Charlie Clips vs. Chess

[Round 1: Chess] First and foremost, you fat bitch This young nigga'll put a cookie on ya face You'll get slapped quick Treat him like when you slide in a magazine It smack Clips Frostbite, cracked lips I got rid of my .9 but kept the shells 'Cause them same ones fit in this MAC clip I'm back, bitch! I told you to stay where you was at, Clips But you ain't give a fuck 'cause ya head hard Till I leave every nigga witchu bloody Give it up for the Red Squad This my shit; you just gettin' a visit You the one they watch but never talk about Just a bitch in attendance You was Wild N' Out? Nigga, so was I I could give him specifics My man got nervous and droppеd the chop in fronta the opps I really had to Pick Up & Kill It This shit rеally different On the net like you excited to rap This ain't ya comeback; this ya retirement match If I spin his block, the iron'll clap Or we could settle this right in the back Pull up on a Harlem Night wit' The Toy or just wash you prior (Pryor) to that I kiss my gun after every kill, I love my arm for real Let it go then I rush it wit' love (Russia With Love) We got a Bond for real I'm a good guy but a whole different nigga when I'm sprayin' chrome Possess with the toy; they shoulda told Charles, "Leave Rae (Ray) alone." And he think it's funny But with this toy, things get ugly Glen or Glenda? He won't know till he sittin' with the shitface Tryna identify The Seed Of Chucky Chucky, is you stupid? I told you not to show ya ass in public and you knew this (nudist) I fuck wit' Goodz so I don't really wanna get into it But don't let us building come wit' some extra shit 'Cause in a minute, he's (amenities) gonna be included I done took a lotta heads off; I ain't gon' rap about 'em But since I see the bitch in ya genes (jeans), I'll sit ya apple 'bout 'em (Apple Bottoms) Bang! Bang! Two ratchets shot him Bang! Bang! Bang! Ba—! Empty everything outta Clips then put 'em back inside him Gun Titles, what's Cakin'? I let the Captain spot him Pull up wit' Surf in the passenger; the gat beside him You'll see my Loc, Dawg, then Roc get (rocket) out the backa the truck Do we have a problem? That laughin' problem? I clap it out him Put somethin' in his head Let's see if Chuck'll chuckle when he dead I ain't take none-a that shit funny that he said So if Charlie horse around again, I'm pullin' somethin' from the leg I'm glad Nick opened them doors for you 'Cause honestly, I'd rather see you get paid to make people laugh than cause trouble So I ain't knockin' your hustle But all we know this black bitch for is comedy And we expected some more (Sommore) from you Imagine me tellin' you to tell me a joke and it was corny This tool in my hand'll put a hole in you if you bore me Watch how you play 'cause I might respond to it immaturely He try to run down, some shit buss—lint brush I bet this stick'll get him off me Hit him awfully Or take chloroform and go Lauryn on him—kill him softly My life like project buildin's in New York: plenty stories I learned to take apart my gun and clean it when I was still a shorty It was never hard—epilogue! I just put it all together when I'm finished—enda story! Remember when Hustle told y'all how that gat is (Gattas) broken down? Well, I'm finna show this bitch how it works See, I could slide in the middle-a spring and what I bare'll (barrel) catch a body I just gotta make sure I take Clips out first I'm from where if a murder don't happen, a robbery would Shit! Both possibly could Since Goodz and John John ya besties, I'ma slide in they hood I figured, "If he gotta die, fuck it. They probably should." In plain sight, fuck a grave sight All he get is a spot in the woods! First Chuck buried (Berry) and right next to Johnny be Goodz ('Johnny B. Goode')! That's way different! Mount Rushmore? We replacin' 'em! Smack, tell Nick he can stay wit' him! 'Cause the new GOATs runnin' shit and the culture is safe wit' 'em! Body after body after body—I'm shape-shiftin'! [Round 1: Charlie Clips] You ain't have to join Cave Gang, lil nigga You coulda came to see me for the Roc(k) I used to have the trap jumpin' Till one-a my workers tried stash three in his sock Connect love me so much he say, "ven aqui", and just front me three on the spot It's crazy how I'm in Chris Brown house Talkin' 'bout when I used to re' on the block And I wanna tell him to call her, but he probably got Rihanna blocked! Nigga said my style outdated? Can't take advice from a nigga that never made it Believe me... oh, you Gun Titles now? Well, yo' big homie know how these four-bar build-ups'll do you greasy Nigga, these four-bar build-ups got me my own card... Commercials, TV Ya twelve-bar build-up style got you, on an undercard wit' Eazy You think you better than me 'Cause you had one classic with the nigga Glueazy fake cousin? If you ask me, besides crack and struggle You and Eazy say nothin' You know it's easy to make a call to Eric, (W)right? And that nigga Beasley ain't frontin' 'Cause you lookin' at a air fryer on its highers And that nigga Eazy Bake Oven And you rep CakeLyfe... the irony! How that name can do what it do See, wit' a name life CakeLyfe Me, Big T, and Shotgun Suge'll (sugar) be good for ya crew You had a chance to milk the game but you got spoiled And ya performance became sour 'Cause like niggas like this wanna egg you on Then, they at ya grave site wit' a flower Now, I know my lil four-bar build-up schemes may not matter to you But I said sugar, milk, egg, flour and those four reasons why I'm badder than you! And my niggas wanna eat the cake so fuckin' bad but I'ma do it 'Cause this is my party! I'ma eat the cake right on Instagram It's a live party I said, "Eat the ('Ether') cake." Sound like I'm DJin' that Nas party I will sneak the Cake then it's lights out Surprise par—! See, that shit there is predictable but it's fire at the same time Keep it a G, though Fans don't really know what they talkin' 'bout, Chess I mean, but, we know Like, I gained a lil' weight and niggas tried to say I was depressed That's just me, though My health was never at stake (steak) I was just stackin' cheese but here's the key, though (keto) You gotta have performance and delivery with the four-bar build-up Don't be a poor sport I gave you a keto line You don't like it so when you die, it's (diet) your fault I get to bustin' every tool As far as guns go, I keep one in every room Whole crib was made to bake a Cake Shit look like culinary schoo—! You know what? You lyrical-smiracle niggas crack me up, knowin' you love my style I woulda robbed you for ya icin', Cake, but you kept it plain I woulda touched my pound 'Cause youse a fruit, Cake And a nigga like you would never touch my crown Chk-chk! I will shoot Cake and leave his pineapple upside-down Y'all and Eazy talkin' 'bout y'all be the best group ever... never! Niggas out here, tellin' lies Confused-ass niggas One CakeLyfe; the other one rap about sellin' pies Sarah Lee-ass niggas! All it is is struggle this and struggle that Do me a favor Stop call-in' yourself out here "Mr. Struggle Rap" You only 22 and ya life been good the last six years Where's the struggle at? And I got you paid the most you ever been paid So, to me, your struggle cap Nigga, I struggle! Knowin' I got three rounds and nobody gon' believe me Nigga, I struggle! On my way to Golden Corral, knowin' the food gon' be greasy Nigga, I struggle! Tryna put on Jordan 1s 'cause my feet fat so I gotta wear Yeezys Nigga, I struggle! When I found out Nellz was pregnant by—! You know what? We gon' leave that alone 'cause I'm not really the one to say And we can bring that back in the third round 'Cause oh yeah, I got one today Stop disrespectin' my style! Don't ever take that route no more I'm a legend and a GOAT; it's in the books I don't wanna hear the doubt no more I got a Beretta and a bulldog and they Chris I'm tryin' not to bring 'em out no more But if I lose tonight, I'ma Air B and B And this ain't gon' be ya house no more! I'm fuckin' witchu, Breezy! I just needed ya name for a segue 'Cause the main focus is Chess (chest) I'm about to skip leg day [Round 2: Chess] Smack told me, "Crush this nigga. Make an unbelievable night." It's either leave him flat or he (flattery) gon' think I'm bein' too nice You gon' have to find a better approach Not just four-bar set-ups and jokes Smack be tight when y'all rap He be hype when I rap Nigga be lookin' like a fan instead of a host 'Cause Chess is the GOAT He don't react like that off nothin' he said See, he can admit he lost after this but I bet he say some dumb shit instead He gon' lose out here, lose on camera, then jump in an interview like, "Yeah, that young nigga dead." Delusional! A fool (full), Clip Prolly why you gon' think you won (one) in the head These hollow tips, you know what these'll do to ya vest? So imagine what they'll do to ya flesh! If five sent from the can', these'll (candies) go through Charles then (Charleston) Chew through the necks Run in y'all buildin' while y'all filmin' You ain't gotta be in the game for me to shoot up ya set Hit half the Wild 'N Out cast when I lift mine up Fuck around, get Nick popped up Hitman and Conceited'll get lined up But Conceited kinda short so he might get God's luck I don't care if Holla at work I'm on my worst behavior so if I do miss Con... duck! (misconduct) Get smacked wit' a MAC! He gon' think he got hit by a truck Knife in his gut The gun jammed so Clips got stuck! This bitch not tough! It's some shit you should know not to say to me Get this trick shot in Harlem That'll happen if any nigga in this Globe try to (Trotter) play wit' me I'ma let my hitters see ya No niggas either I'm sendin' divas With the biggest heaters Plenty Ninas Snipes and a series-a switchblades (switch Blade) Sticky Fingaz She held that iron on the arm; I ain't give her a penny neither Gave that boy sixteen off the love like a friendly feature I don't wanna hear no fake angles from this nigga either That's super-old Run ya mouth and get who exposed? I off writers (arthritis) soon as a rumor told Catch an attempt, putcha (temperature) down like the room is cold We don't rock well (Rockwell) so stick to the script Stay in ya bubble! Don't be movin' bold! Or get Rock'ed in the ring He shoulda shut his mouth and knew his role You jabroni! No games when the sword come out That's somethin' you should know, B (shinobi) Soft where (software)? I will drag and drop Clips—Adobe! Or pull up, shootin' a random can'—Kobe! Tell that lil bitch Real Sikh, "Get to know me" I'll have brains hangin' out both sides of his wrap like a cannoli And Castro? I'm keepin' you in mind 'Cause I'll take ya life before you ruin mine Have Lu pissed (Lupus) on stage but Jakkboy doin' fine See, I've had a couple foolish times but never been stupid I do shit off principle, not influence I really been through it Got used to that gun on my side so much, I literally became hip to it To my shooters, I am a king For me, they'll do you dirty, Clips—a thirty clip! The only time they'll put their ruler under anything This man a joke! Kidnap him Duct-tape Clips like the handle broke You stand too close? I'ma separate ya bean like orderin' a lunch special from Spanish folk Silencer on a hammer, though Rock melons and let it ring on the low—the cantaloupe! From top-tier to low, the rookies and the GOATs I done had some fire fights Soon as I kicked down the door, I ran through smoke CakeLyfe! [Round 2: Charlie Clips] I used to have a serious gamblin' problem, Chess No lie; it was a sad scene I would win twenty racks one night, lose thirty K the next It was a bad thing I even gambled in some of my biggest battles Showin' up wit' two rounds, performances only half-clean I would watch fans duel in the comments section And they created the Proving Grounds so they can Draft Kings Everything around me is a gamble, Chess Even you... at 16, when you was runnin' shit 17, 18, 19 you coulda told Smack you wanted Clips But you wait till now to try to pull my card and as a gambler, you are dumb as shit 'Cause nobody waits till they get to 20-somethin' to ask the dealer for a fuckin' hit I let the MAC clap! Look like I pulled the arm on a slot machine; his eyes rollin' back-back Slurred speech and all—"Nahmsayin'?" No! We gotta ask Smack You supposed to get Champion of the Year in the interview wit' HipHopIsReal but now that's cap 'Cause to my Knowledge, if you unresponsive, you won't be able to give Blac(k) Jack! I'm goin' for Gambler of the Year I came to the casino wit' a different rhythm Like, if this don't bust—pause! By time he get to 23, I'ma hit him And I'm glad you Gun Titles now 'cause that mean Tsunami and Roc is comin' wit' him All of a sudden, they wanna be his aces—I could split him! Brotherhood? No, lil' nigga; I'm in ya mother hood Like I run the town and I'm still gamblin' but wit' my health No condom; I'ma gun her down I hit it four times but she wanna five-card Charlie go another round So I'ma put my hand on the backa her neck and I'ma double down 'Cause her son is a fuckin' clown and I have never been a vulture No matter how many times I played around and joke in battle raps, I always showed love to this culture But niggas like you want me to keep a straight face in every round like we playin' poker Nigga, this the spades' world and what's the card everybody fear? Nigga, the joker! What's wrong wit' him? This exactly why I could never get along wit' him The day he beat me, the nigga Ja Rule let 50 come perform wit' him How I cope wit' my addiction? Ion't know; I'm still managin' And after "Ja", I said "roulette"—pay attention! I'm still gamblin'! I let the lead clap! Who wanna roll dice wit' Clips? You could throw an Ace I mean (Amin), just give my bread back Or you gon' get one-a Snake Eyez if you don't cut the crap out then get ya head cracked And that's a scary sight Do you believe in a gamble-el universe? I do! 'Cause I'ma air it twice Witnesses said they only seen one die but somehow, he made it to a paradise (pair of dice)! You know who else gambles? Jesus Christ Protectin' niggas like you You know, you blessed and ugly We don't show up to Bronx niggas to perform for real We only come get a check from buddy Like when you battled Loaded Hollows You think the nigga Lux took you serious? Now, that's extra-funny 'Cause everybody in Harlem know Lux on Eighth Avenue right now playin' Chess for money You know what? I'm in here too long Lemme leave the casino 'cause this the part where I start ramblin' I start winnin', I start losin'—wifey, she start panickin' Ayy, Breezy, you still got them two hos in Texas? Hold 'em for me; I'ma handle 'em Aww, shit! I said Texas Hold 'Em—I'm still gamblin'! Ayy, I'm my own God I ain't have to do this in Chris house; I coulda battled in my own yard And you know who else gambles? Drake with the match-ups he picked; that's why I created my own card 'Cause they got legends like Pat Stay on the beginnin'-a the flyer knowin' in Canada, that nigga got the juice These league owners won't show us no pity, Pat! Chk-chk! That's why I always got the deuce I'm not even gon' gamble no more Just straight buck-fifty 'cause I thought he wanted to shave When the cops asked me why I punched a hole in Chess (chest) I told 'em that I thought he wanted a Cave I will knock you out and try to wake you up since you wanna be brave And you Gun Titles now so get used to bein' under the wave Round two! I just used that shit for a segue 'Cause the focus is Chess (chest) and I'm 'bout to go and skip leg day, nigga [Round 3: Chess] I don't even wanna be disrespectful to Chris So tell ya niggas, "Don't be extra and shit." 'Cause I don't wanna mess up a nigga crib the same way we mess up events Yeah, the gun on me but honestly, I'm better wit' fists I could put him on ice or fire; I'm electric with this Like Call of Duty: any nigga in his pack get punched But I still bought somethin' special for Clips Some devilish shit! No small issues; only address the heaviest shit And like a tailor-made suit for an obese niggas I'm finna take extreme measures with this! All them corny-ass freestyles ain't veteran shit It's regular shit! A nigga act amazed just 'cause you off the head with the shit They say I'm unprepared if I don't remember some shit When this nigga literally doesn't write, says nothin' nice, and y'all acceptive of it But every battle, y'all want my level to swi—? That check that he get is all this mean to him but y'all believe in him They don't even realize Charlie cheatin' 'em After this, I bet he leave again Right back to TV again The one time my man left his gun home, he got killed! Where was Clips when we really needed him? You in the same house as Breezy in just 'cause it costs He don't really fuck witchu, you fuckin' dork The only reason Charlie's wit' Chris in this mansion is 'cause Money Talks Actin' like y'all are cool as friends Ayy, bro, if Charlie was fucked up wit' nowhere to go, would you move him in? You let him lay here, he gon' stay there; won't ever be able to move again Bury you somewhere in Breezy house; Chris gon' have to guess which room you in! Any nigga say I lose to him should probably take flight 'Cause I'm really a sore loser; I know that kinda ain't right But like Chris in Stomp The Yard If he do win this battle, he gon' fuck around and die the same night! 'Cause everything in my head evil I'm Chris brother in Stomp The Yard I put on these gloves and see dead people! My homework? I did it on him Sit outside his house for hours; I get to stalkin' Wait till all the lights go out then I walk in Creep in his room while the nigga snorin'—zzz! Smother him in his sleep; I put a pillow on him He wake up, thinkin' it's a dream, tryna fight the pillow off him I'm like, "Hrrgh!" He like, "Mmph-mmph!" I'm like, "Shut up, nigga! I ain't with the pillow-talkin'!" I'm standin' over his body like, "Go to sleep, Clips!" He made his bed so that's why I chose to leave clips Niggas be havin' ARs, AKs, some whole elite shit Nigga, this deuce-deuce from the boot! Ion't need a half-Moon; what's comin' out the sole'll eat Clips (solar eclipse) I see Clips, I'll lift my TEC I hear he in Harlem chillin', I'm on his block next Drop ya location; I am near just like the Blair All I gotta know is which (Witch) Projects Dump everything! However many I waste land Like the skin complexion on the create-a—! This red beam'll get his face scanned I'll pull up in that cradle-to-the-grave van Windows tinted from a spray can Hop out; capture Clips in his hood—Gangland! Get in tune wit' a real shooter—Space Jam! Only thing I let get between my bread is grape jam See, they was on that card a year ago Now, they all throwin' shade off Rae' bands (Ray-Bans)? Breezy, invitin' this nigga wasn't a safe plan 'Cause havin' a wrong guest (guess) could lead to a body; hangman! I could take off half a hip with this .9, bro Shit'll get wild here like Bob; his Sideshow Two forty-nines'll clap for him—bravo! Or the five points; let's see if Charles lucky—Luciano! I know a couple-a pups Lil' homies that'll murk you for a couple-a bucks Then order Chinese food 'cause they hungry as fuck It's crazy how hittin' somebody egg foo(l) young niggas up! You know what you get outta war? The nicest suits and the saddest songs Them funerals made me feel weak even though I'm actually strong And now I gotta carry on with this dragon Balled up inside me 'cause I could never bring back who gone The streets made us unemotional From all these Bronx drills we was goin' through So if this K flock, it won't be love I'm showin' you This shit Godly! I will hit Charlie wit' a Tommy, Boy—Chris Farley! I'll take Charles off his feet like I robbed him for his Barkleys And if Charlie chattin', I will silence Clips for thinkin' he funny like Charlie Chaplin When it was war, niggas was spooky So it was me, Ty, and the UZIs I took the toolies And gave my lil' brother MACs—Ruby (Max & Ruby)! Weren't even in our 20's yet; we were teens wit' it Took them guns, shot a nigga, got away clean wit' it The straps, we ain't even ditch it We took them same straps and did a whole 'nother scheme wit' it! CakeLyfe! [Round 3: Charlie Clips] It's lit for you 'Cause this the round where the baddest kid in class gotta have that conversation with the principal First two rounds, I put the game on easy but this round, Mortal Kombat on difficult Tim Duncan but with the bank shot; I'm talkin' Navy Federal—chk-chk!—in municipal Ayy, Calicoe, they did a whole series on ya pop's crew and still ain't send fifty cent to you "Why you dissin' Calicoe in a Chess battle?" Figured, out the gate, I'd leave people the in awe 'Cause Mr. Learn How To Eat Out A Bowl about to have to learn how to eat through a straw You look like you'll fall in Smack arms and die soon as I put my hand on a gun All y'all gon' see is a old nigga tryna hold Chess (chest) like Sanford and So,—! You named yourself "Chess" but not "Chest" but, see, "chest" is what we say to you So if you named yourself "Chest" insteada "Chess" then yo' battles could be less debatable 'Cause wit' a name like "Chess", you could get by 'cept (bicept) I felt the name "Chest" is more relatable You knew not to mention Couture so (torso) I'm catchin' a body and I'll show the (shoulder) way to you 'Cause this nigga frail Y'all be actin' like this lil demon-faced nigga life has been a livin' Hell "Oh, this is Chess! He could walk in any jail And tell the warden to watch out and just pick a cell He made a bowl out of a two-liter soda!" If you ask me, that shit is sick as hell Imagine wantin' cereal in the mornin' and ya Fruity Pebbles taste like ginger ale You out here, strugglin' just to get a reaction? Ain't no need to pretend I don't gotta cut a two-liter bowl outta nothin', the fans gon' love me till the end You left B. City for Roc, you left Ches— Wait, wait, hol' on, I'm mixin' you up Hol' on, Clips; get back to the game, start pickin' it up 'Cause I said you left B. City for Smack, Steams for Roc It look like you'll do anything just to start eatin' again It's funny; when it's time for you to get hungry, look like you'll cut out two leaders (liters) again And you been 17 for the last six fuckin' years— I said you left B. City for Smack, Steams for Roc When you get to the top, it ain't no need for ya friends It's the irony, you get hungry and decided to cut out two leaders (liters) again You been 17 for the last six fuckin' years Y'all keep actin' like this kid a rookie He's a flunky If the car break down, I'll make this nigga push me Which train you wan' take, playa? 4? The 5? The 6? You'll travel anywhere just to get the pussy Notice I said Player 456; you'll damn-near die tryna lick the cookie Welcome to the Squid Game! Where everybody out this bitch is liable to meet they doom Red light! Chk-chk! Green light! Two new beams on a Glock to help a nigga zoom Oh, you from the Bronx, the 718 The borough that got a lotta goons Well, I'm from Harlem And don't forget, 212 killed the toughest nigga in the room You a wannabe! And I feel like Player 456 'Cause I'm watched the one die right in fronta me As soon as I mention Squid, shit got real And you should knew you was under sea But I don't have to fish for a reaction I know every scheme is solid or deadly I don't even need the Jaz face 'cause QP got it already I prepare the toaster—chk-chk! I could aim from far but I'd rather air it closer .223s enlarged in Chess (chest) look like a areola And I'm just startin' to murk you The areola bar was a set-up; that's just part the commercial 'Cause it's really codeword for put a dot on Chess and then watch it get dark for his circle I come up wit' crazy shit 'cause it's Godly but you ain't that type of blessed Yo' fans gon' say, "Clips was gettin' crazy but he won." 'cause you ain't that type of Chess (chest) Well, what type of Chess (chest) are you? Are you the type of Chess (chest) where the heart lives; you can feel it thumpin' when you rap Or are you Chess, a board game where the white pieces move before the blacks? Are you Chess (chest), the shit that thrives when niggas go and stab ya cellmate Or are you Chess (chest); in order to get even, all a nigga gotta do is yell, "Stalemate!"? Are you Chess (chest) where the bishop move and can take a nigga queen Or are you Chess (chest), the body part that got shot when Bishop shot Raheem Or are you Chess (chest), where the wrong move can have a pawn do you greasy Or are you chest, the shit that was jumpin' when Nellz found out she was pregnant by—? You know what? I'm so motherfuckin' mean wit' it And since that situation is new-new (NuNu), I gotta do a whole 'nother scheme— It's a current event bar in the air! My bad, Beasley; I want it, I'ma gun it In the words of Chris Brown, "Ya life? You gotta run it." His abdomen; I'm about to shoot this shit wit' a hunnid Look like Nellz gettin' an abortion 'cause they gotta move a lil' bald head from his stomach I know niggas at home like, "That wasn't that crazy." So I advise y'all to pump the breaks I always keep a spare scheme in the trunk I done had enough mistakes 'Cause word around town is niggas don't fuck wit' bald head bars no more So now, I gotta dump the .8 But good thing it's a Nellz scheme 'cause now I get to fuck wit' Dracs (Drake) The heat's strikin' I'm only dissin' you 'cause I asked for the chopper You ain't wanna get ya teeth whitened! The streets lightenin' Ayo, Nellz, I apologize I just had to use ya name for a segue 'Cause the main focus was Chess (chest) I'm still gon' skip leg day