URLtv – Charlie Clips Vs Yung Ill lyrics

[Round 1: Yung Ill]
They put Clips on this cliff, I tell 'em leap from the edge
But it's discerning cause
This the type of sermon I should've been preaching to Red
But I'm back Smack, I feel right at home
Can get my rifle on to detach every vital bone
Between his feet and his head
Give his casket a microphone and tell his fans he can speak from the dead
See you an industry nigga, I'm a "in the street" nigga
So the streets how I play it
Quarter mil' tucked between the mattress, no sheets on the bed
I'll have a cell phone the first week in the F.E.D.S
Handsome, but this handgun a beauty, I'm a beast with the lead
He propose beef but petition for peace when I put this piece to his head
He said, "Them dope lines will bring Yung Ill back"
Boy that sound like something my niece would've said
You more butt than the first piece of the bread
Cause dope lines like, "I will get tired and slow leak 'em
Or just air it all out", but why weed through the lines that I care nothing 'bout
I'm a straight shooter, I'll just crack heads from here on (heron) out
Do you know what kind of drama you are in B?
Um, well, machete with the Jagged Edge, he's taking more than one L
Y'all brought Boyz II Men?
Well these End Of The Road gun shells
When these straps are drew, he'll see 'em life like dumbbells
I told Smack, "We Could Do It Anywhere"; 112
You dealing with that carnivore that was born for war
Get your armor tore, I'm in Harlem armed with fours
Swarm his corner and snapped his arm in four
Bounce to his parents house unannounced
But what I need to give a warning for?
When I'm bombing shots that'll open mom and pops like a corner store
But tell this cat to stop it, get his body in HD
I tap his pockets and come after do(dough) like re mi
You'll get put in a B.A.G. for trying to be a G
All that G.A.B. will have me on his block
With the windows down like I need AC
But y'all already know what I do to this nigga...
Just in case y'all forgot, who is this nigga?


[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
You was on drugs when I was battling B Magic
Your neice was right
And I stated "If that one real fact
Then these cocaine lines will bring Yung Ill back"
Welcome back my nigga, a lot of fans thought you died
Not from the ass whooping O-Red gave you, but from all the drugs you tried
When I found out you might be smoking crack, man I l most cried
Remember when I called your phone like, "Yo, it's gon' be alright!"
Well I always lied
Nigga, I'm a hustler, it's my job for me to gas up a crackhead
Nigga, I don't have third rounds, you don't have no rounds
Which one of us owe Smack bread?
But see, Beasley wanna keep your career going, well nigga that's dead
Cause your career will never grow here (hair) again, it's like Smack head
But let me pause that, no homo
Cause gay niggas like you give off a different feel
You probably wanna run naked in the daylight/Daylyt
That's a different quill
I shoot this cal', boy (cowboy) them bullets are runing backs
That's an Emmitt drill
This gun I got ain't never hang out with Bishop, it's a different Steel
I'll lace 6 of your niggas when it get to peel, Lasix, get the pill
I'm just trying to see what a mode he in (Imodium) when shit get real
You soft, my eye see cotton (Oxycontin) when you in the field
I'm always whooping St. Louis niggas ass, that been a drill (Benadryl)
Lasix, Oxyontin, uh what else I said?
Imodium, Benadryl, that whole scheme was drugs
Literallly, I went through like four different pills
But for the people that ain't catch that the first time
I'm so mean with it
I'm a peel those bars back and do a whole 'nother scheme with it
See you niggas in the midwest gas X (Gas X), like he the shit
But I told that nigga, breathe with it
See you make niggas fiend, but when I rap
I make more fiend (Morphine) with it
I'm a pharmacist, that ain't register?
Well let me open this machine with it
Price check, load the beam with it
Two caps a fly through your...whoo let me leave with it
Wait a minute, two pill through your capsules
Everything inside a leave (Aleve) with it
That's two pills and capsules, y'all don't get it y'all gone have to leave with it
You know what, let me breathe with it
Cause I'm starting to sense that it's a lil' drama
You ain't worth a buck fifty, I pull out this blade, give him a lil' comma
That shotgun will blow his head clean off so I'll use a lil' llama
When I'm finished, they'll have to give him a fake Left Eye like Lil' Mama


[Round 2: Yung Ill]
He say we gas X?
Well it's time to knock a target down
X was passed gassed and I ain't come to fart around
Well I questioned your character and every nigga you kick it with
But no merely on a personal level but on the business shit
Cause you spread fictitious foolishness about folks you still do business with
Speak bad on Smack but then go battle on Smack, like a hypocrite
But do the math, it's serious, this not my partner or my homie
I had plans to say fuck this 2nd round like Math
Let this left jab rock 'em and be gone
Charlene, fag, you probably wear dockers with a thong
Computer thug 'til it's choppers to his dome
And his brains rolling off the screen like Stockton and Malone
But consider yourself just informed it's probably best not to flex
Cause it's not a sketch when weapons' drawn
If he look confused he'll get hooked to tubes
Like a baby that just was born, I'm in reckless form
In a black mask like Zorro, or like Goro, I come swing extra arms
But y'all know, them Mortal Kombat references overused and too bland
But you still more bitch than Kitana that's why you only got like two fans
But 'all giving promo to this homo
So that just mean y'all on the DL with him
The three shells hit him and the eulogy say "He fell victim"
I'll head would ya, get a tumor
From attempting to spread rumors with no details on him
That just shows you are a bitch behind them bars like a female prison
This battle rap patriot, Hernandez working the pistol
I'm back to work, it's official
Won't go on Twitter and get personal with you
See me in person and question me about my personal issues
But what I gotta do? Hit up Hitman, get a Hitman chopper?
You know, the one with the kick stand
And kick back that got a big bounce to it
But y'all wanna see a mark down? Just put a price on his head
And I'll put a discount on him
But y'all know what's Down-Bad Bad?
Is he talk to K-Shine old girl, y'all know Ash Cash
But wait, you with your girl and you want beef? Well I got what you crave
That pistol pop, I'll slider her in a casket and zip the top
And treat you like White castle fries
Nigga I'll put you in a different box
Fly Fam


[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
Now I'm not the one to repeat myself, so pardon me
But you was on drugs when I was battling B Magic
And I stated "If that's one real fact then these cocaine lines a bring Yung Ill back."
Wow, never knew I was a psychic, for now on call me Mr. Cleo nigga
And in your future I see Aye Verb hugging you
Skinny jeans and you losing this battle 3-0 nigga
You on drugs now, so I guess you think your aura cool (oracle)
Cause you popping pills like Neo nigga
Oh yeah now it's 'bout time you get pissed behind these bars
I'm ya P.O. nigga
See it's lines like that that separate me and you
See I show the world we got different skills
See the difference is, you throw up, I'm Precious on her period
That's a different ill
You know Show Out, I know how to show out, we see different Bill's
Shout out to my nigga Chilla Jones
But when I scheme, I give a different chill
Like I got a .38 a 357, a mac-11 and that AK is a yopper
With all them guns it look like I'm tryna make Da Band and the AK is my Choppa
But I named it Dylan cause it spit hot fiyah and it blast dummies
I pull it out and bring the bitch outta nigga, I named it Babs Bunny
I can shoot and make this whole crowd Puffy
Everybody gone have to take a deep breath
That mac-11, don't nobody wanna see it spit, I named it E. Ness
And I got a gun from the 80's tucked in the closet, but show it respect
That bitch black and got a Special Delivery, that G-Dep
See that was a light scheme
I was just tryna show you that I been a threat
You just getting on this stage Ill, why fuck with me when I been a vet?
I'll catch this nigga in Missouri, at a club, on line like the internet
Pull out the cig' and let everybody in the Lou' see me smoke him, like a cigarette
Pull on the cig' in the Lou-see (lucy)

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Fuck it I'ma freestyle now right cause everything he do is on crack
Even when you battle rap you on Smack
And when you don't battle you on smack
What you called all them niggas in the midwest
And X-Fact ain't never call back
He on Twitter I'll, you could've DM'd X, that you was on crack
But I see your career going through a Ruff Ryde
So fuck it, sometimes you gotta breathe with it
If they don't serve you right on the D-Block
Then I guess you gotta leave with it
I'll Drag-On ya fucking body, this whole scheme with it
Back out on me and your career gone be short here (hair) like Eve did it
Wait a minute, yeah, I got that old gun like I said it was G-Dep
You disrespected me, I can't believe you wouldn't show me respect
You know what I'ma shoot this gun right since you wanna hang with T-Rex
I'll shoot your tee, but I ain't aiming at a V-Neck
We flesh

[Round 3: Yung Ill]
I get stamped cause I press the envelope
Well let's address this male/mail with semi's and snubs
Send him these slugs to put his face on that piece of paper that reads, "In memory of"
Cause on my mama if Clips want drama we can play
Clips came close to being something they honored just to say
This strap look like it came with a speedometer, but hey
It's gon' help me shoot 'em from a few kilometers away
I know Clips he a goldfish, I'm that piranha in his way
I'll make his attitude change with this chopper
I go Obama with this K
But let's talk plainly, I could slip in a jab if he act angry cause I scrap mainly
But I rather slide the clip in the mag
You'll be a clothing store cashier, I let him throw a fit in the bag
Aye Lux, this Harlem quarter back?
Well he won't make it past the first verse down to the quarter
If I throw him a quarter
Pack and he don't report it back down to the corner
This man will get delayed if I get my mans the .38
And jot down a few orders, ironic
How a strap I lend (island) could have him surrounded by water
But you a rap wanksta that act gangsta, but your heart's so queer
Hollow shells, I will parallel park those here
Before his background can start those cheers
The paramedic start those clears, wait
Insert "Don Demarco" here
See this faggot the type that'll go to the mall matching his wife
Everything, shirt, jeans, jacket and Nikes
Down to the hat with the spikes
But this ain't happening right, see I'm acting just like
I planned on rapping tonight, when I should've been back slapping this dyke
With a steel bat or a pipe long before they started detaching his mic
But what I should do?
Save some of these hollow's for a rematch with Hollow
To show 'em that he not Da Don?
See Clips wanna scheme, try angles ever since he seen me and Rex tangle
But he know I run circles on him like an Octagon
That's cause you out of shape
But if I'm mad and 2 K's on me just beware
You'll get more than tackled when I press this square
I'm back like I never left, y'all ain't met a nigga better yet
Get ya weight up I'm doing heavy sets
But it's Fly Fam', y'all already know what I do to this nigga
Y'all know the slogan, Smack, who is this nigga?

[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
They say my third rounds on King Of The Dot be amazing
But when it come to URL I never have these
See when I was itching to get back in the ring, they tried to dog me
But come to find out I never had fleas
Smack like, "We got steak knahmsayin'?!"
But then you sit at the table, they only have peas
Well Smack got the juice but he cheap
So I had to meet/meat with the crackers to have cheese
You think like cheese/crackers/juice/meat, pause, that was odd nigga
I just broke a Lunchable down, to the fat people I'm God nigga
They say battle rap is like being in prison
Well I wanna welcome you to the yard nigga
But I'ma bang your head so hard against the cell
Your cause of death gone be bars nigga
I'll have 100 niggas lined in your hood, that's a congregation
You at work, I"ll run in your office, inauguration
.38 on my left, but the 4 to the right that's a tragic combination
I'll clap you, see more eyes rolling than a ratchet conversation
I got a bitch I call Coretta, she'll visit you King
She keep a deuce-deuce in her bra
The wrong chest (chess) move will get rid of your queen
Her real name is Christina, no lie right, her vision is mean
I send him in his crib while she sleep
Christina a throw a milli on (Milian) and get rid of The-Dream
Christina Milian, Dream, some of y'all might be sleep
I'm on the block with the cocoa (CoCo)
This nigga Yung Ill, Ice Tea (Ice-T) sweet
I got a fiend that'll knock you out and this nigga might be cheap
Cause he'll floor you for a knick, that's a Spike Lee seat
Speaking of basketball
All you battle rappers using the same bars now-a-days
And I'm thinking that's crazy
Everybody nine ringing back to back like Lebron James
I'm thinking baby
If I catch this nigga child in Brooklyn, I don't need two rings or gotta spray three
Cause I'll let a bullet Pierce through his King with one ring, that's KG
Yeah nigga, I shoot you out your clothes you better be on your third sweater
And I choked on purpose in the second round
Just to make sure my third better
Yeah they want me to battle Daylyt next
I'm thinking what's this stupid shit they speaking 'bout?
Well put the money up Smack, I'll fry Day' (Friday) before the week is out