Charlie Clips vs. Conceited

Round 1

Conceited

Ever since you been battlin’ you put on all kind of weight

This nigga so fat he’ll try to put food on a license plate

I mean this is some real shit, name one crime you had to deal with

You ain’t got a misdemeanor

Your records cleaner than one of Will Smith’s

You don’t get the steel 5th and let it peel quick

With the blade I’ll cut Clips like an editor

You ain’t a projector so how you real Clips?

As soon as my dog catch ya he got a pound full of strays

I bet yo fat ass wish this pound was some cake

I will grab the Nina let that bitch take him out like a date

All that shit that you make up will only cause medics to come

When the MAC go pow to ya face

Nigga you ain’t down to play and light the steam

Even if he is cockin’ the five, this cat pops in the sky like The Lion King

Every gun you sea sick, I won’t wait for war to wave

To show you what drama mean

I pull out that iron thing it’s like a circus act

Cause the cannon shoot clowns when the fire ring

Honestly I’ll go all in his house, the flame turn his brains into change it’ll be all in the couch

Any survivors left and that larkin’ will sprout

You guys wanna take shots then Captain Morgan’s comes out

Slow it down, I just dissed you

You guys wanna take shots? Get capped and more guns come out

Slow it down once more

You wanna take shots? Get capped, them organs come out

You see, I know the shit that get Clips really mad

Everybody in Harlem still think he trash

You know it’s fucked up when not even Dot Mob is feelin’ his ass

And then you take a L to B Magic

You see that’s the shit that get him pissed off

But he be like, ‘It was an even draw, I wasn’t on my shit Con’

This nigga tried to tell me it’s a cheap tie

That’s the type of shit that Clips on

Nigga I got hollow’s in them piss stalls

Like a referee I’ll give a tip off

And after it air it’s like London because you won’t see no Prince, Charles

Ha!

Charlie Clips

I ain’t one of these new jacks, I been on every block with a few packs

How ironic

I got fiends at King Of The Dot that can’t wait for that new SMACK

Told my Grandmoms I’m battlin’ Con she said, ‘Baby, who’s that?’

I said, ‘A midget that left Battle Rap to join Wild N Out for two racks’

She said, ‘Ooh, just two racks? He must be broke baby’

I said, ‘Yeah Grandma that’s a true fact’

He moved out his Mom’s crib

Nick Cannon ain’t send no money, now he forced to move back

Ain’t Luciano Crakk a part of yo squad?

Well tell him chill for this tool clap

It’ll split him in half, turn you to a petty hustler

Cause you workin’ with two cracks

What it do Con? I’m witty with these bars, I don’t punch line like you Con

If he in denial he gettin’ ran over to the truck

Til’ his body in the shape of a Yukon

Go ahead and call me husky like I’m Khalid El-Amin

We all know that’s true Con

Well like El-Amin I let it point guard while I’m shootin’ for you Con

You know Khalid El-Amin right?

That was a point guard, he was shooting for UConn

For callin’ me husky, ya’ll see how many shots his mask got

I counted about 2 Con

With the way I chef up these bars, I should be down with the Wu, Con

If we fightin’, Inspectah Deck then imma send him to you God

You battled Hitman and yo ass got booed by everyone

Now you got no money on yo debit card and yo Battle Rap credit done

I got a shooter, he an artist, that nigga will draw on everyone

For a light bill I’ll send him to Con and make him edit son

I know you like my swag nigga, you could tell I found a new religion

This shirt made my Leo but the cargos is True Religion

Got an old gun on my dresser, I’ll change it put the newest clip in

Five sang and one crack head, that’s New Edition

Why would they put Scotty Slippin’ to Rap with Jordan?

Everybody in here know that my Raps important

But you wanna “Slow It Down” three times like SMACK important

I’ll smack ya gun then step on the barrel like I’m Captain Morgan

I wanna go three minutes but I’m forced to finish him early

I freestyled cause yo ass cheated, we only supposed to go a minute and 30

Round 2

Conceited

So ya’ll really put this pretty boy against this heavy man?

Since you think your life’s a movie Clips, I’ll turn this to a concession stand

Let you be the one that I see

If it’s not ??? I’ll still take ya chips

I’ll pop-corns and buck it you better get a life-saver Clips

Cause it takes nothin’ but a finger

And these nerds know caps air heads when I’m raisin’ it

I heard in Toronto they say the West ends the best end

So I pull up on ya bitch with her best friend

As soon as I say, ‘Hi’ it’s sweet

Once I holla they in and ya hoe tell everybody in the West end

If you get ends then I’m takin’ nigga

You flossin’ any kind of paper nigga

In Toronto you can be robbed for it like the Mayor nigga

I’ll get the pump and the fuel will fill you up, no petrol

I could get the stock then the cal lift on ya like the West Coast

Matter of fact I don’t give a fuck, anybody can die when that tech blow

I’ll turn into a bar and lounge cause I don’t care who could get smoked

Bullets goin’ through the halls like they got strep throat

I ain’t gotta guess what room you in they comin’ through the walls like asbestos

Brand new bullets right where his chest go

So when I said I brought fresh rounds to take his breath away I meant toast

I’ll catch you while you givin’ ya wife XO’s

Put you and that little bitch both under covers like Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Nigga don’t get it twisted like licorice, I’m for real

I’m with the Clips(e) I point caps with the sweeper, that’s a wicked witch

Bring the toys and the stock in to fire places like Christmas gifts

Listen Clips, I’ll do you like the landlord see the tenant

He kick him out now he evict him

Slow it down, I just dissed you

I said you see the 10 it start kickin’ out now he’s a victim

So all that stuff you try to be talkin’ you better stop it Clips

I’ll pop the fifth, squeeze glocks and put in a deep plot for the Drama clips

Charlie Clips

What’s up with all this celebrity nut huggin’ you be doing?

Here’s a few things somebody told ya boy

You used to be on Twitter every day tryin’ to get a DM from Soulja Boy

Then you took a picture with Drake, all of a sudden he’s ya favorite

Ain’t that ironic, Soulja Boy & Drake

You just did a freestyle to the song “My Nigga We Made It”

Stop followin’ after celebrities Con, I really hope it’s worth the cheddar

You got mad and dissed Joe Budden and Kevin Durrant cause they both thought Surf was better

Damn, you really my man, so it hurts when I start blastin’ them

But if you try to get with one more male celebrity

Your new name gon’ be Kim Condashian

You see how I caused disaster people, when he talkin’ that drama

No I said I’m Dizaster’s people, I walk with a Llama

Let his bitch look like Michelle, let her talk to Obama

This dick the bomb, she Spanish I bend Latins over, let her talk to Osama

Shout-out to my nigga Swave, we both from Harlem, is this a Homi? Yes

If I don’t get my money, I’m in yo crib, I be all up in yo Mommy neck

For that green I got every gun, from a shotgun, shit to an Army tech

For that money you’ll get stretched for the green like bonnie dress

I’m freestylin’ off the top again, but nigga they know

I could let of 100 Bulletz but the cops won’t know

Cause I get rid of 100 Bulletz like J-Pro

Tell yo bitch to lay low, how her neck go? She know how the cum feel

But I had to stop cause she kept throwing up like Fresco against Yung Ill

I do this shit from the heart no matter the cheddar

It was snowin’ and I still flew out here, I love ya’ll no matter the weather

These bars gon’ make this nigga die, he gon’ panic forever

You know you that nigga when ya bars can bring SMACK and Organik together

Round 3

Conceited

Yo Clips, ya wife is a whore that’s why she dig how I’m dressin’

I mean she’s feelin’ the fit and feelin’ the kid kicks like she’s pregnant

Nigga you can get it anywhere that’s Craigslist

As soon as I see him I made the tech spit

And I’ll let it offer Clips on site like Netflix

You see I could be like Geppetto and get this fake boy the long nose

But I could also be a car salesman and give him that four though

But instead since you actin’ Clips, you gettin’ this Emmy like an award show

Lord knows I light off steal, period tell ya men stroll

If somethin’ hot flashes we might all peel

Nigga I had ya wife for real, I’m the reason why ya broad missin’

When I fuck I make all of her twist

That’s why she won’t let Charles dick in

Nigga ya squad trippin’ then I pop chrome

You will go straight in a nap like a hot comb

Nigga you know damn well you ain’t got the glock on

So what you gonna do then Mark?

You won’t cap at all you sweet and you left the stock home

In Battle Rap I’m on top though, nigga this is not an even score

Ya punch line rank is five, mine is one

Is that why you think we equal for?

Nigga you have never looked clean before

You could tell it’s some notes that I spent

As far as money this male good I could loan you some cents

I said I cologne you some scents

Nigga I’ll go where he rest, everybody in that place gets stretched

If they ain’t at the house chilling, I’m wherever they at aimin’ techs

With these 3 K’s he’ll be crossfire wherever they hangin’ next

Nigga I spray the tech it’s not a flag when I raise up that poll with the red dot like Japan

Nigga you will get more than nicked, when these toys start talkin’ like Kablam

Since you the one I should kill, these will go in the Clips like Kazaam

He be the man I click on without havin’ to call

The shotgun give him a bullet without catchin’ a ball

Ya whole squad could get hit when I’m clappin’ it off

I’ll do it like the store Lids cause imma give caps at a mall

I said imma giver caps at them all, Han!

Charlie Clips

What’s poppin’ Con?

Oh let me guess, when you got a glock in palm

Imma get hot round for the cheese like Papa John

Nigga please, if yo Mother snitched I’m at her door but not to pop her Con

Imma electrocute that bitch, I’m tryin’ to shock her Con

You got booed somethin’ crazy against Hitman

The fans was tryin’ to dismiss you and you said

‘The next nigga that boo me, imma slow it down and diss you’

I love Battle Rap but this shit’s depressin’

Half of us ain’t grippin’ Wesson’s

But you know it’s bad when we start thinkin’ our slogans is a weapon

I could see Fox callin’ yo phone like

‘Nigga, Heartless swung on me in the Jungle, where you at? I need to hold the pound, what kind of gun you got for man?’

You like, ‘Nigga, I got the Slow It Down’

Is it a MAC? Is it a pump? Is it an Uzi? Is it a pistol?

Do niggas really die when you slow it down?

Like does it hurt when it actually diss you?

I’m just askin’ you Con cause you gotta grow up

I’m not playin’ you Con, you bust ya hammer?

‘You ain’t got the answers!’ Pardon me for par swaying you Con

Nick Cannon treatin’ you like an outcast

How much he payin’ you Con?

You not a Big Boi, you got 3,000 for the season, I see the Andre in you Con

But let’s get back to the bars though, I had to school him

I just wanted to make sure this nigga learnin’

See this my muthafuckin’ man

But when you step in this ring I become a different person

Word to the homie Tyshane, I grab the knife, poke him, twist and turn them

Ya’ll ain’t seen Hawks wildin’ like this since Richard Sherman

Listen this is my ring, don’t step in here

Listen this is my ring, aw fuck

Sike, I lied nigga!

“Slow It Down” Sike,

Con that’s the worst slogan that I ever heard

Worst thing I did was when you first made that battle and I memorized every word

But this what imma do right cause this my ring

This is how you get in it Con

I said you wanna fight, then get invited, the knife gon’ enter this Con

No I said I kick his door down, how I enter calm

Soon as them shots enter Con that’s the end of Con

Talk, I listen, then buzz his top like an intercom

Whoever talked, through me off you know that was some bullshit but imma finish Con

You a cheatin’ ass nigga, every round was supposed to be a minute Con

Go ahead and finish Con