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[Round 1: Conceited]
Ever since you been battling you put on all kind of weight
This nigga’s 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
You’re record’s cleaner than one of Will Smith’s
You gonna get the steel fifth and let it peel quick?
With the blade out I’ll cut Clips like a editor
You ain’t a projector so how you real, Clips?
As soon as my dog catch ya he caught a pound full of strays
I’ll bet your fat ass wished 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 your face
Nigga you ain’t down to play and light the steam
Even if he is cockin the 5 this cat pops in the sky like the Lion King
Every gun you see’s sick
I won’t wait for war to wave to show you what drama mean
I’ll pull out that iron thing just like a circus act
Cuz the cannon shoots clowns when the fire rings
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’ll sprout
You guys wanna take shots? Then Captain Morgan’s come 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 Mobb is feeling 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 try to tell me it was a cheap tie
That’s the type of shit that Clips’s on
Nigga, I got [?hollows in them piss stalls?]
Like a referee I’ll give a tip off
And listen, and after [?an heiress like London?]
Because you won’t see no prints, Charles. Ah?!
[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
I said I ain’t one of these new jacks
I’ve 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 battling Con she said, „Baby, who’s that?”
I said, „A midget that left battle rap to join Wild N’ Out for 2 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 sent no money now he forced to move back
Ain’t Luciano Crakk a part of your squad?
Well, tell him chill 'fore this tool clap
It’ll split him in half turn you to a petty hustler cuz you workin with two Crakks
What it do, Con? Tss. I’m witty with these bars. I don’t punchline like you, Con
If he in denial he gettin ran over with a 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! I’m shootin for you, Con
You know Khalid El-Amin, right? That was a point guard
He was shootin for UConn. No slowin down. We don’t gotta slow it down
That was a point guard. He was shootin for UConn
For callin me husky. Y’all see how many shots his mask got?
I counted about two, Con. Mascot? Counted about two, Con?
I said, look, with the way I chef up these bars I should be down with the Wu, Con
If we fight Inspectah Deck then I’ma send him to you, God
You battled Hitman and your ass got booed by everyone
Now you got no money on your debit card and your battle rap credit done
I got a shooter. He a artist. That nigga’ll 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 can tell I found a new religion
The shirt made by Leo but the cargos is True Religion
Got an old gun on my dresser. I’ll change it and put the newest clip in
5 sang and one crackhead: that’s New Edition
Why would they put Scotty Slippin to rap with Jordan?
Everybody in here know that my rap’s important
But you wanna slow it down three times like smack importin
I’ll smack your 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 freestyle cuz your ass cheated. We only supposed to go a minute and thirty. Fuckin cheater
[Round 2: Conceited]
So y’all 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 yours I still take your chips
I pop corns and buck it you’d better get a lifesaver, Clips
Cuz it take nothing but a finger and these nerds know caps air heads when I’m raisin it
I heard in Toronto they say, „The West End’s the best end”
So I’ll pull up on your bitch with a best friend
As soon as I say, „Hi!” it’s sweet
Once I holla, they in. And your ho tell everyone in the Westend
If you get ends then I’m takin, nigga. If 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 petro
I done get the stock then the cal lif’ on you like the west coast
Matter of fact I don’t give a fuck. Anybody can die when that TEC blow
I’ll turn it into a bar and lounge cuz I don’t care who could get smoked
Bullets going 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 those
I’ll catch you while you’re giving your wife X.O.’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 I point caps with the sweeper. That’s a wicked witch
I bring the toys and the stock in and fire places like Christmas gifts
Listen, Clips. I’ll view you like a landlord see the tenant
He ain’t kick him out. Nah, he evict him
Slow it down! I just dissed you!
I said see the 10 it start kickin out now he’s a victim
So all that talk you try to be talking you better stop it, Clips
I’ll pop the fifth, squeeze Glocks, then put him in a deep plot for the drama, Clips. Rrh!
[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
I said, yo, what’s up with all this celebrity nut huggin you be doin?
Here’s a few things somebody told your boy
You used to be on Twitter everyday trying to get a DM from Souljaboy
Then you took a picture with Drake
All of a sudden he’s your favourite
Ain’t that ironic: Souljaboy and Drake
You just did a freestyle to the song „My Nigga We Made It”
Stop following after celebrities, Con
I really hope it’s worth the cheddar
You got mad and dissed Joe Budden and Kevin Durant
Cuz they both thought Surf was better
Damn. You really my man so it hurts when I start blastin em
But if you try to get with one more male celebrity your new name gon’ be 'Kim Condashian’
You see how I called Dizaster’s people when he talkin all 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 outs 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’s dress
I’m freestylin off the top again but, nigga, they know
I could let off 100 bullets but the cops won’t know
Cuz I get rid of 100 Bullets like J-Pro
Tell yo bitch to lay low, how her neck go?
She know how the cum feel but I had to stop
Cuz she kept throwing up like Fresco against Yung Ill
I do this shit from the heart no matter the cheddar
It was snowing and I still flew out here, I love y’all 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! Yo 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 Craiglist
As soon as I see him I make the Tech spit
And I’ll let it off on Clips on sight like Netflix
Get this, you see, I could be like Gepetto and get this fake boy the long nose
But I could also be a carsalesman and give him that 4 though
But instead since you actin, Clips, you gettin this Emmy like an award show
Lord knows I light off steel, period. Tell your men, „Stroll!”
If something 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’ll 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 the top though
Nigga, this is not an even score
Your punchline 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 get stretched
If they ain’t at the house chillin I’m wherever they at aimin Techs
With these 3 K’s he’ll be crossfired wherever they hangin next
Nigga, I spray the Teck. It’s not a flag
When I raise up that pole 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’ll 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 cuz I’ma give caps at a mall
I said I’ma give caps at ’em all!
Hanh?!
[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
What’s poppin, Con? Oh let me guess-
'When you got a Glock in palm
I’ma get hot rounds for the cheese like Papa John.’
Nigga , please. If yo mother snitched I’m at her door but not to pop her, Con
I’ma electrocute that bitch. I’m tryin to shock her, Con
You got booed something crazy against Hitman
The fans was tryin to dismiss you and you said, „The next nigga that boo me, I’ma slow it down and diss you.”
I love battle rap but this shit’s depressing
Half of us ain’t grippin Wesson’s but you know it’s bad when we start thinking 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 you to hold the pound. What kinda gun you got for me?”
And you like, „Nigga, I got the slow-it-down!”
Is it a mac? Is it a pump? Is it a uzi? Is it a pistol?
Do niggas die when you slow it down?
Like does it hurt when it actually diss you?
I’m just asking you, Con, cuz you gotta grow up
I’m not playing you, Con. You bust ya hammer?
„You ain’t got the answers!” Pardon me for per-swaying you, Con
Nick Cannon treating 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 learning
See this my motherfuckin man but when you step in this ring I become a different person
Word to the homie Tyshane. I grab the knife, poke ’em, twist and turnin
Y’all 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… aww fuck…
Sike! I lied nigga! „Slow it down!” Sike! I…
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 I’ma do right cuz this my ring
This is how you get it, Con. I said, you wanna fight then get invited
The knife goin into this con. No, I said kick his door down. 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 I’ma finish, Con
You a cheating ass nigga
Every round was supposed to be a minute, Con
Go ahead and finish, Con
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