URLtv, Ill Will, Charlie Clips - Charlie Clips vs Ill Will lyrics

After the DNA battle, I thought it was over
But like I told ya
Him and JC got some hard fans
But, if I battle Ill Will who gon' die?
Ill Will like it was God's plans
So tell Ill Will he better have an ill
Will before I send him in God's hands
Or Ill will get to meet Ill Will when
I send him next to Nas' man
That was hard damn, I'm back on my bully
This my yard fam', I get him to move five
Tell my shooter
"It's a food drive he get the large cans"
Some big shit
You gotta shoot with Shaq fingers
Or one of God's hands
Gun on his throat, I put his vocals on a Mac
That's Garage Band
What you gonna tell y'all fans?
My name is Charlie Brown?
Okay cool, let's skip the politics


'Cause today, you getting
Schooled by Brownuniversity
This a college trip
I don't give a fuck who your camp is (campus)
All these niggas gon' scream
I load some brolic shit now that's crazy
'cause I got a bunch of niggas that yell
(Yale) without a scholarship
Question: who hot as Clips?
Matter of fact, don't answer that y'all
Silly me
Some of you fans be switching sides
Like y'all got Ill Will killing me
Like this fan, had the nerve to ask me
Like, "Yo, what if he gets slick with you?"
I'm like, "Really, B?
Well, if he gets slick
The Colt 45 get slick back with Williams
That's word to Billy Dee"
Y'all niggas got Ill Will killing me?
Nah this the man I'm planning to kill
What you gonna talk about me
Being on Wild N Out? Well shit
If that's your angle I hope
You planning to chill against Young Kannon
(Cannon) I was in my zone
I even had my hand in his grill
So why talking about Wild N Out when I
Was wildin' out on a Kannon for real
Nigga go 'head and talk about the
Show, turn it into a punchline, cool
But, I got a hitman, he real conceited
He want to know if your punchline true
He remind me of DC, not Young Fly
The sniper with the one eye view
Remember, he out the window
So they barely saw the cannon like Drumline 2
You should've knew this was a wrap
You should've knew this shit was a grave for
You once y'all name got set in stone
I don't know where you live
But my crib is nice
Basically I'm better holmes (homes)
Let alone, i be in my crib with all type
Of guns in a heavy zone
Today should I go with the four or
The nine? I feel like Jerry Jones
But see it's lines like that right
You know what?
That was for Toranio on the real
But I'm so muhfucking mean with it
Since you look like Cal' boy
(Cowboy) I might as well do a
Whole 'nother scheme with it
By me doing that alone right there let
You know who raps is better
I be confused like, "I wanna go with Romo
Even though Dak is better"
So I turn Dallas into San Fran'
Now that was clever
'Cause in order to get 49 you
Gotta put Romo and Dak together
Talking 'bout you wanna bring war to Clips
Nigga you must be out your mind
Y'all ain't catch that? Water, clips, my bad
That was an alka-line
Some of us grew up in the projects
Let's keep it real we ain't have
Dat water in that order
I don't wanna kill him and force it
(faucet) but he getting lead
That's tap water y'all know what? I'm so
Muhfucking mean with it
Since I'm on stage dressed like water
I might as well do a
Whole 'nother scheme with it i said yo
I said you still think you
Gon' bring war to Clips?
C'mon Will we know that's not true
You wouldn't dare park
(Deer Park) in my hood or try to stop through
You can rock 6 Flags all you
Want, your ride getting wet nigga
Even your block knew
Once I lift the pump that was the
Sign he getting his top blew
I'm not you, nigga don't hate me nigga
Just hate the skills
You mad cause I'm getting bread and Smack
The one who gotta pay the bills
I don't really wanna kill you, but Kermit
With the hoodie in my ear like
"Make the kill"
Head shot, Jay-Z in "Pound Cake"
Jesus take the wheel (Will)

Aye that Kermit line was fire nigga
But, bitch, this me
Why don't I put this 40 on your lip then
(Lipton) sip this tea
Okay, okay we here now?
See, that's what I'm saying to you
But, I need y'all to do one thang for me
When I say "Charlie!" I want y'all to
Say "Ain't nobody fucking playing with you!"
Let's try it with you one time, "Charlie!"
(Ain't nobody fucking playing with you)
Man, we in motherfucking Irving Plaza
This the same place Troy Ave was at
Bro I swear on God, my son, everythang
If something pop off I'ma react the
Same way Troy Ave would act
Bitch boy Bitchy McBitchums!
The son of Snitch man Snitchy McSnitchums
Aye, my pops 3rd Ward Calliope Projects nigga
I don't play the victim
But I got the juice now
I came travellin' with my old man's steel
So what I got in store?
Head shotlike Old Man Quiles
I told my brother Nitty, it was training day
Now I wanna see what y'all about
I could choke him with Denzel pen
Still wouldn't nothing dope come
Out of dog mouth
Hit him with a Sig, 'nother Sig
Like you need the cancer
If I come knocking at yo'
Do' with a li'l Roscoe
You better let Gina answer
I beat Bigg K, stopped Shine on his streak
I'm the fucking man
I killed Ars' and had another one for
Cal' lid but he fucking ran
Major key alert, Clips ain't that nice
So what the yapping 'bout?
Roc re matched you and put you
Under The Sea by Sebastian's house
What's up with you Harlem niggas?
Lux can't find himself, Mook want a million
And you never ready y'all know the problem
It's ironic
Frank Lucas handled Magic better than you
And y'all both from Harlem
That's why you ain't considered
Amongst the greats
Plus you don't know what we be on
Sawed off, have Clips everywhere like Vietnam
That funny shit? They buy that
These have connected to a lot of Chins
They triads
There comes a time when people want
To know what it is Clips
I'm not the type of nigga you
Want in your crib Clips
I ain't turning off Lion King when
I cut off the kid Clips
Full Clips, now that's what you never bring
Best believe we come to yo' block
We shot everything i told my little dawg
"Here here's a fire stick sit
Down and watch everything" the ditch digger
I don't really think you get the big picture
I'll shoot you in front of yo' bitch
Make her do a song with me and
Rap about how my dick bigger
Bitch nigga, homi at, insomniac
Yeah I stay up
Battle rap Mannequin Challenge
In other words
I'mma freeze Clips on the way up!
I don't give a fuck about careers
You talk about coming in my
House while I'm sleeping, nigga?
I'm busting out the pairs
I got clips for Clips
Might be one, might be two
Yeah, I'm busting out the pairs
Bananas in Pajamas: oh yeah
I'm coming down the stairs!
I don't care who you friends
Family or who you kick it with
You'll still get dropped like that
101 TV days can't stop this MAC
You talking 'bout robbing me nigga
Taking anything look brah, I'm still in
The streets getting cash
With a rocket for a dummy
You get iced on the side talking 'bout
"I got a pocket full of money"
Ill flips, Will flips, past shit
That's Charlie's angles 45, 357, Mac-90
These bitches ain't Charlie's Angels
You ain't never been in Pontiac
I be all through Harlem, don't forget that
I'll pull up, Lord Willin', bumping Clips
(Clipse) with extended clips like
"Where Clips at?!" catch him at a soul food
Vegan restaurant like "Clips, is that you?"
Eagle in the jacket got this bitch
Looking like a Triple Fat Goose
I'm at you, all through your house
Like I know y'all family
Calm with the steel like
Wolverine gone off Xannies
I seen your moms I was like, "Hey!"
She asked me to go in jaw so I did
I felt like Ashtray socking Loc Dog granny
I make house visit's
I got a team that get surgical while I
Hold the 'cane like House did it
I read your Wikipedia and they
Said you was a Blood
What? That's some Steve Harvey shit
You right, you a sorry bitch
Soft as Barbie tit's gut shot
Got him throwing up bloodnow
He Bharlie Blips! Man, nigga fuck yo' career
I still think you fat and funky cuz
Nigga act like he wasn't scared of the bars
Til he figured out who his bunkie was
YakTown in this bitch!

I said yo, I had a talk with
My brother Leon the other night, real shit
I said, "I love fucking battle rapping
I love the fans
But sometimes you can't trust these niggas
You got some real fans
But some niggas be switch sided"
He said, "Bro, man fuck them niggas"
I said, "Nah
You bugging what about the battle rappers?"
He said, "Shape up your skills
Stay sharp so you can cut these niggas"
Leon said, "If you spit 'cane
On nights like this
There's no longer no reason
To duck these niggas"
Now you was 30 when The
Five Heartbeats came out
So out of everybody, you should think
That last line was fire, boy
Amazing, you went from pushing keys like duck
To coming out singing like choir boy
All them John John-stealing lines niggas be
Spitting, they need to retire, boy
See, I'm a boss, i watch my niggas get the
Steel: I feel like Syahboy
Think about that for a second
Y'all ain't gotta cheer me on
Long as y'all get that
I could do another scheme with it but it's
Not the time for me to flip that
If it's beef
I'll have a car circle round your
Crib without the Lyft app neflix And Chill
This ratchet in my crib is
Ready for the kickback it's drama season
Dizaster high off shrooms: you'll
See a Llama speaking
Gun in my waist and it's pointing out here
But it's not the Weeknd
What you think holmes
(homes)? I'll crack your roof
Your ceiling will do a lot of leaking
We at your crib, ratchets
Waving at the house, like Obama speaking
When you try to duck the
Whip, we hitch a ride, now your mama leaking
What's wrong mama? She don't know
There's all kind of reasons it's 4: 00 AM
Me and the ratchet outside doing
All type of creeping but the side texts
(Tecs) gon' do this nigga dirty
All kind of cheating
You look like, you could be from St louis
Along with Aye Verb, Hitman, Magic
I know what y'all thinking, "Clips
You killing me" like, he could be Yung Ill
Old as Ice Pack or maybe RemyD
Fuck I gotta slow it down
In Lou' titles or something?
I said if a Verb hit, man it's gon' be Magic
You gon' be screaming out
"Clips you killing me"
Look at you, you old you can't be Yung Ill
Your Ice Pack is your remedy (RemyD)
This is New York, where the two
Piece come with a biscuit
Welcome to Kennedys
The lead pull, opposite of Red Bull
What's in the can is trying
To take your energy you gon' die nigga
You look hype but you just a shy chi' nigga
C'mon, y'all know the city where Big
Kannon is under Big T
I mean it's Common y'all could relate to me
Who they got out there? Young Kannon
Twista, and Chance The Rapper
Y'all can relate to me
Fuck, I gotta slow it down and put
It in Chi' titles or something?
I said the Big Kannon under the Big T
It's Common I keep that eight with me
If I see your bitch
The Young Cannon will twist her (Twista)
There's a Chance The Rapper don't
Wanna take with me
What's the problem? Nigga I'm from Harlem
Y'all don't wanna Shake with me
I don't need a gun cause
I'll hook on the spot
They thinking Drake with me
Look at this nigga mad
Heard you hit your girl
Yeah I heard you slapped your girl, you
Heard it I was fucking your bitch
That's crazy you would push her
(Pusha) cause you heard she
Fucking with Clips (Clipse)
The crazy part is all she
Did was lick my balls
She wasn't even sucking my dick
That's crazy cause your relationship
Is in limbo for her going under the stick
I hate these fucking top
Proving Ground, mid-tier niggas
I want them all dead
They ain't even book you niggas rooms
Four of y'all sleeping in Norb's bed
Chopper with the strap
I aim it steady and hit his forehead
The Internet saying "Damn
I handle the Bigg K better than Cortez"
I don't like you nigga
Like I said my nigga, don't hate me my nigga
You can hate the skills
Don't get mad at me and Smack cause he
The one that gotta pay the bills
You said "Sip tea"
Well Kermit still here and he telling me
To go and make the kill
In the words of Jay-Z, "Jesus
You can take the Will"

I called my brother Swave I said, "Dawg
I got your boy Clips" oh said, "Oh word?"
I said, "Hell yeah, who you got?"
He said, "Homi harlem and you my brother"
I said, "What the fuck that mean, nigga?"
He said, "Harlem and you my brother, nigga"
I said, "So you ain't on no side you
Split decision you gon' let
Him front for Harlem and I
Leave him back in Brooklyn?"
(But he not from Brooklyn he from Harlem)
You right I said it wrong
I meant I'ma get on the side
Of him and the split decision
Is to leave his front in Harlem
And his back in Brooklyn
I don't really bump hip hop, music to my
Ears is Calypso moving through the air
Know what I'm saying?
Fuck slowing it down, speed it up
I don't bump, what I got on my hip, pop
Music to my ears is Clip's
Soul moving through the air
You don't want me to go back to the old me
Cause I think all you weak
I'll give you all the heat
I was a nightmare on any block
Robert Englund ain't want me to fall asleep
I'm Hilary cousin, Fresh Prince of my city
Don't taunt me fam'
If Will feel he tripping
I go back home to get the
He don't want these cans
I let your Uncle, feel (Phil) the right
Nah he don't want these hands
Then you'll see Clips from Will pop's like
"Why he don't want me man?"
Speaking of whyi got a few "whys"
Why is your name Charlie Clips if you
Ain't never got a full clip?
Why did you go on Funk
Flex spitting that bullshit?
You do you say you going off
The top like it even matter?
Why did you become a vegan awhile
Ago and you getting fatter?
Why did you let Couture go on
BET with that wack shit?
Why you ain't help your spouse up?
Why am I guessing which room you in when
I can blow your fucking house up?
It's funeral time
This how you lyrically leave a vet leaking
I'm sharp off the tongue like
Bernie and Shep' speaking i told Jay Rell
"I spit dope so why DI
Nigga? I'm Butch Jones"
But, I'ma chill, hold down
Puff and leave ash to this
World I'm Wolf Jones i'm back
Finger-fucking a nigga til she climax
This chopper big-
The crowd loses their fucking minds
I'm back
Finger-fucking a nina til she climax
This chopper big, Clips come watch it in IMAX
This your D-Day, yeah I'm exposing a ho
No, he going fo' sho'
That 40 have Chucky leaning like Charles
Lee Ray pouring a fo'
This the School of Hard Knocks
We gotta stop the truancy
Give 'em tips, it's not gratuity
After a lil' fame I'm Lil' Wayne
This black life ain't got shit to do with me
This me and you, fuck them other suckers
I still think you an undercover
Empty, reload then bust a motherfucker
That shotty got e'rybody in the
House butt naked like
"Nino don't trust a motherfucker!"
But this nigga said, "17: 38 military time
The semi busting" cool
"Gut shot
Got him leaning back like Remy dumping"
I'm like, "Cool!" then the dumb nigga said
"Silencer on the strap
When I shoot it, it go pa-poose
Sound like I'm calling Remy husband"
That was fire?
If it was fire, then that's cool!
I just wanna know what the
Fuck gun goes "poose"?
But, you ain't gotta tell me
If that's the case
That ain't where the shit stop
'cause I'm really with the shit
So when the semi's splitting shit
And I get in some shit
I put the silencer on the strap it go
"jah roo": sound like I'm calling 50 nemesis!
You mad nigga, well I'm glad, you
Can Cry Me A River, really doe
Head shot will have him leaning on
One like Justin in that video
Aye, you say a lot of shit that be nasty
But having a whole round about a nigga balls
That's nasy
You had a whole round about a nigga's junk
And they was consecutive
You talked more about nuts
Than a Planter's executive
Man, skip this bitch, hit his jaw
Dent it twice
I let the fo' clap him like a Simpson's fight
Two Girls One Cup, I'm so sick of Clips
But I can end these black lives
And start 'em on some George Soros shit
Cock back leave your torso split
DZ's hit your chest on some Zorro shit
Every nigga I'm riding with
Got more than two arms we in the Goro whip
Aye Smack, this my land now
Cause, I see the possibility lines
So I'ma proximity mine a of time
Until everything in my proximity mine
You feeling me slime?
But this nigga told Fab' he
Be moving the work
Bitch shut up, you don't be doing shit
I see it all over your face
But, if I even ponder, Stevie Wonder
Over those keys I have your
Head all over the place but, you?
Ill Will forced to stop

I said April 2009, what a time
My battle with Tay Roc dropped
The whole world got a chance to hear from me
August, 2011, what a time
What I did to Aye Verb had
Every battle rapper scared of me
Niggas wasn't even friends back then
But they was hanging out
Having conversations on how they was
Gon' prepare for me
Now we in 2016 I've been bullshitting
Battle rappers is no longer scared of me
What I gotta do to make
These niggas scared again?
I see a gotta take a nigga like
Ill Will and then chalk him out
See you and your hype man be going crazy
But we gon' see what that heart about
Cause after tonight they gon say I Am Legend
Right now y'all don't know
What I'm talking 'bout
But remember in I Am Legend
It took Will and his dog
To bring that monster out
I'm Goku in that hyperbolic chamber nigga
Nigga the air is real gravity on 10, 000
Doing push ups I'm prepared to kill
Be on the lookout
Let these niggas know this ain't a cookout
I seen y'all prepared to grill
Well 100 niggas in Pontiac can die
Just for you staring Will (steering wheel)
I air Mags, look at these broke
Niggas, they wanna get high
But they share bags
Nickles and a zip lock, ironic
Pontiac be moving air bags
Don't you dare laugh
Cause killing you is my real assignment
I'm a bad mechanic in Pontiac
I'm 'bout to fuck up Will alignment
If I'm in Pontiac and I catch you in traffic
And you try to jam me nigga
Two Glocks out the tool box on the
Pontiac that come in handy nigga
Oh, oh, oh, what? Is 'Yac Town in this bitch?
You stand behind him cause
That's your family nigga
Well niggas die everyday behind the Will
(wheel) B that's word to Brandy nigga
What you say? Okay I see you talking so
This is what I'ma do
I'ma turn Pontiac into the exhibit
Xzibit once I grip my nine
See they gon' find you in hood
That part slipped my mind
But they gon' find you on the windshield
Hmmm around six they gon' fix my ride
It's crazy cause I rearranged Pontiac like
It was Pimp My Ride
Mannequin Challenge, but no nigga
Not from me, i done froze your peeps
You don't notice every time you
The main event half
Of the crowd start to go to sleep?
What you be paying this nigga? $1
500 to end the show?
I mean, whoa that's deep
I mean you actually think it's Good Will
Get you the clothes for cheap
I'll catch this nigga with the Smith while
He on his Pursuit Of Happyness
Kick the bathroom door and
You'll see Will crying, life's a bitch
So is the movie Hitch, I'll have Will lying
Six niggas with me
That's 7 Pounds I'll have Will dying
And this Smith in my hand cock
(Hancock) y'all gon' see Will flying
No, no, no, no, no hold up, slow up
I'm so motherfucking mean with it
Nigga Will Smith got some
Many damn movies I'ma
Do a whole 'nother scheme with it
I'll have a bunch of Men In Black at your
Door and they all aiming at your mug
Y'all wanna die for Will? Suicide Squad
Taking all these slugs
He'll go from Deadshot to shot dead
In Detroit, I'll chase him with the snub
Now it's the Ali movie
Cause they found Will shaking in the Glove
Hold up y'all, pardon me y'all
My spider senses is going off
Pardon me y'all I really got to feel it
That your aunt and your uncle been on my
Dick but you ain't riding with 'em
You mad cause you got suited to black
Out and every line is Venom
I will give William da fo'
(Dafoe) even though he not the villain
That was crazy, check this card, I
Got an Arsonal of views
I mean a lot of millions
I'll make your bitch give me and T Top
That's a lot of children fuck the bar
I brought my own bottle of
Rum inside the building
I get drunk push Tsu aside
(suicide) and start robbing (Robin) Williams
Now, we know I'm on TV doing my thang
But, I took this battle for
Those that was doubting me
Cause, I got word 'bout
These bitch ass niggas
And these hoes here was doubting me
So you know what I did, right?
(What's that?) y'all don't know what I did?
(What?)
I had a shooter Rose from the balcony
I was gonna shout you out D
Rose but they fucked it up
But, I'm still gonna have to clap a bitch
I know your legs hurt but I'm make
You take a knee like Kaepernick
And since we on the subject of
Knicks and we still clapping
Remember he'll finger fuck a nigga
So he'll probably feel (Phil) Jackson

Get ready for his rebuttal, it's gonna be hot

Aye, that's D rose up there? Daaaamn!
Aye, you like that shit Clips
Said? That's what's up
You did, I hope your leg stay fucked up
This nigga always get mad when
Somebody talk about this pops
Look, nigga save the drama so yeah
Nigga we 'bout to talk about
Yo' punk ass daddybaby mama
Have y'all ever seen-I'm-I swear to God I'm-
Have y'all ever has anybody
In here raise your
Fucking hand if you seen Clips mama
Dawg, this nigga mama so fucking fine, bruh
I swear on my son- I'm
Not even rapping right now, she fine!
Like nigga she bad, I just wanna go in like
Like put my hands around her hips
Go in for a kiss suck on them tit's
I'm a nasty nigga so I'll
Prolly do something like
Shitcum in her pit's make her do this
I don't know man, I don't know

That ain't nasty that's stupid

Aye, but you mad nigga? Well I'm glad nigga
Now we know why his pops was snitching
He was trying to get back to that ass nigga
But, I will beat the fuck out him
But he will prolly press charges
That's what fear do
But my first shotta, Surf mama
He pressing nines as soon as he hear sue
My stock lifted, I don't wanna talk
Why don't you and the Glock kick it
You wanna fight? Clip will be fucked up off
The fade like Michael J fox did it
You completely fallen off as a battle rapper
Same recycled bars
Same-nigga you need to sell something
You got something in the arsenal
Arsonal so much you got me
Thinking you and Darrell fucking
"I got something in the arsenal
Arsonal" y'all gay
But c'mon Clips we just miss that old Clips
That, that, "Oh shit! That's some GOAT shit!"
You know, just damaging
Now I don't know who fucked up
At the lines worse with Magic
You or Nick Anderson
Nigga you ain't the same, but fuck you
Tell your bitch to come here
And bring that head over
You know she a thot
My dawg tagged off the neck
Like a dead soldier i'ma scheme
I used to sell five dollar rocks
The size of lima beans
Now I'm all grown up I got all kind of green
Pills too, i can flip the script quicker
Than a drama queen fuck you mean?
But Clips, I got a bullet just for you
Your size
Trip, I give you a round where ever you at
I'm your tour guide
I wanna know if you the GOAT
I need more than proof
I'll shoot you while your whore with you
Just this young nigga that
Can afford to shoot
You and your man's connected? These 2K's
Will turn y'all to orange juice
So fuck it, we gon' go your route nigga
But, I ain't gotta guess what room you in
I'm already in the house nigga
I'm in the basement, waiting
He under-prepared
Watch your step Clips cause them
People Under The Stairs
You get the rawest of deals
I hit your jaw with the steel
He in the hospital, they like
"It's Charlie Clips sike I lied!"
He like, "Naw, this for real!"
I'm an all around crowd please, r
Keep talking that work you gon' get the tips
Over the keys like a lounge singer
You know, THAT problem
You done finally came into that 'Yac problem
Where the gat solve 'em
The nine put the the-
Hold on, hold on, hold on naw, naw
I ain't chocking I just wanted to see if
He'll help me solve a Math problem
Aye but look, I ain't going on and on
I just wanted to talk about that cause
It was so funny watching you act like
You ain't know what was going on
Math was right HERE
Getting jumped like a motherfucker
You were on camera looking
Dumb than a motherfucker
But when Rex checked you about your pops
I could tell you was pissed
You wanted to bomb homie
Bitch tried to man up for her pops and
Go to war like Milan told him
But bring that Milan shit back
Cause I don't care what Milan told him
I'ma be getting mushu after dragging
(dragon) Clips like Milan homie
But look, ain't nobody playing
With you Clips, yawn all you want
Your girl ain't even playing
A year ago he was probably like, "Baby
Guess which room I'm in"
"Boy, I'ma kill you"
Year later, "Baby guess what-
"-nigga we got bills due"
You childish and I don't feel you
I know you Harlem but you too bitch
Like Alpo cooling with your father
The whole world watching you drown
Like Truman in the water
I'm on my way Clips
Full locomotive train Clips
If you better than stop it then
If you got beef with me you better
Walk out the house with Colossus skin
You Beast? No, I think you a Shih Tzu
Cock back you Hank McCoy, your shit blew
Blue my nigga Clips, is you a thug or not?
Cause, I'll Storm in your house and
Cover you with the steel, now you Juggernaut
Smack put me on the bill
I'm Gambit I make the card hot
It's my throne, I'm who they feel here
Charles Xavier is the only nigga taking Will
(wheel) chair take that shit to Wild N Out
Make sure that where that shit stay
November 20th is now known as What
The Fuck Happened To Clips Day
But, I killed you nigga and
I'm still your folks
I just want you to know you going
Against Will your will get wrote
Nigga say they the best but I killed the GOAT
Any Ill Will toward Ill Will
Smack stops the battle