King of the Dot - Iron Solomon vs Charlie Clips lyrics

[Round 1: Iron Solomon] Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie I wanna know what it's like it have actually brought Rum Nitty's slogan to life I mean he let you decide and you chose suicide? You like South Park Kenny who we just don't want to let go No matter how many times you die you still show up the next show I mean you was on the verge and got big headed from success Now it's you or Jaz The Rapper, I don't know who gives a f** less The first time you half a**ed a battle we let that go But, but once you half a** twice you just an a**hole Well tonight, if we don't get some effort put in your pen Y'all league owners better never f**ing book him again The show's over f** your little half time act You got clips, Charlie, you really strapped like that? You try to take my lid off I'll have my man Ice snap Like he did for Cortez and throw the caps right back So we gon' get the full Clips or bullsh** or nine minutes? The truth is we don't trust you, you made that bed now lie in it I mean for real Charlie your slogan is "Sike I lied" isn't it? sh**, I can't even spell "Charlie" without the "lie" in it There's the Clips with the freestyles, the Clips with the three rounds The one we fast forward through and the Clips that gets rewound Well Clips could roll up rapping anyway he want I'll smoke all these Clips I'll face it once like a second generation blunt See, see, you, you took too many matches and that's what made you tender But before when we saw you we knew you was a great contender But haven't stepped on this stage from ever and really gave the effort Charlie, your career, how can we count on our ruler if he won't take the measures? Well now, you better pray to God cause I could be your savior dawg Or put a barrel on your throat like a Saint Bernard Either way you can't protect the throne it's time to change the guard Charlie, your career is in limbo, you need to raise the bar Or this will be your curtain call The lesson that you learning dawg Is hard work beats talent, when talent isn't working hard We've seen him serve 'em all, handle beef like a burger store You vegan now, it ain't the same ingredients we heard before (herbivore) And I'm shocked, cause you electrified the fans But in yo' current form You not as charged you lost your spark and now the whole circuit board/bored See, you was the people's champion, we rooted for you the seeds was planted But we stumped cause when we seen you branching out that's when he leaves us hanging? After Tay Roc, you got bolder (boulder) your ego keeps expanding And once you felt your rep had been cemented you took the streets for granted (granite) And they paved your road tripping Y'all pitched in the gas money Well moving forward no one's riding with him, he a crash dummy We doing this in Toronto I could've bodied him at home I came to G check this dick head like Bonnie did Charron See there's a bad one in every battle, you to rotten to rep The Apple Even "king of Harlem" is a status we'll never hand you Mook got the crown Uptown, he'll keep casting a heavy shadow As long as you and Loaded Lux keep getting wacker with every battle And just in case your fans think you bodying Iron It's only King Of The Dot, right? I'm not even trying [Round 1: Charlie Clips] This lil' voice in my head keep asking, "Why you play around with Rum Nitty like that...like that...like that." Damn, c'mon y'all we all know that Clip's great If I really wanted to k** Nitty I would've did it with a big shank It would've been a funeral, all of y'all would've been whining/wining over Rum that's a mixed drink They said it's a wrinkle in my career, well good think I got an Iron to get that sh** straight God talking to me like, "Don't k** Iron." I'm really trying Lord, but everybody gotta die from Iron Cat down to Iron Dog His big sister get the iron, little sister get the ironing cord He try to take flight? I'm a close his light before Ironing board/bored Yeah Iron, spit your little personals, won't none of them sh**s get to me Ain't you the one Math schooled? Well now it's time to make him history Oh, y'all think I ain't in Iron cla**, well I want y'all to peep the chemistry Every line cold blooded, watch how it break down Iron deficiency I got a plan to k** this man, oh trust me Ice the plan is vicious If he don't break fast while I'm waving the toast, I gotta jam the witness Oh you lucky I went vegan, cause back then it would've been a can of biscuit But now I got enough strength to start lifting Iron like Planet Fitness Hold up, y'all know what? I'm so muhf**ing mean with Let's bring that whole lifting Iron thing back and do a whole 'nother scheme with it He try to jog past me I sit up, like, "What's popping my old friend?" Then he try to dip off, I got a new phone but still with the old sim' What you about, 40? Well this sh** will help stretch out them old limbs Grab the shotgun and start pumping Iron like Gold's Gym Now I know that scheme might not work out, but that's the reason I gotta try again See my name ringing dumb bells while y'all was asking where Iron been If Iron push up on me the wrong way, I'ma crack Iron chin You in your crib? Well then I'll pull up at your door that's the Iron Gym Let me talk to you, yeah I'm vegan now, so what? I don't want beef or I lack the cheddar? Boy you know the drill, if I pull out them toasters I'ma clap the heckler, grab his b**h by her weave Organik, then I'ma ask her "Who rapping better? Take a deep breath, cause if she say "Iron" I'ma black and deck her Drill, toasters, iron, Black & Decker, that was all a scheme Ain't you from Brooklyn? Where Biggie, a black rapper said, "It was all a dream" Well where's your black friends at Iron? I bet a bunch of white people show up if I call your team So if y'all tell me Iron Man is black, y'all gotta be talking about the War Machine Look at you, you f**ing Jew, you'll do anything for a deposit This girl tried to tell me Iron was gay but I wasn't believing her logic Til one day I was walking by and heard the ho tell Iron "Come out the closet!" And that's crazy cause at the hotel the iron come out the closet I'll put you in ICU, VIP, you won't need ID Cause when I'm roaming (Rome-ing) with these numbers you gon' need IV I'll walk in the hospital, how ironic it's Iron I see And that's crazy cause "ironic" is "iron i.c." Wordplay You know what? Let's skip that, f** the chit chat Send your b**h down the block, I'll let the beam chase her If I got the Iron I'm terminate her too (Terminator 2), I got a mean laser Sara(h) Connor know it's Poison in my Pen, but I don't need paper Tell me how I was watered down against Rum and you gon' lick a (liquor) shot, that's a mean chaser Two 30's on, give him 60 on the way out, I'm a mean Laker Bulliets ain't got no name, this one Meek Mill, it's a Dream Chaser Iron I don't have to swing, I get a fan to do you dirty, that's a lean drinker Have two fives on the side of your whip, that's the Speed Racer Oh you Jewish right? But you knew the life I ride by your block on a Yamaha Get me hot, your gla**es gon' pop that's a thermometer They lighting candles up they don't know if it's a memorial or Hanukkah Head shot they gotta close the exit wound with his yamaka Like I told you before, I run up on Iron with a mean gun Put a hole in your head but not just any hole, the Rasheed one Tell my n***as to "roll up" and then smoke him before the weed done I don't got a slogan, but when you k** a n***a this bad you don't need one [Round 2: Iron Solomon] So you gon' shoot up my synagogue, huh? That's the type of punchline y'all should be emarra**ed to cherish When I run up in your church, your whole Parrish with perish I'm talking 'bout "bow, bow, bow!" like when your mama pray and sh** Then it's "pew, pew, pew" like where the congregation sit I've had the hardest artists in NWA show me love and respect You not even nice enough to be in NWX But when he get stuck with his pen and he can't seem to impress you He check what Eric has in store, his man D to the rescue With all the battles that you take I think the cash that you earning worthy But you half through your dirty 30's, room mating like Bert & Ernie See, you trying to act like the part of Harlem you live in is hostile Well all them people sleeping on your couch, you live in a hostel Well I'll be at your door with something bigger than a battering ram Long metal burner for the beef, that's a cattle brand I'm coming to herd, tell your cowboys to "mount up" Cause one bulls eye leave you in the ground, Chuck Your grave gets filled tonight, it's the perfect venue for you The person's fate, I'm sealing light, yeah I read up on you But bro, congratulations on Wild N Out! You deserve to get spoiled Plus that watered down minstrel show is a perfect fit for you You should be ashamed of yourself, there's a place waiting in Hell When celebrities trade integrity for some fame and some wealth So tell Hitman to Holla, I'll leave his nose bloody Tell Conceited I will humble him and I don't think the show's funny But before I take a crumb of Nick's bread I'd rather go hungry To keep it 100 G I wouldn't battle him with Charron's money Nick you don't deserve the hype, ain't worth the time to write a verse but I'd eat you with the words cause I'm lethal Have your worthless life leave you but I prefer to fight equals When a person's pride has a purchase price, they don't earn the stripes we do You a certified weasel, the fame has turned your mind evil This scam of yours is quite see through Exploit our culture for your benefit, man you worse than WHITE PEOPLE! And when the show becomes a hit, you the ho he the pimp It blows up, Cannon balling, getting loaded off of Clips And you know it don't make sense (cents) but still you've gotta sign the dollar line Now Nick will (nickle) see dollar signs and he don't got a dime? Even Cash ditched your large a** when he asked Ash to marry him Now she's addicted to the boy sack like a bag of h**n Met me at the Sheraton, did a dance like Marilyn Before she skated she took pipe on her knees; Nancy Kerrigan And your disgusting flesh gets more extra with every girlfriend that's up and left Now each time I see your tee size it's got another X You done what, like, 70 battles, that's 210 rounds And every one was filmed and the camera adds ten pounds So this work ethic starts taking effect now When we see Clips from the neck up and Cee-Lo from the neck down I'm saying you've never been on the Freshman cover yourself But you've definitely have an issue with a XXL Okay, okay, I'm a fat boy, I'm a fat boy too But I'm an OG a pioneer, you just a fat boy who OD when the pie is near I'm a fat boy so y'all can say it's the same image But as far as how heavy our bars we weight/way different See I'm the real don, I dine where the Goodfellas eat Been sh**ting on the game so long my foot fell asleep I'm top five of all time, ain't no name iller The Mt. Rushmore murderer, the stone faced k**er And my next victim? I'm hunting 'em down muhf**a Like Charlie's ex b**hes, I'm done f**ing a round muhf**a It's fat betrayal bars. It's fat on fat crime And just in case you need an excuse for getting bodied by Iron I'm just a white boy, you prolly not even trying [Round 2: Charlie Clips] When I heard you had one testicle, truth be told I didn't even laugh Iron Cause a man walking around half his life with half his life is not funny, that sh** is sad Iron My n***a, you have one ball, who do you blame? Your moms or your dad Iron? This round about to be too/two nuts, my bad, that's something you don't have Iron Hold on, I want y'all to take this ride with me, alright everybody clear your mind, right Picture me and Iron inside the ride and we both going past the mall We see a couple b**hes, he clear his gla**es like, "Look at them, I'ma bag 'em all." And I'm like, "Iron, you only got one nut. How do you plan to smash 'em all?" And he look at me like, "Clips, these b**hes is about to have a ball!" Hold on, clear your mind again, clear your mind again, clear your mind again Alright now, picture me hanging out at Iron crib Bad b**h pull up in the newest ride sh** tinted, I'm like, "Who dat Iron?" He like, "Calm down. That's my boo inside I'm about to k** a p**y." I'm like, "You about to k** it? Like, what can you provide?" He said, "Charlie this one ball, off the wall; suicide." Like that's not even half of the story though, now this the part where it gets iller So Iron comes in with a dead ball like a pitch hitter Putting his crotch in a chick face and she like, "Ew, you b**h n***a." Now I feel bad, cause shorty gotta Dodgeball like Ben Stiller Did I tell y'all how Iron tried out for the football team? That's not an opinion, this is fact He didn't make the team I asked him, "Why", he said, "They ain't pick me cause I ain't black." He tried to be a defensive tackle, you wanna know why they ain't call him back? Cause he only got one ball so he couldn't get a sack My n***a, like, what happened to Iron? Like, did the sh** just fall out your underwear? Do you got your ball locked up in a safe? Do you got it sealed in some Tupperware? I could see Iron in a straight jacket and they like, "Solomon, get the f** in there." And Iron look at the crazy house like, "Nah, it's too many nuts in there." If you don't got the balls to stomach this round then leave Cause I could understand if it's so rough "Leave 'em alone Clips, you're picking on him!" He from Brooklyn, trust me he's so tough Am I Leroy with the glow? what's up I.C.E. that's a Sho Nuff Why would you book a n***a that go nuts against a n***a with no nuts I know some k**ers out in England, for some reason they all wanna mangle you They some Patriots but for them football numbers they all wanna strangle you Now is Aaron, Hernandez or Tom Brady? I mean that call is debatable Cause on one hand he k** n***as and on the other, his balls is deflatable Aww, your name is Aaron, aww, I'm the man, tell Aaron, "Nah" Shoot his legs, have him wobbling, make Aaron fall Run up on Aaron, start airing Aaron while Aaron crawl Two things off the hip, both of them singing, Aaron Carter and Aaron Hall Now I know you a freestyler like I am, so you're gonna freestyle that's right You're gonna say something fire like, "At least I had more balls than you had in that Math fight." Well go ahead and do your thing, just remember I'm the n***a that you called out And I ain't gon' hate, do your thing, I want you to ball out {Clips gives Iron a pound} Y'all see this? This right here is love My n***a gave me a pound, that's why I'm not even mad at dawg I didn't think you would give me a pound but I just knew you had the balls [Round 3: Iron Solomon] So when I heard that I had Charlie Clips, I said, "Whoo, what I'ma write about is nuts." When he heard he had me, he said, "Mmmm, I'ma write about his nuts." I thought after Mook's corny sh** we wouldn't see that stuff go down You talk about a nut for one whole round? See that's the difference there between a vet and a rookie Cause it doesn't take any nuts to step to a p**y So against Daylyt right, I said, "I'm the medicine man when you look to get leaked An NY in front of Quill will put him to sleep." And you thought that bar was so hard it would be good to repeat So when you battled Quill you said, "Two of these will put him to sleep When you in front of a guy from NY in front of Quill" that was f**ing ill How you took...exactly what I said...it took a ton of sk** See, when a s**er steals another man's work you crossing a fine line I'm starting to see why URL paired him with John John It's not just my rhymes, there's mad victims of this guy's crime He prolly getting it from half the league like Lebron's moms Well not you in front of the one you copied it from It's like Obama go up against Melania Trump I'm saying, Clips has got bars but he bit 'em off ours I'll body marks from scratch; chicken pox scars I got a blade named "Slash", come kiss a rock star You can book your next battle where Big and 'Pac are They'll say, "Charlie Clips...who's bars be sh** Gave us two rounds with no point like Barbie's tits." Got mismatched set ups that hardly fit And the party mix is smoke mirrors and parlor tricks We seen your bars get sloppy just like your horrid body Now ever time we see C./CC it's the same carbon copy Mr. Charlie Brown His daddy is Charlie Brown, HIS daddy is Charlie Brown Three times your family chose to repeat this Well this name that you pa**ing down is the same as your battle rounds Cause we all know the third one is always the weakest You spit a wack line and act like cause it's freestyle you deserve a metal To impress us off the top the sh** needs to be on a certain level You gotta drop cla**ic hits like *Gin & Juice*, I'm talking C.F., Diz' The Saurus, Illmaculate, Jin and Juice Or Big Zoo, but the sh** that Clips do I can't condone I don't wanna watch you come off the head like Pat Stay in a 'Lac with Rone I mean are you deaf? You don't hear the criticism from Angry Fans Well I listen and disability comes in handicap So I ain't finna travel pa** I been before, new things in store I died once, that body was on some bullsh** like a Minotaur Now you the sacrificial lamb I'm fishing for Only sheep think you still the G.O.A.T. cause recently you been a boar/bore No you the golden calf cause there's his favorite disciples This shallow pool of fans waiting beside you He came from The Bible, his reign/rain is like Noah's flood, no one is waving his title No matter how watered down his flow y'all pray to your idol Oh, you 'fraid he's (Euphrates) washed up that's why y'all stay in denial (the Nile) You see, your fans are followers, all the leaders follow me And the way that I guide 'em see, got 'em seeing me as the God MC King Solomon the second coming, something nobody could really explain like second cousins Brother this is our religion, you and I are clergy inside these churches Tonight's a service, these ain't fire verses, I'm reciting sermons with higher purpose To fight the serpents who tell us what we write is worthless So they can steal it, sell it on the shelves, priced for purchase When it's buried, the deep sh** that we dig might resurface Cause if hip hop is dying I'm providing purists with life insurance So it means nothing if your fans think I'm winning or not They live in a box, motherf** their opinions and thoughts From Grind Time to Fight Klub, Smack to King Of The Dot I will always give this culture everything that I got [Round 3: Charlie Clips] First and foremost I just wanna say...that was beautiful Now when I first heard I had the almighty Iron Solomon, I yawned Truth be told I was even a lil' hesitant Cause the way Murda Mook beat the f** out of Iron I thought you was gonna end up being celibate You got yo' a** whipped so bad, you had to sneak back into battle rap And how you did it, was intelligent See you knew you couldn't hang with the blacks on Smack So you came back to the white folk to become relevant Oh Iron, in America we think you trash now Stay in Toronto, become a resident In fact don't leave the Six til that n***a Drake becomes the president On Earth, Iron is important cause it carries oxygen to the blood, but to me that's irrelevant Cause you booked a n***a from outta this world that can take Iron out of his element I'm back, no playing around, I ain't even bring a riddle for you sh** was going smooth, yeah? Well now it's gon' get a little brittle for you Cause you got your a** whooped, Organik cleared the lane and just opened up the middle for you How y'all let a former star burst on the scene out here if Murda Mook was throwing Skittles on you? Let me guess, it's cool because he Jewish Or he live in a crib with all women I was raised by all women, n***a hit me with a Skittle, suit and tie on, all linen Funeral service, I know Christians that get it in and they all sinning He ain't even hit you with strawberry and grape, you let that n***a hit you with all lemon And y'all respect that? Organik, stop this battle right now and get your check back You ain't the type of n***a we point Tec's at You Iron Solomon, we just grab you by your neck fat Make your feet dangle Where them bars come from, the same place where you'll get decked at You'll get slammed in-between every hot line like one of Rex hats I see why I'm the one you n***as Marvel Maybe it's the way that I be pulling strings Or I make n***as turn invisible from the torch You'll get your body rocked when I pull a thing So what you acting Fantastic Four/for? Knowing deep down I got you full of steam Cause Professor Charles know how to body Iron on the inside like Wolverine Iron, I'll slap your b**h, but why avenge her (Avenger)? When everybody in here f**ing that smut? She told me you get small as Ant Man when it's time to jump in her gut Let me guess you got hammer like Thor and you always keep one in the clutch You a** God (Asgard) and low key (Loki) I'm f**ing you up I'll send a shot to one of Iron's Man, if it's War, Machine's gunning Nick Fury, for one eye/I tell the cops I never seen nothing That last line was Incredible, you turn Hulk like that mean something Ain't you Jewish? How did you not see/Nazi this scheme coming? This about to be a f**ing body, oh yeah I can hear the fans on Twitter I can hear the fans now n***as like you I want to send upstairs, so God can send my mans down I be talking to Tall T like, "Yo T! I got beef send a can down." Head shot, Young B got his future in his hands now Hold up, y'all know what? I'm so muhf**ing mean with it A couple other battle rappers died, right? Well it's time to do a whole 'nother scheme with it He'll be to you around six God, what you think I brought that Tec for? Young B The Future upstairs, Tall T and they got my n***a Party next door Arty told me what's his asking price, to send you upstairs to the afterlife You thought you got booked for a battle, Organik booked you for a sacrifice Cause I be talking to PH, that's my n***a, I mean he f** with me One night he was talking, but I got nervous I thought it was the drunk in me Til I jumped up like, "PH! My n***a, what the f** do you want from me?" The iron fell in the kitchen and a little voice said, "company" Head shot, this is God's work cause we hate devils I'll get your whole Team Homi for thinking we ain't ghetto Ain't he Iron? Well it's my job to make sure he shoots straight metal Cause if Iron lose enough blood, it should put him on PH level They said they wanna see that old Clips, Pen Well let 'em know that that savage back Pump on Iron, "Oh my God how he die?" It was the asthma attack, Iron wake up in Heaven All happy doing the cabbage patch Then my n***a Ron come out of nowhere with his Cadillac/Cadalack Now I told you, I run up on you with a mean gun Put a hole in this n***a head, not just any hole, the Rasheed one Tell my n***as to roll up and then smoke him before the weed done I don't got a slogan but when you smoke a Jew this bad, you don't need one