Smack White - Charlie Clips vs Ill Will lyrics

[Round 1: Charlie Clips] After the DNA battle, I thought it was over But like I told ya, him and JC got some hard fans But if I battle Ill Will who gon' die? Ill Will like it was God's plans So tell Ill Will he better have an ill will before I send him in God's hands Or Ill will get to meet Ill Will when I send him next to Nas' man That was hard damn, I'm back on my bully This my yard fam', I get him to move five Tell my shooter, "It's a food drive. He get the large cans." Some big sh**, you gotta shoot with Shaq fingers or one of God's hands Gun on his throat, I put his vocals on a Mac, that's Garage Band What you gonna tell y'all fans? My name is Charlie Brown? Okay cool, let's skip the politics cause today, you getting schooled by Brown...University, this a college trip I don't give a f** who your camp is (campus) all these n***as gon' scream I load some brolic sh** Now that's crazy, cause a got a bunch of n***as that yell (Yale) without a scholarship Question: who hot as Clips? Matter of fact, don't answer that y'all Silly me, some of you fans be switching sides Like y'all got Ill Will k**ing me Like this fan, had the nerve to ask me Like, "Yo, what if he gets slick with you?" I'm like, "Really B? Well if he gets slick the Colt 45 get slick back with Williams that word to Billy Dee" Y'all n***as got Ill Will k**ing me? Nah this the man I'm planning to k** What you gonna talk about me being on Wild N Out? Well sh**, if that's your angle I hope you planning to chill Against Young Kannon (Cannon) I was in my zone I even had my hand in his grill So why talking about Wild N Out when I was wildin' out on the kid for real n***a go 'head and talk about the show, turn it into a punchline, cool But I got a Hitman, he real Conceited, he want to know if your punchline true He remind me of DC, not Young Fly, the sniper with the one eye view Remember, he out the window, so they barely saw the Cannon Like Drumline 2 You should've knew this was a wrap, you should've knew this sh** was a grave for you once y'all name got set in stone I don't know where you live, but my crib is nice, basically I'm better holmes (homes) Let alone, I be in my crib with all type of guns in a heavy zone Today should I go with the four or the nine? I feel like Jerry Jones But see it's lines like that right, you know what? That was for Toranio on the real, but I'm so muhf**ing mean with it Since you look like Cal' boy (Cowboy) I might as well do a whole 'nother scheme with it By me doing that alone right there let you know who raps is better I be confused like, "I wanna go with Romo even though Dax is better." So I turn Dallas into San Fran', now that was clever Cause in order to get 49 you gotta put Romo and Dax together Talking 'bout you wanna bring war to Clips n***a you must be out your mind Y'all ain't catch that? Water, clips, my bad, that was alkaline Some of us grew up in the projects, let's keep it real we ain't have dat water in that order I don't wanna k** him and force it (faucet) but he getting lead, that's tap water Y'all know what? I'm so muhf**ing mean with it, since I'm on stage dressed like water, I might as well do a whole 'nother scheme with it I said yo, I said you still think you gon' bring war to Clips? C'mon Will we know that's not true You wouldn't dare park (Deer Park) in my hood or try to stop through You can rock 6 Flags all you want, your ride getting wet n***a, even your block knew Once I lift the pump that was the sign he getting his top blew I'm not you, n***a don't hate me n***a, just hate the sk**s You mad cause I'm getting bread and Smack the one who gotta pay the bills I don't really wanna k** you, but Kermit with the hoodie in my ear like, "Make the k**" Head shot, Jay-Z in Pound Cake, Jesus take the wheel (Will) [Round 1: Ill Will] Aye that Kermit line was fire n***a But, b**h, this me Why don't I put this 40 on your lip then (Lipton) sip this tea Okay, okay we here now? See, that's what I'm saying to you But I need y'all to do one thang for me When I say "Charlie!" I want y'all to say "Ain't nobody f**ing playing with you!" Let's try it with you one time, "Charlie!" (Ain't nobody f**ing playing with you!) Man, we in motherf**ing Irving Plaza This the same place Troy Ave was at Bro I swear on God, my son, everythang, if something pop off I'ma react the same way Troy Ave would act b**h boy b**hy Mcb**hums The son of Snitch man Snitchy McSnitchums Aye, my pops 3rd Ward Calliope Projects n***a I don't play the victim, but I got the juice now I came travellin' with my old man's steel So what I got in store? Head shot...like Old Man Quiles I told my brother Nitty, it was training day, now I wanna see what y'all about I could choke him with Denzel pen, still wouldn't nothing dope come out of dog mouth Hit him with a sig', 'nother sig', like you need the cancer If I come knocking at yo' do' with a lil' Roscoe, you better let Gina answer I beat Bigg K, stopped Shine on his streak, I'm the f**ing man I k**ed Ars' and had another one for Cal' lid but he f**ing ran Major key alert, Clips ain't that nice, so what the yapping 'bout? Rap rematch put you Under The Sea by Sebastian's house What's up with you Harlem n***as? Lux can't find himself, Mook want a million, and you never ready Y'all know the problem It's ironic, Frank Lucas handled Magic better than you and y'all both from Harlem That's why you ain't considered amongst the greats Plus you don't know what we be on Sawed off, have Clips everywhere like Vietnam That funny sh**? They buy that These have connected to a lot of Chins, they triads There comes a time when people want to know what it is Clips I'm not the type of n***a you want in your crib Clips I ain't turning off Lion King when I cut off the kid Clips Full Clips, now that's what you never bring Best believe we come to yo' block, we shot everything I told my little dawg, "Here. Here's a fire stick. Sit down and watch everything." The ditch digger I don't really think you get the big picture I'll shoot you in front of yo' b**h, make her do a song with me and rap about how my dick bigger b**h n***a, homi at, insomniac, yeah I stay up Battle rap Mannequin Challenge, in other words I'm a freeze Clips on the way up I don't give a f** about careers You talk about coming in my house while I'm sleeping n***a, I'm busting out the pairs I got clips for Clips, might be one, might be two, yeah I'm busting out the pairs/pears Bananas in Pajamas: oh yeah, I'm coming down the stairs! I don't care who you friends, family or who you kick it with You'll still get dropped like that 101 TV days can't stop this Mac You talking 'bout robbing me n***a, taking anything Look brah, I'm still in the streets getting cash, with a rocket for a dummy You get iced on the side talking 'bout "I got a pocket full of money" Ill flips, Will flips, past sh**, that's Charlie's angles .45, .357, Mac-90, these b**hes ain't Charlie's Angels You ain't never been in Pontiac, I be all through Harlem, don't forget that I'll pull up, Lord Willin', bumping Clips (Clipse) with extended clips like "Where Clips at?!" Catch him at a soul food, vegan restaurant like "Clips, is that you?" Eagle in the jacket got this b**h looking like a Triple Fat Goose I'm at you, all through your house, like I know y'all family Calm with the steel like Wolverine gone off Xanies I seen your moms I was like, "Hey!" She asked me to go in jaw so I did, I felt like Ashtray socking Loc Dog granny I make house visits I got a team that get surgical while I hold the 'cane like House did it I read your Wikipedia and they said you was a Blood What?? That's some Steve Harvey sh**, you right, you a sorry b**h Soft as Barbie tits Gut shot, got him throwing up Blood now he "Barley Blips" Man, n***a f** yo' career I still think you fat and funky cuz n***a act like he wasn't scared of the bars til he figured out who his bunkie was 'Yac Town in this b**h [Round 2: Charlie Clips] I said yo, I had a talk with my brother Leon the other night, real sh** I said, "I love f**ing battle rapping. I love the fans But sometimes you can't trust these n***as, you got some real fans But some n***as be switch sided." He said, "Bro, man f** them n***as." I said, "Nah, you bugging. What about the battle rappers?" He said, "Shape up your sk**s, stay sharp so you can cut these n***as." Leon said, "If you spit 'cane on nights like this, there's no longer no reason to duck these n***as." Now you was 30 when the Five Heartbeats came out So out of everybody you should think that last line was fire boy Amazing, you went from pushing keys like duck to coming out singing like choir boy All them John John stealing lines n***as be spitting, they need to retire boy See I'm a boss, I watch my n***as get the steel, I feel like Syahboy Think about that for a second Y'all ain't gotta cheer me on, long as y'all get that I could do another scheme with it but it's not the time for me to flip that If it's beef, I'll have a car circle round your crib without the Lyft app Neflix And Chill, this ratchet in my crib is ready for the kickback It's drama season, Dizaster high off shrooms you'll see a Llama speaking Gun in my waist and it's pointing out here (hair) but it's not The Weeknd What you think holmes (homes)? I'll crack your roof, your ceiling will do a lot of leaking We at your crib, ratchets waving at the house, like Obama speaking When you try to duck the whip, we hitch a ride, now your mama leaking What's wrong mama? She don't know, there's all kind of reasons It's 4:00 AM, me and the ratchet outside doing all type of creeping But the side texts (Tecs) gon' do this n***a dirty, all kind of cheating You look like, you could be from St. Louis Along with Aye Verb, Hitman, Magic I know what y'all thinking, "Clips, you k**ing me." Like, he could be Yung Ill, old as Ice Pack or maybe RemyD f** I gotta slow it down in Lou' titles or something? I said if a Verb hit, man it's gon' be Magic You gon' be screaming out, "Clips you k**ing me." Look at you, you old you can't be Yung Ill Your Ice Pack is your remedy (RemyD) This is New York, where the two piece come with a biscuit, welcome to Kennedys The lead pull, opposite of Red Bull, what's in the can is trying to take your energy You gon' die n***a, you look hype but you just a shy/Chi' n***a C'mon, y'all know the city where Big Kannon is under Big T I mean it's Common y'all could relate to me Who they got out there? Young Kannon, Twista, and Chance The Rapper, y'all can relate to me f**, I gotta slow it down and put it in Chi' titles or something? I said the Big Kannon under the Big T It's Common I keep that eight with me If I see your b**h, the Young Cannon will twist her (Twista) There's a Chance The Rapper don't wanna take with me What's the problem? n***a I'm from Harlem, y'all don't wanna Shake with me I don't need a gun cause I'll hook on the spot, they thinking Drake with me Look at this n***a mad, heard you hit your girl Yeah I heard you slapped your girl, you heard it I was f**ing your b**h, that's crazy You would push her (Pusha) cause you heard she f**ing with Clips (Clipse) The crazy part is all she did was lick my balls, she wasn't even s**ing my dick That's crazy cause your relationship is in limbo for her going under the stick I hate these f**ing top Proving Ground, mid-tier n***as, I want them all dead They ain't even book you n***as rooms, four of y'all sleeping in Norb's bed Chopper with the strap, I aim it steady and hit his forehead The Internet saying "Damn, I handle the Bigg K better than Cortez" I don't like you n***a Like I said my n***a, don't hate me my n***a, you can hate the sk**s Don't get mad at me and Smack cause he the one that gotta pay the bills You said "Sip tea", well Kermit still here and he telling me to go and make the k** In the words of Jay-Z, "Jesus, you can take the wheel/Will" [Round 2: Ill Will] I called my brother Suave I said, "Dawg, I got your boy Clips." Oh said, "Oh word?" I said, "Hell yeah, who you got?" He said, "Homi. Harlem and you my brother." I said, "What the f** that mean, n***a?" He said, "Harlem and you my brother, n***a." I said, "So you ain't on no side. You split decision you gon' let him front for Harlem and I leave him back in Brooklyn?" (But he not from Brooklyn he from Harlem) You right I said it wrong I meant I'ma get on the side of him and the split decision is to leave his front in Harlem and his back in Brooklyn I don't really bump hip hop, music to my ears is Calypso moving through the air, know what I'm saying? f** slowing it down, speed it up I don't bump, what I got on my hip, pop Music to my ears is Clip's soul moving through the air You don't want me to go back to the old me, cause I think all you weak I'll give you all the heat, I was a nightmare on any block Robert England ain't want me to fall asleep I'm Hilary cousin, Fresh Prince of my city, don't taunt me fam' If Will feel he tripping, I go back home to get the [?] he don't want these cans I let your Uncle, feel (Phil) the right, nah he don't want these hands Then you'll see Clips from Will pop's like, "Why he don't want me man?" Speaking of why...I got a few "whys" Why is your name Charlie Clips if you ain't never got a full clip? Why did you go on Funk Flex spitting that bullsh**? You do you say you going off the top like it even matter? Why did you become a vegan awhile ago and you getting fatter? Why did you let Couture go on BET with that wack sh**? Why you ain't help your spouse up? Why am I guessing which room you in when I came blow your f**ing house up? It's funeral time, this how you lyrically leave a vet leaking I'm sharp off the tongue like Bernie and Shep' speaking I told Jay Rell, "I spit dope so why D.I. n***a? I'm Butch Jones" But I'ma chill, hold down, puff and leave ash to this world I'm Wolf Jones I'm back, finger f**ing a n***a til she climax This chopper big- {The crowd loses their f**ing minds} I'm back, finger f**ing a nina til she climax This chopper big, Clips come watch it in IMAX This your D-Day, yeah I'm exposing a ho No, he going fo' sho' That 40 have Chucky leaning like Charles Lee Ray pouring a fo' This the School of Hard Knocks, we gotta stop the truancy Give 'em tips, it's not gratuity After a lil' fame I'm Lil' Wayne, this black life ain't got sh** to do with me This me and you, f** them other s**ers I still think you an undercover Empty, reload then bust a motherf**er That shotty got e'rybody in the house bu*t naked like, "Nino don't trust a motherf**er." But this n***a said, "17:38 military time, the semi busting" Cool "Gut shot, got him leaning back like Remy dumping" I'm like, "Cool!" Then the dumb n***a said, "Silencer on the strap, when I shoot it, it go pa-poose, sound like I'm calling Remy husband" That was fire? If it was fire then that's cool, I just wanna know what the f** gun goes "poose"? But you ain't gotta tell me if that's the case, that ain't where the sh** stop Cause I'm really with the sh**, so when the semi's splitting sh** and I get in some sh** I put the silencer on the strap it go "jah roo" (Ja Rule) sound like I'm calling 50 nemesis You mad n***a, well I'm glad, you can Cry Me A River, really doe Head shot will have him leaning on one like Justin in that video Aye, you say a lot of sh** that be nasty But having a whole round about a n***a balls, that's nasy You had a whole round about a n***a's junk, and they was consecutive You talked more about nuts than the Planter's executive Man, skip this b**h, hit his jaw, dent it twice I let the fo' clap him like a Simpson's fight Two Girls One Cup, I'm so sick of Clips, but I can end these black lives And start 'em on some George Soros sh** co*k back leave your torso split DZ's hit your chest on some Zorro sh** Every n***a I'm riding with, got more than two arms we in the Goro whip Aye Smack, this my land now Cause I see the possibility lines So I'ma proximity mine a [?] of time until everything in my proximity mine, you feeling me slime? But this n***a told Fab' he be moving the work b**h shut up, you don't be doing sh** I see it all over your face But if I even ponder, Stevie Wonder, over those keys I have your head all over the place But you? {Ill Will forced to stop} [Round 3: Charlie Clips] I said April 2009, what a time My battle with Tay Roc dropped, the whole world got a chance to hear from me August, 2011, what a time, what I did to Aye Verb had every battle rapper scared of me n***as wasn't even friends back then but they was hanging out Having conversations on how they was gon' prepare for me Now we in 2016 I've been bullsh**ting, battle rappers is no longer scared of me What I gotta do to make these n***as scared again? I see a gotta take a n***a like Ill Will and then chalk him out See you and your hype man be going crazy but we gon' see what that heart about Cause after tonight they gon say I Am Legend, right now y'all don't know what I'm talking 'bout But remember in I Am Legend it took Will and his dog to bring that monster out I'm Goku in that hyperbolic chamber n***a, n***a the air is real Gravity on 10,000, doing push ups I'm prepared to k** Be on the lookout, let these n***as know this ain't a cookout I seen y'all prepared to grill Well 100 n***as in Pontiac can die just for you staring Will (steering wheel) I air Mags, look at these broke n***as, they wanna get high, but they share bags Nickles and a zip lock, ironic, Pontiac be moving air bags Don't you dare laugh, cause k**ing you is my real a**ignment I'm a bad mechanic in Pontiac, I'm 'bout to f** up Will (wheel) alignment If I'm in Pontiac and I catch you in traffic, and you try to jam me n***a Two Glocks out the tool box on the Pontiac that come in handy n***a Oh, oh, oh, what? Is 'Yac Town in this b**h? You stand behind him cause that's your family n***a Well n***as die everyday behind the Will (wheel) B that's word to Brandy n***a What you say? Okay I see you talking so this is what I'ma do I'ma turn Pontiac into the exhibit/Xzibit once I grip my nine See they gon' find you in hood that part slipped my mind But they gon' find you on the windshield, hmmm around six they gon' fix my ride It's crazy cause I rearranged Pontiac like it was Pimp My Ride Mannequin Challenge, but no n***a not from me, I done froze your peeps You don't notice every time you the main event half of the crowd start to go to sleep? What you be paying this n***a? $1,500 to end the show? I mean, whoa that's deep I mean you actually think it's Good-Will get you the clothes for cheap I'll catch this n***a with the Smith while he on his Pursuit Of Happyness Kick the bathroom door and you'll see Will crying, life's a b**h So is the movie Hitch, I'll have Will lying Six n***as with me, that's 7 Pounds I'll have Will dying And this Smith in my hand co*k (Hanco*k) y'all gon' see Will flying No, no, no, no, no hold up, slow up I'm so motherf**ing mean with it n***a Will Smith got some many damn movies I'ma do a whole 'nother scheme with it I'll have a bunch of Men In Black at your door and they all aiming at your mug Y'all wanna die for Will? Suicide Squad Taking all these slugs, he'll go from Deadshot to shot dead In Detroit, I'll chase him with the snub Now it's the Ali movie, cause they found Will shaking in the Glove Hold up y'all, pardon me y'all, my spider senses is going off Pardon me y'all I really got to feel it That your aunt and your uncle been on my dick but you ain't riding with 'em You mad cause you got suited to black out and every line is Venom I will give William da fo' (Dafoe) even though he not the villain That was crazy, check this card, I got an Arsonal of views, I mean a lot of millions I'll make your b**h give me and T Top, that's a lot of children f** the bar, I brought my own bottle of Rum inside the building I get drunk push Tsu aside (suicide) and start robbing (Robin) Williams Now, we know I'm on TV doing my thang But I took this battle for those that was doubting me Cause I got word 'bout these b**h a** n***as and these hoes here was doubting me So you know what I did, right? ...(What's that?) Y'all don't know what I did? (What?!) I had a shooter Rose from the balcony I was gonna shout you out D. Rose but they f**ed it up But I'm still gonna have to clap a b**h I know your legs hurt but I'm make you take a knee like Kaepernick And since we on the subject of Knicks and we still clapping Remember he'll finger f** a n***a, so he'll probably feel (Phil) Jackson Get ready for his rebu*tal, it's gonna be hot [Round 3: Ill Will] Aye, that's D. Rose up there? Daaaamn, aye you like that sh** Clips said? That's what's up You did, I hope your leg stay f**ed up This n***a always get mad when somebody talk about this pops Look, n***a save the drama So yeah n***a we 'bout to talk about yo' punk a** daddy...baby mama Have y'all ever seen-I'm-I swear to God I'm- Have y'all ever-has anybody in here raise your f**ing hand if you seen Clips mama Dawg this n***a mama so f**ing fine brah I swear on my son- I'm not even rapping right now, she fine! Like n***a she bad, I just wanna go in like, like put my hands around her hips Go in for a kiss s** on them tits I'm a nasty n***a so I'll prolly do something like, sh**...cum in her pits Make her do this I don't know man, I don't know [Charlie Clips] That ain't nasty that's stupid [Ill Will] Aye, but you mad n***a? Well I'm glad n***a Now we know why his pops was snitching, he was trying to get back to that a** n***a But I will beat the f** out him But he will prolly press charges, that's what fear do But my first shotta, Surf mama, he pressing nines as soon as he hear Tsu My stock lifted, I don't wanna talk, why don't you and the Glock kick it You wanna fight? Clip will be f**ed up off the fade like Michael J. Fox did it You completely fallen off as a battle rapper Same recycled bars, same-n***a you need to sell something You got something in the arsenal/Arsonal so much you got me thinking you and Darrell f**ing "I got something in the arsenal/Arsonal" y'all gay But c'mon Clips we just miss that old Clips That, that, "oh sh**! That's some GOAT sh**!" You know, just damaging Now I don't know who f**ed up at the lines worse with Magic, you or Nick Anderson n***a you ain't the same, but f** you Tell your b**h to come here and bring that head over You know she a thot, my dawg/dog tagged off the neck like a dead soldier I'ma scheme, I used to sell five dollar rocks the size of lima beans Now I'm all grown up I got all kind of green Pills too, I can flip the script quicker than a drama queen f** you mean? But Clips, I got a bullet just for you, your size Trip, I give you a round where ever you at, I'm your tour guide I wanna know if you the GOAT, I need more than proof I'll shoot you while your who*e with you, just this young n***a that can afford to shoot You and your man's connected? These 2K's will turn y'all to orange juice So f** it, we gon' go your route n***a But I ain't gotta guess what room you in, I'm already in the house n***a I'm in the basement, waiting, he underprepared Watch your step Clips cause them People Under The Stairs You get the rawest of deals, I hit your jaw with the steel He in the hospital, they like, "It's Charlie Clips. Psych I lied!" He like, "Naw, this for real!" I'm an all around crowd pleaser Keep talking that work you gon' get the tips over the keys like a lounge singer You know, THAT problem You done finally came into that 'Yac problem Where the gat solve 'em The nine put the the- Hold on, hold on, hold on Naw, naw, I ain't chocking I just wanted to see if he'll help me solve a Math problem Aye but look, I ain't going on and on, I just wanted to talk about that cause It was so funny watching you act like you ain't know what was going on Math was right HERE, getting jumped like a motherf**er You were on camera looking dumb than a motherf**er But when Rex checked you about your pops I could tell you was pissed You wanted to bomb homie b**h tried to man up for her pops and go to war like Milan told him But bring that Milan sh** back, cause I don't care what Milan told him I'ma be getting mushu after dragging (dragon) Clips like Milan homie But look, ain't nobody playing with you Clips, yawn all you want Your girl ain't even playing A year ago he was probably like, "Baby, guess which room I'm in." "Boy I'ma k** you." Year later, "Baby guess what- "-n***a we got bills due." You childish and I don't feel you I know you Harlem but you too b**h like Alpo cooling with your father The whole world watching you drown like Truman in the water I'm on my way Clips, full locomotive train Clips If you better than stop it then If you got beef with me you better walk out the house with Colossus skin You Beast? No, I think you a Shih Tzu co*k back you Hank McCoy, your sh** blew/blue My n***a Clips, is you a thug or not? Cause I'll Storm in your house and cover you with the steel, now you Juggernaut Smack put me on the bill, I'm Gambit I make the card hot It's my throne, I'm who they feel here Charles Xavier is the only n***a taking Will (wheel) chair Take that sh** to Wild N Out, make sure that where that sh** stay November 20th is now known as What The f** Happened To Clips Day But I k**ed you n***a and I'm still your folks I just want you to know you going against Will your will get wrote n***a say they the best but I k**ed the GOAT Any Ill Will toward Ill Will... {Smack stops the battle}