King of the Dot - Charlie Clips vs Daylyt lyrics

[Round 1: Charlie Clips] Now, I told n***as I would fry Day before the week is out Never knew that little bar was really meaning a lot How ironic, I gotta k** a n***a from out of Queen of the Ring To become that n***a at King of the Dot I see you became best friends with Chilla Well, you better dial Jones Because you're about to get three from the stock I thought it was California love, but I feel it's all eyes on me So which one of you n***as want to have a meeting with Pac? Mmkay, mmkay... I'm a vampire, I don't like daylight, I'd rather shoot dawg Shotgun blowing in a Crip n***a mouth, but it ain't Snoop Dogg I run with some outlaws that'll roof dawg They crazy, let they ratchet buck An LBC crew that'll stomp him, now that's corrupt Should I use a 9, automatic or maybe the blade? Whatever I use'll push this b**h wig back That's the Lady of Rage I'll run up on him while he on stage, call your DJ b**h Turn tables over, he try to run, I hope your DJ quick ‘Cause MC Hammer right to your left eye I give him four rounds I ain't even bring my own gun to Cali, I got my dog pound Give him all rounds, the shot'll lift his skin He'll be white by the time the doctor find him Shout out to Eminem, mmkay mmkay… Now, you did a mmkay/Mortal Kombat scheme against Chilla Now you got a bear in your sight You going to see d**h in a row, ‘cause the whole time I did "MK", it stood for Marion Knight – that's Suge I'm in your hood, I start airing the pipe I hit these crip n***as Make everyone in blue jet without preparing a flight n***a, I'm nice. I flew all the way to Cali Just to make sure you pa** away A bulimic model at breakfast time; you eating half the tre I'll catch him while he picking his son up from school You know what I'll do? I'll blast away Split him in half, his son stayed in school But still saw a half a day Listen, I ain't your average battler, Davone I'm a different terror Got a fifty 9 and a 50, I'll blow your fitted into a different era Got a long ratchet; that's Shooney, I get that b**h to air ya If she miss you'll still get a funeral From the small ratchet; that's her sister Farrah Off the top, I'm too nice, like if you ain't got those stitches Imagine this b**h trying weaving a jab Shout out to TDE, because today every shot gon' hit him He's going to have to leave in a cab I'll throw a bullet like the n***a from the movie Wanted So when I'm squeezin' the mag The sh**'ll go through you, go through you, make Ab-Soul duck, hit you and make your soul leave through your abs [Round 1: Daylyt] What they gone be saying is "Clips lost today" f** I gotta slow that down already? What they gone be saying is "Clips lost to Day" And that goes to all the mothaf**as at Unbias Who never thought it'd happen My attitude is welcome to the ghetto b**h with a attitude Let's start the snappin' The crowd will holla Day early, due to my gift Which is presence, let's start the rappin' A loss, one Day notice, let me pull a move out A new box for you, like I started packin' See what a man do? They know Day flow the new Bayo, I started blackin' I slowly poke my chest out with these lines I'm the pacemaker; I'm hard attackin' You been on a winning streak But I'm the win-breaker; Starter jacket I take money for a ride, I applied for the job of cab man Wrong, I would log in on homes; that's called a cabin No, I'ma just go a little apes And the flow fly; who called Aladdin? Cut the Jazz, man, I need a boo who Be on call with TECs; mobile phone A couple rounds will make your house roll out; mobile home Your bro is on? We put one through his tee, too; total chrome Get DNA X'd; chromosome The cost is another kid from N.Y. who lost; leave Home Alone I got one 2-2, I'm so in zone It could get ugly, b**h, the game is stale I go retarded on stage, my name Lil Darryl The Smack list is the blackfish, who y'all savin'? Well n***a we bust chrome The heat done put more n***as to sleep than a Jigglypuff song What the f**'s wrong? I bust chrome I do him in a greezy way Two 4's leave six ate, who do we appreciate? He think escape? I got a Asian b**h that “make sure you hurry up and die” Follow you wherever you go; “Hurry up and buy!” My crew gotta watch ya, tool co*k and pop ya You want more? We lift up two rocket launchers Leave your man slumped, NBA Jam pump All you gon' hear is “Boomshakalaka!” I go double noodles like two pots of pastas These 2Pac impostors ain't 'bout that thug life, yeah Why would he beef in this toy story? When I'm the one who got the buzz, this is Lyte's year, type queers Nina won't leave that a** alone; she like to flirt Arms swing, teach you how to Dougie; you like to Jerk One shot will air out his neck; you like to burp You look wrong, I give your eye 90; you like the Chirp That was a hard line, pro; I like the perk These n***as will be getting k**ed; they life a skirt One punch push his mouth to the side; he like to smirk Little n***a get his whole body blew; you like the Smurfs I spot a fake n***a from a mile away; you dyke berserk One call, put his face in a box; use Skype to murk You thought one bu*ton Was gone save your a** from dying? Who Life Alert? Big n***a answers your door, *ding dong* “Who is it?” – true life of Lurch Here, take a couple of them messy-cans; who like the work? Long strap give you a bag; you like the purse Get his a** popped on cam; you like to twerk Get planted with a big round; you like the Earth I told these n***as I'm so gritty I had to k** him for my whole city Another N.Y. legend who died in Cali – it's no biggie And I don't give a f** about you, we are not friends, my n***a 2Pac was originally from the East Coast So that mean we k**ed two N.Y. n***as [Round 2: Charlie Clips] I watched one of your battles the other day And I was thinking to myself like, “Where the game went?” It's about 3,694 battle rappers today And they all spitting the same sh** What happened to you Day? I see you doing a bunch of lame sh** You used to have them f**ing bars. Now every time I turn around you trying to win a battle strictly off name flips Like, what it is, Day? If I reach to give you a five I ain't your friend, Day 11:59, but that's P.M. I'm 'bout to end Day Got a Ocho and a Nueve, blakka – no comprende? No matter what time of the week it is, I don't lose, I wins, Day I called Ill Will's Jamaican connect Like “Yo, you know my son Day?” He said “Ra** Clot from L.A.? Yea, I know the mon Day” He said send his head one way Shot hit him, push him that-a-way I had to fry Day the day after Friday, it won't be a sadder day But let's put that away, I ain't trying to k** you with name flips But I bet he does a bunch of cartoon bars Or some video game flips What happened to all the “You'll get Capped in America” stuff? That was flame sh** Now every time I turn around You always doing some lame sh** It's always Goku this or Gohan that when you spit it, bro Okay, you love draggin' balls, I get it, bro My side b**h called me like “Could you imagine boo if you hit it slow?” But I got a girl so I pay her a lot of green to keep my pickle low She bad, Summer Madness crowd wouldn't boo ma Her name's Chanel, she a diva I hit it once, I went ape, now she could tell, I'm a leader *Kahhh-mmee* n***a please, you'll get a shell from the heater For you to survive The dots will have to put your cell in a freezer Speaking of sell, we in L.A A lot of platinum albums were sold here You nice, but with all them super sayings The most you can do is go gold here I let that four flare, point the deuce Throw the beam in your mouth I do the fusion dance with Chilla, then scheme in your house I battle 10 times a year, my n***a And I'm never seen in a drought, watch your mouth You better weave or get this beam to your scalp Run your lips, I gun your sh**, throw this beam in your mouth Christina Milian; when I get mad You'll find his dreams on the couch I told y'all it'd be a total slaughter When the gun busting and sh** I'll let this arsenal spit in your face for 90 seconds But Joe Buddens ain't judging this sh** Talk about you'll give me the "Open hand, fist and the deuce," and y'all believe him I'll have the one pointing before he get to the deuce That's odds and even Boy, I'm nice. You win some, you lose some; you lost this one [Round 2: Daylyt] In the hood they charge 1K for one K. And to keep it a buck X 10, that's why everybody remaining a G They eyeless pilot fly, precision division is plain as can be Them n***as take flight on sight I said I am the old Jedi Yo, the crowd notice everything it'll slash I slice bricks, with a bright line to fight with Lyt saber anything in his path The staff feel like, "Oh, b won?" – this so you can know, b It take you outta that ring like you divorced And I trained a little, trolley form, Johnny Storm It'll be just another Human Torch When I put that flame on n***as One thing we got in common is we can rock, man But I rest k**ers. You say they missed a fantastic line? That's ‘cause it was a stretch, n***a I'm the best, n***a, they put you in a trap, meaning beating I got the sound to the South I'm nice, he knew, it's a igloo; I got a cold round for the house But chill, I will find happiness, my pursuit is going fine Crew is gonna shine, we shoot at his feet Dance, Clips! Do it for the Vine! I shine through that hard knock life, but it ain't no anti-skippin' And he Crippin', look at the can he grippin' The long whistle will put a end to your show; Andy Griffith Pump Yosemite, Amityville Horror Granny will feel sorrow, when the rides come I tell her, "Don't cry, sis, this is just a standard crisis" He gon' figure out who Christ is when I send you to God's son And that's on my Godson Soon as I got the infrared like I got son. My mode turned off, ‘cause at first I was in for Red, but I got son So my old mission was cancelled But I still lift that infrared, send you to God, son Mode: I am ahead by a big amount I'm in Fred the God Son mode My girl with the business too, she aims When she get in her k**ing zone, see brains With the chrome, she William Hung; she bangs [Round 3: Charlie Clips] How long it took to prepare for Day? A day Nah, it was more like a week and a half Worked on my rhymes on Monday Was finished by Friday, then the whole weekend I crashed Woke up another day, watched his battles Then the whole weekend I laughed ‘Cause I realized he don't deserve a bar You're not really a star, all of your antics are So why not speak to your mask? What I look like putting you on my f**ing face? I didn't fly out to Cali to look like no damn fool When I put you on my face it's to hurt something for real I'm not trying to battle rap and get no damn views When n***as put you on they face it mean murder I remember seeing your face every night on the damn news I even remember you on Bishop face When he robbed Old Man Quiles with his man Q But now you just jumping on any n***a face, mask And honestly, I can't take it How you go from Schoolboy Q and Young Buck album to a battle rapper that's getting naked? You belong on the faces of n***as That's doing all the k**ing, all the robbing and torture Instead you on the face of a n***a That's k**ing battle rap and robbing the culture You gotta stop this sh**, face mask When I murder n***as, I leave ‘em with no trace You want your n***as to look they k**a in the eye I rather you look your k**a in his whole face So you could remember the n***a from the East Coast That stripped you of your pride and your glory Real n***as don't need a face mask I don't plan for you to live to tell your side of the story To the Batmobile--n***a, shut the f** up! You and that silly slogan You and Roc both Dot Mob, but his buzz is really growin' See Roc the Dot that's on top of this dot I mean it's really showing ‘Cause he the Dot at the bottom That's always getting curved; that's a semi-colon You really thought you'd be ahead of Mook, my n***a? C'mon, Day, stop! Your name will forever be behind Mookie; you Blaylock That tre pop, his moms won't even Recognize him when his face drop In order for the cops to know if that's Lyt They had to call in Tay Roc n***a, that's bars, plus schemes, plus delivery n***a, that was a true finish They paid money to hear cla**ics They don't wanna see your new gimmick Your name is Daylyt, but your skin is midnight You need a new image Now you better thank Lush and God That these rounds was only two minutes [Round 3: Daylyt] I remember that time on URL that I never spent I got paid to do a battle that never happened And I kept every cent You smell me? Tell B I kept scorchin' to that Whoville Horton, a God to that URL event Who say they the world and all I keep hearing is These little voices telling me you can't copy respect, it's trust Same people who feel like they world is everything But all I see is a speck of dust Irrelevant n***as want a piece of me, I tell ‘em it's no slice They hunger, isn't never to slumber I do my numbers on a square; the element's so dice But I gives no f**s; I'm celibate And I'm bugging off the top; where I'm headed is fro lice The flow elegant, straight kitchen, when Day spittin' Consider it great stitchin'; I tell them I'm so nice But I'm bout to go in, bree, yo, another lil fella with no life You better abort, shun, ‘fore you see what the lead did Quill, I stillbirth the new style So the feat is guaranteed, you'll be dead, kid It was over before you came out, lil fella; miscarriage That's a toddler, tragedy, Dizaster said I'm a ba*tard ‘Cause I don't give a f** about son And I'm your father, apparently But what I inherited is a slug, man, and a gun to pound with What you gon inherit is Harriet Tubman You going underground, b**h And that's for railroads, I had to give him the clip What I gotta put that it in “Grindin” or something? I said that Pharell road, I had to give him the Clipse They said my antics k**ing this sh** Well, check my momentum, I need all viewers I took the West from inches to a foot every yard; we all rulers That last battle I had with Ice, chess; we are cooler Y'all bout to see b rest while I'm eating; we are Hooters I been searching for this little boy all night; we are cougars You sleep on me, you get k**ed in your dream; we are Kruger Fine, get smoked with the lines; we are hookahs Clips is a clear joke; these are bloopers I go fire on that last level; we are Koopa Everybody in that van draws; we are Luther Standing there with the gauge Soon as you arrive; we are Loopers That power range rip off sh**; V.R. Troopers First of all, don't hype his pride, to k** you I was searching for the right disguise, so f** this mask I want you to look your k**er in the eyes… SIKE! I LIED! I told you, n***a, this is Day's city I don't know what the f** y'all thought in they city Dog get aired with a round to the mouth; play frisbee He said I'm on my bipolar sh** I tell him I'm on my straight grizzly, this is a tragic spoof When I shoot dog, I'll mute dog, you won't have a roof