Charlie Clips vs. Illmaculate

The full lyrics to the clash between two of the biggest names from their respective coasts.

Watch the battle and see how people reacted to it.

Round 1

Charlie Clips

Word is y’all wanted to watch Sir Charles ball out in Phoenix again

That ain’t even a punchline & y’all can already see the crowd feel that

They say “chill Clips, you’re going against Illmac’

He’s a White rapper you shouldn’t let this steel clap”

Well the Calicoe I brought is not the host of this battle that was real rap

I’ma put this man behind bars all night for nothin you should feel Black

Momma told me slavery ended a long time ago

But I seen these leagues still pickin’ cotton and his name is Ilmac’

Well what’s poppin’ cracker?

The main nigger is home, he want his field back

You got killed by Hollow & Conceited in one hour, you should feel wack

You got lost for words & had to read a The Saurus to get your skills back

Is it Illmac-u-late or Illmac-u-let?

Well Illmac-u-let your wig get peeled back

My wordplay is too amazing, I know the crowd feel that

You see these leagues put a battery in his back

And they paid me to come and kill that

Cuz overcharging a battery is the main reason that we kill Macs

Petty hustler bars, oh that mean my flow past crack

I raise the glock or raise the stock, like I know NASDAQ

I’ll let him hold have that

He’ll eat so many shells his autopsy report will read Joe's Crab Shack

I don’t leave my crib to go and hustle

The fiends come by and then they buy again

They pull up, I give the work-out by the door, that’s the iron gym

Big gat, knock off fat, if I miss then I’ma try again

It’s a gauge and this 1-12 will have you dying Slim

I don’t talk about pullin’ guns out on Twitter

Cuz these ain’t the kind of shots to follow

I’m on Eastern Time, I kill him tonight, that mean he died tomorrow

I feel like battle rap cameramen

I zoom in with the cannon like Twizz give him a lot of Hollows

But if I pan, I turn this fruit into a vegetable, that’s Avocado

I hope you don’t think my nigga came from Roc-A-Fella cuz Freeway kid
I roc fellas, the gun
poking out like Freeway beard

Freestyle off the top but we all know you ain’t gon’ say shit

Fuck it I freestyled off the top, I’m on some Day’ shit

You want bars? I’m just joking with you niggas

He thought I fucked up, I was just showing him I’m straight nice

You nice, but you ain’t gon’ do shit for Real, you Daylyt

Illmaculate

Look, Charlie, I give a fuck if you got praise

I hope you brought your girl with you

I’ma treat you like QP and pull your boo off stage

Matter of fact, I’ll pull your girl’s girl right here

Treat her like Daylyt and pull your boo’s boo of stage

I don’t know if you right in the head like mental stability

But you have several abilities

Of forcing wordplay and stretchin’ your similes

He’ll end up in a box when I’m addressing him lyrically

Why would you even stamp him?

He ain’t the whole package, just got a special delivery

He’ll say lines like, “I might rumble with a lot of shit”

That’s you? But he sells it well

You’re like a used car salesman, Clips

You take garbage and you sell it well

Example, you watch his battles live thinking dude has got some skill

Until you see the footage back and it loses all appeal

Cuz you brought that shit he sold you thinking, “Ooh, I got deal”

Then gone a block down the street and it’s “Oh, I lost a wheel”

For real! Y’all gas this cat, man

Most of what you wrote in your verses is stale as shit

Only reason it comes across on the surface is a boat full of merchants, That’s salesmanship

Clips, I’m spitting facts, your shit is wack

Soon as we interact I twist his cap

Quicker than a silverback can skin a cat

Want me to break down Clips y’all? Here’s his formula

Something about a gun being this small or this tall

Reference a Jersey number when it draws or list off a team’s roster,

Phoenix Suns, that’s your pitfall, see now your jigsaw has been solved

Shit y’all, he cancelled his battle with Big Kannon

He’ll try to play off BK had him shy

I guess what Chi did to BK in the playoffs had him shook of BK in the Chi

Bitch I’ll walk to Chicago with a kilo of Doctor Zhivago

We can go mano-a-mano homie, I’m el Blanco Diablo

Yeah, he cancelled his battle two weeks ago

Tried to move around the date, too afraid of losing like his weight

But look at him

Like that’s the first time Charlie’s had too much on his plate

Fuck it, you can catch this L then

He flew here, struggled to belt himself in

And that’s why he takes so many battles

He’s literally trying to stretch himself thin

Time!

Round 2

Charlie Clips

Yo, you’re right, I did cancel my battle with Big Kannon

And I wanna apologize to Chicago from the bottom of my heart

I know I had that whole city and state very tight

I said but that’s funny

I can cancel a battle and still make every site

I didn’t want Big Kannon to think he was very light

I could have showed him I was very nice

Where I’m from they shoot all day

I can hear a big cannon rappin’ every night

I said I’m freestylin off the top

And I already know this nigga can’t stand Charlie

Yeah but when I come to Arizona what they say?

“You the man, Charlie”

Damn, it’s funny my name Charles so I be feelin’ like the man Barkley

Tossed the gun and get my white shooter to kill you, Dan Majerle

Ah shit! No protection from these bars, I’m on my raw shit

Yeah, they felt my bars but say I lost it

4-5th on my side the shot will go through Caustic, go through KG

Knock Cor’ on the wall and make Cor stick

I say every gun in my bag, they know it’s big like Ted arms

When it’s beef I also bear arms like Ted arms,

Beer, Ted, freestyle off the top if you hear arms

We hate arms, 40 Cal. got insurance on him, that’s State Farm

I don’t got a problem to fly anywhere

For the right amount of bread I’ll travel on site

Shoot his body to so many pieces

They had to Sketch his DNA like the first battle of the night

I’m whipping this boy ass off the top

And he shaking his head so he know it

I got a shooter and the KG I know ain’t a Poet

I’m doing this shit off the top

‘Bout to turn this nigga whole frame into barbecue

I hate midgets and guess what? I also came with that Arsonal

Hold on, where we at Phoenix? Where we at? Where we at Arizona?

I told them niggas I want something good to smoke

And they give me Arizona? Well I’ll air-a-zone you

I wanna shout out to everybody from Arizona

Did you dig that?

Yeah, I don’t want y’all thinking I’m freestyling off the top

Like that was a quick scam, I just stumbled

I know it look like I’m going down in some quicksand

But I just want y’all to know if I pull out and let this 5th blam

We in Arizona? So he shouldn’t mind his mouth on this big can

Lock and loaded, and you that know you can feel ‘mac

I woke up on an Illmac with a ill mac

Spread his body got everybody like, “eww mac”

That’s a freestlye off the top and I know y’all could all feel that

You had a record label and got dropped

It’s sad you had to give your deal back

Illmaculate

Yo, he freestyled a whole round, well fuck it, get an L

You said “off the top” so many times, bitch trust me, we could tell

You know what? That shit was ass

I’m glad you brought up State Farm though

Now you seen he ain’t Progressive cuz he ain’t got Flow

Yo, you’re on some bullshit, Clips, like a Porta-Potty

I’m on my Bull shit, Clips, Jordan, Scotty

For that paper I’ll turn into an animal, origami

He won’t wanna talk about the battle like a former Nazi

Dawg, I’ll war with Charlie like a foreign army

And check him before he cross the line like a border crossing

It’s sad, Clips fans keep reinforcing Charlie

Even when he’s forced and sloppy

Corny, cocky

I swear he get a no-show and they would still sworn he got me

This about to be a long day

I’m sick of hearing you’re undefeated, that’s what y’all say

But he got spazzed on my with Serius/Sirius, like Kanye on Sway

I’m sick of Charles saying he’s undefeated

It’s too easy, he loses routinely

Why put Clips in front of a mag like News Weekly

When he got killed fuckin’ with Magic like Houdini?

Undefeated? How is that when you’re rounds are trash?

What about Tay Roc? He couldn’t escape Roc like Alcatraz

Look I’m bout to spaz, break it down if you learn slower

Undefeated, examine the word closer

You’ll lose possession of that title the second my third’s over

But you ain’t had possession since you lost to Roc that’s a turnover

All facts, O-Red beat you but it wasn’t all that

Put that on SMACK

If that was Proving Grounds neither one of y’all cats

Would have been called back

Dawg, how are you arguably undefeated

When you’re the only one that’s arguing you’re undefeated?

Peep it, I give a fuck if he think he a heavyweight

He can lose, Heartless already killed you, never make an excuse

Fuck a tier, here you’ll see a legend making the news

Perfect you got sonned by a son

Cuz I could get your whole generation removed

I can’t fathom why he look so glad rapping till I GladWrap him

The Hanzo Blade slayed a 1000 masked clansmen

Broke The Grand Wizard’s Black magic & beheaded The Grand Dragon

The Last Dragon

Play like I'm not respected your face will get complimented backhanded

Dawg, if we exchange hands like a transaction

You better keep your eyes on the hands like Pan's Labyrinth

Look where you at damn it

I rap at a standard you weren’t able and I’m glad it’s panoramic

So the fans can understand I’m an attacker from all angles

Time!

Round 3

Charlie Clips

I remember them Grind Time days like it was yesterday

I used to watch your battle and catch mad chills

You, The Saurus, Dizaster all displaying mad skills

Had so much Poison in your Pen

I thought them groupie bitches would give you mad feels

But Lush told me you never rock

The erect’ (Drect) all the hoes gave you was Madd Illz


Damn, homie, in GrindTime you was the man, homie

What the fuck happened to you?

It’s ironic you left the game to use cane you came out looking old, ‘Mac

You out your noodle if you think you gon’ beg me for my cheese

I’m cold, ‘Mac

You a pimp? Well I don’t mean to laugh Steve Jobs but I ain’t sold, Mac

Five bitches, he wouldn’t go to F1, you probably fold, ‘Mac

I know you hate them mac references

Every battle rapper it sounds like it get repeated

Well they pay me to do that shit

I can’t control the tab when my presence is needed

If you stop spittin’ multis and spaced bars

Maybe your swag would get completed

But instead you backspace and that’s why your career get deleted

You can do the personals if you want but bar-for-bar Im straight vicious

I just brought a new gun, put a beam on top, that mean I ain’t missing

That mean the Clippers came with dots all on ‘em, that’s Blake Griffin

You know what? Fuck my next line

Your real name is Gregory Poe

Gregory Poe, that don’t sound like the name of a celebrity

You got me backwards, poor Gregory

I’ma talk to you about something my nigga

I’ma tell you something about these bars my nigga

I’m getting’ wild, bro

I’ll murder your dog, food for thought, that was Alpo

Let me talk to this nigga for a minute

With these lines I’m the bomb, bro

You try to block me, you won’t make it to see the morning/Mourning

That’s Alonzo

Tell your Moms it’s a blood sport

I catch a ride and I hit your Moms, bro

With the Tommy Gun, hit a van

Damn (Van Damme) you should have seen what I did with that Tom, Poe

Bar after bar, I guess these niggas stuck with me

What happened Arizona? I thought all you niggas fuck with me

I’m the best nigga doing this shit and all of y’all gassed tiers

Least I ain’t gone like Calicoe, talking ‘bout “y’all loved me last year”

I said I did this shit for y’all, we all know Illmac’ I didn’t need that

I got a Big Kannon spittin’ all in your face like this the rematch

These niggas ain’t really nice with all that, I make ‘em seem wack

Arizona I just did this for y’all, I love the feedback

Illmaculate

Yo, he spit that whole round like he was gon’ hit me with loud shots

But only way he could get cheers was Daylyt’s first round

Giving the crowd props

Fuck it, mute that shit, you better of tryin’ rhyme silent

Why you side eyeing?

Damn, homie, tonight you won’t get rich but you gon’ die tryin’

Man, I’m sick of fans writing me

Saying my albums too good asking why it’s free

And I should charge a higher fee when Teddy Grizzle wires me

I’m sick of entire leagues biting me including you

I mean there’s a line between taking a rhyming scheme

And biting an entire underlying thing

For instance, my third round against Bigg K

Inspire his second round against Tay

Clearly, no debating

I mean he was in the same place on the same day

We had battle of the year, clearly, no debating

I mean, it was a clever angle I wasn’t surprised when he jacked it

But maybe there’s an explanation for why he did it

Cuz saying he didn’t is the biggest stretch imagine

Maybe he wouldn’t have did it if he was less distracted

Maybe he was so engulfed by my third round when I rapped it

He took the ending literally and thought it never happened

I mean, it could happen, right?

Come to think of it, maybe I didn’t even spit what I think I did

See I can be reasoned with, maybe you’re not a piece of shit

Maybe that alternate reality theme you bit

Was actually original and your scheme to flip

Maybe, I mean that seems legit, right?

Now that’s what you call reaching, Clips

Charlie, it’s the Darndest Thing, I’m sonning you

Blame it on our genes

The reason the similarities aren’t few and far between

That’s probably why there’s a part of me

In every one of Charlie’s schemes like Martin Sheen

Fuck it, I don’t get enough credit

Like a kid when he cut class, but he can have all the credit

Shit I live with enough cash

He told O-Red, “everything you spittin’ is much trash”

That don’t even count as a set-up like Diz when he punched Math

You should have known I was an obvious threat

Knock knock, you funny, Clips like a comedy sketch

There’s not a lot to be said, thanks for having me on the event

He might have took my idea in a sloppy attempt

But this URL, so he can steal my material but can’t copy respect

Time!

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