King of the Dot - Pa** vs Charlie Clips lyrics

[Round 1: Pa**] Hey Holyoak man, don't let this n***a try to play you with that "Sike I lied" sh** And don't none of you n***as tell me this win won't count just cause he didn't try, sh** Oh and most of all, don't try sh** I know your pops with the lynch mob, but you ain't with the mob sh** I'll have 20 n***as jumping on this punk like mosh pit And don't tell me how you aiming crazy Clips When you banging 80 spit, when DNA call you "Daddy" on some Lil' Wayne and Baby sh** Who said I fell off? You must be dumb, I just begun The style you been doing should've been done You gon' be done You see every single Charlie Clips verse ever, if you see one It's the same Clips over and over, what's that? A rerun Now let's take this Back To The Future, I'll be the black Marty Oh you strapped, well you clap hardly I'm from Oakland, home of The Panthers, that's a black party I'll turn your crib to Animal House, that's not a frat party I'm Rick James b**h, f** yo' couch n***a, I'll slap Charlie Hold up, I wouldn't give a sh** if you was a little bit dyslexic But don't get your words twisted or fix yo' lips to get aggressive b**h the second that I'm feeling disrespected I'm not correcting yo' chin when I check it, I disconnect it Yo' jaw get rocked so hard ya potna gon' feel it for you like he's sympathetic You not careful where yo' ice is (Isis) you get beheaded Get it n***a, I'm always in a mood to swing, that's schizophrenic You out cold but you won't forget about today when tomorrow come Boy I'll knock out the whole front row of your teeth just to let DNA borrow one Who said I never leave Oakland? n***a I'm known 'round the planet f** a home town advantage where ever I go now real n***as gon' hold down the savage And they know we not the same Cause I innovate you imitate, let me demonstrate how I eliminate these n***as, wait I'm on the interstate in a state to illustrate the illest trait The sh** I'm finna administrate for a minute straight will Emmit Till a n***a 'til it dinner plate In his face he's a dinner plate when I'm in his face Who you finna shake and intimidate? They build you up but you finna break and disintegrate So they sent a great How you undefeated? You not undefeated it's not debatable It's always the fat boy coming to the table without his own plate to pull Used to punch perfect, now you fat and swinging sloppy You the Raging Bull You not a legend in Harlem cause yo' dues ain't been Paid In Full n***a [Round 2: Charlie Clips] I say you might can't see it but it's invisible Do me a favor and don't go over the line Smack just did this sh** to me Kai you my man but you even let him go over the time But it's cool though, I see what's going on n***as wanna call it rapping, call it crack You broke my style down well you lost round 1 automatically cause Hollow just told me all of that I just battled Hollow last weekend, I'm supposed to be on the beach Shirt off, chest hair flying somewhere tropical Or in the dungeon, getting ready for Lux, seeing what I got for Mook But instead I'm in Holyoak, Ma** battling Pa** You know how many rounds I got for you? You ever played Spades? Well let's just say I got two and a possible I said but the possible I got for you is so ironic cause it's cold yet it's hot for you I could understand if you can't take the heat Pa**, maybe it's not for you I throw you against the wall like pair of dice, send you to paradise cause I got a shot for you It C low (Cee-Lo) on Green you'll get your head cracked and take trips, to the hospital I'll Vine, Instagram, all fifteen seconds on what the doctor do From the staples in your stomach, removing the bullets or how they shocking you You taking too long to die, I question God like, "What's stopping you?" Go in The Bible, read every chapter then pray for you to die faster and send a shot to you Listen boy, this is what I came I'm total, I got a shot for you Two guns on me, what you want n***a? I brung the block for you I'm Bishop, I'll box ya head like his cut Pull out that oowhop for you, two guns together sh**'s harmonized in sync like they do a doo wop for you I said I'm from Harlem World n***a, you mention my borough, right? But where I'm from n***a we flossing birds One time I had a brick so heavy I dropped the sh** and damn near lost the curb You don't know what it's like to serve You don't even know what it's like for your block to serve And I understand why you change your name to Pa** Cause your last battles you been lost for words/wurdz And stop mentioning DNA or both of you n***as gon' need a new dentist Keep running your mouth n***a, I get a b**h to burn to you, you'll need a new clinic The funny part is I'm freestyling all this right now and this is a true finish If you won round 1 it's cause y'all cheated, we suppose to go two minutes [Round 2: Pa**] Man, can't nobody really tell me how you great Yo' style is played, every one of your rounds sound the same Soon as you start one of those schemes we all know what you about to say It's like a parade, we can see the line coming from a mile away f** Pa** n***a this Alex J We don't fight fair we go the foul way I'm still trying to k** this old toy, lil' Chucky this Child's Play It don't matter if I'ma be the one to do, just don't be f**ing stupid Cause it could be something coming through for any one of you s**a's goofing Your crew finna have a couple loose ends And my boy just got a brand new Mac, he got no trouble shooting You don't have any respect, you taking these battles for the check Cause you depending for the chips Man I'm doing this just to remind y'all I'm k**ing the best n***as in this b**h I play the villain in this b**h, mind's just iller with the spit Who said they "ga**ing Pa**"? n***a this past gas cause I'm really with the sh**s Whatever you done, I've done it n***a Just cause you chubby don't mean you done it bigger You need some cardio or put a tool on the j**els, now run it n***a They swear I'm the meanest, man I swear I got the demeanor of pharaohs in Egypt n***as carrying heaters Set 'em straight then send them straight to Heaven's Gate staring at Jesus At the very least it'll leave 'em a paraplegic A Bay area beast will bury you deep, big boy you barely a breather Only think you finna be reaching for is air when you wheezing I'm the man, respect And I demand respect Man, what ave you rep? How you run that block when you can't run a block without stopping to grab your chest to catch a breath You need to keep that flab in check n***a the thought of a treadmill make you crack a sweat You need to keep that flab in check cause yo' chin connect directly to yo' chest cause you don't have a neck Okay, okay, f** the comedy gimmick, this a body But this ain't a regular body, dig it, my style infinite This your corpse tied to the back of a bucket on a joy ride That's the last time yo' mind go a mile a minute I'm a Golden State Warrior, who these Harlem n***as? I'm never worried, you shooting with Stephen Curry, I call you "Charlie Clippers" See you treat this like a game, but I never played You say you from the School Of Hard Knocks well I'ma check his grade When the metal raise it blaze the side of his temple so his head is grazed That Hollow barely gave him a taper, aprons let's see if Clips can catch a fade n***a Town business n***a [Round 2: Charlie Clips] I said, yo breaking my style down again, if you wanna call it that Talking 'bout how I'm predictable, how I'm all this fat Aww man, Hollow just did all of that So you can switch your style up too I said alright, N.O.M.E. 5 sold out, because of me Or they all paid money to see me Hollow clash First round he came out swinging, by the third I was whipping Hollow a** If that battle is debatable, then what makes you think you and me and Hollow cla**? Oh you think you Hollow, Pa**? Till I tip toe and hollow past and hollow Pa** But don't worry 'bout that though Cause you ain't gon' get no Pa** name flips, I'm lyrical Pa** name flips for the Young Money sh** it'll get dreadful, I'm on my Wayne sh** I wanted something heavy, but they gave me lighter fluid Let's make the flame lift Am I cold? Surely, when I bring these biscuits and yo' mama paying b**h But eh, let's scratch that, I got another plan This sh** st-st-st-st stutter just like the Dunner man Graffiti artist, I'll tag your building, lift up another can Cannon on, Nick Cannon on; Drumline I'll add another band, barapuppup, fire escape Pa** through the window, that's Brother Man I said, what's up with it? Yeah I'm predictable, but as you can see they all f** with it I said I'll put this Mac on your back, conjoined twin, that mean you stuck with it Grab the knife and, you getting cut with it DJ had enough with it It get to bucking like Lux teeth, it's like Lux with it Hold up for a minute though I know Kenny Smith personally, right, I can DM But I got my own Rocket, put a small gun in a new sneaker box It's in my own closet If he run his tongue we lacing up and you might lose your soul watch it I walk through your hood, no scratches on me, I'm a Foamposite They all went crazier for me this round so y'all can see who the best today You wanna know what crazy? If I win this round, you s**, I just made this sh** yesterday [Round 3: Pa**] Let's get to the murking If this a gift and a curse then I'm shooting the gift when I'm cursing Yeah I said I'm the king of New York but you the king of copping out At first that little gimmick was working Then you could just say "Sike, I lied" when you forget a verse that you had written, that's so brilliant it's perfect But that's like getting in a fight like, really in the middle of working And falling on yo' a** and saying, "Well sh**, I did it on purpose." But sh** we can't do that to Holyoak, so shout out to Holyoak But I'm from holy Oakland and I'm rolling 'dro from Oakland Flew coast to coast with the smoke like the motor broken You be booking these battles back to back but that sh** wack When you can't hold your focus You done already lost to Marvin, Heartless, Hollow, Top and you think that show us your flow the coldest? Now you in a jam, and that backfired Well that's what happens when Clips get overloaded See I'm actually aggravated Yo' rap is exaggerated We ain't cut from the same cloth, your fabric is fabricated Okay you been doing this since the 90's, well whatever n***a Just cause you an old head don't put you on another level n***a Just cause you .38 don't make you Special n***a The people put you on a pedestal like you a god, well I'm a rebel figure So the image of me spitting is a spitting image of a devil n***a I was burning haze, murking the stage to earn a wage I'ma leave him in Cape Cod Bay he can surf for days He gon' be floating off in the ocean, that's your current wave Now when Math got jumped, you was there But you was scared and it's cool if a square, just be true to your fam' But you said you couldn't fight that day cause you had on slippers And that excuse is the stupidest, damn It don't matter what on yo' feet, what the f** that gotta do with ya hands? You could've helped out with that Math problem and let him put two to your man Nah, I'm saying you couldn't help with that math problem so I'ma tutor ya man Well I guess your mom the real gangsta of your family, right? So the f** what? What did you hide behind her when it's time to ride up, with yo' nuts tucked? Oh yo' mom the real gang- n***a shut up Who gives a f**? That sh** is buck little punk You won't pick up a pump and get to dump you a hop, skip and a jump from getting jumped You ain't searching for the beef, while I'm lurking up the street Burning up a leaf, earning what I keep, turning up the heat I'ma have a million men marching on yo' turf and we ain't serving up a speech This ain't MLK when that piece/peace make you turn the other cheek, n***a Town business n***a [Round 3: Charlie Clips] I said, ah man, gun bars, sorry Oganik but I'm calling Smack You just told me about the Math fight, Sike I- Hollow just told me all of that Then, and for the fan that screamed on the side about the Math fight Try me, I'll knock your brother out And I had slippers on, don't believe me they in your mother house The doctor called my phone the other day Told me I got some type of illness, couldn't even explain the sh** n***a said I got freestyle, wordplay, punchline-atitus, whatever it is I just know you ain't as sick I said I know you ain't as sick and it's contagious Pa** But there's no way you could get it cause you ain't legit How insane is this? Today I'm battling a nobody and last week I was just the main event I got millions, millions and millions of views and I'm still battling you So what does that say? Look me in my eyes n***a, okay, don't look too long cause that's gay Look that way, you know Simon? Who gives a f**? Do what this gat say This Calicoe got so many rounds and not one of them sh**s for Pat Stay I said "What's up Pa**?" I'll drown your set Drop my gun, put one hand around your neck Choke you, then pull another gun out, that got the Big T sound effect I got that chilako boo with me, and that two two with me Silencer on everything, fa-fa he screaming, "Who hit me?" He fall, hit the ground, give him nine shots, he the new 50 Stomp on his b**h in my constructs, she under the Timberland/Timbaland, she the new Missy As you can clearly see, who the best today If you lose this it's sad, I just made these rounds yesterday You hit the block right? Well tell me Pa**, when you often served, you know what? Forget that You Pa**, you can't tell me, you lost for words/Wurdz You just lost man