BattleRap.com | Full Transcribe of Charlie Clips vs. Daylyt Round for Round

The fully transcribed lyrics to Daylyt’s verbal puzzles and Charlie Clips’ schemes at KOTD’s “Battle of LA 5.”

Round 1

CHARLIE CLIPS

Now I told niggas I would fry Day (Friday) before the week is out

Never knew that little bar was really meaning a lot

How ironic, I gotta kill a nigga from out of Queen Of The Ring

To become that nigga at King of the Dot

I see you became best friends with Chilla, well

You should dial (DOW) Jones cuz you’re about to get three from the stock

I thought it was California Love, but I feel it’s All Eyez on Me

So which one of you niggas want to have a meeting with Pac?

MK, MK, I’m a vampire, I don’t like daylight

I’d rather shoot dawg, shotgun blowing in a crip nigga mouth

But it ain’t Snoop Dogg, I run with some Outlawz that’ll roof dog

They crazy, let they ratchet buck, an LBC crew that’ll stomp him

Now Daz Kurupt, should I use a nine, automatic, or maybe the blade?

Whatever I use’ll push this bitch wig back that’s the Lady Of Rage

I’ll run up on him while he on stage call your DJ bitch

Turn tables over, he try to run, I hope your DJ Quik

Cuz MC’ll get the Hammer right to his Left Eye, I give him four rounds

I ain’t even bring my own gun to Cali I got my Dogg Pound

Give him all rounds the shot shot’ll lift his skin

He’ll be white by the time the Doctor find him, shout out to Eminem

MK.. MK..
Now you did a MK mortal combat scheme against Chilla

Now you got a bear in your sight

You gon see Death in a Row

Cuz the whole time I did MK it stood for Marion Knight

That’s Suge, I’m in your hood, I start airing the pipe

I hit these Crip niggas, make everyone in Blue, Jet

Without preparing a flight, nigga I’m nice

I flew all the way to Cali’ just to make sure you pass away

A bulimic model at breakfast time, you’re eating half the tray/tres

I’ll catch him while he picking his son up from school

You know what I do? I blast away

Split him in half, his son stayed in school but still saw a half a Day

Listen I ain’t your average battler Davone

I’m a different terror, got a fifty nine and a fifty

I’ll blow your fitted into a different Era

Got a long ratchet that’s Shooney, I get that bitch to air ya

If she miss you’ll still get a funereal from the small ratchet

That’s her sister Phara

Off the top, I’m too nice like if you ain’t got extensions

Imagine this bitch trying to weaving a jab

Shout out to TDE, because today every shot gon’ hit him

He’s going to have to leave in a cab

I’ll throw a bullet like the nigga from the movie Wanted

So when I’m squeezing the Mag the shit’ll go through

Go through you, make Ab-Soul duck, hit you

And make your soul leave through your abs, that’s round one

DAYLYT

What they gone be saying is Clips lost today

Fuck I gotta slow that down already?

What they gone be saying is Clips lost to Day

And that goes to all the mothafuckas

At Unbias who never thought it’d happen

My attitude is welcome to the ghetto bitch with a attitude

Let’s start the snapping

The crowd will holla Day (Holiday) early, due to my Gift

Which is presence/presents, let’s start the wrapping/rapping

A loss, one Day notice, let me pull a move out

A new box for you, like I started packing

See what a man do? They know

Day flow the new Bayo, I started blacking

I slowly poke my chest out with these lines

I’m the pacemaker, I’m hard/heart attacking

You been on a winning streak but I’m the win-breaker/windbreaker, Starter Jacket

I take money for a ride, I applied for the job of cab man

Wrong, I would (wood) log in on homes, that’s called a cabin

No, I’ma just go a little apes and the flow fly, who called Aladdin

Cut the Jazz, man (Jasmine), I need a boo (Abu) who

Be on call with texts/techs, mobile phone

A couple rounds will make ya house roll out, mobile home

Ya bro is on? We put one through his tee, too (T2) total chrome

Get DNA X’d, chromosome

The cost … Is another kid from N.Y. who lost, leave Home Alone

I got one 2-2, I’m so in zone

It could get ugly bitch, the game is stale

I go retarded on stage, my name Lil Darryl

The Smack list is the blackfish, who y’all savin’ well (whale)

Nigga we bust chrome

The heat done put more niggas to sleep than a Jigglypuff song

What the fuck’s wrong? I bust chrome, I do him in a greezy way

Two Fours leave six ate, who do we appreciate? He think escape?

I got a Asian bitch that “make sure you hurry up and die”

Fuck with you wherever you go, “hurry up and buy”

My crew gotta watch ya, tool cock and pop ya

You want more? We lift up two rocket launchers

Leave your man slumped, NBA Jam pump

All you gon’ hear is “Boomshakalaka!”

I go double noodles like two pots of pastas

These Tupac impostors ain’t bout that Thug, Life, yeah

Why would he (Woody) beef in this Toy Story

When I’m the one who got the buzz, this is Lightyear, type queers

Nina won’t leave that ass alone, she like to flirt

Arms swing, teach you how to Dougie, you like to Jerk

One shot ‘a air out his neck, you like to burp

You look wrong, I give your I-90, you like the Chirp

That was a hard line pro, I like the perp

These niggas ‘a be getting Kilt, they life a skirt

One punch push his mouth to the side, he like to smirk

Little nigga get his whole body blew/blue, you like the Smurfs

I spot a fake nigga from a mile away, you dyke berserk

One call, put his face in a box, use Skype to murk

You thought one button was gone save your ass from dying?

Who Life Alert?

Big nigga answers your door, *ding dong* “who is it?”

True life of Lurch

Here, take a couple of them messy-cans/Mexicans, who like the work

Long strap give you a bag, you like the purse

Get his ass popped on cam, you like to twerk

Get planted with a big round, you like the Earth

I told these niggas I’m so gritty, I had to kill him for my whole city

Another N.Y. legend, who died in Cali, it’s No Biggie

And I don’t give a fuck about you, we are not friends my nigga

Tupac was originally from the East Coast

So that mean we killed two N.Y. niggas

Round 2

CHARLIE CLIPS

I watched one of your battles the other day

And I was thinking to myself like, “where the game went?”

It’s about 3,694 battle rappers today, and they all spitting the same shit

What happened to you Day? I see you doing a bunch of lame shit

You used to have them fuckin bars now every time I turn around

You trying to win a battle strictly off name flips

Like what it is Day, if I reach to give you a five I ain’t yo friend Day

11:59, but that’s P.M. I’m bout to end Day

Got a Ocho and a Nueve, blakka, no comprende?

No matter what time of the week it is, I don’t lose, I wins, Day (Wednesday)

I called Ill Will’s Jamaican connect like “Yo, you know my son Day?” (Sunday)

He said “Rass Clot from L.A.? Yea I know the mon Day”
(Monday)

He said send his head one way, shot hit him, push him that-a-way

I had to Fry Day the day after Friday

It won’t be a sadder day (Saturday), but let’s put that away

I ain’t trying to kill you with name flips

But I bet he does a bunch of cartoon bars or some video game flips

What happened to all the “you’ll get Capped in America” stuff?

That was flame shit

Now every time I turn around you always doing some lame shit

It’s always Goku this or Gohan that when you spit it bro

Okay, you love draggin’ balls (DragonBall), I get it bro

My side bitch called me like

“Could you imagine boo (Majin Buu) if you hit it slow?”

But I got a girl so I pay her a lot of green to keep my pickle low (Piccolo)

She bad, Summer Madness crowd wouldn’t boo ma (Bulma)

Her name’s Chanel, she a diva

I hit it once, I went ape, now she could tell, I’m a leader

*Kahhh-mmee* Nigga please, you’ll get a shell from the heater

For you to survive the Dots will have to put your Cell in a Freezer (Freiza)

Speaking of sell, we in L.A. a lot of platinum albums were sold here

You nice, but with all them Super sayings (Saiyans)

The most you can do is go gold here (hair)

I let that four flare, point the deuce, throw the beam in your mouth

I Do the fusion dance with Chilla and then scheme in your house

I battle ten times a year my nigga and I’m never seen in a drought

Watch your mouth. You better weave or get this beam to your scalp

Run your lips, I gun your shit. Throw this beam in your mouth

Christina Milian, when I get mad you’ll find his DREAMs on the couch

I told y’all it’d be a Total Slaughter, when the gun bussin n shit

I let this arsenal/Arsonal spit in your face for 90 seconds

But Joe Buddens ain’t judging this shit

Talk about you’ll give me the open hand, fist and the deuce

And y’all believe him

I’ll have the one pointing before he get to the deuce that’s odds and even

Boy I’m nice, you win some and you lose some, you lost this one

DAYLYT

In the hood they charge 1 K for one ‘K

And to keep it a buck (100) X (10), that’s why everybody remaining a G

They eyeless pilot fly, precision division is plane/plain as can be

Them niggas take flight on sight; I said I am the old Jedi

Yo the (Yoda) crowd notice everything it ‘a slash

I slice bricks, with a bright line to fight with

Light saber anything in its path

The staff feel like Oh, B Won (Obi-Wan)? This so you C’ Know, B

It take you outta that ring like you divorced

And I trained a little, trolley form, Johnny Storm

It’ll be just another Human Torch

When I put that flame on niggas

One thing we got in common is we can Rock Man, but I rest killers

You say they Missed-a (Mr.) Fantastic line?

That’s cuz it was a STRETCH nigga

I’m the best, nigga, they put you in a Trap, meaning beating

I got the sound to the South

I’m nice, he knew, it’s a igloo, I got a cold round for the house

But chill, I WILL find HAPPINESS, my PURSUIT is going fine

Crew is gonna shine, we shoot at his feet, dance Clips

Do it for the Vine

I shine, through that hard knock life but it ain’t no anti-skipping

And he crippin’, look at the can he gripping

The long whistle will put a end to your show, Andy Griffith

Pump Yosemite, Amityville Horror

Granny will feel sorrow, when the rides come

I tell her don’t cry, sis, this is just a standard crisis

He gone figure out who Christ is when I send you to God’s son

And that’s on my Godson, soon as I got the infrared like I got son

My mode turned off cuz at first I was in for Red (Infrared), but I got sun

So my old mission was cancelled but I still lift that infrared

Send you to God, son

Mode: I am ahead/a head by a big amount, I’m in Fred the God Son mode

My girl with the business too, she aims

When she get in her killing zone, see brains

With the chrome, she William Hung, “She Bangs”

Round 3

CHARLIE CLIPS

How long it took to prepare for Day? A day

Nah, it was more like a week and a half

Worked on my rhymes on Monday, was finished by Friday

Then the whole weekend I crashed

Woke up another day, watched his battles

Then the whole weekend I laughed

Cuz I realized he don’t deserve a bar, you’re not really a star

All of your antics are, so why not speak to your mask

What I look like putting you on my fuckin face?

I didn’t fly out to Cali to look like no damn fool

When I put you on my face it’s to hurt something for real

I’m not trying to battle rap and get no damn views

When niggas put you on they face it mean murder

I remember seeing your face every night on the damn news

I even remember you on Bishop face

When he robbed Old Man Quiles with his man Q

But now you just jumping on any nigga face, mask

And honestly I can’t take it

How you go from ScHoolboy Q and Young Buck album

To a battle rapper that’s getting naked?

You belong on the faces of niggas

That’s doing all the killing, all the robbing and torture

Instead you on the face of a nigga

That’s killing battle rap and robbing the culture

You gotta stop this shit, face mask

When I murder niggas I leave ‘em with no trace

You want your niggas to look they killa in the eye

I rather you look your killa in his whole face

So you could remember the niggas from the East Coast

That stripped you of your pride and your glory

Real niggas don’t need a face mask

I don’t plan for you to live to tell your side of the story

To the Batmobile, nigga shut the fuck up, you and that silly slogan

You and Roc both Dot Mob, but his buzz is really growing

See Roc the Dot that’s on top of this dot, I mean it’s really showing

Cuz he the Dot at the bottom that’s always getting curved

That’s a semi-colon

You really thought you’d be ahead of Mook my nigga? C’mon Day, stop

Your name will forever be behind Mookie, you Blaylock

That tres pop, his moms won’t even recognize him when his face drop

In order for the cops to know if “that’s light (Lyt)”

They had to call in Tay Roc

Nigga that’s bars, plus schemes, plus delivery, nigga that was a true finish

They paid money to hear classics they don’t wanna see your new gimmick

Your name is Daylyt, but your skin is midnight, you need a new image

Now you better thank Lush and God

That these rounds was only two minutes

DAYLYT

I remember that time on URL that I never spent

I got paid to do a battle that never happened, and I kept every cent

You smell me? Tell B I kept scorchin’ to that Whoville

Horton, a God to that U.R.L. event (Elephant)

Who say they the world and all I keep hearing is

These little voices telling me you can’t copy respect, it’s trust

Same people who feel like they world is everything

But all I see is a speck of dust

[Look up the plot to “Horton Hears a Who” to fully get this]

Irrelevant niggas want a piece of me, I tell ‘em it’s no slice

They hunger, isn’t never to slumber

I do my numbers on a square, the element’s so dice

But I gives no fucks, I’m celibate

And I’m bugging off the top; where I’m headed is fro lice

The flow elegant, Straight kitchen, when Day spitting,

Consider it great stitching: I tell them I’m so/sew nice.

But I’m bout to go in, bree, yo (embryo) another lil fella with no life

You better abort, shun (abortion), ‘fore you see what the lead did

Quill, I stillbirth the new style, so the feat (defeat) is (fetus) guaranteed

You’ll be dead, kid

It was over before you came out, lil fella, miscarriage

That’s a toddler, tragedy, Dizaster said I’m a bastard,

Cuz I don’t give a fuck about son & I’m your father, apparently (a parent)

But what I inherited is a slug, man, and a gun to pound with

What you gon inherit is Harriet Tubman, you going underground, bitch

And that’s for railroads, I had to give him the clip

What I gotta put that it in “Grindin” or something?

I said that Pharell road, I had to give him the Clipse

They said my antics killing this shit

Well check my momentum, I need all viewers

I took the West from inches to a foot every yard, we all rulers

That last battle I had with Ice, chess/chest, we are cooler

Y’all bout to see B rest (breast) while I’m eating, we are Hooters

I been searching for this little boy all night, we are cougars

You sleep on me, you get killed in your dream, we are Kruger

Fine; get smoked with the lines, we are hookahs

Clips is a clear joke, these are bloopers

I go fire on that last level, we are Koopa

Everybody in that van draws (Vandross), we are Luther

Standing there with the gauge soon as you arrive, we are Loopers

That power range (Power Rangers) rip off shit, V.R. Troopers

First of all, don’t hype his pride

To kill you, I was searching for the right disguise

So fuck this mask, I want you to look your killer in the eyes…

[Pulls off skimask to reveal another skimask]

SIKE I LIED!

I told you nigga this is Day city

I don’t know what the fuck y’all thought in they city

Dog get aired with a round to the mouth, play frisbee

He said I’m on my bi-polar shit

I tell him I’m on my straight grizzly, this is a tragic spoof

When I shoot dog, I’ll mute dog, you won’t have a roof/woof

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