[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
I want to let y'all know, I wasn't even going to show up today
I got some bad news this week...
My grandmother got bit by a bee y'all
It was one of them East African bees, it's not funny
But when I heard this was for y'all, I showed up, so let's get it
I said… Charlie, Charlie, Charlie…
I'ma be calm Charlie… I ain't gon' lose my voice
"You'll get engaged with the rage" --I ain't gon' do that, boy
This is battle rap, anything past, we can scrap for that
Don't stand here talking between my rounds
We got Smack for that
If I say something hot my n***a, I don't want no dap for that
Oh you just want to be friends and play with these words…
Well they got apps for that!
n***a f** your entourage, this for that parmesan
Since the boss been gone
You turn to Scott Baio and put Charles in charge NAHH!
Cause when Charles was gone he was dissing you
Saying that you owe eight
I got double that versus Surf and bought an Audi '08
He seen my car and was like you got all of them dollars
I know your persona, don't hate
Oklahoma Nevada; your initial state was the NV… OK
So I can stand here laugh with him
Or I can k** him with the cold face
Cause you took my bar verse Ars about brushing me wrong and flipped it with the Colgate…
That ain't what the Don say
Who gave you bad directions? You lost, took it the wrong way
Now I got something that'll hold clips
So I load up with the old clips
First two was hot and the third got stuck like the old Clips
You know the old Clips that stumbled in his old clips
Then said they old clips, ohh Clips
You stumbled all 2013 and now you claiming you the best n***a
Since they gas him I'm supposed to be Pat n***a
Well vrooom… I'm a vet n***a
And you X-Factor not cause your priorities set n***a
Cause every chance they get the fans make your head bigger
My first gun was a .38 revolver, I got that from my n***a Roger
My point is before I even knew about Clips I was already popping
And just cause it was GrindTime I didn't stumble out, or come up here with the "I-I-I got you, duh-duh-duh" mumble mouth
Sonic the Hedgehog game
If I get hit on this stage, rounds keep coming out
You barely have thirds
At that point you should've got fired from it, son
I see you lazy like McGrady so you'll never retire number one
He's so redundant and simplistic, y'all all know that one Clips bit
Where he goes into a scheme and you can predict it way before he spits it? He's like...
I'm in that flying Spur then I'm dunking in my homie's charger
Got twenty, take your top off, that Ginobili spark ya
My other gun, Kawhi Leonard, this is the homie darker
Then he'll say something about point guard, a nine and what y'all see coming… (crowd predicts: Tony Parker!)
What about when he said, "I'm way better and way clever"
Say something about Pacquiao or ring and what y'all see coming… (crowd predicts: Mayweather)
See what I'm trying to say?
Them bars like the next exit off the highway
They know when to get off, you tell them it's coming a mile away
But he does have fire writtens, he got fire writtens
Like when he said without Clips, Hollow ain't k**ing sh**
But if you freestyle half your battles, there ain't no fire in pen
Then what good is Clips?
I ain't saying your sh** wack…
But bro, it's the same move every time you kick that
Setup punchline setup punchline - that's how you spit that?
Just a candy rapper with 4 bars; you a…
(crowd predicts: Kit Kat) - see how easy it is to predict that?
The aim gon' change his range, the range gon' change the bang, the bang gon' change his frame, the frame gon'…
Boy yo' b**h ugly as hell my n***a, I mean his b**h is just aww
You like battle b**hes, with gun lines… b**hes with bars?!?
Rule number 1: this is a business and the mix is a flaw
I don't mix it at all
You won't hear a single drop bout I; no Kendrick Lamar
But he went from Ash Cash, now you hitting Couture
n***a for bands I wouldn't smash that; no expensive guitar
She the one against O'fficial, dressed like a dyke right?
Hair everywhere; Scary Spice like
That b**h look like Whitney on the pipe night
Or Tina after Ike fight
But you getting stacks now
Get her hair done, put that hood boog in Fendi
Ohh I guess it's your Lady's Luck
We never seen her look good with Remy
And you know what's the saddest sh**? I've been to they crib
When he mad at her and she mad at him, it's hilarious
Cause instead of arguments they actually start battling
She be like, "if I come in and you textin, I bring the TECs in and start shooting" and he's like: "shut up b**h you losing"
She storm out, go to the kitchen
She like: "Charlie, you ate my food again? Charlie, Charlie…"
He in the back talking bout "Guess what room I'm in!"
But alright, alright… I ruined it…
Bro, third round against Rex, you said the truest sh**
But please, don't come up here and act like your mom's tough
Cause I bet a thousand large bucks that in real life my mom will f** your mom up
A'ight, a'ight let me put this up, let me settle down
What he need to beat me, I'ma save that for the second round
L.O.M
[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Charlie Clips versus Hollow... Lux what up? Mook what up?
I'ma k** one of y'all n***as this f**ing summer
I like how you talk that sh**
Here's where it goes down like a f**ing plumber
I'll body every n***a on your side
Put 'em in sleeping bags; that's a f**ing slumber
And if your mom do hook on mine? Cool, we gon' jump your mother
I knew I should've skipped you and went straight to Lux
Cause after that Total Slaughter performance, your career was kinda dead to me
But a little voice in my head, said "Nah, you Clips and if you gon' be the top gun… why not add a hollow into your legacy?"
Plus I want to see what's the hype about…
Cause if you rap like this then, how can anybody think you better B?
Your voice hoarse, you leave n***as sleepy, Hollow, that's the reason you're not ahead to me
You ain't beat grey hoodie Lux, you had the fake Black Panther
With n***as in the background gripping a shotty
How you struggle with fake activists
But lean is what you sip for a hobby?
The work I put in is rape; it's not meant for a Cosby
Burberry shirt; my lines gotta go over your head first to see they meant for a body
My third round against Rex one of the best ever
My whole block was moving
n***as ain't even asking about my pops
They asking me how the Dots is doing
I tell them n***as Shine shining, Murda murdering
sh**, I think the Dots is moving
I ain't wanna k** Rex
But when a dot get in your face, you gotta oxy-cutem
And what you gonna do, what you gonna do…
Rap about my pops like he did?
Pull out paperwork, Hollow? I'm not shook
n***a I haven't seen my father in 20 years
But still know how my pops look
My real name is Charles Brown and I be letting that stock cook
And if he try to Dee Brown, I will bang on him and not look
Librarian; put the silencer on, "shhhhh!", if you do not book
Ahh it ain't no Biggie
Cause you gon' get a round more than a Pac hook
I'll call my brother like
"Bring the K D and then, Hollow give us that shock look
Cause he got a feeling, the thunder about to get fired on the spot, ain't Scott Brooks
I said listen Hollow, if your b**h is fine
I'm bringing two fives to split your dime
Chiropractor at King of the Dot; I'm tryna bend her spine
Rondo working out in the gym; that's the biggest 9
Shot the sh** in East and the n***a died in Pacific Time
I'm loco and bi-polar cause I don't celebrate but I wave toast
I'll write Hollow is that n***a and that b**h on the same post
If you try me off the Hennessy
Then I hope you keeping your bae close
Cause this little sh** sing at n***as and b**hes; it's Dej Loaf
Put a sock in it, I didn't come here to show dude love
Arms out and everybody in your squad get it; that's a group hug
Recycling; I put the old beam on the new snub
The Ray and the Arsenal working together better than U Dubb
This is a part of war
I'm throwing smoke bombs at your apartment door
n***as coughing
They ain't feel weezy this much since The Carter 4
Big sh** barking, it sounding like a retarded dog
I'll let this sh** pow brother, it f** around and mark us all
Fab put his shooters in the Uber, my whole team is in a rental
Window down, they arms out but they ain't reaching for your demo
I had to name the pump Ike, you gotta squeeze it just a little
Or the kickback will surprise you like Tina in the limo
I said on some G sh**, Hollow you my n***a
But I need to know what the f** is up
You had the chance to put battle rap on top of mainstream
But then you f**ed it up
It's like every round you got dryer and dryer, man you f**ing s**
How you was able to clean Big T but couldn't wash Budden up?
Your third round better be your best round
Cause you not gonna survive another day
Every time I rap, pull out your phone and text your mother pray
Cause she gon' call Smack, Beasley
And ask God why we took her son away
And the sad part it's only 5 hours left till Mother's Day
Mrs. Dinnananon, wa**up baby?
[Round 2: Hollow Da Don]
My n***a that round was cool
But yo' b**h still ugly as hell my n***a, n***a we see this
How you a top tier n***a with a PG b**h?
Alright alright, I know y'all don't want to hear this
Enough about this n***a b**h…
Let's talk about how this n***a b**hed on a n***a dick for a year trying to battle, I had bigger fish
Needed an extension when I got Loaded
I wasn't worried about little clips
All my battles been main events
All types of rounds, I raised the net
Since Clue was making tape ca**ettes
And Jae Millz was in that Avirex
n***a when I came in and went in, he came and went
So let's place a bet, and when I win write R E S P E C T
When you make the check n***a pay respect
I said… these fans like to hop on dick but we don't do that
We all riders, I hate to use this bar during a crisis
I got to make the crowd riot so I'ma be more
I got y'all… about a stolen scheme
He gave to another battle rapper but originally stole from Queens
It was about a vid, copped a Canon and shot one on 5th
It was Loaded Lux, T-Rex, Head Ice, Charlie Clips
(DJ scratching noise)
Let me rewind it, this about to be my hardest sh**
Leave the cannon co*ked I only need one shot when the fifth on me
I don't care if Lux loaded
It go through Rex' T, hit ICE' head then clip Charlie
I could've just came through and put two in his abs, and he was standing there looking at sh** he never knew that he had
I'm hyped shooting Belly, see me in Nebraska
I'm saying if he dropping dimes to get me to Rico
I'll have him eating this banana
My man put away the ox so it's the Tommy he gon' blast at y'all
Me, Nas or T-Boz; cause I don't know how to act at all
This Shotty ain't a battle rapper or a pa**enger seat
This n***a must've made a mistake if he said he asking for beef
He left Ruby Tuesday to go to Friday's to get a sundae
You just ate half of the week
But on Sundays he a changed man, Charlie sits and stays home
It's nothing religious, that's just usually when Chick-Fil-A's closed
Charlie, you gotta bring something better and that's similes
These burners and gloves go together; that's chemistry
I had an epiphany, they said before this battle sh** he was a Harlem n***a with no bread... I said a Harlem n***a with no bread? They said a Harlem n***a with no bread
I said that's like a BMX with no pegs, a frat party with no kegs, Friday with no Craig -- a Harlem n***a with no bread?
They said a Harlem n***a with no bread
I said that's a Rastafarian with no dreads
A goalie with no legs, a Cali n***a that smoke regs
A Harlem n***a with no bread?
They said yeah, he don't even got a business or a LLC
Do you got an ENI number or a tax ID?
Ohh the only thing you own is CharlieClipsTV
See that's cause he don't got no will, no drive, no ambition
I seen all the money this man's missing, I got a confession
See them “sike I lied” t-shirts y'all bought outside? My man printed
I seen all the money that fam missing
I'm like dog, I went and got it copywritten
Your whole slogan, so now if you want to use it
You gotta pay me some damn chicken, boy you do bad business!
I actually got employees, you can come work for me
An in turn my n***a you get that work for free
I'm not showing his incompetence with no cruel intentions
Own equity, it's no equity in views and mentions
But if it is y'all went in on a Charlie Clips stock
And made a huge investment
But now that I'm giving you the business
Watch them start losing interest
My n***a you gotta start thinking like a boss
Or I'll off his space and leave his achievements on the wall
Wait you from Harlem, you ain't got no damn bars
But you flipping put your man on, damn pause
Wait, now I'm sounding like Cam'ron
Y'all Ghostface twice the k**er she died, I was knowing that sick
I'm the type to overdose with the sh**
I challenge you to battle without [...]
If son back out, I black out, my soul'll eat clips
I know y'all like damn, I was f**ing with thun
See Smack was fronting with funds, is DNA your brother or son?
I know y'all like it's crazy on how I'm coming at son
But his name's Clips, it's only right I'll put him under the gun
By the way, your weight fluctuates like a boxer going up in weight
You're fat big boned and you're big fat boned the other day
I no longer know what the f** to say
I went by his crib he was eating a bu*tered steak with a cup of cake
That wasn't a dumb mistake
I didn't mean cupcake, he was actually drinking a cup of cake
Worry about the bars but don't worry what I got on
But if you is worried LOMclothing.com
Sike I lied I'ma say it now, sike I lied I'ma say it now…
In order to make that happen
You'll have to run in the Vatican church, ransack it
Grab the pope, saran wrap him, back hand him like Sam Jackson
Cremate his damn ashes with no damn ha**le
Pull it out of the damn oven and make a sand castle
[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
Second round was all jokes for you huh?
Crack another fat joke and I'ma go for your jaw
I've been in the streets, they know I'm gutta without bowling a ball
Two plus two, remember I'm predictable when I'm holding this four
Sike I… oohhhh wait, I don't own it no more
I had a long talk with D the other night
This b**h walked by with a mean bu*t
And I was thinking like damn
I gotta bag her, f** raw and catch a mean nut
D said "can I hang?", I said for sure you know how we do these s*uts
Ohhh y'all think I was talking bout DNA… I'm talking about deeez nuts, GOT EEM!!!
Hollow crack a smile, it's just a joke, try to save your pride
Shut the f** up with the boos
Hop in the whip, we about to take a ride
I gotta take y'all on a trip, cause a couple of n***as I thought was cool with me started taking sides
Cortez what up n***a? Come here boy…
You know I know you personally, in the streets you real
But in this situation you a f** n***a
Cause I heard you had a couple of words behind your boy back when Math had got jumped, n***a
You know what's crazy? When you ain't had no crib, I was there to move your sh** out the trunk, n***a
Hollow ain't never let you stay at his house
You lived with me for a month, n***a
This is real facts
You know what's crazy? I guided you through your whole career
I held you during that whole Hollow bid
Sad part about it, he come home and you jump in his arms LOM
NY did way more for you than Hollow did
He moved to Orlando, question: do you even know where Hollow lives? If this is really your man
Give me the address right now to Hollow crib
Exactly… damn you said it type fast…
Well let me do it over here cause God is about to strike his a**
Not just you… D. Chamberz, you mentioning me in all your songs
Sad part is you don't even know how to rhyme
You used to call me seven o'clock every morning
Begging me to help you get on your grind
I got more features with you than all of these n***as combined
So I'ma be the first to tell you that you s**
And you're never getting signed
I know what y'all thinking, y'all n***as wanna boo n***as
Or a n***a who battled Surf and started making it rain?
Y'all love me a minute ago, now y'all getting as fake as his chain
The problem that k**s me is y'all n***as big Hollow up
And y'all wanna soup him like y'all wontons
Y'all ain't with him for real
Y'all only with him for the chips like Bon Ton
LOM NYB, you always got y'all pom-pom, but where the f** was y'all when he was getting washed up by John John?
John John walked in and he said LOM
Then swung at him right at the door, but you fell, I got a multiple choice on how you got on the floor
Is it A) The floor was slippery, you fell inside the club?
Is it B) When you grabbed him you realized you not a thug?
Is it C) It wasn't lean it was some other kind of drug?
Aye John John, what was it?
(John John: It was D n***a, all of the above!)
[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]
With the Math situation… we ain't saying you did not care
We ain't say go to LA shoot everybody bring a Glock in there
But bro… you is big as papa bear…
You could've grabbed Dizaster or Aktive and stopped himm and been like "not in here"
And he tried… but once them L.A. n***as started swinging you got outta there
Your heart was pumping my n***a… you know what's funny
Besides the fact that he's the only Harlem n***a that comes bummy
He's so excited to get his little twenty thousand and I'm still spending Lux money
Even though money don't matter here, I'm just here stating the facts
Clips this is the most you ever been gave for a match
And b**h I'm not Lux, you better thank me for that
Cuz before this I know what happened… me and Joe… had a cla**ic
But I never give y'all the insight on my life… so let me tell y'all what happened
What you know about preparing for a battle when your grandmother bit by a bee
Or… the very same day of the battle… you forget your ID…
Real sh** no excuses… wait… that ain't me… that's what this n***a do
If he unprepared during the battle he'll give an excuse…
Embed it in the fans' heads that can bicker and use over did he win or did he lose
Like, Clips what happened against Charron?
Ohhh ohhh my n***a, that day of the battle my nephew caught the flu
Well what happened against Illmac?
My n***a that very same week of the battle my daughter in law turned two…
I gotta throw a surprise party… It's real sh** I'm going through
n***as is like C'mon Charlie quit with the sobbing
You think these n***as wait hours and pay $100 to come in here and hear another n***a problems?
Now I'ma pull up on the block… I'ma freestyle off the top…
Sike I lied n***a… I couldn't stand up here and gave y'all a sloppy freestyle if I tried n***a…
Wait this is genius… I can do this every time n***a I get in a bind n***a
Just say Sike I Lied and rhyme n***a… my n***a
It's so see through…
Then Star popped the clip called you a snitch…
But Clips ain't pop shots…
You was standing there dancing round questions and knowing that's what got your pop locked
Let's keep it a buck… Rex said he was with Alpo… and his pop flossed in a Lex coupe
So if Rex was with Alpo and your pops was… it was a boss for respect too
But there's something else about you and Alpo my n***a…
There's something more that connects you
Ahh it's so special… y'all both came up of k**ing a n***a when he was mourning his nephew
Snitching in your DNA, so DNA… if you start selling coke and you wanna get down, tell em NO
It'll sound like a Sixers game… he'll be playing with the Answer as he points… that's Eric('s) Snow
I'll bring two weapons through, for snitches in the confessional
A tech and a nickel if you wanna be technical
Let's get to the point… you sarcastic hardy har
But couldn't hang with me bar for bar in New Orleans during Mardi Gras
If your man acting extra goon, leg shot when I'm stepping to him
Split your sh** right before I left the room n***a that's an exit wound
And bystanders get brutally beaten for beefing
Brooklyn born we're brought up blind with beacons
Not concerned with the corner concoct concurrent coronas
Come with a caliber Charlie Clips condition confirmed in a coma
I'm just playing with these letters and trying to be non bias
I did some Bs B and some Cs see… stop whining
I was in the box where n***as was not rhyming
Ayo sticks and Top Ramen
You nerds dot com'in and hating for the top comment
I'm illegal but legal with desert eagles to see you Eagles and Regals leaving you see through… I equal them people that peeped you like a preview
A sequel, shoot that needle with diesel position leaving you fetal
Wait… I can't use mixtape bars? … That's cheating scrap
But he did that with the Captain Morgan line in the Conceited match
And he act like it was a free at that…
Had me so heated that I was on his locator visit every place that he be at
You can see that I listen to all of his CD tracks…
And read every tweet he had… all 98,322 to be exact
But who's counting?
f** you n***a…
I was stalking everybody, even the n***as that hold this n***a down
I'm like… should I get at Clips? yeah well let me roast this n***a now
Clips ain't fat… he just got a big ol back
My n***a you got a wide body… you a big ol 'Lac
I hate to be your friend when we was young and some kids wanna scrap
Cause it prolly be hard as hell to get your back…
I'll palm the toolie… he gon' take shots to the head like John Belushi
I'll put this b**h on ice like Yamaguchi
Silent k**er for the mob… that's Sean Kakhuski
See I usually don't stop y'all during these battling verses but I guarantee there's a few of y'all that thought that Sean Kakhuski was an actual person…
Be the same n***as that fall for Clips' fifty and fifty nine
Surf with an AR on his hip… I don't get it when they rhyme
But enough of that y'all ain't seen me mad
I guess y'all right the devil wear Prada…
… Cause I'm about to get my evil bag
I'mma skinny n***a… I could care less about grandma good a** cooking
You f**ing with a crazy n***a…
… That'll run in the crib and give grandma that good a** whooping
But y'all know I'm so motherf**ing mean with it…
I take that grandmother a** whooping back and do a whole 'nother scheme
I said I'm probably just weird
As I walked up the stairs I broke a bottle of beer
Bent her over stuffed it hard in her rear
Twist it out as the bottom just teared
Blood was everywhere, a lot was smeared
And I used it to write on the wall “Hollow was here”
But y'all know I'm so motherf**ing mean with it…
I bring that grandmother a** whooping back and do a whole 'nother scheme
She senile... can't tell who what which and when
I took doo doo from her diaper with some chocolate and mixed it in
Fed it to her, told her it's a Twix and then…
She said is it supposed to taste this nasty?
I said honestly the sh** depends
She said on what?
Repeatedly she get beat with an iron…
And I tell your grandfather… get the f** up out that wheelchair
And I sit down like… “Wheeewww” n***a I'm tired…
That was a long day of a** whoopin for Charlie Clips…
Damn your shirt hardly fits…
FYI… they got the salsa chips avoid the garlic dip
I'm just being real with you… I'm knowing this true…
Your face could tell it hurts inside of you…
[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
How this sh** go again?
"Your man Charlie Clips had one battle and think he top three now
And how his name Charlie Clips if we only seen three rounds?"
Damn that was tough, that was back when he was hungry, fire, and pause you had a lot of flame in you
But over the time you became a vending machine Hollow
You don't know why? I'll explain to you
See Shady Records got a little hongry, they pushed bu*tons and you was the one they put the change into
You chased that man around more than Kaylin Garcia
It was to the point I felt ashamed of you
You threw money on stage and told Surf to strip
It was at that moment I seen the lame in you
You flew Calicoe's pops a thousand miles
And still had a debatable with Lux
Hollow you let the fame get you
See I wanna show you this 40 Glocc
But I'd rather school you before the Game hit you
Cuz you chose the stage name Hollow
And it's crazy how that name fits you
Cuz see the definition of "hollow" is basically unfilled space
And with a name like that
How could y'all even think he gon bully Clips
Cuz see what bothers me is that he chose a name that means empty, but your whole career you've been full of sh**
Shall I continue? Work out Hollow
Let's see what being brolic get you
Till a chhhh chhhh, till a hollow hits you
And the doctors change your name while you asleep
Cuz you done woke up with something solid in you
But oohhhh, you not that type of hollow
You an expanding bullet, basically you a hollow-point
But if we go to trial and Hollow point at the n***a that shot the hollow-point then what the f** is Hollow' point?
Exactly, see you didn't choose the name Hollow
God gave it to this man and the sh** special
See he gave him the name Hollow cuz he's sharp and with the right aim he probably could split metal
But you're just a Hollow so stay in your lane
Cuz when you went against an Arsonal
We all seen how that kid stretched you
And remember hollow can't go nowhere unless the clip lets you
This is some powerful sh**
I understand y'all gon' get it, don't worry about it…
I probably won this round on that alone
One lil scheme and a lil bit of wordplay
You wanna know what's crazy Hollow?
I ain't spit a punchline since like Thursday
You want one? Ok cool, you about to get him in a bomb way
From now on, May 9th is national "What the f** happened to Hollow Da Don" day
I'm extra legit, I got a gift at rapping, you in the presence of Clips
Imodium, aye D, don't let him get extra with sh**
Cortez' real name is Ernie
And he rolling with Hollow looking all desperate and sh**
Now Ernie the one I should k** if Charles right next to the Smith
Hollow, go head and give it up, give it all you can
But let your next of kin know that I'm the God in the clutch
Remember he played Street Fighter he never used Balrog
And left y'all in disgust?
Well I used to battle rap for free in the yard before lunch
Till I picked Balrog and learned you can charge for a punch
It's over, yes Hollow, he the best
I'm in your mom's crib, she need a vest
Trying to leave blood all over the pad, but it ain't PMS
Ski mask on, 40 coming out the waist, he about to see her d**h
They ain't seen a black face raising a Cal since BMF
And you said you could beat me bar for bar, Hollow?
I'm from New York where we let off rounds
And my n***as will smith you for seven pounds
Wait wait wait, that's X-Factor sh**, right?
I'm bugging y'all I gotta chill
How abou? Grown man bars is something he got
Wait, that's Rex' sh**, right? Yeah I'm bugging y'all for real
How about? So it's Showtime, stupid n***a I'm not trying to steal
I'm Shang Tsung; I'm just turning into all the n***as I already k**ed
My legacy is solidified, Drake voice, your sh** is kinda iffy though
You beat Illmac after Con beat 'em, you beat Big T, OK really bro?
I murdered Verb, I murdered Roc
And what I did to Rex? Silly though
And Factor? His career been f**ed
That ain't even going to Xvideos
So let me ask y'all in the crowd
Raise your hand if you think this s**a a legend
I did at first till Arsonal k**ed him, no debating
n***a f**ed up his record, then he lost to Surf right after that
See I don't f**ing respect it, I just wanna know: when you go against red mans, what the f** is your method?
Listen Hollow, I am the greatest, I do believe in the hype
But let's just say n***as don't think I'm Jordan
And Mook laughing cause he thinking he Mike
But when Mook lil daughter gets older
And they go to ask her who the God
She not gon' remember Michael Jordan
But she always gon' remember LeBron
I'm about 6'8'', 6'9'', 250
n***as get scared when I come to the f**ing basket
I jump in traffic
They say I'm not aggressive because I might up and pa** it
Oh y'all still thinking I'm talking about Lebron
Naw n***a, I'm old school, I f** with Magic
I compare myself to him cause I'm sick and my son a f*ggot
And you snooo datttt
This n***a will never be Michael Jordan, if anything he Pierce
But the reason why I compare him to Paul is wonderful
See you talk down on n***as like you a wizard
Trying to make him feel all uncomfortable
You tough when you was with Brooklyn
But when you not with your team you soft and huggable
I ain't gon' lie, you the truth
But your career gon' end with this Wall in front of you
I could've spit a thousand f**ing bars this round
But this n***a needed to be humbled, yes Hollow you need that
That LOM sh** you got on your chest, you talk it but I bleed that
Drake offered me $20,000 to battle DNA
I turned that sh** down like I don't need that
I didn't even battle you for myself
I k**ed you so my little brother could have Queens back
Loyalty Over Money
I told you Hollow, if y'all remember in the first round
I said make sure your third is your best
Or you're not gonna see another day
Every time I rhyme, take out your phone
And you better text your mother pray
Cause she gon' hit Smack, God and Beasley
And ask why did you help take my son away
What time is it? It's only about five hours left till Mother's Day