JC (Battle Rapper) - Charlie Clips vs JC lyrics

[Round 1: JC] Grown man bars is something you gotta deal with it Nah that's not my sh**… Nestle Crunch bars is something you had your meal with So no matter how many of them fabricated lines you Give DNA you still gotta chaperone them field trips A lot of n***a say this is past due, I gladly debate I was already pa**ing this hater now a few battles in Now I'm also here for an actual favor So Charlie, Charlie, Charlie… I am that n***a and you know it, Charlie So don't give me that same hopeless Charlie That fake a freestyle when I'm choking Charlie, I need better Cause wait, you put on Which means I can feed better cause of the weight you put on So it's showtime, let's rock Charlie, I solidified my spot Charlie And I'm ready to pop, there's choppers everywhere It look like a Harley Davidson block party I'm kicking doors down, even clapping the neighbors If he don't pay today, layaway We gon' drop one and come back for him later Now DNA, you had my name in your mouth twice And I did not respond to you cause I felt like….. Your painful faced a** done had enough stress Besides y'all only accomplish in being the accomplice That mean y'all a**ociation suspect My bars been on Neptune, I been called a nerd Obviously I don't get the sh**, but since I'm grinding I'ma be more known for what I did with Clips See now that's a for real scheme, and a Pharrell scheme This sh** mean, inf beam WIll put a whole clip on the Clips and give him a split screen You know exactly what I don't like About your guess which room I'm in scheme? You started with the kitchen We all know that's the hardest place to part you from, admit it But I'm past it though I mean you not really built to handle the problem you asking for Trust me it's rough like that Something as simple as a hand raise And they'll have to find ya whole band aid, I'm cut like that Chicago, I'm back in this b**h once again I feel like I'm developing with you Besides Gracie always trying to throw me a fat b**h p**y She just ain't ever tell me it was you Battle rap can't do sh** with me, I think they missing that When I say nobody alive that's stopping me That's like private property; you should take offence to that Cause I'm so official, I don't give a f** if your soldiers with you I'm cut with that metal like Yoshimitsu If I send shooters, no one miss you, if you get hit, no one miss you They came whole blocks Charlie, you still here? They wasn't suppose to get you Now if I sent a hit, soldiers, militant, unloading missiles Fold them hoes that's with you Lift an arm that'll get him sent to god And let his soul a**ist him thru the solar system What's happening Charlie? You was known for that action what happened Charlie? All that chapping will have me and my cats Silence them straps and Chaplin Charlie See I'm a war vulture You should've agreed to this when you was more sober Cause now this won't end until I spray up that crib, that's a fore-closure Something about this got you thinking this a game my n***a Every line you got for me is watered down line You had for somebody else, the sh**'s the same my n***a Difference is I'm well rounded Well around, round for round the nicest And you just well rounded, but that's not my point, my point is it's pointless to bring that game to an unpredictable court This is the sport where I kick in the fort Burn everything and get rid of the corpse So let's play, with that scope ain't sh** below that thick a** neck say If I could even knock food off chest plates, I'm amazing Charlie I'm amazing Charlie, amazed at the amazement of them Seeing you struggle with this maze you in, Charlie Face that sh**, I'm that n***a Now do something to forget about this a** whooping You got a girl, go smash Ash n***a Funny thing is I had that same line for K-Shine When I was gon battle that n***a Any beef, my n***as just roll up, stretching n***as It's like publishing clearing house We just showed up checking n***as Face it fat man Everybody wanna be me but can't accept my weight I'm lying? You had 2 battles in 5 years Now you got 3 in 3 weeks, I rest my case But to be honest, I really think you gon' survive n***a Sike... (I lied n***a!) Charlie Clips been thru all that without f**ing up Imagine that sh** But I'ma dude who real, I'm too for real and you a blooper reel Cause they just laughing at Clips But that "sike I lied" sh**, awful habit Smack ain't book you cause you lost to Magic, it was awful, tragic I saw it happen, but you looked worse for more b**hin' They wanted to shut you up So they sent you from a magician to a mortician I'm so ready, I got the team with, here I got the screen switched I told 'em air Uzi's like BET air movies, that mean clean Clips Stop b**hing, I'll have your whole block missing Call your troops, the plot thickens I SWAT raid, blocks cave when I'm stock pitching Stop pitching and I'm hitting everything, not missing And we not lock picking, if it's locked, kick it! Dry Clips like we editing, fry his skin And make 'em all watch cause I tied his kin I got Clips rocked first like Lionz Den Everybody you with, Clips, a b**h, Clips, watch…….. b**h Real sh**, DNA is really ugly bro, you think hoes watch him? Cause it's about to get real Clips, like Most Shocking I'm better than you with every ability That's why losing to me is an inevitability I don't try to spit, but I'm a businessman That's why last week I retired Rich and I'll probably retire rich You said, “f** Smack” you f**ing with coke right? But he choke so much he probably don't even remember the sh** Well that's cool just don't expect any credit When these n***as see the end of Clips You just lost a fat a** battle [Round 1: Charlie Clips] Club Adrionis, this look like the same club I think Smack spent 6 G's at… Oh yeah, I remember being in this b**h Cause this the same spot I k**ed Big T at Okay, okay it was a debatable cla**ic They locked two big gorillas right It's like they put us like in one little cage And Big Kannon tried to battle me after that but I told him “No! I will not battle no more fat n***as on this little a** stage” Now you said my “Guess which room I'm in” scheme was kinda weak, and I started off in the kitchen But I was losing weight at the time, so that was the last room But see lyrically that's why I know you ain't sh** Cause if you studied my scheme You would've knew that I started off in the bathroom They got me back in Chicago for some Bull-sh** I thought they was gonna give me a gangsta n***a That be gripping the hammer Instead they gave me a n***a that's NICE Nah I'm serious, like dude got ridiculous manners Mz Gracie called my phone like, “who you wanna battle babe?” I'm like, “slow down, I'm bout to give you the answer” Then her phone started breaking up, now I know what happened The b**h must've thought I said give me a dancer You did a dance video for Chris Stokes, clearly, no debating You a lame dog, but the f**ed up part is y'all still believe in his gun bars, and that's a shame dog I hate that f**ing video! No I'm lying, you did yo' thang dog Between me and you my favorite part Was when you did the robot to take yo chain off If you wanna be a dancer then be a dancer Battle rapping won't stop your sk**s But you can't k** a n***a then pop lock That just says I don't pop the steel If you try to do the robot around me, I'ma let this 4 pop ya grill You'll be moving slow the rest of your life I'll turn you into a robot for real! Ain't no “haha” or “kiki” little n***a that was a true bar See lyrically y'all think I'm ill, but the way he rap, you think you are You stole Ill style, Ill delivery, you even say your words just like him You probably wanna wear skinny jeans and go to sleep And then wake up to Verb, just like him You probably be like, “mmm mmm mmm” And wear female Uggs just like him If you think you better than me Well now you on d**, just like him n***a y'all not thugs, you just light skin You stealing Smack's change, Yung Ill became a cokehead What else they got in common? Y'all both from the Midwest Both took a L to O-Red But since we talking about Jersey, my Shotgun will throw lead Impact will be Serius cause my Arsonal got no dreads These bullets will Surf in your calf, knock off your whole leg My sh** hit n***as and b**hes, my pump co-ed If ya girl don't wanna die here tell her weave I grab the whole head; put a scalp on the barrell And let it rain their with no sled You stole Smack change my n***a, you have no bread That's why your girl wake up to my sausage Every morning, with no eggs Cause you'll battle for a plane ticket Parasuco's with the lines going down both legs A Paco linen vest and probably a new pair of pro kegs But we off that My shooter is so cold with that iron You would think my hitman is anemic He don't save bullets he throw everything up It's like my hitman is bulimic He'll catch you with your girl, that's 3 shots, my Hitman is a genius Two for you, but the 3rd round is for your boo My hitman is conceited Y'all get it, 3rd round, boo, Hitman, Conceited… I'm so mean with it, for those who ain't catch it, that 3rd round sh** I'll bring it back and do a different scheme with it If yo' ex is a Factor in yo' life she could be mean with it I catch that b**h walking Miles in Detroit I grab my gun, attach the beam with it 3 shots, hit a spleen with it Tell Marv one to clean the scene with it Cops come all they find is 3 rounds and that b**h choking I'm so clean with it I know you not from the D, but it's all Michigan to me So why not break it down? Why give the X-Factor the whole clip When I showed y'all he couldn't take a round? I'll tie his brother Midwest up and tell him “Shhh! Don't make a sound” With a sharp a** knife I give 'em an inch and God will be taking Miles Y'all know that old saying, “give an inch, take a mile” Well that's drastic, they like how you come up with this sh**? A.I. couldn't even give you the answer cause that's practice You from the Yak? Well I'll grab this big a** K And it'll spin a Yak backwards… who else is from the YAK tho? You and Ill Will? Y'all got some hard fans Y'all know y'all love Ill Will, but if we battled who'd die? Ill will like it's God's plan, so tell Ill Will He better have a ill will before I send him in God's hand Cause Ill will get to speak to Ill WIll when I send him next to Nas' man My Beloved Joed Budden said that you would win this battle And I was thinking, “damn, that's how my n***a Mouse feel?” Well he was kidding, he set you up for the trap So you could understand how a mouse feel You not lyrical, you spit a bar forward then bring a bar backwards That ain't about sk**, you say stupid sh** like “Charlie you build your house, I sit back and watch my house build” And we'll all go “wooh! That sh** was flames my n***a” But “house build, build house” that sh** is the same my n***a If you wanna become top tier That bullsh** you do gon have to change my n***a Or you ain't gon see cash money til you 35 like The Game my n***a Or how about when you told Ill “n***a you force yo' punch, I punch with force” Now my dumba** at the time was like “Wooh! That sh** was flames my n***a” Then my mans tapped me like, "yo, force yo punch, punch with- That sh** is the same my n***a" See that's why you lost to O-Red Yeah you did your thang my n***a You was a menace til O dogg'd you without 'cain my n***a And you not undefeated, yeah I'm just waiting on King Of The Dot to drop the f**ing footage Not of me k**ing Dirtbag Dan But of you taking a clear L to 100 Bulletz And you lost to Young Kannon Had a gun in front of you but didn't pull it So how y'all calling him a k**er When he couldn't handle a Cannon, Clips, and Bulletz? But these Stan's probably think all 3 of us again And burn you until you see ashes Cause a cannon plus a clip that hold 100 bulletz equal 3 caskets I don't know about Darell Jones But everything in my arsenal do rematches But if you wanna fight, if you wanna catch the fade Serious my hands will line him up Brazilian style; grab this p**y, give him a designer cut Drop the blade, I look for the sh** and if I go find the pump My sh** go… n***a you lucky my time is up