Charlie Clips - Serius Jones vs Charlie Clips lyrics

[Round 1: Charlie Clips] Charlie Clips versus Jones, nah this can't be serious Where's the n***a that battled Mook and Jin? That's him? Nah this can't be Serius Damn homie...in Fight Club you was the man homie What the f** happened to you? I'll tell you See what happened is you lost your deal with Disturbing Tha Peace So n***as take your career as a f**ing joke You claim you made over 200 racks, but now you back on Smack Either you confused or you f**ing broke Mook k**ed you, made Harlem hot Ludacris dropped you made all the sponsors stop Are you gonna tell these fans what kind of job you got? Are you gon' tell 'em you the man...at the barbershop? Serius is a barber, no I'm serious, he's a barber And Smack you knew that, so this sh** you doing to me ain't f**ing fair Cause how the first Summer Madness I get a n***a with a perm Now you get me the n***a that might've cut his hair Y'all got the nerve to say we similar, I'm a genius, one of the meanest He cut hair, I get him cut here, let me explain the difference between us See when my friends want the work, I scream, "Get in line!" Then I hit 'em with the powder or the wet When you at work you scream, "Who need a line?!" Then at the end you put powder on they neck When I run up with them clippers It's no question I'm just ready to blast tools When he run up with the clippers it's, "Yo! You want the fade? Or you want the fade with the half moon?" You can't be serious, Serius, I remember when your buzz was about this tall You left battle rap to become a barber, now your buzz is this small You freestyle and f** up hairlines How you let your career take that big fall? I understand you love the Clippers But what's the point if you ain't Chris Paul? You don't be at the bar pouring alcohol on b**hes, making women holler You be at the bar...ber shop Pouring alcohol on n***as like, "That'll be 20 dollars." You like, "With all this barbershop quap I could put you and all my customers in a jab." n***a 90% of Jersey got dreads, what customers do you have? What am I supposed to believe? You retired from battle rap to get all this barbershop cake? What you be in the club with wild hair in your pocket And a Burberry barber shop cape Aight, aight, aight, aight, that's enough I got love for all my n***as that's in the barbershop folks I just figured I could help him shape up with a few barbershop jokes But how's your old b**h doing, Jones? He still think that he ex hot Don't nobody wanna f** her, but she do give out the best top He the type to know she on her period and still try to get in his ex twat We was taught if you see that red ring then don't play with ya X-Box But let's say he get that b**h pregnant And he teaching his little man on how to Jam C I"ma shoot his stroller but if I missed the carriage (miscarriage) I got a plan B No lie, the perfect goal, rewind time before he work the hole k** him before he get her pregnant, that's birth control You ain't trying to die baby, I suggest you watch your mouth n***a Or the morning after you gon' have to peel (pill), that mean be out n***a You said you was a runaway and that Mook was a house n***a Well before you run away let me take a trip through your house n***a Let's see if y'all can guess which room I'm in I'ma give you and your boys hints, I'ma shower you with some bars That leave you and your boys pissed I start shooting up your car You better sink when I'm getting that toy lit/toilet When this nine take a dump you won't get to enjoy sh** Now y'all know what room I'm in, so I can throw the Tec in his mouth k** this piece of sh** in the bathroom and then drag him through the rest of the house Now you know what room I'm in? You don't know? Well here's a little reminder, I could shoot your sister But I'ma let my arm rest and have this right hook recline her/recliner I'm comfortable like a love seat when I'm strapped with two arms I pull out and make everybody sleep, it's like a futon I told his uncle to move on, but he ain't move he took the thug route So for lamping too long I got my clap on and blew his bulb out Now you know what room I'm in? Now I'ma throw the Tec in ya mouth Since nobody living in that room, let me drag you through the rest of the house Me and your aunt had an encounter I grabbed her by her head I was getting ready to off it The sink was running hot but I ain't really wanna force it/faucet I grabbed that knife, I thought about having my hand poking her But why? When I can draw and just have this can open her/opener Now y'all know what room I'm in, I can throw the Tec in his mouth Your house too small, I can't go through the rest of your house I can't believe you the n***a they brung back to take my title, clown If you don't win this then it's over cause this my lightest round You could try that freestyle sh** Jones, but it don't work here If you freestyle about the barbershop Then it hurt and you really work there So since you a barber here's a little advice you can use in your spare time That freestyling won't cut it, they bought tickets to hear lines (hairlines) [Round 1: Serius Jones] Ayo y'all know me, it's been a minute but off the top I dismantle sh** Yeah, nine years ago I was a barber so you know I know how to handle Clips Awwwwwwhhh You motherf**ers This how I came up But this what it come down to? sh** I'll put the gun down But do I gotta give y'all the rundown who I punk rounds through Well besides the fact I'm 21 and 1 now, turned Jin to King Pow Stew Sonned out Mook, CH a bum now too Well they said, "Well give a new n***a a shot." Got Clips loaded so now I gotta gun down you? Well dot on your head, dot on your gun, dot on your pants, dot on your shirt What? Them bars was pure fire? That's what they got the Dot Mob? Well let's call it what it is people The Harlem Boys Choir See they tried to sic' them adlibs on me, but I'm cla**ic doggy Them elaborate stories, nobody was doing that in battle rap before me That's why Smack know he needed these racks 'Fore he even picked up the jack to call me Nobody asked for Charlie, they ga**ed you Charlie I asked for the rematch with Mook, he declined and battled Iron And see that's just corny And that proves I'm the master doggy And I'll whip all these n***as' a** til it look as bad as Denzel back in Glory I'm 'bout to get gory on this cat cause you ain't even in my category See when I was riding on Twinkies, you was walking around eating 'em When I had twins in the bed, that was the size bed you was still sleeping in When I was riding for this culture with companies on national television You couldn't even watch battles with company Without asking your grandma's permission When I was that n***a that you knew from Smack You been working out for 30 years and guess what, you still fat When I got signed for five mil' with my deal sh** started getting a lil' heavy But sh** got heavy for you too cause you must got signed to Little Debbie So when I became the illest rapper alive in 2005 You started wearing a jean size 45 so I guess you could say We blew up at the same damn time See it's some reality n***a that bars can't save See, I said there's some reality n***a that bars can't save See them n***as ain't know how to throw the book at you But I know how to read a n***a So let's get on the same god damn page You graduated from Washington Irving in 2001 But you acting young on this god damn stage? You mean to tell me you had 4 battles, 2 mixtapes, no deal and we're the same god damn age?! One thing I hate is a fake, young n***a Cause if he played in the era with the legends He would've been on that timba catching splinters We call 'em ringers, you'd rather play with the kids than be a winner I bet you play the block at a 14 and under summer league right now as a center n***a, I got paid in 100 cities, I just came back from Europe touring So I'm learning, "Fick Dich Ihm" That's how you say "f** this n***a" in German Clips, you f**ing around but you coming short You'd probably procreate a midget See before I get into your phony gangster image Let's just expose the basic gimmick and your approach to making lyrics All you do is study another n***a's bars, saying "you said" Take his flow and try to flip it Or come up with one theme and then say every word you can think of that's a**ociated with it See they don't know his tactics, that's why I'ma give Clips a clip full And every time he do it from now on, I'ma give y'all the signal See I know he said I got dropped from my label But so did the whole label and I got paid though But ain't no labels that feel you, but just in case there is I'll k** that while I use labels to k** you See now I got Cash Money since a Baby so Lil' Chuckkee take it easy Cause I make cakes like Drakes and have Minaj's 'til I'm Weezy I'll D-Block your Styles I'm like a Sheek/sheik from Iraq Kiss Tha Game Goodbye, one shot to your door will break up the locks/Lox Your set Dipped on you Cause you was s**ing k**a on Cam', but never dropped j**els/Juelz They Jay'd him then Dashed on his Dame Cause the whole Nation know that he don't own that Roc he sells And when we can't hear Clips that's a Def Jam That mean my pistol get to smoke And the Aftermath 'bout to be way more than Shady Cause now you in a scope (Interscope), let's go [Round 2: Charlie Clips] Sweetheart, let me ask you a question right If I asked you to put this ring card down Would you come over here and touch him? He said he was signed to a label before, would you still f** him? Now see you pulling her Now all that's doing is gonna make this Tec spark Hit your stomach now both of y'all can share those stretch marks Aye Goodz, this exactly what you mean n***a But this ain't one of them skinny legs This one of them dirty sweatpants Pelle Pelle jean n***as You got dropped and you lost some weight I think it's time for you to come clean n***a I'm not saying you a crackhead But losing weight and getting back on Smack, well that's a fiend n***a You was sleeping on me Jones So tell me what happened in that dream n***a Was the fans cheering you on? Oh they was calling you the king n***a? Well I'ma walk you up to VIP and then dot you with that beam n***a Cause if history repeats itself Then the balcony is where the king loses his dream n***a And you right, you did lose your deal with Luda' What happened? Y'all got into an argument and you called him a bama? That's crazy I thought it was all love and hip hop down in Atlanta Well ain't no love and hip hop with me and you So don't start feeling a lil' happy Cause one of these will give you that Stevie J face if you feeling a Lil' Scrappy That .38 my side b**h, named her Joseline, that ratchet mean That K sing like Michelle, hit a note at you and your f*ggot team See I'm something like Benzino I'm not trying to say that every rapper's mean But your Source should've warned you, I'm more known for a magazine Good thing we ain't putting no bread on this battle Jones Cause on the real you would've lost the bet Jersey can't beat New York for sh**, no lie we done off'd the best I mean the Rangers k** the Devils We own the Giants and of course the Jets You Jersey n***as don't win sh**, you even lost the Nets Don't get it twisted I got wild love for Jersey Like I think, Surf, Shotgun and Arsonal beat ya I said them bullets Surf when that Shotgun speak and that Arsonal heat ya My chrome black, it got Shotgun feet an Arsonal sneakers I rip your soul/sole like Shotgun feet in Arsonal's sneakers See that's what you call wordplay Jones, no lie you need to get you some Leave you dead in the middle of - man, I'm a different Pun My chrome crap no iPhone app, I got a different gun Think it's a game 'til I hit the side of your temple and make your temple run All you do is write me on Twitter from the AM to the PM Cause I'm at your girl box but you don't see it like a DM Oh what you mad I got bread and it's a verified amount? I'ma n***a that blue/blew checks with no verified account You run around telling lies, telling n***as how you lost your deal Now you back in battle rap, spread love all across the field When John John used your multiple choice scheme You got mad, I mean of course it's real So let's do the multiple choice scheme on how your lost your deal Is it A.) Luda dropped you cause he found out you ain't a thug Is it B.) You mad at Shwanna she ain't wanna give you hugs Is it C.) Tity Boi turned 2 Chainz and wouldn't show you love n***a this is yo' scheme, you know it's all of the above But now you balling like a scrub, I remember the word on the street "Serius Jones got a deal." I'm like word? He a beast I was waiting for your album to drop, but Luda' pushed it to a further release So Busta... How a n***a with no noise get dropped from Disturbing Tha Peace I guess he told you to Stand Up, but you wasn't going in your bag He tried to put you in other Area Codes But you wasn't growing with your swag So he told you to Move b**h, you ain't zoning with your pad Then took your contract and told you to Blow It Out Ya Ass! That freestyle sh** is trash, they paid money to hear bars n***a Oh I get it, you think I'm Hamilton, well you got the wrong Charles n***a See the Charles love pink, see this Charles love shells See that Charles love peace, see this Charles love jail See that Charles love heaven, this Charles love Hell See that Charles love Sonic, this Charles love tail Now that was just a lil' jokey sh** I had to hit y'all with 30 seconds of some Charles sh** But let me get back to Charlie Clips You know what I do, you know that bar sh** I know you looking at my squad I guess you thinking that my block is calm til that blade out And you'll get ate (eight) baby, Octomom I don't wanna hear about your gun and how you clap it And keep a Glock in palm or when ya knife is out Cause you don't give slices out, you Papa Johns And this is what y'all n***as call an icon? Well y'all gon' get his chest shot I'ma use the Mac to leave this icon on his desktop I'm soft? Where? (Software) Til I run in your windows and you lose your dome I ain't stumble, I was just getting to Google Chrome Now that computer scheme, let me backspace no lie that was all wack But what I'm saying is if you don't have my PC, I'm bring all Macs I wanna make your body shift but I know you running with all rats So to catch a lowercase I'ma give you all caps I wear Prada you wear Rocawear, you hot? But not in here You ugly f**...DNA [DNA] Y'all know my slogan, Get Em The f** Outta Here! [Round 2: Serius Jones] You god damn right I put on for Jersey, so we don't need a team If ya name was Coretta, you still couldn't f** with the King I don't know no real n***as that know this n***a in real life So I hired a private investigator, this freak b**h I call her Dick Tracey And y'all will not believe the information this b**h gave me So I don't gotta spit a bunch of nonsense and all kind of jokes See all I'ma quote is the contents of this envelope See your government name, your social, I ain't gotta give 'em all that sh** But your annual income was less than 10 sum And your mom still claiming you on her taxes Real sh** See you the type of n***a to get fired from Chick-Fil-A Not because you could f** up some chicken But because they had suspicion that you was in the kitchen With an employee giving new definition to the term entry-level position And your b**h is a dirty battle rapper from the Bronx, Ash Cash Wow, well Ash is trash, lyrically and physically It's probably roaches in that b**h perm You look like Brian Pumper, so what's she? Montana? Cause everybody know her Fishburne Since you b**h is a battle rapper, what y'all be battle in the bed? What she plays Ms. Hustle? What you act like O Red? So when we say the Lenox Ave Beast It's obvious we ain't talking 'bout your mixtape Cause now that we know that you playing with them kids It don't even matter what your Penn States I call Trace on three way, told her call Clips They say, "Aye, can I speak to Clips?" They say, "Who he?" They say, "Oh, Charlie, excuse me..." They say, "Oh, you mean Bootsie!" I said, "Bootsie?!" No that can't be who you be They said, "Charlie Clips the battle rapper, you know That carries the Uzi's saying that he shoots G's And sold more crack than Pookie They said, "You know who I'm talking about right?" Your mom said, "Absolutely! Well he's with Ash at movies and 'round here we don't him that, it's Bootsie." Bootsie?! That's your name my n***a? My name is Slaim, it's m**m and Farrakhan ain't smacking my Kufi When I was nine, Saddam should've flew from Iraq to recruit me And I got two long noses call 'em X-Factor and Mookie And I ain't never met a trapper, a rapper Or a battle rapper named Bootsie Well if your name is Bootsie, it don't even matter if he's so lyrical Cause if you don't pop in rap, I guess you could sing Negro spirituals From what you said in the Aye Verb battle You called your grandmoms when it's over The way she raised your mama must've been wrong Cause when she was nine months pregnant She would have long dongs all in her thong So it don't matter if you use n***as all in your songs Cause technically you been on other n***as dicks even before you was born It don't matter if you had long schlongs all in her thong Cause obviously you had on n***as dicks since before you was born See and your lil' brother played for Utah huh? He running the point, only thing you run is your dick s**ers And even though Brian Pumper spits gutter It's hard to respect it when we look at your DNA All your lil' brothers become your big brothers See growing up I was so tough I thought my hood wasn't hood enough But the Wolves is rough to have n***as dying, brothers cooking up But you know why I know why your millies don't flame? Cause all your gun lines come from sports and video games Get money, that's what I know Harlem n***as to do But see I followed the Blueprint of AZ, Rich and them dudes But you? You wasn't around when them pounds broke down When them pigeons that flew You lost to Big T's and even your Religions ain't True See it's been 4 battles we ain't even seen a fitted that's new Meanwhile I got the Benz, Range, b**hes, the j**els So you might as well move to the Bronx And get a job sweeping sh** in the Zoo Cause I'm a Jersey n***a but I'm still more of a Harlem n***a than you See my criminal records is extensive, gun cases, moving piff You know, some a**ault a loser foolishness Unfortunate you can Google it, but Google you and nothing of you exists So the conclusion is, you just named yourself Clips You don't use them sh**s n***a you don't move weight and you ain't losing it, weight that is Why am I the underdog and y'all fronting I'm over it, fake that is They gon' have to use Aye Verb's perm to replace your wig Your mom's tripping at the wake, "That ain't my kid! I don't even know who face that is!" n***a I'll smack your saggy beard til my hands get calluses Choke your Turkey neck until you whiter than Jimmy Fallon is Pull out the Tec's and make Summer Madness higher than Dallas is Say goodbye to your movement let me walk you through paralysis See you tripping thinking I wasn't gonna trip off you Bootsie That 2nd round was a lil' shaky, but I'ma get back to you 3rd n***a BOOTSIE! [Round 3: Charlie Clips] Don't throw nothing on the stage, I ain't gon' lie that's true Smack But did you hear this n***a last round? What you want them to do Smack? You tried to say the nickname my mom's gave me like that sh** hurt My name Bootsie and I don't pitch crills or I don't let that Tec dance No matter what my f**ing name is, I will never wear them sweatpants And you claim you getting money? Since you talking I mean, what y'all wanna do n***a? He can't be getting money If this the same chain he wore against Mook n***a This n***a is a wine cooler, fact mac we sip Cognac This n***a ain't fresh, we wear these to the laundromat My n***a, I mean what are you pointing at? Are you pointing at my gun? Are you gon' crack mad fat jokes? Now you gon' tell me I need to run? Are you gon' tell me that I'm running out of breath? Are you gon' tell me that I'm Pun? n***a I don't give a f** what you say, you know what, f** it I'm done Sike! I lied n***a! I caught you stupid, you almost died n***a Me f** up? Not even if I tried n***a But I'ma tell you something right now, right Let me get real serious and talk to my bredrin I need y'all to hear me for 5 minutes I'ma question him and see if he a legend Now I know a lot of y'all paid money right now so y'all can hear bars Just do me one second, be quiet cause what I'ma say is pretty hard So what I'ma try to tell y'all is I need a second to breathe If you not a real n***a that don't like real n***a sh** There's the door, you can leave What happened to them 12 imaginary battles you had at Fight Klub? That nobody in the world would ever get to see The only n***as that knew you had them battles is your mother and International P You battled Jin, CH and Mook, you only won 2 out of 3 So how is Serius Jones really a legend? See this is what's confusing me See what's really your claim to fame Jones? I know it ain't come from defeating Jin Cause outside of 106 & Park we all knew that'd be an easy win You battled a Chinese n***a with Chinese jokes in a room full of black people That's like Big T battling a skinny n***a in a room full of fat people But I do give you credit cause against Jin and H you was snapping But then you met Murda Mook and we all know what happened Dot on your head! Dot on your leg! Dot on your chest! Nah I'm not gon' finish, but what I wanna know is He was spitting some fire sh** You took that battle to heart and you went straight into retirement Then you asked Smack can you battle me So now I gotta ask you a question, if he need me to retire Which one of us is the legend? I gotta be honest with you, you my n***a I ain't gon' front I f** with Smack But this the sh** that get me mad When they get these wack n***as and have 'em coming back I should put this gun to your sweatpants, make that Tec dance You do a jumping jack If I don't get 7 racks after this, I swear to God I ain't coming back I be like, see let me tell y'all about this chick named Legend You see Legend is a freak b**h, see Legend slept with Mook and Iron Here's a n***a Legend ain't get to sleep with See Legend ga**ed him up like he's a vet' But Legend told me that he was a rookie, he ain't ever get to f** Legend See Legend ain't ever give him p**y You battled in Fight Klub, used the same rounds over and over And you know that it's true n***a So Legend left him and came and got with us new n***as You don't know what to do, I'm f**ing her I"m getting fame from her I"m bagging Legend now, me and DNA running a train for her See what happened is... You got dropped cause you couldn't make no hood music No, no, no...you got dropped because you couldn't make GOOD music See I went to Kanye city, y'all see me out there I was cooking B See my name Clips(e) so I showed y'all how to Push(a) T And ya swag is pretty off and you showed me how you was too lame Cause against Mook You tatted a fake necklace on your black T to have 2 Chainz My n***a you lame, your name is Salim not Sean You could never be Big buddy Day N Nite you a Legend like John, but they don't give this Kid Cudi Now if you follow all those lessons you could see that I'm bombing I swear to God I'm so glad we got nothing in Common Why you talking to the crowd n***a? Remember I'm your understudy, be proud n***a Oh now you admitting it, that you always been a f*g' n***a A f*g' n***a, run up to you and pull that Mag n***a Nah f** it...it's over...sike I lied n***a! What I look like? That n***a? Aight I did that on purpose, see I'ma tell you a secret between you and me I choked on purpose So I can talk to this fat n***a that look like he work with Truancy See I knew you was gon' start booing me, yeah you f**ing up tight Let's leave this ma', you right here, me and you f**ing tonight f**ing up tight, he got me mad the last round cause he wack I'm f**ing up tight, Summer Madness is over, just f** it Just f** it, goodnight Don't worry about it [Round 3: Serius Jones] I ain't gon' front, I'm kinda drunk That last round I kinda flopped my n***a But you ended your battle like that? Well thanks a lot my n***a See money ain't worth sh** when you got the heart of a tadpole And if sh** was worth money, you'd probably be born with no a**hole See I'm a black hippy But it's them things that money brings see that gets me You playing that field from running through this back alley, ask Ricky So yeah I'm a mac, I teach hoes, like Nino we Jack cities But see Goldie ain't what I mean though When I say I brought the Mac with me See since your name is Clips let's break down the following You know the actual mechanism See the barrel cylinder is so the bullet flies with precision The trigger suspension and the fire independence is like the engine So what do Clips do? Slide in a bu*t and hold ammunition So if we compared gun clips to this fat boy You don't own none of the rounds you spit You hold 'em for Smack so technically you a pack boy So it don't matter what your aim is Cause we can see what trigger's you to rhyming Cause Clips only fire when you find a machine bigger than you to slide in See I'm the boss who put Charles in Charge? Clips we fire them And I see that you trying to help the environment But damn my n***a you love recycling Reusing the same things, remixing the same lines Like the controller sh** the sun and Earth we heard you the first two times So since all your rounds come back around like karma Charlie Clips? Nah bruh, you Charlie Revolver Something's wrong with this equation And I know for you Math is confusing And I don't mean the Math that's so trash That last time y'all actually booed him I mean the math that you using To calculate the numbers my cla**ics is doing So factor in losing, subtract your delusions Divide your pride, add some contusions Now you out your space, you got a problem And ain't no patching in Houston Cause when I put them craters on your moon face That's when I call a Proactiv solution I'm a leader, I crack a pint to a sharp tip Slice ya Goodz then have half a gallon leaking out your armpits I put a gram on a tablespoon, take a 6 inch strap of leather Choke you, shoot you, then stab you to d**h with a ruler Now that's drastic measures See how dare you sleep on the king you futon a** n***a You don't even register where I shop, cut it out, you coupon a** n***a So don't ask me to tag you on Facebook again when I see you in Harlem Because as you know now I only play tag when I'm sparking And after I tag your toe Don't make me catch you nowhere other than a coffin Cause if I see you in the morgue I'll rip off your toes and rip the tags back off them See they said he had 4 bodies I said well some bodies better than no bodies But if all your bodies is nobody's then to a somebody you got no bodies If I see you on the roof of this building, "Jump Clips we got you!" That's what I yell at him probably Cause even if I decide to save your life I'm still catching a body I'm sick n***a, I hit your prenatal with gauge pellets n***a I'm so sick I make the creators of AIDS jealous I'm sick I spit infirmaries in the yard on 'em n***a I'm so sick, even my blood cells got bars on'em So now that you're a dead rapper and ain't no way around it For all the dead rappers watching over us What you think they have to say about it? Well Biggie, he be like "Hughh! He hit that n***a up worse than they hit up me." Pac'll be like, "Yeah n***a that's how you ride on your enemies!" Big L would be like, "That n***a ain't from my block." Pun will be like, "Where y'all at physically, well Clips ain't do diddidly And oh sh** he left him dead in the middle of little Italy, literally." See Eazy-E be like, "God damn that n***a sick as me." Pimp C was so f**ed up he pa**ed the lean to ODB Heavy D was like, "Damn I wanted Clips to win cause he big like me But damn that n***a's D.E.A....diddly didddly diddly diddly D!" Ayo I might've f**ed up the 2nd round, but I just merked you my n***a You peep that? Well since I sunk your ship I turn into the Anchorman and give y'all the recap "This is Serius Jones reporting live from Summer Madness 2 Where he'll enjoy a hearty buzz And now we'll see he's all the champion that we thought he was He hit Clips with a vicious series of brutal attacks He'g gonna have to go home put some ice on the fat on his back." I ain't got no slogan, so maybe y'all can help me out so I got it clear Since it's a Landslide and it's a Body Bag then Zip 'Em Up and... (Get Em The f** Outta Here!)