Iron Solomon vs Charlie Clips

[Round 1: Iron Solomon]
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
I wanna know what it's like it have actually brought Rum Nitty's slogan to life
I mean he let you decide and you chose suicide?
You like South Park Kenny who we just don't want to let go
No matter how many times you die you still show up the next show
I mean you was on the verge and got big headed from success
Now it's you or Jaz The Rapper, I don't know who gives a fuck less
The first time you half assed a battle we let that go
But, but once you half ass twice you just an asshole
Well tonight, if we don't get some effort put in your pen
Y'all league owners better never fucking book him again
The show's over fuck your little half time act
You got clips, Charlie, you really strapped like that?
You try to take my lid off I'll have my man Ice snap
Like he did for Cortez and throw the caps right back
So we gon' get the full Clips or bullshit or nine minutes?
The truth is we don't trust you, you made that bed now lie in it
I mean for real Charlie your slogan is "Sike I lied" isn't it?
Shit, I can't even spell "Charlie" without the "lie" in it
There's the Clips with the freestyles, the Clips with the three rounds
The one we fast forward through and the Clips that gets rewound
Well Clips could roll up rapping anyway he want
I'll smoke all these Clips I'll face it once like a second generation blunt
See, see, you, you took too many matches and that's what made you tender
But before when we saw you we knew you was a great contender
But haven't stepped on this stage from ever and really gave the effort
Charlie, your career, how can we count on our ruler if he won't take the measures?
Well now, you better pray to God cause I could be your savior dawg
Or put a barrel on your throat like a Saint Bernard
Either way you can't protect the throne it's time to change the guard
Charlie, your career is in limbo, you need to raise the bar
Or this will be your curtain call
The lesson that you learning dawg
Is hard work beats talent, when talent isn't working hard
We've seen him serve 'em all, handle beef like a burger store
You vegan now, it ain't the same ingredients we heard before (herbivore)
And I'm shocked, cause you electrified the fans
But in yo' current form
You not as charged you lost your spark and now the whole circuit board/bored
See, you was the people's champion, we rooted for you the seeds was planted
But we stumped cause when we seen you branching out that's when he leaves us hanging?
After Tay Roc, you got bolder (boulder) your ego keeps expanding
And once you felt your rep had been cemented you took the streets for granted (granite)
And they paved your road tripping
Y'all pitched in the gas money
Well moving forward no one's riding with him, he a crash dummy
We doing this in Toronto I could've bodied him at home
I came to G check this dick head like Bonnie did Charron
See there's a bad one in every battle, you to rotten to rep The Apple
Even "king of Harlem" is a status we'll never hand you
Mook got the crown Uptown, he'll keep casting a heavy shadow
As long as you and Loaded Lux keep getting wacker with every battle
And just in case your fans think you bodying Iron
It's only King Of The Dot, right? I'm not even trying

[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
This lil' voice in my head keep asking, "Why you play around with Rum Nitty like that...like that...like that."
Damn, c'mon y'all we all know that Clip's great
If I really wanted to kill Nitty I would've did it with a big shank
It would've been a funeral, all of y'all would've been whining/wining over Rum that's a mixed drink
They said it's a wrinkle in my career, well good think I got an Iron to get that shit straight
God talking to me like, "Don't kill Iron."
I'm really trying Lord, but everybody gotta die from Iron Cat down to Iron Dog
His big sister get the iron, little sister get the ironing cord
He try to take flight? I'm a close his light before Ironing board/bored
Yeah Iron, spit your little personals, won't none of them shits get to me
Ain't you the one Math schooled? Well now it's time to make him history
Oh, y'all think I ain't in Iron class, well I want y'all to peep the chemistry
Every line cold blooded, watch how it break down Iron deficiency
I got a plan to kill this man, oh trust me Ice the plan is vicious
If he don't break fast while I'm waving the toast, I gotta jam the witness
Oh you lucky I went vegan, cause back then it would've been a can of biscuit
But now I got enough strength to start lifting Iron like Planet Fitness
Hold up, y'all know what? I'm so muhfucking mean with
Let's bring that whole lifting Iron thing back and do a whole 'nother scheme with it
He try to jog past me I sit up, like, "What's popping my old friend?"
Then he try to dip off, I got a new phone but still with the old sim'
What you about, 40? Well this shit will help stretch out them old limbs
Grab the shotgun and start pumping Iron like Gold's Gym
Now I know that scheme might not work out, but that's the reason I gotta try again
See my name ringing dumb bells while y'all was asking where Iron been
If Iron push up on me the wrong way, I'ma crack Iron chin
You in your crib? Well then I'll pull up at your door that's the Iron Gym
Let me talk to you, yeah I'm vegan now, so what? I don't want beef or I lack the cheddar?
Boy you know the drill, if I pull out them toasters
I'ma clap the heckler, grab his bitch by her weave Organik, then I'ma ask her
"Who rapping better?
Take a deep breath, cause if she say "Iron" I'ma black and deck her
Drill, toasters, iron, Black & Decker, that was all a scheme
Ain't you from Brooklyn? Where Biggie, a black rapper said, "It was all a dream"
Well where's your black friends at Iron? I bet a bunch of white people show up if I call your team
So if y'all tell me Iron Man is black, y'all gotta be talking about the War Machine
Look at you, you fucking Jew, you'll do anything for a deposit
This girl tried to tell me Iron was gay but I wasn't believing her logic
Til one day I was walking by and heard the ho tell Iron "Come out the closet!"
And that's crazy cause at the hotel the iron come out the closet
I'll put you in ICU, VIP, you won't need ID
Cause when I'm roaming (Rome-ing) with these numbers you gon' need IV
I'll walk in the hospital, how ironic it's Iron I see
And that's crazy cause "ironic" is "iron i.c."
Wordplay
You know what? Let's skip that, fuck the chit chat
Send your bitch down the block, I'll let the beam chase her
If I got the Iron I'm terminate her too (Terminator 2), I got a mean laser
Sara(h) Connor know it's Poison in my Pen, but I don't need paper
Tell me how I was watered down against Rum and you gon' lick a (liquor) shot, that's a mean chaser
Two 30's on, give him 60 on the way out, I'm a mean Laker
Bullets ain't got no name, this one Meek Mill, it's a Dream Chaser
Iron I don't have to swing, I get a fan to do you dirty, that's a lean drinker
Have two fives on the side of your whip, that's the Speed Racer
Oh you Jewish right? But you knew the life
I ride by your block on a Yamaha
Get me hot, your glasses gon' pop that's a thermometer
They lighting candles up they don't know if it's a memorial or Hanukkah
Head shot they gotta close the exit wound with his yamaka
Like I told you before, I run up on Iron with a mean gun
Put a hole in your head but not just any hole, the Rasheed one
Tell my niggas to "roll up" and then smoke him before the weed done
I don't got a slogan, but when you kill a nigga this bad you don't need one

[Round 2: Iron Solomon]
So you gon' shoot up my synagogue, huh?
That's the type of punchline y'all should be emarrassed to cherish
When I run up in your church, your whole Parrish with perish
I'm talking 'bout "bow, bow, bow!" like when your mama pray and shit
Then it's "pew, pew, pew" like where the congregation sit
I've had the hardest artists in NWA show me love and respect
You not even nice enough to be in NWX
But when he get stuck with his pen and he can't seem to impress you
He check what Eric has in store, his man D to the rescue
With all the battles that you take I think the cash that you earning worthy
But you half through your dirty 30's, room mating like Bert & Ernie
See, you trying to act like the part of Harlem you live in is hostile
Well all them people sleeping on your couch, you live in a hostel
Well I'll be at your door with something bigger than a battering ram
Long metal burner for the beef, that's a cattle brand
I'm coming to herd, tell your cowboys to "mount up"
Cause one bulls eye leave you in the ground, Chuck
Your grave gets filled tonight, it's the perfect venue for you
The person's fate, I'm sealing light, yeah I read up on you
But bro, congratulations on Wild N Out! You deserve to get spoiled
Plus that watered down minstrel show is a perfect fit for you
You should be ashamed of yourself, there's a place waiting in Hell
When celebrities trade integrity for some fame and some wealth
So tell Hitman to Holla, I'll leave his nose bloody
Tell Conceited I will humble him and I don't think the show's funny
But before I take a crumb of Nick's bread I'd rather go hungry
To keep it 100 G I wouldn't battle him with Charron's money
Nick you don't deserve the hype, ain't worth the time to write a verse but I'd eat you with the words cause I'm lethal
Have your worthless life leave you but I prefer to fight equals
When a person's pride has a purchase price, they don't earn the stripes we do
You a certified weasel, the fame has turned your mind evil
This scam of yours is quite see through
Exploit our culture for your benefit, man you worse than WHITE PEOPLE!
And when the show becomes a hit, you the ho he the pimp
It blows up, Cannon balling, getting loaded off of Clips
And you know it don't make sense (cents) but still you've gotta sign the dollar line
Now Nick will (nickle) see dollar signs and he don't got a dime?
Even Cash ditched your large ass when he asked Ash to marry him
Now she's addicted to the boy sack like a bag of heroin
Met me at the Sheraton, did a dance like Marilyn
Before she skated she took pipe on her knees; Nancy Kerrigan
And your disgusting flesh gets more extra with every girlfriend that's up and left
Now each time I see your tee size it's got another X
You done what, like, 70 battles, that's 210 rounds
And every one was filmed and the camera adds ten pounds
So this work ethic starts taking effect now
When we see Clips from the neck up and Cee-Lo from the neck down
I'm saying you've never been on the Freshman cover yourself
But you've definitely have an issue with a XXL
Okay, okay, I'm a fat boy, I'm a fat boy too
But I'm an OG a pioneer, you just a fat boy who OD when the pie is near
I'm a fat boy so y'all can say it's the same image
But as far as how heavy our bars we weight/way different
See I'm the real don, I dine where the Goodfellas eat
Been shitting on the game so long my foot fell asleep
I'm top five of all time, ain't no name iller
The Mt. Rushmore murderer, the stone faced killer
And my next victim? I'm hunting 'em down muhfucka
Like Charlie's ex bitches, I'm done fucking a round muhfucka
It's fat betrayal bars. It's fat on fat crime
And just in case you need an excuse for getting bodied by Iron
I'm just a white boy, you prolly not even trying

[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
When I heard you had one testicle, truth be told I didn't even laugh Iron
Cause a man walking around half his life with half his life is not funny, that shit is sad Iron
My nigga, you have one ball, who do you blame? Your moms or your dad Iron?
This round about to be too/two nuts, my bad, that's something you don't have Iron
Hold on, I want y'all to take this ride with me, alright everybody clear your mind, right
Picture me and Iron inside the ride and we both going past the mall
We see a couple bitches, he clear his glasses like, "Look at them, I'ma bag 'em all."
And I'm like, "Iron, you only got one nut. How do you plan to smash 'em all?"
And he look at me like, "Clips, these bitches is about to have a ball!"
Hold on, clear your mind again, clear your mind again, clear your mind again
Alright now, picture me hanging out at Iron crib
Bad bitch pull up in the newest ride
Shit tinted, I'm like, "Who dat Iron?" He like, "Calm down. That's my boo inside
I'm about to kill a pussy."
I'm like, "You about to kill it? Like, what can you provide?"
He said, "Charlie this one ball, off the wall; suicide."
Like that's not even half of the story though, now this the part where it gets iller
So Iron comes in with a dead ball like a pitch hitter
Putting his crotch in a chick face and she like, "Ew, you bitch nigga."
Now I feel bad, cause shorty gotta Dodgeball like Ben Stiller
Did I tell y'all how Iron tried out for the football team? That's not an opinion, this is fact
He didn't make the team I asked him, "Why", he said, "They ain't pick me cause I ain't black."
He tried to be a defensive tackle, you wanna know why they ain't call him back?
Cause he only got one ball so he couldn't get a sack
My nigga, like, what happened to Iron?
Like, did the shit just fall out your underwear?
Do you got your ball locked up in a safe? Do you got it sealed in some Tupperware?
I could see Iron in a straight jacket and they like, "Solomon, get the fuck in there."
And Iron look at the crazy house like, "Nah, it's too many nuts in there."
If you don't got the balls to stomach this round then leave
Cause I could understand if it's so rough
"Leave 'em alone Clips, you're picking on him!" He from Brooklyn, trust me he's so tough
Am I Leroy with the glow? what's up I.C.E. that's a Sho Nuff
Why would you book a nigga that go nuts against a nigga with no nuts
I know some killers out in England, for some reason they all wanna mangle you
They some Patriots but for them football numbers they all wanna strangle you
Now is Aaron, Hernandez or Tom Brady? I mean that call is debatable
Cause on one hand he kill niggas and on the other, his balls is deflatable
Aww, your name is Aaron, aww, I'm the man, tell Aaron, "Nah"
Shoot his legs, have him wobbling, make Aaron fall
Run up on Aaron, start airing Aaron while Aaron crawl
Two things off the hip, both of them singing, Aaron Carter and Aaron Hall
Now I know you a freestyler like I am, so you're gonna freestyle that's right
You're gonna say something fire like, "At least I had more balls than you had in that Math fight."
Well go ahead and do your thing, just remember I'm the nigga that you called out
And I ain't gon' hate, do your thing, I want you to ball out

{Clips gives Iron a pound}

Y'all see this? This right here is love
My nigga gave me a pound, that's why I'm not even mad at dawg
I didn't think you would give me a pound but I just knew you had the balls

[Round 3: Iron Solomon]
So when I heard that I had Charlie Clips, I said, "Whoo, what I'ma write about is nuts."
When he heard he had me, he said, "Mmmm, I'ma write about his nuts."
I thought after Mook's corny shit we wouldn't see that stuff go down
You talk about a nut for one whole round?
See that's the difference there between a vet and a rookie
Cause it doesn't take any nuts to step to a pussy
So against Daylyt right, I said, "I'm the medicine man when you look to get leaked
An NY in front of Quill will put him to sleep."
And you thought that bar was so hard it would be good to repeat
So when you battled Quill you said, "Two of these will put him to sleep
When you in front of a guy from NY in front of Quill" that was fucking ill
How you took...exactly what I said...it took a ton of skill
See, when a sucker steals another man's work you crossing a fine line
I'm starting to see why URL paired him with John John
It's not just my rhymes, there's mad victims of this guy's crime
He prolly getting it from half the league like Lebron's moms
Well not you in front of the one you copied it from
It's like Obama go up against Melania Trump
I'm saying, Clips has got bars but he bit 'em off ours
I'll body marks from scratch; chicken pox scars
I got a blade named "Slash", come kiss a rock star
You can book your next battle where Big and 'Pac are
They'll say, "Charlie Clips...who's bars be shit
Gave us two rounds with no point like Barbie's tits."
Got mismatched set ups that hardly fit
And the party mix is smoke mirrors and parlor tricks
We seen your bars get sloppy just like your horrid body
Now ever time we see C./CC it's the same carbon copy
Mr. Charlie Brown
His daddy is Charlie Brown, HIS daddy is Charlie Brown
Three times your family chose to repeat this
Well this name that you passing down is the same as your battle rounds
Cause we all know the third one is always the weakest
You spit a wack line and act like cause it's freestyle you deserve a metal
To impress us off the top the shit needs to be on a certain level
You gotta drop classic hits like *Gin & Juice*, I'm talking C.F., Diz'
The Saurus, Illmaculate, Jin and Juice
Or Big Zoo, but the shit that Clips do I can't condone
I don't wanna watch you come off the head like Pat Stay in a 'Lac with Rone
I mean are you deaf? You don't hear the criticism from Angry Fans
Well I listen and disability comes in handicap
So I ain't finna travel pass I been before, new things in store
I died once, that body was on some bullshit like a Minotaur
Now you the sacrificial lamb I'm fishing for
Only sheep think you still the G.O.A.T. cause recently you been a boar/bore
No you the golden calf cause there's his favorite disciples
This shallow pool of fans waiting beside you
He came from The Bible, his reign/rain is like Noah's flood, no one is waving his title
No matter how watered down his flow y'all pray to your idol
Oh, you 'fraid he's (Euphrates) washed up that's why y'all stay in denial (the Nile)
You see, your fans are followers, all the leaders follow me
And the way that I guide 'em see, got 'em seeing me as the God MC
King Solomon the second coming, something nobody could really explain like second cousins
Brother this is our religion, you and I are clergy inside these churches
Tonight's a service, these ain't fire verses, I'm reciting sermons with higher purpose
To fight the serpents who tell us what we write is worthless
So they can steal it, sell it on the shelves, priced for purchase
When it's buried, the deep shit that we dig might resurface
Cause if hip hop is dying I'm providing purists with life insurance
So it means nothing if your fans think I'm winning or not
They live in a box, motherfuck their opinions and thoughts
From Grind Time to Fight Klub, Smack to King Of The Dot
I will always give this culture everything that I got

[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
First and foremost I just wanna say...that was beautiful
Now when I first heard I had the almighty Iron Solomon, I yawned
Truth be told I was even a lil' hesitant
Cause the way Murda Mook beat the fuck out of Iron
I thought you was gonna end up being celibate
You got yo' ass whipped so bad, you had to sneak back into battle rap
And how you did it, was intelligent
See you knew you couldn't hang with the blacks on Smack
So you came back to the white folk to become relevant
Oh Iron, in America we think you trash now
Stay in Toronto, become a resident
In fact don't leave the Six til that nigga Drake becomes the president
On Earth, Iron is important cause it carries oxygen to the blood, but to me that's irrelevant
Cause you booked a nigga from outta this world that can take Iron out of his element
I'm back, no playing around, I ain't even bring a riddle for you
Shit was going smooth, yeah? Well now it's gon' get a little brittle for you
Cause you got your ass whooped, Organik cleared the lane and just opened up the middle for you
How y'all let a former star burst on the scene out here if Murda Mook was throwing Skittles on you?
Let me guess, it's cool because he Jewish
Or he live in a crib with all women
I was raised by all women, nigga hit me with a Skittle, suit and tie on, all linen
Funeral service, I know Christians that get it in and they all sinning
He ain't even hit you with strawberry and grape, you let that nigga hit you with all lemon
And y'all respect that? Organik, stop this battle right now and get your check back
You ain't the type of nigga we point Tec's at
You Iron Solomon, we just grab you by your neck fat
Make your feet dangle
Where them bars come from, the same place where you'll get decked at
You'll get slammed in-between every hot line like one of Rex hats
I see why I'm the one you niggas Marvel
Maybe it's the way that I be pulling strings
Or I make niggas turn invisible from the torch
You'll get your body rocked when I pull a thing
So what you acting Fantastic Four/for? Knowing deep down I got you full of steam
Cause Professor Charles know how to body Iron on the inside like Wolverine
Iron, I'll slap your bitch, but why avenge her (Avenger)?
When everybody in here fucking that smut?
She told me you get small as Ant Man when it's time to jump in her gut
Let me guess you got hammer like Thor and you always keep one in the clutch
You ass God (Asgard) and low key (Loki) I'm fucking you up
I'll send a shot to one of Iron's Man, if it's War, Machine's gunning
Nick Fury, for one eye/I tell the cops I never seen nothing
That last line was Incredible, you turn Hulk like that mean something
Ain't you Jewish? How did you not see/Nazi this scheme coming?
This about to be a fucking body, oh yeah I can hear the fans on Twitter
I can hear the fans now
Niggas like you I want to send upstairs, so God can send my mans down
I be talking to Tall T like, "Yo T! I got beef send a can down."
Head shot, Young B got his future in his hands now
Hold up, y'all know what? I'm so muhfucking mean with it
A couple other battle rappers died, right? Well it's time to do a whole 'nother scheme with it
He'll be to you around six God, what you think I brought that Tec for?
Young B The Future upstairs, Tall T and they got my nigga Party next door
Arty told me what's his asking price, to send you upstairs to the afterlife
You thought you got booked for a battle, Organik booked you for a sacrifice
Cause I be talking to PH, that's my nigga, I mean he fuck with me
One night he was talking, but I got nervous I thought it was the drunk in me
Til I jumped up like, "PH! My nigga, what the fuck do you want from me?"
The iron fell in the kitchen and a little voice said, "company"
Head shot, this is God's work cause we hate devils
I'll get your whole Team Homi for thinking we ain't ghetto
Ain't he Iron? Well it's my job to make sure he shoots straight metal
Cause if Iron lose enough blood, it should put him on PH level
They said they wanna see that old Clips, Pen
Well let 'em know that that savage back
Pump on Iron, "Oh my God how he die?"
It was the asthma attack, Iron wake up in Heaven
All happy doing the cabbage patch
Then my nigga Ron come out of nowhere with his Cadillac/Cadalack
Now I told you, I run up on you with a mean gun
Put a hole in this nigga head, not just any hole, the Rasheed one
Tell my niggas to roll up and then smoke him before the weed done
I don't got a slogan but when you smoke a Jew this bad, you don't need one