URLtv, Charlie Clips, JC - Charlie Clips vs. JC (Rematch) lyrics

Remember that one-rounder that we
Had in Chicago? Woo! I ain't gon’ lie
That was some classic shit
Boy, you danced your way out
Of an ass-whoopin' and
Showed the world that you
Could rap wit' Clips
You popped a bottle, celebrated a debatable
And that was at a time
When I was practicin’ abstinence
‘Cause, I didn't give a fuck
But I still was killin' pussies by accident
Now you got me in a small room
Battlin' on the app and shit
Hopin' this'll make your stature lift
Invitin' all of these cameras to this secret
Location to let your ratchet spit
Showin' Smack how you throw
Bullets in the field
Hopin’ to get Lux and Surf after this
Puttin’ in all that work for the league for


The league to tell you "No" like Kaepernick
‘Cause you not a star
You from a city called Pontiac and nobody
In your family got a car
You not even that nice
You make ugly faces like, "I know"
And the crowd get hype
Nigga, that's not a bar
Jesus Christ, Saga ran from me
He got low, so
(Loso) now me and you gotta spar
‘Cause lyrically, we both Qurans you Butler
And I’m what you read when
You tryna find Allah we are not the same
I know niggas that don't even rhyme
That wanna take my schemes
Next to the semi (Semmi) , but I ain't Akeem
Wit' a rocket, and it ain’t Hakeem
Sniper rifle, I'm on the roof
Soon as you stop dancin'
I'mma take mine clean
Until then, you gon' be in the view
(interview) more than Ace Amin
And by Ace, I mean danger
It's kinda hard to stay mellow
(‘Melo) when your whole team Blazers
I get to wavin'
You don't even wave back: he a mean neighbor
The MAC open up
JC face everywhere: that's a screensaver
Extendo - that shit turn the
Baby into a teenager that's my old gun
Wait ‘til they get a load of my new extendo
He got a Glock-9 from the plug? Oh
He must have brought a new Nintendo
I'll take your niece, lure her
(Laura) upstairs
And throw that little bitch
Through the window
And you don't think Family Matters ‘til she
Never come downstairs like Judy Winslow!
I'm from Harlem, but the problem?
My schemes so fabulous (Fabolous)
They think I might be from Brooklyn
In front of my building movin' blow in
The bag like Spike Lee in Crooklyn
Homemade silencer on the gun
I'll clap you while the white people lookin'
And they gon' love it
‘cause I'm raisin' the potato
Like white people cookin'
Now for the Blacks that don't
Understand that, I can understand
So the hate is valid
But Charron in his house goin' crazy ‘cause
They put raisins in their potato salad
Back to you - you clappin' who?
Nigga, I want you to imagine that
Beasley callin' you, Cheeko sendin'
You a deposit, and you about to battle Smack
Exactly, won't ever happen
Like you squeezin' out of the Cadillac
I got some big shit that's kickin'
Like Franchise before battle rap
Aye, all you rookies callin' out us
Vets? I fuck wit' y'all
But y'all depressin'
But for the right price
I might walk through the Swamp
And give Your Honor lessons
My aim so fuckin' good
Right now I could palm a Wesson
Look in the camera and shoot a
Hater out the comment section!
I know y'all want me to keep
Goin' ‘cause I'm doin' him dirty
But blame Smack ‘cause this the app
And they only paid me to go 2 minutes and 30!
(laughs)

Lately you been wildin' out
I been handin' out L's
So lately they called me to bring
The L that fit's you it's tailored
So I had to put down the
Poundssomethin' you never been through
Now they say you been on your shit lately
Yeah, you provin' that
So I assume I should be
On my best against you
But they seen what I been through
War (wore) in battle rapmore than them LOM suit's
I heard you lost weight
Charlieand I'm glad you found it
But, I'm proud of you
But bein' mad at Joe for
Not bein' on his Rushmore?
What is this amountin' (a mountain) to?
The day we saw Clips in his feelings
(fillings) like 50 wit' the face shot
I know, the shit wowed me, too
The shit hit me like a BET
Voiceovershit didn't even sound like you
But nonetheless
They required that special aim
Weapon raise, so I'mma let it spray
It's not as cheap as you think
You know how many calls I get to
Kill a nigga weak in the ring?
Just about every seven days
So make this effort worth it, and look alive
Man
Since when does bringin' these pussies the
Smoke take a devised plan?
I thought you boys was fit for war
You'll more likely hear I got
Deployed into the war
Before you could ever tell a nigga I ran
(Iran) i don't know who the fuck you
Niggas think you talkin' to
It literally goes for all of you!
I even told the staff, "It
Don't matter who you cast, p
ER is the only thing they
Gon' be walkin' through" i am wit' action
I killed yo' ass befo'but it
Was in Chicago and they ain't give a fuck
'cause the shit happens
But, you back kickin'
So whoever act get clapped wit' him
I'm on his trail blazin'
I even give his dame dis (s)
And now she wrapped in the shack
(Shaq) wit' him it's a quick trip
I know you not nearsighted
But you never really seen shit this tense
(tints) it's immeasurable
Like my accuracy with six-shots
The hit's level you
One for every limb, then the brain
And the last? In (N) the chainncredible!
You are just another Tyrese
Before he became famous
'Cause you on camera in 'My Way'
But just another victim of a crime wave
For just bein' on camera comin' out the
Side of your faceany old kind way (Conway)
Nigga, stop!
You jumped in this bitch belly-first
- you been a flop!
I look at you likesam Jackson
When McDowell's was gettin' robbed
Like, "Who the fuck is this asshole!?"
Then it's the mop! Untuck it and clap
I Chef up three of them thangs
We can have a rebuttaling match
Or I'll take the 30, drop it
It'll be like hospice: you can die
Right where you most comfortable at
Who better than I?
You already expected to die
But the fact that you accepted this
Death by the God is outlandish
I'm outstandinglike a heroin nod
And the only thing you deserve from
This ability is a welfare check
You saw what I did to
The shooter and the driver
One shot, made him pass at the wheel
That shit took Bel-Air Prep
I know you know the deal
They gave me three rounds when
I proved I needed one
This shit 'bout to be overkill
And you know that
Publishing Clearinghouse shit
That's that annual check for the weak
(week) just so niggas know it's real
It's bodybags at every battle
Make sure your homie found one
Now do not jump in that bitch yet
'cause this is only Round 1

JCi'm just a different nigga
And before this develop
Into somethin' negative, i end up in jail
Havin' a Kodak mo-
I hope you get the picture
I will pistol-whip Smart Guy 'til the bitch
Come out of him like Sister, sister
Ha ha ha my bad
I just always wanted to do the
Kawhi laugh before I clip a (Clipper) nigga!
Revolver spinnin'
Don't ask me - ask the gun if
It got a problem wit' him
Deadass, all my ratchets come wit' extensions
I love Harlem women
I sent a bitch to ask him for a Magnum
He didn't have the whip, gun
Or the condom wit' him
So y'all believe Duke carryin'?
Word to Grayson Allen, y'all is trippin'
Eminem jokes? I can't wait
I heard 'em all because I'm in the field
6 feet? No, they gon' bury you 5'9"
So button
(Budden) up because you gettin' killed
I'mma do Slim shady for actin'
Like he know Slim Shady
Knowin' damn well you don't know
How that nigga feel
Errybody wanna take up for Em untilthey
Left lookin' like Emmett Till!
And that's no disrespect to my ancestors
That's just a bar, I didn't plan for it
See, freestyling, that's just 'The Way I Am'
I'm the man for it
You wanna 'Lose Yourself'? Good!
'Cause, I'm 'Cleanin' Out My Closet' and
Got a can' for it a old M16
(Em' 16) , and wow
I didn't even need a stand ('Stan') for it!
Aye, I'm a fuckin' legend and a GOAT
But to some of you battle rap niggas
I I might be Dad like- Like, I put up
A video sayin', "Hadouken
Sasaiyuken-" and the shit made Mike P mad
Me and Mike P beefin' over who was Ryu first?
That's the shit that made
That nigga my enemy?
Well, you can be Ryu, bro!
'Cause at least I know you'll never be akin
(Ken) to me and aye, speakin' of kin, shout
Out to my moms, 'cause she always told me
That the hate'll come
And this is what happens
When the computer about
To get a perfect on Player 1
Mike P stole my style
But, you can have that 'cause
You my favorite son
Plus I got so many Styles, P
I could give you, Sheek, and Jada one
Amazing how I stopped gamblin'
But I still know how to cover the spread
I see you (ICU) , you cold
Your mother over you tryna cover your legs
"Oh, my baby, he looked so fuckin' young!"
That's when I walk in dumpin' the lead
Now her baby look like my baby:
16 with one in the head! Hey, aye, hold up
You know what? I'm so mu'fuckin' mean wit' it
Let's add some 'BOP', take that baby shit
And do a whole 'nother scheme wit' it
I said, y'all sent the dancer to outshine
A nigga from Harlem? Huh - well
This the part where I'll zip him up
See, his delivery? Premature
But pay attention because it's sick as fuck
If he drop the baby? Child services:
I'm gon' pick it up and switch to the razor
So every nigga in JC section
(C-section) is gettin' cut
You the worst punk
Always talkin' 'bout bodies
But never put a body in the hearse once
They gon' find you wit' your
Guts in your lap
Lookin' like you rolled your first blunt
Shoot at me all you want
I bet them bullets won't hurt once
You know why? 'Cause you shaky
Like a Twork punch!
You know what- your gun game
Shaky like a Twork punch
I know, I know - "Keep goin', Clips
'cause you doin' him dirty!"
But blame Smack 'cause this the-
2 minutes and 30

Jersey! Let's get it
Yo, it's on you
Second round, JC, let's get it

Aight, yo i guess you saw this comin'
Y'all let Nick Cannon gas y'all
Up to go at Eminem? Don't worry, bro
You not finna be takin' all the blame
But y'all niggas shoulda jumped on that
Trackand waited on a train
That shit was horrible

(laughs) hilarious, hilarious

That shit was horrible
And you had the best worst
Verse outta all of you!
And there were multiple!
And that nigga didn't even respondand
Y'ALL like 0 and 2!
I can't BELIEVE you, bro!

Ah, I knew I said Eminem
Jokes in my second round-
I knew it! (laughs)

I can't believe these niggas
On the frontline for Mr drumline
Battle rappersand didn't drop one line
To make a nigga say, "I'd cop"
Not even one time
That's why his soul still wanderin' here
Nothin' but time borrowin' here
He know where he 'bout to go
Grandma cooking can't follow him there
He know he gettin' it face shotwit' a smile
I'mma show him what photogenic is
The BaldHead blew
Had him screamin' like OT Genasis
That "check a nigga" shit? That didn't
Start or end wit' him
That's for any nigga who don't think they
Can get wiped off the scene
I can go from yo' brother -
(chk-chk) - to Chi Ali
Checkin' pussies and makin' sure not
A fuck will be given?
Oh, I been on that T-IP i'm a bad man
And been airin' since Favre passed the torch
But, I been thrashin' 'em since
As savage as savage can get
But when my opps wanna play hero
I'll put the gloves down
And tag in this stick (antagonistic)
The clip is slidin' bitch, get defiant!
It's silencers on the barrel
When the pistol fryin'
I will Summer Impact promo Clipsthe
Shit'll be quick and silent
Speakin' of, oh, he leakin' blood
Who gives a fuck? Clean it up!
The shit was done so well
I let the new movers keep the rug
It was so silent
You could hear a dime get dropped
Speakin' of
Naw, even though this shit aim and pop
It's not aimed at Pops
You said Mama was the real
Gangsta in yo' family
I respect that, but it explains a lot
Like, you are the seed of yo' father
No matter how bad you feel about what he did
That shit sittin' in yo' blood
You will never be like Mama Clips no matter
No wonder how both Charlies let
The women be the thugs
You literally known for half-effort
Showin' up without a third round
When niggas swore you was at yo' tip-top?
Bitch, stop what's the real reason you
Wasn't fightin'besides the flip-flops?
Never mind!
I'll charge that as bein' somethin'
We will never find
Just know it's other options you
Can choose instead of frying
Like fixin' that tonelike Melodyne
A weapon rise
You know you can always expect it on me
I post slugs, left a lil' bit extra on him
Expose mo' bloodthan 6ix9ine testimony
They know I'm 'bout to spaz! Chopper blast
Freestyle ain't how you got your shine
It actually came off Roc, bottom line
So don't come in this ring
Throwin' out the pad! I've mastered this
Niggas been tryin' out for years
And they ain't passin' shit
But when it come to givin' work out
I hold my own: that's Kaepernick
And when it come to puttin' niggas
In gowns and lettin' caps fly?
Oh, I'm a graduate
They said these plugs couldn't be
Shit without the outlet, but I adapted quick
Now when I provoke him wit' the toast
Do that make me the
Reaper or Devil's advocate?
And youis it Wildstyle or battle rap again?
I don't know - you do too much flip-floppin'
And I can't do the Math wit' this
But just don't have another pair
On when the next disaster (Dizaster) hit
Round 2!

JC, I fuck wit' you

You better

But Omarion, Lil Fizz
And Raz B should be jumpin' you
'Cause you sent a dance video to
The nigga that grip they butt
But it didn't make you feel uncomfortable
And y'all got the nerve to say
JC stands for "Jesus Christ"?
Nigga, my Lord and Savior would
Never fuck wit' you
You been askin' askin' to get Loaded so long
And look at God he put a nigga that's loaded
Right in front of you
And you gon' pretend like you
Don't give a damn
But the way you chasin' Lux
It remind me of Instagram
And y'all gon' fuck wit' the plot
Oh, 'cause see, you use the ink well
But you always posin' to be somethin' you not
Oh, I'mma shut him up, Loaded (uploaded)
He gon' get the large picture
And it ain't gon' be somethin' to crop
And it's crazy 'cause every time he
Feel the need to rise
He always gotta see Lux at the top
'Cause you know Inkwell, the filter rise
And you see Lux at the-
What are you sellin' me?
"The Lord work in mysterious ways"
At least that's what my
Grandmama was tellin' me
And she was right 'cause you
Can do the Robot
But can't get the nigga who
Could do the Robot
And his e-e-e-energy sold separately
Jesus Christ, you just had to be the Judas
Well, you gon' get these beats
Bad: these shit's Cassidy-influenced
And yeah, JC
My e-e-e-energy sold separatelybut
Battery's included!
I said, and yeah, you was right
I had a couple Rocky steps in my career
But my new shit'll make Drago run
I'm a different Creed from a Harlem, about
20 blocks away from the Apollo, son
I keep bullets all inside my crib
I could reach in the linen closet
And give you a hollow one
And that was crazy when you think about it
'cause Lennon is Hollow's son
I showed Twork - aka Jeroozsalem -
Who really was the best i battled Math
Showed Justin and he really was impressed
John John, now JC?
I'll even show Jerry who really run the West
(Wess) all I do is knock off Js
Like Rum Nitty gettin' dressed!
Imagine me takin' this nigga to the game
Store to get Madden and 2K
And this nigga pick up Just Dance
Put on music, tell him to stand still
And JC just can't
Jesus Christ, I'm just Charlie
Don't need 100 niggas, it's just Clips
And you won't dance for any man in the world
JCjust Chris
You know what? You gotta be one of
The worst hustlers that I ever met
'Cause you only makin' a
Thousand off of SMACK
You known for baggy clothes
A classic with Chilla, chasin' Lux
You kinda lousy wit' the stats
Oh shit, you did kill Rich Dolarz, though
I'm proud of you - in fact
I think it's funny
'Cause you bragged about how you ate Dolarz
($8) for a monthand now you on the app!
Yeah, I know, I know
Keep goin' 'cause I'm doin' him dirty
But Smack
You only paid me to go 2 minutes and-
Nah, you know what? Fuck all that
I think I'mma extend the rhyme
You paid me to go 2: 30, but
For my niggas who bought the app
Fuck it - I'll extend the time
I already know you gon' do Orlando
Nick jokes, prob'ly
But, you danced for Chris Stokes
And he said he seen that man go down
And that's crazy
So why bring up Nick and all
Them lies from Orlando Brown?
If I catch you wit' Orlando in Orlando
Then them bats go wavin'
And them gats go blazin' it'll be more
(B-more) niggas in the field throwin'
Bullets than Lamar Jackson
And That's So Raven
I did that just for the app
'cause I was doin' him dirty
I gave y'all 2: 45
Even though I got paid for 2 minutes and 30!

I really hate the fact that you
Been gettin' by wit' that style

You love it

It's kinda- I don't it's kinda old now
But since you been tryin' new shit
I told 'em we was gon' get silencers to
Mute Clipsright after the Volume go down
Now we here acknowledge fear
You just rappin'
I'm rappin' to wrap up a body that
Woulda wrapped up another solid year!
I been doin' this shit since I started, Clips
Show respector you know what's next
Big Remington
Left a hole big as a fist in his shit
(chk-chk) Open-chest
One deploy when it burst
Y'all pain brings me so much
Joy that it hurts
I mean, it's a cemetery full of
Plots y'all could sleep in
And you goin' in it first
Mad I told you about the plots
Before you seen 'em? Oh, well, spoiler alert
You basic and weak!

That was hard

You basic and weak you are basic and weak
Dyin' from a overdose of a drug
That was based in a week
Now the hand out for payment
Niggas love tryna write like me for me
'til the fans demand that they change it
I'm too witty, charm's what makes it unique
This shit like a Pandora bracelet
The shit wild stretch him out
That mean extended Clips if you get loud
Then you get ate
(eight) but he only remember
Two pieces Chris Childs
You are too in the way
I killed yo' ass last time you
Was too in the way and at that point they
Should've threw you away
But they done brought a savage back
To break down Clips over battle rap?
Oh this shit 'bout to Ruin Your Day
Just cause the round's short
It means you die faster there's no amnesty
You just actin' these clips really kill
Right in the act - ask Brandon Lee
See, these quotes different
And it's okay if you don't get it
Most miss it 'Til it's right on the
Side of they faceprolific
I know, you couldn't have caught this worse
I mean
It was supposed to start with bars at first
But when you couldn't make it close
It was time to create a Ghost
And I had to show him how stars
(Starz) Network
One call, then we wreckin' yo' shit
You started off makin' a name off Roc
(k) , then you became a steppin' stone with
Now it's my turn my for cookin'
And when you see me loadin' that last bullet
That put all the pressure on Clips
And you still fat, and forever second
But, you can be first for the weapon testin'
I'm shootin' somethin' JC gotta hold
(hole) in two hands resurrection
I aim the piece, you already
Died from a round
You know exactly how my aim can be
Like if I swing through with a Kyrie move
Nobody gonna wanna play with me
So start saying your peace
Or face the barrelsave all that shit
To say to the piece
Now you really gotta face
That rap behind bars time to live up to that
Famous name in the streets, charlie Jr!
Nah, time to go, but, it's a shame he
Couldn't have departed sooner
But he gotta die
His name for some reason, once again
Is on that dotted line
And I'mma have some much shit
Poppin' up on Clips, it gon' feel monetized
I only needed one Smith
But they done gave Clips to a
Gunsmith to break all this down
Last time I had a six shooter
But somehow he the target now?
Cool, one shot, from the mag' numb
(magnum) everything from the target down
You could've ALWAYS been fully loaded Clips
The accuracy is what
Everything revolve around
And that's why there's no reason not
To make this battle all tragic
I mean, surely
(Shirley) I'm dumb cold (Cole)
But still clap a large ratchet
And I'll let 'em all have it
Then the eulogy get delivered and I'll
Be staring at your box, smiling
Just so they know an Amazon packed it
It is over wit'
Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all
Know I wrote the shit
Cause every battle turns into a eulogy
My condolences