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"Loaded Lux vs Charlie Clips"

[Round 1: Loaded Lux]
Smack is you ready? Charlie is you ready, handsome?
Charlie Charlie, are you real?
When the make believers wanna make you a believer
In a room full of dream chasers...that started chasing the dreamer
Oh this gonna be nightmare
I got to wake you from me bruh as fake as can be but
I know you ain't gon just stand in this ring to be laying here beat up
My man said, "Charlie coming to fight"
Shit I would think he would need to
As much flack as you got from not being in LA with them sneakers
Nah he ain't gonna be slipping, well shit I ain't gonna play with you neither
In fact I'm gonna say some things, and I could really care less how you take to them either
Think I'm just showing up with these Wrestlemania features
Smell what I'm cooking
Nigga I will rock your eye looking to box the five
And you ain't gotta pay Little Caesars
Did y'all know he can walk amongst the tombstone
Tonight home slice...and this ain't for no pizza
You can say I'm a preacher, a Panther, Rich Porter
A YMCA dancer, whatever they gonna laugh you entertaining
I just figured in the age where trigger fingers turn to Twitter fingers
Don't sending a message take a certain number of characters to explain it?
Like how me, myself, and I already dangerous but schizophrenic
You with a Harlem hustler that will black out with the shotguns on the stages
I kill you in front of Mom free of charge and then pay for your whole funeral arrangements
Goddammit, you bet I'm back
Chuck you the one that should've suited up for this nigga
You forever slacks
You could've got prepped for that, it helps to match
Do it for your Vines...see where I address you at
Look at grand mama bow tie I'ma go at his neck for that
Bow ties, bean pies....yeah you could rebuttal that
Yeah they say you a good nigga, I fought greater
All labor boss on paper you a 4th grader
All you do is take a dope line or a gun bar
You just reference that with a sports player, you short paper
Fat boy, you couldn't get down with me with Rick Ross' trainer
Just cause you got tits brah don't mean you be thinking in broad layers
Come on players, it's in the talk
Scratch that, it's in the walk
You gotta look at how the bootleg cut
If you copy that this clips a fraud, picture's off
Who you are really in your bars nigga?
Cause I know you for being soft, not for flipping hard
Now you this nigga with attiude
Just cause Trey chillin' with a cold block don't make him Cube
Don't get me wrong
Yeah you a boy in the hood with the job
If your man deal heavy I feel worried they kick the door
You tell him where the pills buried
See...you not the doughboy that you think you are
I'm just poking holes in him
Y'all probably couldn't relate to this
Besides, Hollow showed me you wouldn't be good with a business relationship
Sike I lied... how you letting niggas just take your shit?
What's crazy is if I break up with people cause we didn't get along
I know when to pass the baton in this human race we in
You can't tell that to a nigga without a car
Just him and his T-Mobile, the minute you roll over
He trying to play you like it's him
They was him
All the ex-producers and the managers
Planning to be in my top-five Fave Friends
Then they find out they ain't got drive for the long run
That's when they came to Sprint but this a marathon we in
The family still here, my whole pack at the thriller
Lil' one, my mama, I'm riding with a backseat full of killers
We on our way to Lennox
I wish a funny ass acting nigga would make a move
But you ain't never Ben Stiller
Till I told my dog I can't let this cat shit on the litter
Wreck and tangle my circle of life
The world is round you could kill me now
How am I gonna flat leave my niggas?
Even Realer Live hit my jack late
He said, "yo man he just came through the hood with Goodz rambling, how you manage handle it?"
I said, "chill...he just feeling you out. It's good, he panicking."
This is what happens when these niggas get creatively famished and can't manage it
Their mental feeds be fishing cause they ain't bred for this type of meat but you could hook up the sandwiches
I mean look you got whatever advantages, could be damages
Standing in your lobby I'm thinking how he put his rounds together
That's a sign...that nigga outty, I've been planning this
I rap circles around a body, nigga you lucky it could be bandages
My youngin' tried to get the hammer in
I said wow that tight time he ain't on you way off
You talk that hustling shit nigga
But bacon the only strip you ate on
I don't know why you call yourself Clips nigga
You got your name wrong
I bet the last name he drew on a nigga he had Crayons
The fake niggas you gotta pray for
I'm not gonna preach to him, he no disciple
Just indecisive, you got a right to
Question what I might do
After that last one we had to fight through
But here's where I break the cycle in case you feel delightful
That moment that Mook hit me I got a bit more insightful
I love my people but some niggas, they just ain't gonna like you
You can't give your life to
Malcolm read his scripture hoping he got the picture
But the only one you remember is at the window with the rifle
Have faith, cause you in here with the meanest nigga
And we gonna need you to mean it
Lately you come around but you ain't never got three this completed
Everybody's DNA structure is different but he not me of the screening
I'm genius...that gray hoodie Lux who lines vibe smooth
Fuels with crime rules, why lose?
I'm coming to win like a typhoon
Fine tune, every bar with the gun...high noon
In the field raising on the nigga like dry prunes

[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Summer Madness 5, wow, like where do I even begin?
First off, I got to salute Hollow for giving me that long scratch on the chin
Making me bleed in our last fight 'cause it's exactly what I needed again
'Cause I suffer from a disease called try-to-give-a-fucking-titis, it's a disease that makes me not eager to win
Now I've been diagnosed since 2012, no nurse or no doctor would even give me a suggestion
So I battled rookies and legends, hoping somebody can help me learn my lesson
I play around in every battle, but nobody can kill me, how was the question
But then I realized it's not a disease, it's God, and I will no longer play with my blessing
Ah Beloved, you had the world, but after the Calicoe battle, it seems like you's been getting demoted
How ironic, you wanted Murda and you got murdered, but I don't want to hear that you wasn't devoted
'Cause every battle rapper in this building wanted to be Lux, oh but never did Charlie, nigga you know it
I tried to take a Hollow out in front of you, Smack, what makes him think Clips want to be Loaded
Are you Muslim or are you Christian? Nigga, you've been confused since about '83
Yeah, you're right, you was Rich Porter, and then a Black Panther, and then your next battle, you're maybe me
Now when you came up with that slogan "you're gon' get this work", that sent chills down my spine, that shit was crazy, B
But the work you give out don't last that long nigga, you're the temp agency
You left battle rap and I held us down, but y'all quick to welcome him home without the doormat
Ay, what his resume look like? He beat Miles, he beat Cal, who gives a fuck? We don't condone that
You lost to Mook and Hollow, O-Red got a better resume than you nigga and now we know that
So it's like Fabolous spelling his name, 'cause you should be where O at
I'm killing scrap, right now, it's a nigga paralyzed watching the pay-per-view like "oh, I'm feeling that"
I conceal a gat, I don't care how much holmes improving, I put this hammer to where his ceiling at
One look big and the other one sound big, that's Shyne featuring Guerilla Black
Bllaa, ba, bap! Blow his socks on his head, it's looking like Chilla hat
Yes, dude is back, for y'all who don't understand what I'm saying, it's Mr. Google Facts
Once again, my flow's so out of this world, I advise you to go get your Google Maps
I catch Lux while he running to his wife, Beloved then use the strap
Make him pay before he enter the ride, this shit an Uber app
Nigga, I'm super strapped, and I'll spill them all over the stage like a Smack drink
Or catch him and his crew getting high, then walk in and let the gat brrrring
Headshot blow his brain by his Puma, basically I don't give a fuck what this cat think
The cops will find his Caesar next to some dutchess, welcome to Black Ink
What's up Beloved? Is you gonna shut the fuck up or not?
'Cause you swore you're from Lennox, but you always act tough up the block
I'm at ___? with the pump, hitting his door with a couple of shots
This shit a Puff deal, it was especially made to fuck up the locks
I'm in his crib looking for his niggas, 'cause I'm about to do him grimy
Me and my pump just kicking it, sounding like a song from the 90s
They're like "who can I run to?" Lux like "all y'all get behind me"
What I want to know is how do y'all plan to escape if the leader is looking tiny?
This is for all you motherfuckers that said Clips ain't nice
Right now, Eddie Murphy is calling Martin like "this ain't life"
Tay Roc is watching the battle like "this ain't light"
And Quentin Miller is tapping Drake like "this ain't right"
I tried to relax, oh but y'all don't respect me until CC bugging, you see me dumping
Burners on his back, I guess his CD's buzzing
Everybody getting staples, this mac got a easy button
So many straps, it look like Ms. Fit and C3 fucking
What's up with you, Beloved?
What are you gon' tell the crowd, Beloved? How I wasn't outside battle rapping with Tru Mills and Ice
OK cool, I can't lie, 'cause of my father life, my moms kept me inside
I played video games and ate some damn pie
But when I did come out, I was that nigga, and I watched Rex kill you on 8th, I've seen his man fry
So if you battled on the roof and the loser had to jump, either you're ass bedded or you can't die
I just want to know what it is
Oh you're talking to me while the crowd's going crazy, see that's your problem, you don't know how to work the heckler
Stomach shot, paramedics surprised, they forgot how to work the stretcher
They're like "where are we gon' take him", he said "Harlem Hospital giving beds out, that will work whatever"
But the hole so big, Harlem Hospital and Presbyterian got to work together
I know y'all was scared to bet on Charlie 'cause y'all ain't know what kind of Clips y'all would get today
Funeral thoughts, I got a box on my mind, you think I'm kidding, play
My brother want to shoot the shit out you, but I don't really need for his fig to spray
You know how many niggas I will smith by myself, this Independence Day
I need to talk to you, Beloved, tell the world how you started my career, I mean go ahead and floss, nigga
But it don't matter right now 'cause Smack is both of our boss, nigga
So you can go ahead with all that bullshit, I'd advise you to go and floss, nigga
And we ain't seen your son since the video on BET, let me find out that you're becoming a lost nigga

[Round 2: Loaded Lux]
And now for my second trick
You're the first battle rapper with a 360 deal, nigga, I'm not guessing this, we got references
Ever since you let this hairy nigga play J.G. Wentworth, I watched when your whole worth went into a small structured settlement
Eight battles for 50,000 dollars, my nigga? What are you, Mexican?
No disrespect if you like hard work or some extra shit
But if you're gon' rap, then rap nigga, don't be in blogs acting like the moves you're making is so executive, I'm not impressed with it
You sign major ass deals, but Goodz still got to help you and drive you to all of your press events
And all he got to show for is a bottle with that brown drink
Half a gallon, Goodz ain't even got a half a gallon in the tank
You know I'm the only battle rapper out here breaking the bank, nigga, he don't like hearing that
Nothing you kick wavy, nigga I don't even know why you're wearing that
These type of niggas, they're for y'all that like that show on stars, nah, I'm into authentic power
Well in the hour, you ain't got to act like 50 Cent ain't enough, so disrespect, you'll allow it
How you talking principle shit, well, I never attended Howard
But as a student of the game, I know you just can't claim to be a man and not put on them trousers
I watched you gun talk a nigga for three minutes straight, my nigga, bullet showers
We just want to know, well where was the tec when Big Cheese kept your 750 dollars, nigga?
You're starting to look like a pretty flower, nigga
This video game ass nigga, who are you up here putting on for? You're a cornball
We knew this nigga way before y'all
Yeah you moved to 8th, nigga, but you was in the house
I never seen somebody put two in a nigga's scalp just shooting off at the mouth
Ay, you're right, I know what you're confused about
'Cause you did work at Presbyterian Hospital as a janitor
That figures, I'm used to realigning you Smack niggas
Beasley, I'm gonna get this money, don't me I got to be glad rapping with trash niggas
The only thing you've ever been strapped for was cash, nigga
A Harlem nigga with no bread, a Harlem nigga with no bread
Big Bird, you're a featherweight, don't hesitate
We're all on the conference call, Smack's trying to delegate, the match all extra safe
For this pepper stake on a breakfast plate ass nigga trapped looking for his best escape
I said, bet another K that your man don't show up on time, Smack
But why's that? I said 'cause dead niggas always late
This nigga scared, the 40 year old virgin ain't had as much pressure on a date, man
This what happens when you're rapping, chasing checks at the gate
Betting against a great then guessing at the debates, chess is what I play
And if Couture know the game, she knows it's over once a nigga get checked in front of his mate
Wait, you thought you was quite the winner
But she was on BET, no you, nigga, I see who wear the pants in your cypher, sister
Charlie, you're the bitch in the D, he the type of nigga that you don't type remember
But shoutout to my boss bitches wifing niggas
Make sure you hit 'em with the prenup
I came to fight, fat boy, sleeves up
I roll up on this nigga like a ___?, break his whole dance up, pop lock
I want a whole tour, Couture, handsome, how long you're gonna cockblock?
It's time, Smack, why your fake shooter always worried about the shot clock?
This stopwatch ass nigga, you probably rather a laptop over them backshots
Your flabby bag ain't built to last, you get in, pull the trigger fast
That's black ass, not black ops, you're confused, nigga
You Charlie Clips, I'm fully loaded, you ain't even a trailer in my movies, snapshot
Ain't no future in fronting, backdrop
You're in here with the main attraction, mascot
His looking ass, your looking ass wasn't even good cash up in Ash twat
You spent all that time at the slots, nigga, and can never hit the jackpot
Charlie Clips getting them chips again, last bet, what happened?
Couture said he lost the rent again
When the gambling man shook up, that's usually when he surpass the dice
You sat for like two years without a match to fight, was you in you in
I could care less if Cam gave you cash for flights, unless you have the lights
Nigga, you could've been Channing Tatum in flashy tights
Your career wouldn't take off if you was Magic Mike, nigga
Oh this is an embarrassing night
Look at your savior, up here getting your ass beat, nigga
Don't you ever throw rocks at the sun, you can't reach it nigga
Work, nigga

[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish
Knick knack patty whack, give a dog a bone
Two thousand, double zero, party oops, out of time
My bacon is smelling fine
Every time you talk, that's what we hear, we got a Muslim that eat pork
Allah, the end is near, what how I break this nigga down for half a round and won't even let the tec spark
If y'all saw my battle against Jones, well shit, y'all notice the round where I stretch marks
Do you know I actually tie my shoe in a perfect knot so the world wouldn't see my sneaker sliding
And I took a trip to Africa, dug deep in the earth's surface but couldn't reap a diamond
But oh he wasn't being honest, and Beasley, Smack is not that good at keeping timing
I know you want him to keep the rhyming to be the giant, but this the part tonight where David will have to beat Goliath
Ay listen, Beloved, I'm going back to my Lion Den days, the days that made me a beast
Where you watched me break the Roc apart, felt like a Dame, Chris, maybe a Neef
Oh they was calling you Jay-Z, unique, but you went from Jay-Z to Bleek in maybe a week
Ironic how two back-to-back losses turned you from a Drake to a Meek
I saw you on Total Slaughter, it was total slaughter though, oh that wasn't a way to compete
Mook smoked through a foot, but you were the one tasting defeat
The way you got your ass whooped, you should've sued Eminem, Shady at least
Oh you got a lot of money, that's the beauty, but not what make you a beast
See, you turned into a money whore, Beloved
I could see you on the phone with Beasley now like "oh, I'ma do this for the public
Oh Beasley, put me and the boy, in the ring with the boy, Clips, oh, they're gon' love it
Oh, but I need to know what's in the budget, 30,000? ah, that's just a nugget
You know your boy Loaded need to eat, I'ma need more chickens just like a bucket
Oh I'm doing this shit for the love, I ain't doing this for the vulture
I'm doing this for me, this thing is for the culture"
Mmm oh my god, stop fucking lying
"Oh no, I'm serious, like I do this for my niggas up north full of that jack mack that's doing it big
For the little ones in Africa with the flies wrapped around their wrist
I'm doing this for all you people that can't get in the crib
I'm doing this all for the kids and that's the way that it is"
Mmm oh my god, stop fucking lying
You battle rap for the money, Beloved, but just keep it a hundred, that's why this nigga slipping
You think we're in the same field financially? Okay y'all, this nigga tripping
Nigga listen, I know we're black brothers, both successful, but I'm on a bigger mission
Roy Rogers and Popeyes, our skin may look the same, but the chicken different
Do y'all remember when I turned to Shang Tsung at NOME 5, and the crowd went crazy, and it even left Hollow a little rattled?
We'll I'm back with the same powers, but now I got one when I can turn into niggas that I ain't even battle
Another 5'9" nigga with a death wish
Baking his egg with this toast from the side, who want breakfast?
I slide up on him, three guns, fuck a dead kick
Everything used on sight, that's Craigslist
My bitch will chase him down with them pumps, I guess she desperate
Y'all came to see Clips get Loaded, I guess that's Netflix
I still pull that piece like Jenga, let that tec spit
And put his block back in their place, oh now that's Tetris
You know what's up with me, Beloved?
If you think this battle's anything close and you're watching this, you must be out your motherfucking mind
I'm a psycho, I ain't even got it all in my motherfucking mind
I'll run up in your mother's crib with a knife, like fuck a motherfucking nine
Put the shit to her wrist and cut through your motherfucking time
I dare these niggas to try to celebrate after this, that's when we crash the party
He gon' be crying "oh beloved need another shot, I want a rematch with Charlie"
Well I'll tell you what, if you survive the pump and it don't detach your body
I go in the arsenal again and make you rematch the shotty

[Round 3: Loaded Lux]
We're coming down to the wire
How you help to solve over 30 homicides and ain't take not one nigga down with a wire?
I see where you get your talk game from
Apparently, everybody and your mother know your pops went out like a sucker, nigga
At least we agree, we aren't deceived
Fans, y'all know I'll probably pick at this issue, that wasn't hard to achieve
But bet I do it better than every artist you've seen
As smart as he seem, to think to cut off that part of the ring
We just gon' share that half a square while we wait here and park up the scene
'Cause this the spot, nigga where Rex popped off and ain't accomplish a thing
I'm taking shots, but I'ma stop at every bar in between
What Hey Arnold got to Schwarzenegger strong arm a machine
Pull up short when I come out the rock like Arthur the King
You're 'bout to pop, I hope you read every comment they leave
For every man your mother picked to be a father to breed
We know about Nut, your little brother Jiggy Josh is a seed
Let's give it up, see this is what the audience need
'Cause y'all be stuck, see y'all don't know what Charles to believe
But I know Chuck, the one who wears his heart on his sleeves
That shit was rough, I'm watching you and Hollow, how low you're depicting Harlem on screen
You disenfranch then whispering like y'all was a team and that was a part of the scheme
I watched you air out a nigga dirty laundry to make sure it get cleaned
That's the same thing your pops when he got indicted tried, talking like he fighting crime
Agreement got ripped up when he tried to tell them "sike, I lied"
But that's why he got life inside, pardon my steam
But dad making us look bad, I can't honor that, king
I don't know about grandpops, but I know it starts with the genes
And DNA got me wishing we could lift your Lennox apartment to Queens
But wait, that's still New York, but all that means is that the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree
You and your punk ass daddy a couple of chatty patties, acting catty, "meow"
Math was swinging, you was standing there playing catty
I thought you was a killer, Charles, Lee Ray
I thought Chucky wasn't no joke, he just thinks he Deray
You might be a DJ the way you turn on niggas in the jam you're with
You switched on Cor and Chambers after you let their man get whipped
Damn it Clips, I know comedians don't do candid scripts
And you're a funny ass acting nigga too, but that one don't stand up shit, nigga
That ain't hard to miss, that's just Charlie Clips
The two-faced ass nigga who got the dimples with the Harvey dent
He get it from his mom and them, 'cause you know pops didn't raise him, you know
She was the gangster on the front line foot first, this could hurt, it look worse
Let's go back in store, she remember Woolworth
Jesus was a carpenter, and right now, this is where he get to coming out the woodworks
Nigga, you're 'bout to get this good work
I say look, this ain't even a side bar, his mother was a side chick
Tell Lisa Ree we could read the lease was up on the fine print, but she needed someone to provide rent
But why every guy she went to moved around blow? I'll tell you
'Cause at the time she was chasing that paper, it wasn't to put food in any mouths, so
You might be thinking out loud "ho", now I know his mother, she proud folk
But money was rolling through that number holding, she was in about to lose count so
After your daddy, she got with your little brother daddy, and they got wild close
And P Nut was up 'til the people picked him up, and you know, things change when trial close, and the smiles go
I don't know, coke or they found dope
But he wasn't on track, started running his lips, putting names in laps, then smack right into a milestone
The whole town know, even if the crowd don't, that nigga P Nut told on Alpo
But look how it come around though
It's no wonder why in your raps, you're always mentioning the trap, nigga
'Cause your mother was in to the corner chasing cheese and ended up with some rats, nigga
That's a Snapple top fact
The nerve of a nigga, get a bunch of lies from niggas and try to make it work
I got 16 rats, and I'll give you half of that if you can provide me with paperwork
That's what you said, right?
I figured that was a ploy to find out where the paper work is
Which would've been smart, 'cause you know, you don't want that to maybe resurface
What happens when rehearsing being dangerous ain't working could lead to hearsing?
See what happens when niggas rapping get caught faking in their verses?
They say you was nervous, I heard when they contacted you to pay it, he was play like he ain't had a paper to purchase
So let me find out, my nigga, you ain't had a paper to purchase?
Don't mind that, what happened? Either it is or it ain't that, nigga say that
So you don't mind that I brought my homie Fade back?
I figured you could come and give him his eight stacks in person, nigga
Don't act like you ain't got the money neither, nigga
I know what we made off our purchase
Get that shit out here
Let that nigga know what's happening, this is street justice and I could prove it
I want to send a special shout out to Ferris, my man BD, the big homie Lou Sims
And the rest of those that was on that same case that never told, true friends
I'm on the phone with Ferris, we rapping, he like "man, if I would only knew then
But here's this new den number, 2 8 7 0 0 dash 0 5 4"
That's Leon in a Tucson federal prison
If you're listening, tell them what you're viewing, how his son said "I ain't seen my pops in over 20 years"
But that's 'cause the last east coast prison he was in, he got his face blew in
What you're doing, nigga, using his life for street credibility
Did they open faces and I didn't want to open cases, nigga that ain't you, and you do it only when it benefits him
The other times when he rhymes about that shit, he's playing solely the victim
I know you convinced him, but I came to expose your wisdom, nigga
I got a cousin doing 25 years to life for murder, a daddy who sell dope for a living
But that's those their commitments, what has that got to do with me?
I sold my weed, I fought all of my own fights, up moved some coke I pitched in, that's just it
Conscious brother, street nigga, I've been in both positions to know the difference
Enough of holmes who's listening
To my storyline, I don't glorify, I report it wise, told the ending

[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
They want me to talk about my pops' case again?
Have you told Calicoe when you battled him that he ain't have half the batter?
Last time I told Rex, my moms was the gangster in my family, so the shit about my pops don't really matter
See, the problem is he fucks up y'all mind
Yo on some G shit, I've never been a bitch nigga, all my raps, I'ma get through
Y'all want to call my pops a rat? your pops is a snitch, too
You bitch ass nigga, and you know what, I ain't lying shit, I even keep it a hundred
Your father snitched but he told a psychiatrist
Oh, you didn't know that was going on, but you got a nigga in your section that's flowing strong
Tell that nigga shut the fuck up when I'm rapping if he don't know what's going on
What happened? My father is the snitch? Why I'm not the one that's looking mad?
These niggas double team me for what, just to come up here and talk about my dad?
You pussy, these niggas rob Mook for his coat, not you, that's what make me mad
Look at this nigga acting like a fag, if it ain't true, tell them why he met him talking about his dad?
You know what's funny about this though, I'ma tell you the rest
His father is a snitch too
At the end of the day, I've never been jumped, I've never been punched in my face or robbed
He talking about my father, now y'all want to say boo and scream fuck Clips?
Oh I see what's going on, a bunch of y'all is loaded on Lux dick, but we gon' get to the rest of this shit
My moms and my grandmother was the gangsters of the family, so I just want y'all to imagine that
That was a great round you did, but exposing something about my pops is not battle rap
But this is
A certain battle rapper called my phone and said "we should double team Lux" and I laughed like "nigga, say word"
Now y'all know I'm predictable, right? So guess which battle rapper it was? The nigga Aye Verb
The nigga Verb called my phone and said "what's up, Charlie? I heard you're going against Lux, so I'ma need you to be lyrical
Borrow my Showtime, bring three rounds if you can, I don't want you on stage looking pitiful
Read the Bible a hundred times, 'cause that boy known to get biblical"
And I'm looking at the phone the whole time like "nigga, what you forgot what I did to you?"
This is true story
Every time I take a battle serious, my opponent dies, come back to life and then they try again
It's like I'm Ghost Rider, Smack the devil, he raised their soul, I make 'em fry again
You Lux in the spiritual and you Rex in the spiritual, well it's time to die again
Kylie Jenner, close your eyes, 'cause I'ma expose this gay tiger in this lion's den
That's the name of your league, right nigga? Your baby moms fronted you the money, you was broke, ain't have a set price
You was on a low carb diet, no wonder you ain't have your bread right
Ironic you're on URL bragging, but your league couldn't afford a website
You wasn't even gonna drop my footage, I would've never came out if it wasn't for Head Ice
But I can't salute Ice just yet, that's my homie but that nigga there is deceiving
They both on 8th, I mean they're liars, that's why nobody believe 'em
But why are you coming at Ice for? 'Cause he dissed me in the interview for no reason
So why show Wolf love if love left the Wolves for Cleveland
Charlie Clips being pussy? C'mon y'all, imagine that
You broke down my father past, but what the fuck does that got to do with battle rap?
You know what, let me get back to this, 'cause truth be told, I still fuck with Ice
He set Lux up for me like "kill 'em Beloved, you're too fucking nice"
You wore that Money Mitch outfit against Mook, at first, I was confused, it had me fucking tight
But now I remembered in Paid In Full, Money Mitch was set up by Uncle Ice
You see how God put this together, Beloved, 'cause ever since Lion's Den, you done prepared like you ain't hear the kid
Your side bitch pregnant, your wifey home, translation, that means you fear the kid
You watched me try angles on Roc, that's a pyramid
You slept on me and woke up in a funeral, we're in Phara crib
Hollow broke this nigga's style down, I can't lie, the nigga Mook amaze me
They both broke down how you say a bunch of nothing, but y'all be going super crazy
It's like the building look good on the outside, but the inside is nasty because the ___? lazy
Russell Wilson, let's say I see errors in your future, baby
And I'ma break one down for y'all, 'cause the nigga AZ got a song featuring Nas
And the song is called "Everything Is Everything", and what do y'all know to my surprise
The nigga Nas said a line, he said "death before dishonor, that's something we should practice
And don't play with love 'cause love is evil spelled backwards"
Wait a goddamn minute, Beloved, you turn love into live and incorporated that in your schemes
So they can scream you went to sleep listening to Nas, woke up and stole his dream?
You got a picture with AZ on your Instagram, be a fan, not a fiend
Look at me king, stop stealing all your best lyrics from out of Queens
This is exactly what I mean, "is it evil to live backwards", I don't know but that shit was flame, my nigga
Belove, live, life back-, that shit is all the same, my nigga
You want to go backwards? I got y'all
No lie Hitman, I remember them cold nights that I was blessed
Thinking about putting these two deserts in his mouth 'cause I was stressed
I said I want to show him where this beretta is, peep how I dog God and his relatives
Putting them in Hell in the same place that the devil lived
For anybody in the crowd that go to church, I apologize for saying the word "devil"
But no matter how you flip the shit, this nigga is not on my level
I ain't nothing backwards about Charlie, especially the way that I grip up
He's my student, and I got to help my pupils when they slip up
I got the mind of a Martin Luther, look at me king, you should be proud of me
And I shall overcome on your girl lips while she's mouthing me
I had a dream that all these people in the front row was coming out for me
And how ironic, they're watching me lose my mind from the balcony