[Round 1: Loaded Lux]
Smack, is you ready? Charlie, is you ready, handsome?
Charlie, Charlie, are you real?
When the make believers wanna make you a believer
In a room full of dream chasers
That started chasing the dreamer
Oh, this gonna be a nightmare
I got to wake you from me, bruh, as fake as can be, but
I know you ain't gone just stand in this ring
To be laying here beat up
My man said, "Charlie coming to fight."
sh**, I would think he would need to, as much flack as you got from not being in LA with them sneakers
Nah, he ain't gonna be slippin'
Well, sh**, I ain't gonna play with you neither
In fact, I'm gonna say some things
And I really could care less how you take to them either
Think I'm just showing up with these Wrestlemania features
Smell what I'm cooking?
n***a, I will rock your eye, looking to box the five
And you ain't gotta pay Little Caesars
Did y'all know he can walk amongst the tombstone?
Tonight, home slice, and this ain't for no pizza
You can say I'm a preacher
A Panther, Rich Porter, a YMCA dancer
Whatever, they gonna laugh, you entertainin'
I just figured: in the age where trigger fingers turn to Twitter fingers, don't sending a message take a certain number of characters to explain it?
Like, how me, myself, and I
Already dangerous but schizophrenic
You with a Harlem hustler that will black out
With the shotguns on the stages
I'll k** you in front of Mom, free of charge
And then pay for your whole funeral arrangements
Goddamn it, you bet I'm back
Chuck, you the one that should've suited up for this
n***a, you forever slacks
You could've got prepped for that, it helps to match
Do it for your Vines, see where I address you at
Look at grand mama boy tied, I'ma go at his neck for that
Bow ties, bean pies... yeah, you could rebu*tal that
Yeah, they say you a good n***a, I fought greater
All labor boss, on paper you a 4th grader
All you do is take a dope line or a gun bar, then you just reference that with a sports player, you short paper
Fat boy, you couldn't get down with me with Rick Ross' trainer
Just ‘cause you got tits, brah
Don't mean you be thinking in broad layers
Come on, players, it's in the talk. Scratch that, it's in the walk
You gotta look at how the bootleg cut
If you copy that, this Clips a fraud, picture's off
Who you are really in your bars, n***a?
‘Cause I know you for being soft, not for flippin' hard
Now you this n***a with attitude, just ‘cause Tre chillin' with a cold block don't make him Cube, don't get me wrong
Yeah, you a boy in the hood with a job
If your man deal heavy I feel worried they kick the door
You tell him where the pills buried
See, you not the dope boy that you think you are
I'm just poking holes in him
Y'all probably couldn't relate to this
Besides, Hollow showed me you wouldn't be good with a business relationship
Sike I lied... how you letting n***as just take your sh**?!
What's crazy is if I break up with people
‘Cause we didn't get along
I know when to pa** the baton in this human race we in
You can't tell that to a n***a without a car
Just him and his T-Mobile, the minute you roll over
He trying to play you like a sim
They was him, all the ex-producers and the managers
Planning to be in my top-five Fave Friends
Then they find out they ain't got drive for the long run
That's when they came to sprint, but this a marathon we in
The family still here, my whole pack at the thriller
Lil' one, my mama, I'm ridin' with a backseat full of k**as
We on our way to Lenox
I wish a funny a** acting n***a would make a move
But you ain't never been stiller
Still I told my dog I can't let this cat sh** on the litter
Wreck and tangle my circle of life
The world is round, you could k** me now
How am I gonna flat leave my n***as?
Even Realer Live hit my jack late
He said, "Yo, man, he just came through the hood with Goodz rambling, how you manage handle it?"
I said, "Chill, he just feeling you out. It's good, he panicking."
This is what happens when these n***as get creatively famished and can't manage it
Their mental feeds be fishing, ‘cause they ain't bred for this type of meet, but you could hook up the sandwiches
I mean, look, you got whatever advantages, could be damages
Standing in your lobby I'm thinking how he
Put his rounds together, that's a sign
That n***a outty, I've been planning this
I rap circles around a body
n***a, you lucky, it could be bandages
My youngin tried to get the hammer in
I said, "Wow, that type of time he ain't on, you way off."
You talk that hustling sh**, n***a
But bacon the only strip you ate on
I don't know why you call yourself Clips
n***a, you got your name wrong
I bet the last name he drew on a n***a he had Crayons
The fake n***as you gotta pray for
I'm not gonna preach to him, he no disciple
Just indecisive, you got a right to question what I might do
After that last one we had to fight through
But here's where I break the cycle, in case you feel delightful
That moment Mook hit me I got a bit more insightful
I love my people, but some n***as
They just ain't gonna like you, you can't give your life to
Malcolm read his scripture, hoping he got the picture
But the only one you remember is at the window with the rifle
Have faith, ‘cause you in here with the meanest
n***a, and we gonna need you to mean it
Lately you come around
But you ain't never got three this completed
Everybody's DNA structure is different
But he not me of the screening
I'm genius… that gray hoodie Lux
Who lines vibe smooth, fuels with crime rules
Why lose? I'm coming to win, like a typhoon
Fine tune, every bar with a gun, high noon
In the field, raisin' on a n***a, like dry prunes
[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Summer Madness 5, wow, like, where do I even begin?
First off, I got to salute Hollow
For giving me that lil scratch on the chin
Making me bleed in our last fight
‘Cause it's exactly what I needed again
‘Cause I suffer from a disease called try-to-give-a-f**ing-titis
It's a disease that makes me not eager to win
Now, I've been diagnosed since 2012
No nurse or no doctor would even give me a suggestion
So I battled rookies and legends
Hoping somebody can help me learn my lesson
I play around in every battle
But nobody can k** me, "How?" was the question
But then I realized it's not a disease
It's God, and I will no longer play with my blessin'
Ah, Beloved, you had the world, but after the Calicoe battle
It seems like you's been getting demoted
How ironic, you wanted Murda and you got murdered
But I don't want to hear that you wasn't devoted
‘Cause every battle rapper in this building wanted to be Lux
Oh, but never did Charlie, n***a, you know it
I tried to take a Hollow out in front of you, Smack
What makes you think Clips wanna be Loaded?
Are you m**m or are you Christian?
n***a, you've been confused since about ‘83
Yeah, you're right, you was Rich Porter, and then a Black Panther, and in your next battle you may be me
Now, when you came up with that slogan “You're gon' get this work”, that sent chills down my spine, that sh** was crazy, B
But the work you give out don't last that long
n***a, you're the temp agency
You left battle rap and I held us down
But y'all quick to welcome him home without a doormat
Aye, what his resume look like? He beat Miles, he beat Cal
Who gives a f**? We don't condone that
You lost to Mook and Hollow
O-Red got a better resume than you, n***a
And now we know that, so it's like Fabolous spelling his name, ‘cause you should be where O at
I'm k**in' scrap, right now it's a n***a paralyzed watching the pay-per-view, like, “Oh, I'm feeling that.”
I conceal a gat, I don't care how much holmes improving
I put this hammer to where his ceiling at
One look big and the other one sound big
That's Shyne featuring Guerilla Black, bllaa, ba, bap!
Blow his socks on his head, it's looking like Chilla hat
Yes, dude is back, for y'all who don't understand what I'm saying, it's Mr. Google Facts
Once again, my flow's so out of this world
I advise you to go get your Google Maps
I catch Lux while he running to his wife
Beloved, then use the strap
Make him pay before he enter the ride; this sh** an Uber app
n***a, I'm super strapped
And I'll spill them all over the stage, like a Smack drink
Or catch him and his crew getting high
Then walk in and let the gat brrrring
Headshot, blow his brain by his Puma
Basically I don't give a f** what this cat think
The cops will find his Caesar
Next to some dutchess; welcome to Black Ink
What's up, Beloved? Is you gonna shut the f** up or not?
‘Cause you're soft on Lenox
But you always act tough up the block
I'm at [?] with a pump, hittin' his door with a couple of shots
This sh** a Puff deal
It was especially made to f** up the locks
I'm in his crib looking for his n***as
‘Cause I'm about to do him grimy
Me and my pump just kicking it
Sounding like a song from the 90s
They like, “Who can I run to?” Lux like “All y'all get behind me!”
What I want to know is
How do y'all plan to escape if the leader is looking tiny?
This is for all you motherf**ers that said Clips ain't nice
Right now, Eddie Murphy is calling Martin, like, “This ain't life.”
Tay Roc is watching the battle, like, “This ain't light.”
And Quentin Miller is tapping Drake, like, “This ain't right.”
I tried to relax, oh, but y'all don't respect me
Until CC buggin', you see me dumpin'
Burners on his back, I guess his CD's buzzin'
Everybody getting staples, this MAC got a easy bu*ton
So many straps, it look like Ms. Fit and C3 f**in'
What's up with you, Beloved?
What are you gon' tell the crowd, Beloved?
How I wasn't outside battle rapping with Tru Mills and ICE?
Okay, cool, I can't lie, ‘cause of my father life
My moms kept me inside
I played video games and ate some damn pie
But when I did come out, I was that n***a
And I watched Rex k** you on 8th, I seen this man fry
So if you battled on the roof and the loser had to jump
Either you're a** better or you can't die
I just want to know what it is
Oh, you're talking to me while the crowd's going crazy, see
That's your problem, you don't know how to work the heckler
Stomach shot, paramedics surprised
They forgot how to work the stretcher
They're like, “Where are we gon' take him?”
He said “Harlem Hospital giving beds out
That will work, whatever.” but the hole so big
Harlem Hospital and Presbyterian got to work together
I know y'all was scared to bet on Charlie
‘Cause y'all ain't know what kind of Clips y'all would get today
Funeral thoughts, I got a box on my mind
You think I'm kiddin', play
My brother want to shoot the sh** out you
But I don't really need for his SIG to spray
You know how many n***as I will smith by myself?
This Independence Day
I need to talk to you, Beloved, tell the world how you started my career, I mean go ahead and floss, n***a
But it don't matter right now
‘Cause Smack is both of our boss, n***a
So you can go ahead with all that bullsh**
I'd advise you to go and floss, n***a
And we ain't seen your son since the video on BET
Let me find out that you're becoming a lost n***a
[Round 2: Loaded Lux]
And now for my second trick
You're the first battle rapper with a 360 deal, n***a
I'm not guessing this, we got references
Ever since you let this hairy n***a play J.G. Wentworth
I watched when your whole worth went
Into a small structured settlement
Eight battles for 50,000 dollars
My n***a? What are you, Mexican?
No disrespect if you like hard work or some extra sh**
But if you're gonna rap, then rap, n***a
Don't be in blogs acting like the moves you're making is so executive, I'm not impressed with it
You sign major a** deals, but Goodz still got to help you and drive you to all of your press events
And all he got to show for is a bottle with that brown drink
Half a gallon Goodz ain't even got a half a gallon in the tank
You know I'm the only battle rapper out here breaking the bank, n***a, he don't like hearing that
Nothing you kick wavy, n***a
I don't even know why you're wearing that
These type of n***as, they're for y'all that like that show on stars, nah, I'm into authentic power
Well, in the hour, you ain't gotta act like 50 Cent ain't enough
So disrespect, you'll allow it
How you talking principle sh**? Well, I never attended Howard
But as a student of the game
I know you just can't claim to be a man
And not put on them trousers
I watched you gun talk a n***a
For three minutes straight, my n***a, bullet showers
We just want to know, well
Where was the TEC when Big Cheese kept your 750 dollars?
You're starting to look like a pretty flower, n***a
This video game a** n***a
Who are you up here putting on for? You're a cornball
Wait, we knew this n***a way before y'all
Yeah, you moved to 8th, n***a, but you was in the house
I never seen somebody put two in a n***a's scalp
Just shooting off at the mouth
Aye, you're right, I know what you're confused about
‘Cause you did work at Presbyterian Hospital as a janitor
That figures, I'm used to realigning you Smack n***as
Beasley, I'm gonna get this money
Don't me I got to be glad rapping with trash n***as
The only thing you've ever been strapped for was cash, n***a
A Harlem n***a with no bread, a Harlem n***a with no bread
Big Bird, you're a featherweight, don't hesitate
We're all on the conference call
Smack's tryin' to delegate, the match all extra safe
For this pepper stake on a breakfast plate
Ass n***a trapped looking for his best escape
I said, bet another K that your man don't show up on time, Smack, but why's that? I said ‘cause dead n***as always late
This n***a scared, the 40 year old virgin
Ain't had as much pressure on a date
This what happens when you're rapping
Chasing checks at the gate, betting against a great
Then guessing at the debates, chess is what I play
And if Couture know the game, she knows it's over once a n***a get checked in front of his mate
Wait, you thought you was quite a winner
But she was on BET, not you, n***a
I see who wear the pants in your cypher, sister
Charlie, you're the b**h in the D
He the type of n***a act like he don't type remember
But shoutout to my boss b**hes wifing n***as
Make sure you hit him with the prenup
I came to fight, fat boy, sleeves up
I roll up on this n***a like a pants cuff
Break his whole dance up, pop lock
I want a whole tour, Couture, handsome
How long you're gonna co*kblock?
It's time, Smack, why your fake shooter always worried about the shot clock? This stopwatch a** n***a
You probably rather a laptop over them backshots
Your flabby bag ain't built to last
You get in, pull the trigger fast
That's black a**, not Black Ops, you're confused, n***a
You Charlie Clip, I'm Fully Loaded
You ain't even a trailer in my movies, snapshot
Ain't no future in fronting, backdrop
You're in here with the main attraction, mascot
Your looking a** wasn't even good cash up in Ash twat
You spent all that time at the slots
n***a, and can never hit the jackpot
Charlie Clips getting them chips again
Last bet, what happened? Couture said he lost the rent again
When the gambling man shook up
That's usually when he should pa** the dice
You sat for like two years without a match to fight
Was you in you in? I could care less if Cam gave you cash for flights, unless you have the lights
n***a, you could've been Channing Tatum in flashy tights
Your career wouldn't take off if you was Magic Mike
Oh, this is an embarra**ing night
Look at your savior, up here getting your a** beat, n***a
Don't you ever throw rocks at the sun, you can't reach it, n***a
[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish
Knick knack, patty whack, give a dog a bone
Two thousand, double zero, party oops, out of time
My bacon is smelling fine
Every time you talk, that's what we hear
We got a m**m that eat pork, Allah, the end is near
Watch how I break this n***a down for half a round
And won't even let the TEC spark
If y'all saw my battle against Jones
Well, sh**, y'all noticed the round where I stretch marks
Do you know I actually tie my shoe in a perfect knot
So the world wouldn't see my sneaker slidin'?
And I took a trip to Africa
Dug deep in the Earth's surface but couldn't reap a diamond
But oh, he wasn't being honest
And Beasley, Smack is not that good at keeping timing
I know you want him to keep the rhyming to be the giant
But this the part tonight where David will have to beat Goliath
Aye, listen, Beloved, I'm going back to my Lion Den days
The days that made me a beast
Where you watched me break the Roc apart
Felt like a Dame, Chris, maybe a Neef
Oh, they was calling you Jay Z unique
But you went from Jay Z to Bleek in maybe a week
Ironic how two back-to-back losses
Turned you from a Drake to a Meek
I saw you on Total Slaughter, it was a total slaughter
Oh, that wasn't the way to compete
Mook smoked through a foot
But you were the one tasting defeat
The way you got your a** whooped
You should've sued Eminem, Shady at least
Oh, you got a lot of money, that's the beauty
But that's not what make you a beast
See, you turned into a money who*e, Beloved
I could see you on the phone with Beasley now
Like, “Oh, I'ma do this for the public
Oh, Beasley, put me in the ring with the boy Clips
Oh, they're gon' love it
Oh, but I need to know what's in the budget
30,000? Ah, that's just a nugget
You know your boy Loaded need to eat
I'ma need more chickens just like a bucket
Oh, I'm doing this sh** for the love
I ain't doing this for the vulture
I'm doing this for me, this thing is for the culture.”
Mmm, oh my god, stop f**ing lying
“Oh no, I'm serious, like, I do this for my n***as up north
Full of that Jack Mack that's doing a bid
For the little ones in Africa
With the flies wrapped around their wrists
I'm doing this for all you people that can't get in the crib
I'm doing this all for the kids and that's the way that it is.”
Mmm, oh my god, stop f**ing lying
You battle rap for the money, Beloved
But just keep it a hundred, that's why this n***a slippin'
You think we're in the same field financially?
Okay, y'all, this n***a trippin'
n***a, listen, I know we're black brothers
Both successful, but I'm on a bigger mission
Roy Rogers and Popeyes
Our skin may look the same, but the chicken different
Do y'all remember when I turned to Shang Tsung at NOME 5
And the crowd went crazy
And it even left Hollow a little rattled?
We'll I'm back with the same powers, but now I got one when I can turn into n***as that I ain't even battle
Another 5'9” n***a with a d**h wish
Baking his egg with this toast from the side
Who want breakfast?
I slide up on him, three guns, f** a dead kick
Everything used on sight; that's Craigslist
My b**h will chase him down with them pumps
I guess she desperate
Y'all came to see Clips get Loaded; I guess that's Netflix
I still pull that piece like Jenga, let that TEC spit
And put his block back in their place, oh now that's Tetris
You know what's up with me, Beloved?
If you think this battle's anything close and you're watching this, you must be out your motherf**in' mind
I'm a psycho, I ain't even got it all in my motherf**in' mind
I'll run up in your mother's crib with a knife
Like, "f** a motherf**ing 9!", put this sh** to her wrist
And cut through your mother f**ing time
I dare these n***as to try to celebrate after this
That's when we crash the party
He gon' be crying, “Oh, Beloved need another shot
I want a rematch with Charlie”
Well, I'll tell you what, if you survive the pump
And it don't detach your body
I go in the arsenal again and make you rematch the shotty
[Round 3: Loaded Lux]
We're coming down to the wire
How you help to solve over 30 homicides
And ain't take not one n***a down with a wire?
I see where you get your talk game from
Apparently, everybody and your mother know
Your pops went out like a s**er, n***a
At least we agree, we aren't deceived
Fans, y'all know I'll probably pick at this issue
That wasn't hard to achieve
But bet I do it better than every artist you've seen
As smart as he seem, to think to cut off that part of the ring
We just gon' share that half a square
While we wait here and park up the scene
‘Cause this the spot, n***a
Where Rex popped off and ain't accomplish a thing
I'm taking shots, but I'ma stop at every bar in between
What Hey Arnold got to Schwarzenegger strong on a machine
Pull up short when I come out to rock, like Arthur the King
You about to pop, I hope you read every comment they leave
For every man your mother picked to be a father to breed
We know about Nut, your little brother Jiggy Josh is his seed
Let's give it up, see, this is what the audience need
‘Cause y'all be stuck, y'all don't know what Charles to believe
But I know Chuck, the one who wear his heart on his sleeves
That sh** was rough, I'm watching you and Hollow
How low you're depicting Harlem on screen
You dissing friends, then whispering
Like y'all was a team and that was a part of the scheme
I watched you air out a n***a dirty laundry
To make sure it get cleaned
That's the same thing your pops
When he got indicted tried, talking like he fighting crime
Agreement got ripped up when he tried to tell 'em "Sike, I lied"
But that's why he got life inside, pardon my steam
But Dad making us look bad, I can't honor that, King
I don't know about grandpops
But I know it starts with the genes, and DNA got me wishing we could lift your Lennox apartment to Queens
But wait, that's still New York, but all that just means
Is that the apple don't fall too far from the tree
You and your punk a** daddy a couple of chatty patties
Acting catty, “meow”
Math was swinging, you was standing there playing catty
I thought you was a k**er, Charles; Lee Ray
I thought Chucky wasn't no joke, he just think he Deray
You might be a DJ way you turn on n***as in the jam you with
You switched on Cor and Chambers
After you let their man get whipped, damn it, Clips!
I know comedians don't do candid scripts
And you're a funny a** acting n***a too
But that one don't stand up sh**
That ain't hard to miss, that's just Charlie Clips: the two-faced a** n***a who got the dimples with the Harvey Dent
He get it from his mom and them
‘Cause, you know, Pops didn't raise him, you know
She was the gangster on the front line, foot first
This could hurt, it look worse
Let's go back in store, she remember Woolworth
Jesus was a carpenter, and right now
This is where he get to coming out the woodworks
n***a, you're ‘bout to get this good work
This ain't even a side bar, his mother was a side chick
Tell Lisa Ree we could read the lease was up on the fine print
But she needed someone to provide rent
But why every guy she went to moved around blow?
I'll tell you, ‘cause at the time she was chasing that paper
It wasn't to put food in any mouths, so
You might be thinking out loud “ho”
Now, I know his mother, she proud folk
But money was rolling through that number holding
She was in about to lose count, so
After your daddy, she got with your little brother daddy
And they got wild close
And P Nut was up ‘til the people picked him up
And, you know, things change when trial close
And the smiles go, I don't know, coke or they found dope
But he wasn't on track, started running his lips
Putting names in laps, then smacked right into a milestone
The whole town know, even if the crowd don't
That n***a P Nut told on Alpo
But look how it come around though
It's no wonder why in your raps
You're always mentioning the trap, n***a
‘Cause your mother was into the corner chasing cheese
And ended up with some rats, n***a
That's a Snapple top fact
"The nerve of a n***a, get a bunch of lies from n***as
And try to make it work
I got 16 racks, and I'll give you half of that if you can provide me with paperwork" – that's what you said, right?
I figured that was a ploy to find out where the paperwork is
Which would've been smart, ‘cause you know
You don't want that to maybe resurface
What happens when rehearsing being dangerous
Ain't working could lead to hearsing?
See, what happens when n***as rapping
Get caught faking in their verses? They say you was nervous
I heard when they contacted you to pay it
He was playing like he ain't had a paper to purchase
So let me find out, my n***a, you ain't had paper to purchase?
Don't mind that, what happened?
It either is or it ain't that, n***a, say that
So you don't mind that I brought the homie Faybach?
I figured you could come
And give him his eight stacks in person, n***a
Don't act like you ain't got the money neither, n***a
I know what we made off our purchase
Get that sh** out here, let n***as see what's happening!
{INTERLUDE}
This is street justice and I can prove it
I want to send a special shout out to Farris
My man BD, the big homie Lou Simms
And the rest of those that was on that same case
That never told, true friends
I'm on the phone with Farris, we rapping
He like, man, if I would only knew then
But here's his new den number, 2 8 7 0 0 dash 0 5 4
That's Leon in a Tucson federal prison
If you're listening, tell them what you're viewin'
How his son said “I ain't seen my pops in over 20 years.”
But that's ‘cause the last East Coast prison he was in
He got his face blew in
What you're doin', n***a, using his life for street credibility?
Did they open faces and I don't want to open cases?
n***a, that ain't you, and you do this only when it benefits him
The other times when he rhyme about that sh**
He's playing solely the victim
I know you convinced 'em, but I came to expose your wisdom
I got a cousin doing 25 years to life for murder
A daddy who sell dope for a living
But that's those their commitments
What that got to do with me?
I sold my weed, I fought all of my own fights
Up moved some coke I pitched in, that's just it
Conscious brother, street n***a
I've been in both positions to know the difference
Enough of holmes who's listenin'
To my storyline, I don't glorify, I report it wise, told the endin'
[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
They want me to talk about my pops' case again?
How you told Calicoe when you battled him
That he ain't have half the batter?
Last time I told Rex my moms was the gangster in my family
So the sh** about my pops don't really matter
See, the problem is he f**s up y'all mind
Yo, on some G sh**, I've never been a b**h n***a
All my raps, I'ma get through
Y'all want to call my pops a rat? Your pops is a snitch, too!
You b**h a** n***a, and you know what, I ain't lying sh**
I even keep it a hundred
Your father snitched when he told the psychiatrist
Oh, you didn't know that was going on
But you got a n***a in your section that's flowing strong
Tell that n***a shut the f** up when I'm rapping
If he don't know what's going on
What happened? My father is the snitch?
Why I'm not the one that's looking mad?
These n***as double team me for what
Just to come up here and talk about my dad?
You p**y, these n***as rob Mook for his coat
Not you, that's what make me mad
Look at this n***a acting like a f*g
If it ain't true, tell them why he mad I'm talking about his dad?
You know what's funny about this though?
I'ma tell you the rest, his father was a snitch too
At the end of the day, I've never been jumped
I've never been punched in my face or robbed
He talking about my father
Now y'all want to say "boo" and scream "f** Clips"?
Oh, I see what's going on, a bunch of y'all is loaded on Lux dick
But we gon' get to the rest of this sh**
My moms and my grandmother was the gangsters of my family, so I just want y'all to imagine that
That was a great round you did, but exposing something about my pops is not battle rap, but this is…
A certain battle rapper called my phone and said “We should double team Lux.” and I laughed like “n***a, say word.”
Now, y'all know I'm predictable, right?
So guess which battle rapper it was? The n***a Aye Verb
The n***a Verb called my phone
And said “What's up, Charlie? I heard you're going against Lux
So I'ma need you to be lyrical
Borrow my Showtime, bring three rounds if you can
I don't want you on stage looking pitiful
Read the Bible a hundred times
‘Cause that boy known to get biblical.”
And I'm looking at the phone the whole time
Like, “n***a, what, you forgot what I did to you?”
This is true story, every time I take a battle serious
My opponent dies, come back to life and then they try again
It's like I'm Ghost Rider, Smack the Devil
He raised their soul, I make ‘em fry again
You Lux in the spiritual
And you Rex in the spiritual, it's time to die again
Kylie Jenner, close your eyes
‘Cause I'ma expose this gay tiger in this lion's den
That's the name of your league, right, n***a?
Your baby moms fronted you the money
You was broke, ain't have a set price
You was on a low carb diet
No wonder you ain't have your bread right
Ironic you're on URL bragging
But your league couldn't afford a website
You wasn't even gonna drop my footage
I would've never came out if it wasn't for Head ICE
But I can't salute ICE just yet
That's my homie, but that n***a there is deceivin'
They both on 8th, I mean they're liars
That's why nobody believe ‘em
What are you coming at ICE for?
‘Cause he dissed me in the interview for no reason
So why show Wolf love if love left the Wolves for Cleveland?
Charlie Clips being p**y? C'mon y'all, imagine that
You broke down my father past
But what the f** does that got to do with battle rap?
You know what, let me get back to this
‘Cause truth be told, I still f** with ICE
He set Lux up for me like
“k** him, Beloved, you're too f**ing nice.”
You wore that Money Mitch outfit against Mook
At first, I was confused, it had me f**ing tight
But now I remembered in Paid In Full
Money Mitch was set up by Uncle ICE
You see how God put this together, Beloved, ‘cause ever since Lion's Den, you done prepared like you ain't hear the kid
Your side b**h pregnant, your wifey home
Translation: that means you fear the kid
You watched me try angles on Roc; that's a pyramid
You slept on me and woke up in a funeral; we're in Phara crib
Hollow broke this n***a's style down
I can't lie, that n***a Mook amaze me
They both broke down how you say a bunch of nothing
But y'all be going super crazy
It's like the building look good on the outside
But the inside is nasty because the super lazy
Russell Wilson; let's just say I see errors in your future, baby
And I'ma break one down for y'all
‘Cause the n***a AZ got a song featuring Nas
And the song is called “Everything Is Everything”
And what do y'all know to my surprise
The n***a Nas said a line, he said, “d**h before dishonor, that's something that we should practice
And don't play with love ‘cause love is evil spelled backwards”
Wait a goddamn minute, Beloved
You turn love into live and incorporated that in your schemes
So they can scream, you went to sleep listening to Nas
Woke up and stole his dream?
You got a picture with AZ on your Instagram
Be a fan, not a fiend, look at me, King
Stop stealing all your best lyrics from out of Queens
This is exactly what I mean, “Is it evil to live backwards”
I don't know, but that sh** was flame, my n***a
But love, live, life back—that sh** is all the same, my n***a
You want to go backwards? I got y'all, no lie, Hitman
I remember them cold nights that I was blessed
Thinking about putting these two Deserts in his mouth
‘Cause I was stressed
I said, I want to show him where this Beretta is
Peep how I dog God and his relatives
Putting them in Hell, in the same place that the Devil lived
For anybody in the crowd that go to church
I apologize for saying the word “devil”, but no matter how you flip the sh**, this n***a is not on my level
Ain't nothing backwards about Charlie
Especially the way that I grip up
He's my student and I got to help my pupils when they slip up
I got the mind of a Martin Luther
Look at me, King, you should be proud of me
And I shall overcome on your girl lips while she's mouthing me
I had a dream that all these people
In the front row was coming out for me, and how ironic, they're watching me lose my mind from the balcony