Charlie Clips vs. T-Rex

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Round 1

T-Rex

Grown man bars … something he gotta deal with

No matter how many of them fabricated lines he bout to say

It ain’t gon equal up to this real shit

This nigga Smack is sucka, he got Harlem vs Harlem again

I be looking at Charlie’s battles I be lookin like

“Damn them uptown niggas is starting again

If you put us against any other borough I bet Harlem’ll win

But I’ma be honest he just taking me back to the 80’s

Cuz he just showin me a nigga that’s po’ will do anything to try to get rich

Fuck it I’m on Clips block with the Fif’ cocked

Big shots, hit em from the bottom to the tip top

It’s like a DM cuz his body is gon be in-box

He down to earth, that Fif will bring him Down To Earth like Chris Rock

Studio, graze ‘em by the head like they did Pac

Drive up, hit em again, like they did Pac

Silencer so quiet that you could hear a pin drop

I reload and fire again til the firing pin pop

He front like he got a live set, be my guest

Try Rex I’ma hit him and his squad next

It’s like Hurricane Harbor I leave everybody’s rides wet

Extendo, if I gotta name the size of this clip it’ll be a 5X

Cig grip just in case these nigs trip

I handle my biz quick once I get the bis-cuit

You a bitch trying to play tough, nigga you Ms. Fit

Your hammers in a no-fly zone ask Trick Trick

Know how I’ma do em? I’ma Amadu em

.41 hallelujah, his family I send a body to em

I’ma cock it and pop it, put the Tommy thru em

No face on his body, not even his momma knew em

I’m all about them green dollars

I never let a rookie take me out, I ain’t Reed Dollaz

It seem like his man is high, a couple shots will detox him

I clap til his head crack that’ll rerock him

Y’all think this nigga could beat me? Y’all type wildin

All my niggas is really gangstas and we about violence

You know that we all bout it

That mean we a cold bucket (buck it) on his head like a Ice Challenge

Let me give y’all one of Charlie’s schemes

He say “yo I’m in Rex crib, what a wonderful feeling

And magically he always finds a gun in the ceiling”

But right before he get to the killing

Stupid nigga ya dumbass gon die before you get in the building

Easy…

Charlie Clips

Damn, you got Hitman, Surf, B Magic, and motherfuckin Con

Aye Verb, Tay Roc, DNA, my nigga Rex, and John Da motherfuckin Don

Heard my nigga Ill Will couldn’t get to battle tonight

Oh well that just make me the motherfuckin god

Cuz besides my bro DNA I done battled every nigga

That’s on this motherfuckin card

This ain’t about uptown versus downtown

This is simply about who’s better

Reed Dollaz whipped yo ass on camera

Back in the days when he was way clever

And you got the nerve to compare yourself to Floyd

With all of them losses? I gotta say never

But then again the way you struggled with Reed/read

You might be Mayweather

What it do Rex?

Let me talk to a nigga in ya crew Rex, cuz you not the crook

If James Harden shaved his beard

You wouldn’t even know how a Rocket look

You been soft since Pre-K, gave em Lego’s he let the block get took

I tell my shooter “Jenga”

That nigga pull a piece out and ya whole block get shook

You mad over a joke I said against Tay Roc? Nigga get over that

Before I put you in a hospital and then visit ya room…

With that shoulder strap

I’m a ratchet parent at they kids graduation, that mean I over clap

They’ll find a cap inside ya gown

But they don’t know where ya diploma at

Jesus! One of my lines could make an Atheist say “Christ!”

If you wanna get Rex to chill all you gotta do is say ICE

We’ll discuss that a lil later, but with “these” though I’m way nice

Give em a choice in the elevator, you want the Solange or the Ray Rice?

I knew that line would have everybody raving, even Tay Roc gotta dig that

You know how many guns this champion carry?

Oh I kinda spit that backwards, let me fix that

I got a Wesson named it Bayless

Cuz all that smart talk it’ll make you Skip that

And another one named Steven cuz it’s A Smith that’ll push ya wig back

Y’all already know I’m so motherfuckin mean with it

Let’s bring that Steven A thing back and do a whole other scheme with it

I’m like pardon the interruption

But you never was that nigga in the first place

My bars loud, sound like they around a horn, and make the earth shake

I’ll put the gun outside the line of ya (4) forehead, you’ll get the first 8

But the bullet so big it’ll take half of ya wig on the First Take

“Deneneh! Deneneh!” you hear that right before I scorch niggas

You’ll get hit wit so many clips

You don’t know if you got shot or was watching Sports Center

They love my four bar build up but word is you hate the ingredients

When it’s time to write

I be running back and whipping fours like Adrian Peterson

Oh he don’t hear me…

I unload and then I reload

Then unload when I start dumping with the mac

Spray his family van, got all his kids jumping in his lap

His aunt kids slide to the front, even his mother getting clapped

They found him dead with Redskins and his Cousins on his back

Why slow it down when I just dissed you?

That’s why I be spitting every bar fast

Your shit up and down Rex, when you rhyme it remind me of a bargraph

I split you down the middle like a Philly

Or I’ll load up and hit you with a hard jab

You gon wake up and look like Cassidy right after the car crash

Round 2

T-Rex

Clips is gon get his guys caught like Guy Court

Another nigga banging the hammer for what his guys thought

Better walk to the side or get found on the sidewalk

His people don’t know why he died, they said it was gods fault

This punk shit, that ain’t what I do

I rap scrap, but I’ll clap back like Ja Rule

I been holding the .45 since I was 5’2”

Now I’m 5’4” with a sawed-off see how I grew?

Dot Mob, oh yeah that’s my crew

We got a couple shooters but we also carry ours too

If you niggas try to play with us, your guys through

We pull up with them Trays we like Sonics at the drive thru

Some niggas is puss and some niggas be leery

Some get robberyphobia whenever they be wearing they jewelry

But me I got mine out, he take it, I’m back with the 9 out

With intentions on blowing his mind out

Self made, nobody put me on my feet

Before I starve, shit I’d go pardon my piece

That’s word to Zay Zay Pu Pu and all my neice

I mean that .45 slowed him down, back shot took him out

He ran from the double barrel, he took the Ricky route

Ask about Rex, I’m a monster when the blicky out

I’ma keep shooting til I hear that “click-click’n” sound

Born a gansta, mobster, grown man

Mossberg, Desert Eagle, they call me The Birdman

I’m shooting with two hands kneeling on one knee

Clap at Clips, hit the lady in 1D

70 a gram, tell me whoever want D

Navy Seal shooters, tell me whoever want beef

Sheesh, this nigga better get his run on

My mac spit fast it’s getting it’s Big Pun on

Easy

Charlie Clips

In 4 months this the 3rd nigga I gotta kill

From the d-d-d-d-twat mob

A rap group that gotta ask Mook for permission, them niggas not hard

20% ass grab and 30% left went and got jobs

And the last 50% we look at Rex and think they got robbed

You got mad over that line? Grow some balls stop acting like a fuckin hoe

How you get mad cuz

I mention something the whole world already fuckin know

You could’ve called my phone like a real nigga

And told me how much that line was hurting you

Instead you called Goodz like “this nigga dead, I’m getting personal”

You faggot ass nigga, let me explain something to you

Personals don’t make a nigga a threat

Battle rap is about bars, personals is when a nigga wanna get decked

This ya squad?

Look like a bunch of niggas that’ll run when I start grippin that tech

Cuz if this the team coach Rex

I know it gotta be a bunch of niggas that Jet

Ayo DNA, you see his baby moms in Queens my nigga?

You better check her

Remember they a bunch of niggas that Jet

So they won’t do nothing when Eric Deck her (Decker)

Now you see? That was a BAR but Rex wanna get personal

Cool I got a couple bangers in the stash

I know when you was in school

You used to be the best dancer and singer in ya class

Okay I’m lying, but I know how many times you really got robbed

And I’m not a stranger to ya past

And I also know when you fuck bitches you like to put ya fingers in ya ass

Rex you finger pop yourself bro and I put that on everything

You know the twin Lynn Rose from uptown?

Oh yeah she told me everything

How you keep her face inside her ass

And when she want her money you’ll let it ring

One time you put ya finger in ya ass, took it out and lost ya wedding ring

That’s nasty, one step away from being gay if you ask me

When you battled Verb you was staring in Diddy eyes longer than Cassie

We both from Harlem so come visit Charlie

So you know where the macs b (Max B)

Soon as the show start the shit whistle at ya dogs, that’s lassie

Aye I heard you and ya wife getting a divorce, or you gotta be one dumb groom or a stupid bride

Cuz you putting fingers in ya ass and she was fuckin AR-16 but you made her choose a side

Hold on for a minute, I gotta address his wife cuz it’s do or die

Ironic she got an AR in her mouth

But you was the one committing suicide

I know what y’all thinking, like “goddamn how Clips get so nice?”

Like how you let Mook live yo life?

You stand around while you let yo man go platinum here/hair

You Sisqo wife

If I dig in her pants and point the deuce it ain’t disco night

I hit K, they’ll find Shine on the roof, that’s a disco light

I got a question for you though, how you wanna do it?

You wanna get physical nigga? Wanna go bar for bar?

You my man so lets keep it lyrical nigga

I’m a G that OD, let’s get spiritual nigga

I got a special K, Shine let ya man know I’m a serial/cereal killer

You claim to be a hustler, like you saying you moving the P

Why Rex? PY-REX, what you know about whipping up in that pyrex

All night cheffin’ in that kitchen

Til the fiends come for that pie Rex

You dominos nigga, “extra cheese-“ just get the pie Rex!

You send Daylyt and Tay Roc after me, I done got them niggas

Left em on ya doorstep all bloody, I done shot them niggas

Y’all wanna go to Hands? We could do that and we got them triggers

(DNA: Ayo get that nigga Clips!)

Hold on don’t touch my ass, we not them niggas…

Round 3

T-Rex

One day I was driving down the street listening to R&B and Hip-Hop

It was his man Vado on the radio, I was like “damn yo that shit hot”

It was so hot that Kay Slay dropped a bomb and played it from the tip top

And I heard Vado say some shit like

“I’m from the same block as Lou Sims and Charlie Clips pops”

That’s the thing that made me think about “who’s Charlie Clips pops”

I called a old head from my block

That knew about the old heads from his block

And they said “Charlie Clips pops

Was the nigga that told on Lou Sims when them clips dropped”

They told me things, they told me his name was Leon

They told me about Leon cars and Leon drinks

Told me about Leon broads and Leon minks

They said his moms just being with her for being in Leon’s space

They was ready to box her

That’s how bad they wanted to get Leon spanked

It wasn’t even know head detective, it was Leon case

“I’m mi-“ that nigga start singing, I think Leon Case

He start singing and rapping I think Leon’s Drake

That nigga told over some punk ass 20 years, I hate that shit

My cousin Jim Ice ain’t ready to tell right now and he got 18 in

I woulda thought a nigga like that would tell

Cuz he trying to make a way for his kids

Take me all out of Harlem and have it safe where they live

I mean you can’t even tell all the things that he did

But that nigga father told for free, he ain’t even gotta pay on a bridge

As a kid I was raised not to tattle tell

Before you label me a snitch I’d rather jail

I’d miss my son and my wife, yeah I’d be mad as hell

But it’s consequences to ya actions you learn that as well

See that nigga will tattle tell to get out of jail

Ayo Ted, I might need you to call Caesar so we could brand em

Will give em a tat, you could tell by that tat he’ll tell

You wonder why his lil brother is so good in B-ball

They wonder why his lil brother Jiggy Josh was so good in B-ball

Cuz his father was playing ball in the streets with that D

Til he got picked off

And met niggas in the middle of the court and got em tipped off

I hate that shit

My cousin ain’t ready to tell right now and that nigga got 18 in

His last battle was out in Jersey

He mentioned Rich Porter that’s the shit that made me really hot

Cuz Rich Porter was an official nigga

He ain’t supposed to be talking bout a nigga that’ll thrill the block

And get a nigga whole building locked

To be real if Rich was alive he would’ve kilt ya pops

I hate that shit

My cousin Ice ain’t ready to tell right now and he got 18 in

I’m from 112 St where some of the hardest live

I mean this nigga pops got a couple of my lil niggas fathers bids

So if any of them niggas start to swing on em

I don’t want em to think he starting shit

Cuz where I’m from we fuck niggas up for what they father did

My 2 rounds probably wasn’t the greatest & being a man let me own that

But I just wanted all of the really niggas in the building to know

His father is a rat and that’s a known fact

But I’ma leave that thing alone, I’ma close that

Nah, I’m jokin, if we went shopping we couldn’t close/clothes that

You know shit is bad when ya sister is mad

And ya son gotta grow up like, “this is my dad”

The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime star

He’ll always be in jail Charlie, minus the bars, grown man bars…

Charlie Clips

I told my grandmoms I don’t wanna get personal with Rex

And she replied “grandson, you know I fuckin love you

You got the heart of 100 lions

But sometimes baby you could be a little bit too fuckin humble”

I said “what you mean grandma?” she said

“You the type to have a gun on ya waist

See ya enemy and wouldn’t even try backing in out

If you got a chance to shoot Rex and you don’t take that shot

Don’t bring yo ass back in my house”

Hung the phone up in my face

And that automatically boosted up my pride and my glory

I wanna give him BARS!

But after that, I gotta tell y’all my side of the story

See my real name is Charles Leon Brown III, yes, Charlie Brown

And it’s 3 of us, my grandfather, my pops and me

All got a funny name but you could still see the G in us

My grandfather died, my pops serving life

So he was forced to give the game up

I could’ve went the street route like him

But I chose to do this rapping thing and keep my name up

Now unlike Dot Mob we ain’t never been pistol whipped

Never been knocked out and never been getting robbed

And this ain’t something I’m proud of

But my father was the leader of a group called The Lynch Mob

Who’s the Lynch Mob? Well it was a bunch of niggas getting money

And when it was beef they used to open niggas faces

Now that’s all y’all gon get from me

Cuz I ain’t about to stand up here and reopen niggas' cases

Something told me Rex was gon call my pops a snitch

And being that this battle rap, some of y’all was gon say that’s right

Well if my father’s a snitch

How come he’s the only one out his whole crew serving life?

Knowing you rat is to do less time

Ya family get relocated

You get protective custody well here’s the problem y’all

My father serving life in general population

And my family still live in Harlem y’all

The nerve of a nigga that been knocked out and robbed before

To get some lies from these niggas thinkin he can make it work

I got 16 racks and I’ll give you half of that

If you could provide us with paperwork

Exactly you couldn’t find no skeletons in my closet

So yo bitch ass tried to search where my pops live

My moms took care of me you bitch ass nigga

You could never judge me by nothing by Pops did

She took care of me and my brothers on her own

This is real rap I ain’t trying to win a grammy

She just escaped Cancer, fuck Rex I’m trying to talk to Randy

My mother worked in a number hole and cops almost beat her to death

I don’t think you understand me

Fuck my Pops life, my Moms was the real gangsta of my family!

And on top of that her son is a G, that’s why I don’t have situations

Nobody got nothing on me in battle rap, not even that last situation

When niggas tried to subtract my gangsta

Said my punches ain’t add up in that Math situation

I was thinking BIG, get him out of Cali so that won’t be his last situation

I had on slippers against Daylyt, I wasn’t expecting no action for the night

I would’ve put my sneakers on

If I knew niggas was gon turn battle rapping into a fight

They surrounded Math like parenthesis

Tried to treat him like Passion Of The Christ

He did his numbers

But I jumped in so they wouldn’t take a fraction of his life

That’s real shit, shoutout to Hoffa, cuz we all know how Brooklyn do

I’m from Harlem but every time I look at you

I wanna put a fist, knife, bullet or a foot in you

I walk thru every hood on my own, I don’t ever need a pistol in my hand

Oh you mad cuz I helped the nigga that pistol whipped ya man

What’s the problem? So you mean to tell me

Dot Mob don’t fuck with me cuz Math my boy

And I get along with the nigga?

Y’all should be mad at Murda, he pistol whipped Mook

And Mook did a song with the nigga

I just wanna know what’s wrong with you niggas

Y’all support a nigga that got robbed before

The way he got robbed it was so awful it remind me of Vicks

Fam rubbed on ya chest and took everything cold off you

That’s because you are not a gansta

You’re just a rapper with nice talent

When Head ICE man knocked you the fuck out

I was thinking to myself like “yo Ice wilding”

But I heard you was outside like

“What’s popping my nigga, you know me, I like violence”

You got knocked out and woke up with ALS from that ICE Challenge

Lord that was crazy, can you please forgive me for my sins

Cuz that was a crazy thing to say

When I battle Dot Mob niggas I be feeling like Denzel in a crazy way

Cuz against Roc I was a Man On Fire

And tonight y’all getting the same display

I took a flight out to Cali, hopped off and started Training Day

They said He Got Game, no he got aim

I squeeze until the muzzle burst

So many bullets they could fill up a train cart

Jesus he got a Shuttlesworth

I feel unstoppable with these 2 Gunz

Even Denzel know when I speak it’s fire

Everybody from Dot Mob will die the same way, I’m The Equalizer

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