice
They hunger, isn't never to slumber
I do my numbers on a square; the element's so dice
But I gives no f**s; I'm celibate
And I'm bugging off the top; where I'm headed is fro lice
The flow elegant, straight kitchen, when Day spittin'
Consider it great stitchin'; I tell them I'm so nice
But I'm bout to go in, bree, yo, another lil fella with no life
You better abort, shun, ‘fore you see what the lead did
Quill, I stillbirth the new style
So the feat is guaranteed, you'll be dead, kid
It was over before you came out, lil fella; miscarriage
That's a toddler, tragedy, Dizaster said I'm a ba*tard
‘Cause I don't give a f** about son
And I'm 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 going underground, b**h
And that's for railroads, I had to give him the clip
What I gotta put that it in “Grindin” or something?
I said that Pharell road, I had to give him the Clipse
They said my antics k**ing this sh**
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
Y'all bout to see b rest while I'm eating; we are Hooters
I been searching for this little boy all night; we are cougars
You sleep on me, you get k**ed 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
Standing there with the gauge
Soon as you arrive; we are Loopers
That power range rip off sh**; V.R. Troopers
First of all, don't hype his pride, to k** you I was searching for the right disguise, so f** this mask
I want you to look your k**er in the eyes… SIKE! I LIED!
I told you, n***a, this is Day's city
I don't know what the f** y'all thought in they city
Dog get aired with a round to the mouth; play frisbee
He said I'm on my bipolar sh**
I tell him I'm on my straight grizzly, this is a tragic spoof
When I shoot dog, I'll mute dog, you won't have a roof