T-Rex (Battle Rapper) - T-Rex vs Charlie Clips lyrics

[Round 1: T-Rex] Grown man bars … something he gotta deal with No matter how many of them fabricated lines he bout to say It ain't gon equal up to this real sh** This n***a Smack is s**a, he got Harlem vs Harlem again I be looking at Charlie's battles I be lookin like “Damn them uptown n***as is starting again If you put us against any other borough I bet Harlem'll win But I'ma be honest he just taking me back to the 80's Cuz he just showin me a n***a that's po' will do anything to try to get rich f** it I'm on Clips block with the Fif' co*ked Big shots, hit em from the bottom to the tip top It's like a DM cuz his body is gon be in-box He down to earth, that Fif will bring him Down To Earth like Chris Rock Studio, graze ‘em by the head like they did Pac Drive up, hit em again, like they did Pac Silencer so quiet that you could hear a pin drop I reload and fire again til the firing pin pop He front like he got a live set, be my guest Try Rex I'ma hit him and his squad next It's like Hurricane Harbor I leave everybody's rides wet Extendo, if I gotta name the size of this clip it'll be a 5X Cig grip just in case these nigs trip I handle my biz quick once I get the bis-cuit You a b**h trying to play tough, n***a you Ms. Fit Your hammers in a no-fly zone ask Trick Trick Know how I'ma do em? I'ma Amadu em .41 hallelujah, his family I send a body to em I'ma co*k it and pop it, put the Tommy thru em No face on his body, not even his momma knew em I'm all about them green dollars I never let a rookie take me out, I ain't Reed Dollaz It seem like his man is high, a couple shots will detox him I clap til his head crack that'll rerock him Y'all think this n***a could beat me? Y'all type wildin All my n***as is really gangstas and we about violence You know that we all bout it That mean we a cold bucket (buck it) on his head like a Ice Challenge Let me give y'all one of Charlie's schemes He say “yo I'm in Rex crib, what a wonderful feeling And magically he always finds a gun in the ceiling” But right before he get to the k**ing Stupid n***a ya dumba** gon die before you get in the building Easy… [Round 1: Charlie Clips] Damn, you got Hitman, Surf, B Magic, and motherf**in Con Aye Verb, Tay Roc, DNA, my n***a Rex, and John Da motherf**in Don Heard my n***a Ill Will couldn't get to battle tonight Oh well that just make me the motherf**in god Cuz besides my bro DNA I done battled every n***a That's on this motherf**in card This ain't about uptown versus downtown This is simply about who's better Reed Dollaz whipped yo a** on camera Back in the days when he was way clever And you got the nerve to compare yourself to Floyd With all of them losses? I gotta say never But then again the way you struggled with Reed You might be Mayweather What it do Rex? Let me talk to a n***a in ya crew Rex, cuz you not the crook If James Harden shaved his beard You wouldn't even know how a Rocket look You been soft since Pre-K, gave em Lego's he let the block get took I tell my shooter “Jenga” That n***a pull a piece out and ya whole block get shook You mad over a joke I said against Tay Roc? n***a get over that Before I put you in a hospital and then visit ya room… With that shoulder strap I'm a ratchet parent at they kids graduation, that mean I over clap They'll find a cap inside ya gown But they don't know where ya diploma at Jesus! One of my lines could make an Atheist say “Christ!” If you wanna get Rex to chill all you gotta do is say I.C.E We'll discuss that a lil later, but with “these” though I'm way nice Give em a choice in the elevator, you want the Solange or the Ray Rice? I knew that line would have everybody raving, even Tay Roc gotta dig that You know how many guns this champion carry? Oh I kinda spit that backwards, let me fix that I got a Wesson named it Bayless Cuz all that smart talk it'll make you Skip that And another one named Steven cuz it's A Smith that'll push ya wig back Y'all already know I'm so motherf**in mean with it Let's bring that Steven A thing back and do a whole other scheme with it I'm like pardon the interruption But you never was that n***a in the first place My bars loud, sound like they around a horn, and make the earth shake I'll put the gun outside the line of ya forehead, you'll get the first 8 But the bullet so big it'll take half of ya wig on the First Take “Deneneh! Deneneh!” you hear that right before I scorch n***as You'll get hit wit so many clips You don't know if you got shot or was watching SportsCenter They love my four bar build up but word is you hate the ingredients When it's time to write I be running back and whipping fours like Adrian Peterson Oh he don't hear me… I unload and then I reload Then unload when I start dumping with the mac Spray his family van, got all his kids jumping in his lap His aunt kids slide to the front, even his mother getting clapped They found him dead with Redskins and his Cousins on his back Why slow it down when I just dissed you? That's why I be spitting every bar fast Your sh** up and down Rex, when you rhyme it remind me of a bargraph I split you down the middle like a Philly Or I'll load up and hit you with a hard jab You gon wake up and look like Ca**idy right after the car crash [Round 2: T-Rex] Clips is gon get his guys caught like Guy Court Another n***a banging the hammer for what his guys thought Better walk to the side or get found on the sidewalk His people don't know why he died, they said it was gods fault This punk sh**, that ain't what I do I rap scrap, but I'll clap back like Ja Rule I been holding the .45 since I was 5'2” Now I'm 5'4” with a sawed-off see how I grew? Dot Mob, oh yeah that's my crew We got a couple shooters but we also carry ours too If you n***as try to play with us, your guys through We pull up with them Trays we like Sonics at the drive thru Some n***as is puss and some n***as be leery Some get robberyphobia whenever they be wearing they j**elry But me I got mine out, he take it, I'm back with the 9 out With intentions on blowing his mind out Self made, nobody put me on my feet Before I starve, sh** I'd go pardon my piece That's word to Zay Zay Pu Pu and all my neice I mean that .45 slowed him down, back shot took him out He ran from the double barrel, he took the Ricky route Ask about Rex, I'm a monster when the blicky out I'ma keep shooting til I hear that “click-click'n” sound Born a gansta, mobster, grown man Mossberg, Desert Eagle, they call me The Birdman I'm shooting with two hands kneeling on one knee Clap at Clips, hit the lady in 1D 70 a gram, tell me whoever want D Navy Seal shooters, tell me whoever want beef Sheesh, this n***a better get his run on My mac spit fast it's getting it's Big Pun on Easy [Round 2: Charlie Clips] In 4 months this the 3rd n***a I gotta k** From the d-d-d-d-twat mob A rap group that gotta ask Mook for permission, them n***as not hard 20% a** grab and 30% left went and got jobs And the last 50% we look at Rex and think they got robbed You got mad over that line? Grow some balls stop acting like a f**in ho How you get mad cuz I mention something the whole world already f**in know You could've called my phone like a real n***a And told me how much that line was hurting you Instead you called Goodz like “This n***a dead, I'm getting personal” You f*ggot a** n***a, let me explain something to you Personals don't make a n***a a threat Battle rap is about bars, personals is when a n***a wanna get decked This ya squad? Look like a bunch of n***as that'll run when I start grippin that tech Cuz if this the team coach Rex I know it gotta be a bunch of n***as that Jet Ayo DNA, you see his baby moms in Queens my n***a? You better check her Remember they a bunch of n***as that Jet So they won't do nothing when Eric Deck her Now you see? That was a BAR but Rex wanna get personal Cool I got a couple bangers in the stash I know when you was in school You used to be the best dancer and singer in ya cla** Okay I'm lying, but I know how many times you really got robbed And I'm not a stranger to ya past And I also know when you f** b**hes you like to put ya fingers in ya a** Rex you finger pop yourself bro and I put that on everything You know the twin Lynn Rose from uptown? Oh yeah she told me everything How you keep her face inside her a** And when she want her money you'll let it ring One time you put ya finger in ya a**, took it out and lost ya wedding ring That's nasty, one step away from being gay if you ask me When you battled Verb you was staring in Diddy eyes longer than Ca**ie We both from Harlem so come visit Charlie So you know where the macs be Soon as the show start the sh** whistle at ya dogs, that's la**ie Aye I heard you and ya wife getting a divorce, or you gotta be one dumb groom or a stupid bride Cuz you putting fingers in ya a** and she was f**in AR-16 but you made her choose a side Hold on for a minute, I gotta address his wife cuz it's do or die Ironic she got an AR in her mouth But you was the one committing suicide I know what y'all thinking, like “goddamn how Clips get so nice?” Like how you let Mook live yo life? You stand around while you let yo man go platinum here You Sisqo wife If I dig in the pants and point the deuce it ain't disco night I hit K, they'll find Shine on the roof, that's a disco light I got a question for you though, how you wanna do it? You wanna get physical n***a? Wanna go bar for bar? You my man so let's keep it lyrical n***a I'm a G that OD, let's get spiritual n***a I got a special K, Shine let ya man know I'm a serial k**er You claim to be a hustler, like you saying you moving the P Why Rex? PY-REX, what you know about whipping up in that pyrex All night cheffin' in that kitchen Til the fiends come for that pie Rex You dominos n***a, “extra cheese-“ just get the pie Rex! You send Daylyt and Tay Roc after me, I done got them n***as Left em on ya doorstep all bloody, I done shot them n***as Y'all wanna go to Hands? We could do that and we got them triggers (DNA: Ayo get that n***a Clips!) Hold on don't touch my a**, we not them n***as… [Round 3: T-Rex] One day I was driving down the street listening to R&B and Hip-Hop It was his man Vado on the radio, I was like “damn yo that sh** hot” It was so hot that Kay Slay dropped a bomb and played it from the tip top And I heard Vado say some sh** like “I'm from the same block as Lou Sims and Charlie Clips pops” That's the thing that made me think about “who's Charlie Clips pops” I called a old head from my block That knew about the old heads from his block And they said “Charlie Clips pops Was the n***a that told on Lou Sims when them clips dropped” They told me things, they told me his name was Leon They told me about Leon cars and Leon drinks Told me about Leon broads and Leon minks They said his moms just being with her for being in Leon's space They was ready to box her That's how bad they wanted to get Leon spanked It wasn't even know head detective, it was Leon case “I'm mi-“ that n***a start singing, I think Leon Case He start singing and rapping I think Leon's Drake That n***a told over some punk a** 20 years, I hate that sh** My cousin Jim Ice ain't ready to tell right now and he got 18 in I woulda thought a n***a like that would tell Cuz he trying to make a way for his kids Take me all out of Harlem and have it safe where they live I mean you can't even tell all the things that he did But that n***a father told for free, he ain't even gotta pay on a bridge As a kid I was raised not to tattle tell Before you label me a snitch I'd rather jail I'd miss my son and my wife, yeah I'd be mad as hell But it's consequences to ya actions you learn that as well See that n***a will tattle tell to get out of jail Ayo Ted, I might need you to call Caesar so we could brand em Will give em a tat, you could tell by that tat he'll tell You wonder why his lil brother is so good in B-ball They wonder why his lil brother Jiggy Josh was so good in B-ball Cuz his father was playing ball in the streets with that D Til he got picked off And met n***as in the middle of the court and got em tipped off I hate that sh** My cousin ain't ready to tell right now and that n***a got 18 in His last battle was out in Jersey He mentioned Rich Porter that's the sh** that made me really hot Cuz Rich Porter was an official n***a He ain't supposed to be talking bout a n***a that'll thrill the block And get a n***a whole building locked To be real if Rich was alive he would've kilt ya pops I hate that sh** My cousin Ice ain't ready to tell right now and he got 18 in I'm from 112 St where some of the hardest live I mean this n***a pops got a couple of my lil n***as fathers bids So if any of them n***as start to swing on em I don't want em to think he starting sh** Cuz where I'm from we f** n***as up for what they father did My 2 rounds probably wasn't the greatest & being a man let me own that But I just wanted all of the really n***as in the building to know His father is a rat and that's a known fact But I'ma leave that thing alone, I'ma close that Nah, I'm jokin, if we went shopping we couldn't close/clothes that You know sh** is bad when ya sister is mad And ya son gotta grow up like, “this is my dad” The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime star He'll always be in jail Charlie, minus the bars, grown man bars… [Round 3: Charlie Clips] I told my grandmoms I don't wanna get personal with Rex And she replied “grandson, you know I f**in love you You got the heart of 100 lions But sometimes baby you could be a little bit too f**in humble” I said “what you mean grandma?” she said “You the type to have a gun on ya waist See ya enemy and wouldn't even try backing in out If you got a chance to shoot Rex and you don't take that shot Don't bring yo a** back in my house” Hung the phone up in my face And that automatically boosted up my pride and my glory I wanna give him BARS! But after that, I gotta tell y'all my side of the story See my real name is Charles Leon Brown III, yes, Charlie Brown And it's 3 of us, my grandfather, my pops and me All got a funny name but you could still see the G in us My grandfather died, my pops serving life So he was forced to give the game up I could've went the street route like him But I chose to do this rapping thing and keep my name up Now unlike Dot Mob we ain't never been pistol whipped Never been knocked out and never been getting robbed And this ain't something I'm proud of But my father was the leader of a group called The Lynch Mob Who's the Lynch Mob? Well it was a bunch of n***as getting money And when it was beef they used to open n***as faces Now that's all y'all gon get from me Cuz I ain't about to stand up here and reopen n***as' cases Something told me Rex was gon call my pops a snitch And being that this battle rap, some of y'all was gon say that's right Well if my father's a snitch How come he's the only one out his whole crew serving life? Knowing you rat is to do less time Ya family get relocated You get protective custody well here's the problem y'all My father serving life in general population And my family still live in Harlem y'all The nerve of a n***a that been knocked out and robbed before To get some lies from these n***as thinkin he can make it work I got 16 racks and I'll give you half of that If you could provide us with paperwork Exactly you couldn't find no skeletons in my closet So yo b**h a** tried to search where my pops live My moms took care of me you b**h a** n***a You could never judge me by nothing by Pops did She took care of me and my brothers on her own This is real rap I ain't trying to win a grammy She just escaped Cancer, f** Rex I'm trying to talk to Randy My mother worked in a number hole and cops almost beat her to d**h I don't think you understand me f** my Pops life, my Moms was the real gangsta of my family! And on top of that her son is a G, that's why I don't have situations Nobody got nothing on me in battle rap, not even that last situation When n***as tried to subtract my gangsta Said my punches ain't add up in that Math situation I was thinking BIG, get him out of Cali so that won't be his last situation I had on slippers against Daylyt, I wasn't expecting no action for the night I would've put my sneakers on If I knew n***as was gon turn battle rapping into a fight They surrounded Math like parenthesis Tried to treat him like Pa**ion Of The Christ He did his numbers But I jumped in so they wouldn't take a fraction of his life That's real sh**, shoutout to Hoffa, cuz we all know how Brooklyn do I'm from Harlem but every time I look at you I wanna put a fist, knife, bullet or a foot in you I walk thru every hood on my own, I don't ever need a pistol in my hand Oh you mad cuz I helped the n***a that pistol whipped ya man What's the problem? So you mean to tell me Dot Mob don't f** with me cuz Math my boy And I get along with the n***a? Y'all should be mad at Murda, he pistol whipped Mook And Mook did a song with the n***a I just wanna know what's wrong with you n***as Y'all support a n***a that got robbed before The way he got robbed it was so awful it remind me of Vicks Fam rubbed on ya chest and took everything cold off you That's because you are not a gansta You're just a rapper with nice talent When Head ICE man knocked you the f** out I was thinking to myself like “yo ICE wilding” But I heard you was outside like “What's popping my n***a, you know me, I like violence” You got knocked out And woke up with ALS from that ICE Challenge Lord that was crazy, can you please forgive me for my sins Cuz that was a crazy thing to say When I battle Dot Mob n***as I be feeling like Denzel in a crazy way Cuz against Roc I was a Man On Fire And tonight y'all getting the same display I took a flight out to Cali, hopped off and started Training Day They said He Got Game, no he got aim I squeeze until the muzzle burst So many bullets they could fill up a train cart Jesus he got a Shuttlesworth I feel unstoppable with these 2 Gunz Even Denzel know when I speak it's fire Everybody from Dot Mob will die the same way, I'm The Equalizer