URLtv, Charlie Clips, Hollow Da Don - Charlie Clips vs. Hollow Da Don lyrics

I wanna let y'all know
I wasn’t even gonna show up today
I got some bad news this week
My grandmother got bit by a bee, y'all
It was one of them East African bees
It’s not funny but when I heard this was
For y'all I showed up, so let’s get it
I said… Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
I’ma be calm, Charlie
I ain't gon' lose my voice
"You'll get engaged with the rage!"
I ain't gon' do that, boy
This is battle rap anything past
We can scrap for that
Don’t stand here talkin' between my rounds
We got Smack for that
If I say somethin' hot, my nigga
I don’t want no dap for that
Oh, you just wanna be friends
And play with these words
Well, they got apps for that!
Nigga, fuck your entourage! This
For that parmesan since the boss been gone
You turn to Scott Baio and
Put Charles in charge? NAHH!
‘Cause when Charles was gone
He was dissin' you, sayin' that you owe eight
I got double that versus Surf
And bought an Audi '08
He seen my car and was like
"You got all of them dollars?"
I know your persona, don’t hate
Oklahoma, Nevada: your initial state
Was the envy… okay
So I can stand here and laugh with him
Or I can kill him with the cold face
‘Cause you took my bar verse
Ars about brushin' me wrong

And flipped it with the Colgate
That ain't what the Don say
Who gave you bad directions? You lost
Took it the wrong way
Now I got somethin' that I owe clips
So I load up with the old clips
First two was hot
And the third got stuck like the old Clips
You know the old Clips that
Stumbled in his old clips
Then said they owe Clips? Oh, Clips!
You stumbled all 2013 and now
You claimin' you the best, nigga?
Since they gas him I’m supposed to be Pat
Nigga well, vrooom… I’m a vet, nigga!
And you X-Factor, not ‘cause
Your priorities set, nigga
‘Cause every chance they get
The fans make your head bigger
My first gun was a 38 revolver
I got that from my nigga Roger my point is
Before I even knew about Clips
I was already poppin'
And just ‘cause it was GrindTime
I didn’t stumble out
Or come up here with the I I I got you
The-the-the mumble mouth
Sonic the Hedgehog game
If I get hit on this stage
Rounds keep comin' out
You barely have thirds!
At that point you shoulda got fired from it
Son i see you lazy like McGrady so
You’ll never retire number one
He’s so redundant and simplistic
Y'all all know that one Clips bit
Where he goes into a scheme
And you can predict it
Way before he spit's it? He’s like
"I’m in that flyin' Spur
Then I’m dunkin' in my homie's Charger
Got twenty, take your top off
That Ginobili spark ya
My other gun, Kawhi Leonard
This other homie darker"
Then he’ll say somethin' about point guard
A 9 and what y'all see comin'?
(crowd predicts: Tony Parker)
Okay, okay, y'all with me!
What about when he said, "I’m way better
And way clever"
Say somethin' about Pacquiao or ring
And what y'all see comin'?
(crowd predicts: Mayweather)
See what I’m tryna say?
Them bars like the next exit off the highway
They know when to get off
You tell 'em it’s comin' a mile away
But he does have fire writtens
He got fire writtens
Like when he said "without Clips
Hollow ain't killin' shit"
But, if you freestyle half your battles
And there ain’t no fire in pen
Then what good is Clips?
I ain't sayin' your shit wack but bro
It's the same move every time you kick that
Setup, punchline, setup
Punchline that’s how you spit that?
Just a candy rapper with four bars: you a
(Crowd predicts: Kit Kat) see how easy
It is to predict that?
The aim gon’ change his range
The range gon’ change the bang
The bang gon’ change his frame
The frame gon'
Boy, yo' bitch ugly as hell, my nigga
I mean his bitch is just aww
You like battle bitches
With gun lines? Bitches with bars?!
Rule number one: this is a business
And the mix is a flaw, I don’t mix it at all
You won’t hear a single drop
'bout I: no Kendrick Lamar
But he went from Ash Cash
Now you hittin' Couture
Nigga, for bands I wouldn’t smash
That: no expensive guitar
She the one against O'fficial
Dressed like a dyke, right?
Hair everywhere, Scary Spice like
That bitch look like Whitney
On the pipe night or Tina after Ike fight
But, you gettin' stacks now
Get her hair done
Put that hood boog in Fendi
Oh, I guess it’s your lady’s luck
We never seen her look good with Remy
And you know what’s the saddest shit?
I’ve been to they crib
When he mad at her and she mad at him
It’s hilarious
‘cause instead of arguments they
Actually start battlin'
She be like, "If I come in and you textin'
I bring the TEC's in, and start shootin'…"
And he's like: "Shut up, bitch! You losin'!"
She storm out, go to the kitchen
She like, "Charlie
You ate my food again? Charlie! Charlie!"
He in the back talkin' about
"Guess what room I’m in!"
But alright, alright… I ruined it
Bro, third round against Rex
You said the truest shit but please
Don’t come up here and act
Like your moms tough
‘Cause, I bet a thousand large bucks
That in real life my mom
Will fuck your mom up
A'ight, a'ight, let me put this up
Let me settle down what he need to beat me
I'ma save that for the second round, LOM

Charlie Clips versus Hollow lux
What up? Mook, what up?
I’ma kill one of y'all
Niggas this fuckin' summer
I like how you talk that shit
Here's where it goes down
Like a fuckin' plumber
I'll body every nigga on your side
Put 'em in sleeping bags:
That’s a fuckin' slumber
And if your mom do hook on mine?
Cool, we gon' jump your mother
I knew I shoulda skipped you
And went straight to Lux
‘Cause after that Total Slaughter performance
Your career was kinda dead to me
But a little voice in my head said "Nah, you
Clips, and if you gon' be the top gun
Why not add a hollow into your legacy?"
Plus, I wanna see what’s the hype about
‘Cause if you rap like this
Then how can anybody think you better, B?
Your voice hoarse, you leave niggas sleepy
Hollow, that’s the reason you’re
Not ahead to me
You ain't beat grey hoodie Lux
You had the fake Black Panther
With niggas in the background
Grippin' a shotty
How you struggle with fake activists
But lean is what you sip for a hobby?
The work I put in is rape
It's not meant for a Cosby
Burberry shirt: my lines gotta go
Over your head first
To see they meant for a body
My third round against Rex? One
Of the best ever my whole block was movin'
Niggas ain’t even askin' about my pops
They askin' me how the Dots is doin'
I tell them niggas Shine shinin'
Murda murderin'
Shit, I think the Dots is movin'
I ain't wanna kill Rex
But when a Dot get in your face
You gotta oxy-cute him
And what you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Rap about my pops like he did?
Pull out paperwork, Hollow? I’m not shook
Nigga, I haven’t seen my father in 20 years
But still know how my pops look
My real name is Charles Brown
And I be lettin' that stock cook
And if he try to Dee Brown
I will bang on him and not look
Librarian: put the silencer on shhhhh!
If you do not book ahh, it ain’t no biggie
‘Cause you gon' get a round
More than a Pac hook
I'll call my brother like, "Bring the K, D!"
And then Hollow give us that shock look
‘Cause he got a feeling
The thunder about to get fired on
The spot ain't Scott Brooks
I said listen, Hollow, if your bitch is fine
I’m bringin' two fives to split your dime
Chiropractor at King of the Dot:
I’m tryna bend her spine
Rondo workin' out in the gym:
That’s the biggest 9
Shot the shit in East and the

Nigga died in Pacific Time
I’m loco and bi-polar
‘cause I don’t celebrate but I wave toast
I’ll write Hollow is that nigga and
That bitch on the same post
If you try me off the Hennessy
Then I hope you keepin' your bae close
‘Cause this little shit sing at niggas
And bitches: it's Dej Loaf put a sock in it
I didn’t come here to show dude love
Arms out, and everybody in your squad get
It: that’s a group hug
Recyclin', I put the old beam on the new snub
The ray and the arsenal workin'
Together better than U Dubb
This is a part of war
I’m throwin' smoke bombs at
Your apartment door niggas coughin'
They ain't feel wheezy this much
Since Tha Carter 4 big shit barkin'
It's soundin' like a retarded dog
I’ll let this shit pow, brother
It fuck around and mark us all
Fab put his shooters in the Uber
My whole team is in a rental
Window down, they arms out
But they ain't reachin' for your demo
I had to name the pump Ike
You gotta squeeze it just a little
Or the kickback will surprise you
Like Tina in the limo
I said on some G shit, Hollow, you my nigga
But, I need to know what the fuck is up
You had the chance to put battle
Rap on top of mainstream
But then you fucked it up
It’s like every round you got
Dryer and dryer, man, you fuckin' suck!
How you was able to clean Big
T but couldn’t wash Budden up?
Your third round better be your best round
‘Cause you not gonna survive another day
Every time I rap, pull out your phone and
Text your mother "Pray!"
‘Cause she gon' call Smack, Beasley
And ask God why we took her son away
And the sad part it’s only five
Hours left 'til Mother’s Day
Mrs dinnananon wassup, baby?

My nigga, that round was cool
But yo' bitch still ugly as hell, my nigga
We see this
How you a top tier nigga with a PG bitch?
Alright, alright
I know y'all don’t wanna hear this
Enough about this nigga bitch
Let’s talk about how this nigga
Bitched on a nigga dick
For a year tryin' to battle
I had bigger fish
Needed an extension when I got Loaded
I wasn't worried about little Clips
All my battles been main events
All types of rounds, I raised the net
Since Clue was makin' tape cassettes
And Jae Millz was in that Avirex
Nigga, when I came in and went in
He came and went so let’s place a bet
And when I win write R E S P E C T
When you make the check, nigga, pay respect!
I said, these fans like to hop on dick
But we don’t do that, we all riders
I hate to use this bar during a crisis
I gotta make the crowd riot
So I'ma be more fire
I got y'all… about a stolen scheme
He gave to another battle rapper
But originally stole from Queens
It was about a vid
Copped a Canon and shot one on 5th
It was Loaded Lux, T-Rex
Head ICE and Charlie Clips
DJ scratching noise let me rewind it
This about to be my hardest shit
Keep the cannon cocked
I only need 1 shot when the 5th on me
I don’t care if Lux loaded
It go through Rex T, hit ICE head
Then clip Charlie
I coulda just came through and
Put two in his abs
And he was standin' there lookin' at shit
He never knew that he had
I’m hyped shootin' belly, see me in Nebraska
I’m sayin' if he droppin' dimes
To get me to Rico
I’ll have him eatin' this banana
My man put away the ox
So it’s the Tommy he gon' blast at y'all
Me, Nas or T-Boz: ‘cause I don’t
Know how to act at all
This Shotty ain't a battle rapper
Or a passenger seat
This nigga musta made a mistake if
He said he askin' for beef
He left Ruby Tuesday to go to
Friday’s to get a sundae

You just ate half of the week
But on Sundays he a changed man
Charlie sit's and stays home
It’s nothin' religious
That's just usually when Chick-Fil-A’s closed
Charlie, you gotta bring somethin'
Better and that's similes
These burners and gloves go
Together: that’s chemistry
I had an epiphany
They said before this battle shit
He was a Harlem nigga with no bread
I said, "A Harlem nigga with no bread?!"
They said, "A Harlem nigga with no bread"
I said that’s like a BMX with no pegs
A frat party with no kegs
Friday with no Craig
A Harlem nigga with no bread?!
They said, "A Harlem nigga with no bread"
I said, that’s a Rastafarian with no dreads
A goalie with no legs
A Cali nigga that smoke regs
A Harlem nigga with no bread?!
They said, "yeah
He don’t even got a business or a LLC"
Do you got an ENI number or a tax ID?
Oh, the only thing you own is CharlieClipsTV
See, that’s ‘cause he don’t got
No will, no drive, no ambition
I seen all the money this man’s missin'
I got a confession
See them "sike I lied" t-shirts y'all
Bought outside? My man printed
I seen all the money that fam missin'
I’m like, dog, I went and got it copywritten
Your whole slogan, so now if you wanna use it
You gotta pay me some damn chicken
Boy, you do bad business!
I actually got employees
You can come work for me
And in turn, my nigga
You get that work for free
I’m not showin' his incompetence
With no cruel intentions own equity
It’s no equity in views and mentions
But, if it is
Y'all went in on a Charlie Clips' stock
And made a huge investment
But now that I’m givin' you the business
Watch them start losin' interest my nigga
You gotta start thinkin' like a boss
Or I'll off his space and leave
His achievements on the wall
Wait, you from Harlem
You ain't got no damn bars
But, you flippin', put your man on
Damn, pause wait
Now I’m soundin' like Cam’ron
Y'all Ghostface twice the killer she died
I was knowin' that sick
I’m the type to overdose with the shit
I challenge you to battle
Without ghosts and shit
If son back out, I black out
My soul'll eat Clips i know y'all like damn
I was fuckin' with thun
See, Smack was frontin' with funds
Is DNA your brother or son?
I know y'all like it’s crazy
How I’m comin' at son but his name's Clips
It's only right I put him under the gun
By the way
Your weight fluctuates like a boxer
Goin' up in weight
You're fat big-boned and you're big
Fat-boned the other day
I no longer know what the fuck to say
I went by his crib
He was eatin' a buttered steak
With a cup of cake
That wasn’t a dumb mistake
I didn’t mean cupcake
He was actually drinkin' a cup of cake
Worry about the bars
But don’t worry what I got on
But, if you is worried, LOMclothingcom

Sike I lied, I’ma say it now!
Sike I lied, I’ma say it now!
In order to make that happen
You’ll have to run in the Vatican church
Ransack it grab the pope, saran wrap him
Back hand him like Sam Jackson
Cremate his damn ashes with no damn hassle
Then pull it out the oven
And make a sand castle

Second round was all jokes for you, huh?
Crack another fat joke and I'ma
Go for your jaw i've been in the streets
They know I’m gutter without bowlin' a ball
Two plus two, remember
I’m predictable when I’m holdin' this 4
Sike, I… wait, I don’t own it no more
I had a long talk with D the other night
This bitch walked by with a mean butt
And I was thinkin' like, "Damn
I gotta bag her
Fuck raw and catch a mean nut
D said "Yo, can I hang?" i said for sure
You know how we do these sluts
Oh, y'all think I was talkin' about DNA
Man, I’m talkin' about deeez nuts GOT EEM!
Hollow, crack a smile, it’s just a joke
Try to save your pride
Shut the fuck up with the boos
Hop in the whip, we about to take a ride
I gotta take y'all on a trip
‘cause a couple of niggas I thought was
Cool with me started takin' sides
Cortez, what up, nigga? Come here, boy!
You know I know you personally
In the streets you real
But in this situation you a fuck nigga
‘Cause, I heard you had a
Couple of words behind
Your boy back when Math had got jumped
Nigga you know what’s crazy? When you
Ain't had no crib
I was there to move your shit out the trunk
Nigga
Hollow ain't never let you stay at his house
You lived with me for a month
Nigga this is real facts!
You know what’s crazy? I guided
You through your whole career
I held you during that whole Hollow bid
Sad part about it, he come home
And you jump in his arms, "LOM"
NY did way more for you than Hollow did
He moved to Orlando question
Do you even know where Hollow live?
If this is really your man
Give me the address right now to Hollow crib
Exactly! Damn, you said it type fast
Well, let me do it over here
‘cause God about to strike his ass
But not just you D chamberz, ahh
You mentionin' me in all your songs
Sad part is you don’t even know how to rhyme
You used to call me
Seven o'clock every morning
Beggin' me to help you get on your grind
I got more features with you

Than all these niggas combined
So I’ma be the first to tell you you suck
And you’re never gettin' signed
I know what y'all thinkin'
Y'all niggas wanna boo niggas
Or a nigga who battled Surf
And started makin' it rain?
Y'all love me a minute ago
Now y'all gettin' as fake as his chain
The problem that kills me is
Y'all niggas big Hollow up
And y'all wanna soup him like y'all wontons
Y'all ain't with him for real
Y'all only with him for the
Chips like Bon Ton
LOM, NYB, you always got y'all pom-poms
But where the fuck was y'all
When he was gettin' washed up by John John?
John John walked in and he said "LOM"
Then swung at him right at the door
But, you fell
I got a multiple choice on how
You got on the floor
Is it A) The floor was slippery
You fell inside the club?
Is it B) When you grabbed him
You realized you not a thug?
Is it C) It wasn’t lean
It was some other kind of drug?
Hey, John John, what was it?
(John John Da Don: It was D, nigga
All of the above)

With the Math situation
We ain’t sayin' you did not care
We ain’t say go to LA, shoot everybody
Bring a Glock in there
But bro… you is big as papa bear
You coulda grabbed Dizaster or Aktive
And stopped 'em and been like, "Not in here!"
And he tried
But once them LA niggas started swingin'
You got outta there
Your heart was pumpin', my nigga
You know what’s funny?
Besides the fact he the only
Harlem nigga that comes bummy
He’s so excited to get
His little twenty thousand
And I’m still spendin' Lux' money
Even though money don’t matter here I’m
Just here statin' the facts
Clips, this is the most you ever
Been gave for a match
And bitch, I’m not Lux
You better thank me for that!
‘Cause before this, I know what happened
Me and Joe had a classic!
But, I never give y'all the
Insight on my life
So let me tell y'all what happened
What you know about preparin' for a battle
When your grandmother bit by a bee?
Or, or, or, the very same day of the battle
You forget your ID real shit, no excuses!
Wait, that ain’t me
That’s what this nigga will do
If he unprepared
During the battle he’ll give an excuse
Embed it in the fans' heads
They can bicker and use
Over "Did he win or did he lose?"
Like, Clips, what happened against Charron?
Oh, my nigga, that day of the battle
My nephew caught the flu
Well, what happened against Illmac?
My nigga, that very same week of the battle
My daughter-in law turned two
I gotta throw a surprise party
It’s real shit I’m goin' through!
Niggas like, "Come on, Charlie
Quit with the sobbin'!"
You think these niggas wait hours
And pay $100 to come in here
And hear another nigga problems?
Now I’ma pull up on the block
I’ma, I'ma freestyle off the top
Sike, I lied nigga! I couldn't
Stand up here and
Gave y'all a sloppy freestyle if I tried
Nigga wait, this is genius, I can
Do this every time, nigga
I get in a bind, nigga just say "Sike
I lied" and rhyme "nigga" my nigga!
It's so see-through, then Star popped a clip
Called you a snitch
But Clips ain't pop shots
You was standin' there
Dancin' round questions
And knowin' that’s what got your pop locked
Let's keep it a buck
Rex said he was with Alpo
And his pop flossed in a Lex coupe
So if Rex was with Alpo and your pops was
It was a boss for respect too
But there’s somethin' else about
You and Alpo, my nigga
There’s somethin' more that connects you
Ah, it’s so special… y'all both came
Up of killin' a nigga
When he was mournin' his nephew
Snitchin' in your DNA, so DNA
If you start sellin' coke
And you wanna get down, tell him no

It’ll sound like a Sixers game
He’ll be playin' with the
Answer as he points, "That’s Eric's snow"
I'll bring two weapons through
For snitches in the confessional
A TEC and a nickel if you wanna be technical
Let's get to the point, you sarcastic
"hardy har"
But couldn’t hang with me bar for bar
In New Orleans during Mardi Gras
If your man actin' extra goon
Leg shot when I’m steppin' to him
Split your shit right before I left the room
Nigga, that’s an exit wound
And bystanders get brutally
Beaten for beefin'
Brooklyn-born, we’re brought up
Blind with beacons
Not concerned with the corner
Concoct concurrent Corona's
Come with a caliber
Charlie Clips' condition confirmed in a coma
I’m just playin' with these letters
And tryin' to be non-bias
I did some B's, b, and some C's
See… stop whinin'!
I was in the box where niggas was not rhymin'
Ayo sticks and Top Ramens
You nerds dot-com'in and hatin'
For the top comment
I’m illegal but legal with Desert
Eagles to see you
Eagles and Regals leavin' you see-through
I equal them people that peeped
You like a preview a sequel
Shoot that needle with diesel
Position leavin' you fetal
Wait… I can’t use mixtape
Bars? That’s cheatin', scrap
But he did that with the Captain
Morgan line in the Conceited
Match and he act like it was a free at that
Had me so heated I was on his locator
Visit every place that he be at
As you can see
I listened to all of his CD tracks
And read every tweet he had all 98
322 to be exact but who’s countin'?
Fuck you, nigga! I was stalkin' everybody
Even the niggas that hold this nigga down
I'm like, should I get at Clips? yeah
Let me roast this nigga now
Clips ain't fat, he just got a big ol' back
My nigga
You got a wide body: you a big ol 'Lac
I'd hate to be your friend when we was young
And some kids wan' scrap
‘Cause it probably be hard as
Hell to get yo' back
Oh, they want gun bars? I got
Y'all… I'll palm the toolie
He gon' take shots to the
Head like John Belushi
I’ll put this bitch on ice like Yamaguchi
Silent killer for the mob:
That’s Sean Kakhuski
See, I usually don’t stop y'all
During these battlin' verses
But, I guarantee there’s a few of y'all
That thought Sean Kakhuski was
A actual person
Be the same niggas that fall for
Clips' fifty and fifty nine
Surf with an AR on his hip
I don’t get it when they rhyme
But enough of that, y'all ain't seen me mad
I guess y'all right, the devil wear Prada
‘Cause, I'm about to get in my evil bag
I'm a skinny nigga, I could care less
About grandma good-ass cookin'
You fuckin' with a crazy nigga
That’ll run in the crib and
Give grandma that good-ass whoopin'
But y'all know I'm so
Motherfuckin' mean with it
I take that grandmother ass-whoopin' back
And do a whole nother scheme
I said, I’m probably just weird
As I walked up the stairs I
Broke a bottle of beer
Bent her over, stuffed it hard in her rear
Twist it out as the bottom just teared
Blood was everywhere, a lot was smeared
And I used it to write on
The wall "Hollow was here"
But y'all know I'm so
Motherfuckin' mean with it
I bring that grandmother ass-whoopin' back
And do a whole nother scheme
She senile, can’t tell who, what
Which and when
I took doo doo from her diaper
With some chocolate and mixed it in
Fed it to her, told her it’s a Twix and then
She said
"Is it supposed to taste this nasty?"
I said "Honestly, the shit depends"
She said, "On what?"
Repeatedly she get beat with a iron
And I tell your grandfather
"Get the fuck up out that wheelchair!"
And I sit down like, "Wheeww! Nigga
I’m tired!" that was a long day of
Ass-whoopin' for Charlie Clips
Damn, your shirt hardly fit's!
FYI, they got the salsa chips
Avoid the garlic dip
I’m just bein' real with you
I’m knowin' this true
Your face could tell it hurts inside
And you know that it's true

How this shit go again? "Your
Man Charlie Clips had
One battle and think he top three now
And how his name Charlie Clips if
We only seen three rounds?"
Damn, that was tough! That was back
When he was hungry, fire
And pause you had a lot of flame in you
But over the time you
Became a vending machine, hollow
You don’t know why? I’ll explain to you
See, Shady Records got a little hongry
They pushed buttons
And you was the one they put the change into
You chased that man around
More than Kaylin Garcia
It was to the point I felt ashamed of you
You threw money on stage and
Told Surf to strip
It was at that moment I seen the lame in you
You flew Calicoe’s pops a thousand miles and
Still had a debatable with Lux… Hollow
You let the fame get you
See, I wanna show you this 40 Glock
But, I'd rather school you before
The game hit you
‘Cause you chose the stage name "Hollow"
And it’s so crazy how that name fit's you
‘Cause see the definition of "hollow"
Is basically unfilled space
And with a name like that
How could y'all even think
He gon' bully Clips?
‘See, what bothers me is that he
Chose a name that means empty
But, your whole career you’ve
Been full of shit
Shall I continue? Work out, Hollow
Let's see what bein' brolic get you
'Til a chhhh chhhh hollow hit's you
And the doctors change your
Name while you asleep
‘Cause you done woke up with
Somethin' solid in you
But oohhh, you not that type of hollow
You an expanding bullet
Basically you a hollow-point
But, if we go to trial and Hollow point
At the nigga that shot the hollow-point
Then what the fuck is Hollow’ point?
Exactly, see you didn’t choose
The name Hollow
God gave it to this man and the shit special
See, he gave him the name
Hollow ‘cause he sharp
And with the right aim he
Probably could split metal
But, you're just a hollow so
Stay in your lane
‘Cause when you went against an Arsonal
We all seen how that kid stretched you
And remember
A hollow can’t go nowhere unless
The clip lets you this is some powerful shit
I understand y'all gon' get it
Don’t worry about it!

I probably won this round off that alone
One little scheme and a
Little bit of wordplay
You wanna know what’s crazy, Hollow?
I ain’t spit a punchline since like Thursday
You want one? Okay, cool
You about to get 'em in a bomb way
From now on, May 9th is national
"What the fuck happened to Hollow Da Don" day
I’m extra legit, I got a gift at rappin'
You in the presence of Clips imodium, hey D
Don’t let him get extra with shit
Cortez' real name is Ernie
And he rollin' with Hollow
Lookin' all desperate and shit
Now Ernie the one I should kill if
Charles right next to the Smith
Hollow, go 'head and give it up
Give it all you can!
But let your next of kin know that
I’m the God in the clutch
Remember he played Street Fighter
He never used Balrog and
Left y'all in disgust?
Well, I used to battle rap for
Free in the yard before lunch
'Til I picked Balrog and learned you
Can charge for a punch
Yeah, it’s over yes, Hollow, he the best
I’m in your mom's crib, she need a vest
Tryin' to leave blood all over the pad
But it ain't PMS
Ski mask on, 40 comin' out the waist
She about to see her death
They ain't seen a black face
Raisin' a cal since BMF
And you said you could beat me bar for bar
Hollow?
I’m from New York where we let off rounds
And my niggas will Smith you for seven pounds
Wait, wait, wait, that’s X-Factor's shit
Right? I’m buggin', y'all, I gotta chill
How about… grown man bars is somethin' he got
Wait, that’s Rex' shit, right?
Yeah, I’m buggin', y'all, for real
How about… so it’s Showtime? Stupid nigga
I’m not tryna steal i’m Shang Tsung
I’m just turnin' into all the
Niggas I already killed
My legacy is solidified Drake voice
Your shit is kinda iffy though
You beat Illmac after Con beat him
You beat Big T, okay… really, bro?!
I murdered Verb, I murdered Roc
And what I did to Rex? Silly though
And Factor, his career been fucked
That ain't even goin' to Xvideos
So let me ask y'all in the crowd
Raise your hand if you think
This sucka a legend
I did that first 'til Arsonal killed him
No debatin', nigga fucked up his record
Then he lost to Surf right after that
See I don’t fuckin' respect it
I just wanna know
When you go against Red mans
What the fuck is your method?
Listen, Hollow, I am the greatest
I do believe in the hype
But let’s say niggas don’t think I’m Jordan
And Mook laughin' because he thinkin' he Mike
But when Mook little daughter get older
And they go to ask her who the God
She not gon' remember Michael Jordan
But she always gon' remember LeBron
I’m about 6’8'', 6'9'', 250
Niggas get scared
When I come to the fuckin' basket
I jump in traffic
They say I’m not aggressive 'cause I
Might up and pass it
Oh, y'all still thinkin' I’m
Talkin' about I'm LeBron
Naw, I’m old school, I fuck with Magic
I compare myself to him ‘cause I’m
Sick and my son a faggot!
And you snooo datttt!
This nigga will never be Michael Jordan
If anything he Pierce
But the reason why I compare
Him to Paul is wonderful
See, you talk down on niggas
Like you a wizard
Tryin' to make him feel all uncomfortable
You tough when you was with Brooklyn
But when you not with your team
You're all soft and huggable
I ain't gon' lie, you the truth
But, your career gon' end with this
Wall in front of you
I coulda spit a thousand
Fuckin' bars this round
But this nigga needed to be humbled
Yes, Hollow, you need that
That LOM shit you got on your chest
You talk it but I bleed that
Drake offered me $20, 000 to battle DNA
I turned that shit down like
"I don’t need that!"
I didn’t even battle you for myself
I killed you so my little
Brother could have Queens back
Loyalty Over Money! I told you, Hollow
If y'all remember in the first round
I said make sure your third is your best
Or you're not gonna see another day
Every time I rhyme, take out your phone
And you better text your mother "Pray!"
‘Cause she gon' hit Smack, God and Beasley
And ask, "Why did you help take my son away?"
What time is it? It’s only about
Five hours left 'til Mother’s Day
Hey, Mrs dinnananon!