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Warriblood
How your papa?
I pick small change and I wan HP u
Alert me make I send u card
Wretched son of a leprosy infected dad

ELYMAXiimus:
www.nairaland.com/2026889/king-poets-group-d-jigsawkillah

Ur topic dey boring lol
We go write am like that sha

JigsawKillah:
Ur topic dey boring lol
We go write am like that sha

lol. It's a broad topic..... I mean, why do you rap?
Why do you live?
Nd so on...

teddybiyasi:
elymax

You pulled three no-shows last week! Heywizzy, sosiqq and ᵐ̲ʸ̲ inbox

krone and guykhena
we can throw shots at our opponent.
right or left

watched T Rex vs charlie clips battle today
I was laughing in lecture hall....
dats how madness starts..
clips was damm funny..choi...he killed dat guy to me.. o

obainojazz:
krone and guykhena
we can throw shots at our opponent.
right or left

Read the rules again.

who's creatin my thread and forkin topic?

Guykhena:
https://www.nairaland.com/2019799/nl-king-poet-group-stage

yeah......that's emaprince but he's busy. somebody else should do that

Never Had A Battle Here Befo'

krayCeejay:
Never Had A Battle Here Befo'

reason: you are WACK!

obainojazz:
watched T Rex vs charlie clips battle today
I was laughing in lecture hall....
dats how madness starts..
clips was damm funny..choi...he killed dat guy to me.. o

clips is the most well-rounded battle rapper. he does it effortlessly using things you can easily relate with. t-rex gave the excuse of the sudden death of his cousin but he had 3 months to prepare for the battle.

Emaprince:
He try to hit the exit, the 50 on me the nerve, aye
I’ll let the 50 sing in the club like it’s your birthday......Bigg k

B-magic
Bigg K… my wigga, we can get it poppin/Get your äss whopped or get your âss whopped, pick an option/What you think it’s a game? Nigga stop it/I grip a glock and let it ring in his face like Dennis Rodman/

BARS!!!!!!!!!

Get ur @ss whopped or get ur @ss whopped, pick an option

coogar:
clips is the most well-rounded battle rapper. he does it effortlessly using things you can easily relate with. t-rex gave the excuse of the sudden death of his cousin but he had 3 months to prepare for the battle.

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I thought his cousin died that day sef...
.funny punches really moves crown

Me sef don dey watch Rapbattles! Make i look for my favorite

coogar:
clips is the most well-rounded battle rapper. he does it effortlessly using things you can easily relate with. t-rex gave the excuse of the sudden death of his cousin but he had 3 months to prepare for the battle.



B-magic
Bigg K… my wigga, we can get it poppin/Get your äss whopped or get your âss whopped, pick an option/What you think it’s a game? Nigga stop it/I grip a glock and let it ring in his face like Dennis Rodman/

BARS!!!!!!!!!

punches like this is what i wait for when watching em battles. i actually like battlers who don't waste too much time on personals...
Cos most of the time, i can't relate to them...

2go still dey exist?

teddybiyasi:
elymax

you knew i wouldn't see this in my mentions box. Cos i did'nt see this at all until now when i scrolled back the previous page.......
Anyway, your request is granted, provided you'll come up with something good by that time!

ELYMAXiimus:
you knew i wouldn't see this in my mentions box. Cos i did'nt see this at all until now when i scrolled back the previous page.......
Anyway, your request is granted, provided you'll come up with something good by that time!

if brain don settle by then

I'll prolly come up with something good

ELYMAXiimus:


punches like this is what i wait for when watching em battles. i actually like battlers who don't waste too much time on personals...
Cos most of the time, i can't relate to them...

Dennis rodman must be a homo though... only a gay dyes his head green or pink ...

Charlie clips vs T- Rex (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 shit
This nigga Smack is sucka, he got Harlem vs
Harlem again
I be looking at Charlie’s battles I be lookin like
“Damn them uptown niggas 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 nigga that’s po’ will do
anything to try to get rich
Bleep it I’m on Clips block with the Fif’ cocked
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 bitch trying to play tough, nigga 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 cock 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 nigga could beat me? Y’all type
wildin
All my niggas 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 killing
Stupid nigga ya dumbass gon die before you get in
the building
Easy…
» CHARLIE CLIPS
Damn, you got Hitman, Surf, B Magic, and
motherfuckin Con
Aye Verb, Tay Roc, DNA, my nigga Rex, and John
Da motherfuckin Don
Heard my nigga Ill Will couldn’t get to battle tonight
Oh well that just make me the motherfuckin god
Cuz besides my bro DNA I done battled every
nigga
That’s on this motherfuckin card
This ain’t about uptown versus downtown
This is simply about who’s better
Reed Dollaz whipped yo ass 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/
read
You might be Mayweather
What it do Rex?
Let me talk to a nigga 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 nigga pull a piece out and ya whole block get
shook
You mad over a joke I said against Tay Roc? Nigga
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
ICE
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 motherfuckin 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 nigga 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 (4) 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 niggas
You’ll get hit wit so many clips
You don’t know if you got shot or was watching
Sports Center
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 shit 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 Cassidy right after
the car crash

Round 2
» T-REX
Clips is gon get his guys caught like Guy Court
Another nigga 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 shit, 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 niggas try to play with us, your guys through
We pull up with them Trays we like Sonics at the
drive thru
Some niggas is puss and some niggas be leery
Some get robberyphobia whenever they be wearing
they jewelry
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, shit 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 nigga better get his run on
My mac spit fast it’s getting it’s Big Pun on
Easy
» CHARLIE CLIPS
In 4 months this the 3rd nigga I gotta kill
From the d-d-d-d-Arrow mob
A rap group that gotta ask Mook for permission,
them niggas not hard
20% ass 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 fuckin hoe
How you get mad cuz
I mention something the whole world already
fuckin know
You could’ve called my phone like a real nigga
And told me how much that line was hurting you
Instead you called Goodz like “this nigga dead, I’m
getting personal”
You gay ass nigga, let me explain something to
you
Personals don’t make a nigga a threat
Battle rap is about bars, personals is when a nigga
wanna get decked
This ya squad?
Look like a bunch of niggas that’ll run when I start
grippin that tech
Cuz if this the team coach Rex
I know it gotta be a bunch of niggas that Jet
Ayo DNA, you see his baby moms in Queens my
nigga?
You better check her
Remember they a bunch of niggas that Jet
So they won’t do nothing when Eric Deck her
(Decker)
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
class
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 Bleep bitches you like to
put ya fingers in ya ass
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 ass
And when she want her money you’ll let it ring
One time you put ya finger in ya ass, 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 Cassie
We both from Harlem so come visit Charlie
So you know where the macs b (Max B)
Soon as the show start the shit whistle at ya dogs,
that’s lassie
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 ass and she was
fuckin 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/hair
You Sisqo wife
If I dig in her 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 nigga? Wanna go bar for
bar?
You my man so lets keep it lyrical nigga
I’m a G that OD, let’s get spiritual nigga
I got a special K, Shine let ya man know I’m a
serial/cereal killer
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 nigga, “extra cheese-“ just get the
pie Rex!
You send Daylyt and Tay Roc after me, I done got
them niggas
Left em on ya doorstep all bloody, I done shot them
niggas
Y’all wanna go to Hands? We could do that and we
got them triggers
(DNA: Ayo get that nigga Clips!)
Hold on don’t touch my ass, we not them niggas…

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 shit hot”
It was so hot that Kay Slay dropped a bomb and
played it from the tip top
And I heard Vado say some shit 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 nigga 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 nigga start singing, I think Leon Case
He start singing and rapping I think Leon’s Drake
That nigga told over some punk ass 20 years, I
hate that shit
My cousin Jim Ice ain’t ready to tell right now and
he got 18 in
I woulda thought a nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas in the middle of the court and got
em tipped off
I hate that shit
My cousin ain’t ready to tell right now and that
nigga got 18 in
His last battle was out in Jersey
He mentioned Rich Porter that’s the shit that made
me really hot
Cuz Rich Porter was an official nigga
He ain’t supposed to be talking bout a nigga that’ll
thrill the block
And get a nigga whole building locked
To be real if Rich was alive he would’ve kilt ya
pops
I hate that shit
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 nigga pops got a couple of my lil
niggas fathers bids
So if any of them niggas start to swing on em
I don’t want em to think he starting shit
Cuz where I’m from we Bleep niggas 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 niggas 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 shit 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…
» CHARLIE CLIPS
I told my grandmoms I don’t wanna get personal
with Rex
And she replied “grandson, you know I fuckin love
you
You got the heart of 100 lions
But sometimes baby you could be a little bit too
fuckin 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 ass 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
niggas getting money
And when it was beef they used to open niggas
faces
Now that’s all y’all gon get from me
Cuz I ain’t about to stand up here and reopen
niggas’ 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 nigga that been knocked out and
robbed before
To get some lies from these niggas 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 bitch ass tried to search where my pops live
My moms took care of me you bitch ass nigga
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, Bleep Rex I’m trying to
talk to Randy
My mother worked in a number hole and cops
almost beat her to death
I don’t think you understand me
Bleep 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 niggas 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 niggas was gon turn battle rapping into a
fight
They surrounded Math like parenthesis
Tried to treat him like Passion Of The Christ
He did his numbers
But I jumped in so they wouldn’t take a fraction of
his life
That’s real shit, 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 nigga that pistol
whipped ya man
What’s the problem? So you mean to tell me
Dot Mob don’t Bleep with me cuz Math my boy
And I get along with the nigga?
Y’all should be mad at Murda, he pistol whipped
Mook
And Mook did a song with the nigga
I just wanna know what’s wrong with you niggas
Y’all support a nigga 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 Bleep out
I was thinking to myself like “yo Ice wilding”
But I heard you was outside like
“What’s popping my nigga, 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 niggas 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

It’s like a DM cuz his body is gon be in-box ...

this line was cool though....box-box midfielder -DM ..flew over dumb niggas heads

...

Where Giyazz and 007Bruce? Time don pass o

Darkrebel:
It’s like a DM cuz his body is gon be in-box ...

this line was cool though....box-box midfielder -DM ..flew over dumb niggas heads

М̤̣̲̣̥̈̇ǝ̥̥Ω̴̩̩̩̥ coolshii

Darkrebel:
[/quote]I told my grandmoms I don’t wanna
get personal with Rex And she replied “grandson, you know I fuckin love you
You got the heart of 100 lions
But sometimes baby you could be a
little bit too fuckin 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 Bottom 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

II Love the story

[quote author=Darkrebel post=28563389]

II wanted to say something too bout their rhyming! mehn textbattlers are trying oooo

Kr0ne / Guykhena

after this stage of the tourney, what's the next stage?-- Quarter finals?

kr0ne:
Where Giyazz and 007Bruce? Time don pass o

i know giyaz wont show up. if the guy done ready i go post

007Bruce:
i know giyaz wont show up. if the guy done ready i go post

the dude's still mentally unstable after I beat him again. I thought he said -- *Ffuck Nairaland