MOSS | Daylyt vs Charlie Clips

 
 

Charlie Clips vs Daylyt took place at King of the Dot's BOLA5 battle event June 28, 2014. This first ever MOSS scoring video contains a primer on how the system works and then a scoring of the battle.

MOSS is interactive! Score the battle yourself below, then comment on YouTube or through one of the Social Media buttons at the bottom of the site, and let Skip know what you got!

(NOTICE** - contrary to the first couple of MOSS video primers, all score boxes in the fillable sheet here are /10 for the sake of simplicity. If a score box represents multiple bars of rap, please give an overall score out of a 10-point maximum to those bars in that box. For example, if a score box follows 2 bars and you think: poor setup bar, strong following punchline bar, you might put a 6 or so in that score box - 4 points for the setup, 8 for the punchline; 6-point average for those 2.)

Rapper Points Bars PPB Avg
Charlie Clips
Daylyt

Charlie Clips Round 1 Score (/10)
I told ni***s I would fry Day before the week is out.
Never knew that little bar was really meaning a lot.
How ironic I gotta kill a ni*** from out of Queen of the Ring
to become that ni*** at King of the Dot.
I see you became best friends with Chilla, well,
you should dial Jones 'cause you 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 you ni***s wanna have a meeting with Pac? (MK, MK)

I'm a vampire: I don't like Daylyt. I'd rather shoot dog.
Shotgun blowin in a Crip ni*** mouth, but it ain't Snoop Dogg.
I run with some Outlawz, that'll roof dog. They crazy, let they ratchet buck.
A LBC crew that'll stomp him, now Da'z Kurupt.
Should I use a 9, automatic, or maybe the blade,
Whatever I use 'll push this bitch wig back, that's the Lady of Rage.
I run up on him, while he on stage, call your DJ "bitch",
turn tables over. He try to run, I hope your DJ Quik.
This MC, 'll get the Hammer, right to his Left Eye, give him four rounds,
I ain't even bring my own gun to Cali; I got my Dogg Pound.
Give him all rounds. The shots sharp, they'll lift his skin.
He'll be white by time the doctor find. Shoutout to Eminem. (MK, MK)

Now you did a "M.K." Mortal Kombat scheme against Chilla.
But now you got a bear in your sight.
You gone see Death in a Row.
Cuz the whole time I "M.K" stood for Marion Knight.
That's Suge; I'm in yo hood; I start airing the pipe,
I hit these Crip ni***s,
make everybody in Blue Jet without preparing a flight.

Ni*** I'm nice. I flew all the way to Cali just to make sure you pass away.
A bulimic model at breakfast time -- you eating half the trey.
I' catch him while he picking his son up from school. Know what I'll do? I'll blast away,
split him in half; his son stayed in school, but still saw half a Day.

Listen I ain't your average battle rapper Davone. I'm a different terror.
Got a 59, and a 50; blow your fitted into a different Era.
Got a long ratchet, that's Shoonie. Get that bitch to air ya;
if she miss, you'll still get a Funeral 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 try weaving a jab.
Shoutout to TDE. 'cause today, every shot that hit him,
he gonna have to leave in a cab.
I throw a bullet like the ni*** from the movie Wanted,
so when I'm squeezing a mag,
the shit 'll go through you, through you, make Ab-Soul duck,
hit you and make your Soul leave through your Abs.

Daylyt Round 1 Score (/10)
What they gonna be saying is Clips lost today.
(fuck I gotta slow that down already?)
What they gonna be saying is Clips lost to Day.

That goes to all the mothafuckas at Unbias that never thought it’d happen.
My attitude is welcome to the ghetto bitch,
with a attitude, let’s start the snappin’.
The crowd will Holla-Day early, due to my Gift,
which is Presence, let’s start the (w)rappin’.
A loss - one Day notice, lemme pull a move out,
a new box for you, like I started packin’.
see what a man do? They know,
Day flow the new Bayo, I started blackin’.
I slowly poke my chest out with these lines —
I’m the pacemaker. I’m heart attackin’.
You been on a winning streak but I’m the win-breaker — Starter jacket.
I take money for a ride, I applied for the job of cabbin’.
I would log in on homes; that’s called a cabin.
No, I’ma just go a li’l apes and the flo’ fly; who called Aladdin?

cut the Jazz,man; I need Abu who be on call with techs — mobile phone.
A couple rounds, we’ll make ya house roll out — mobile home.
Ya bro is on? We put one through his tee, too, total chrome.
Get DNA x’ed — Chromosome.
The cost? Is another kid from N.Y. who lost — leave Home Alone.
I got one two-two, I’m so in zone.

It could get ugly bitch — the game is stale.
I go retarded on stage — my name Li’l Darryl.

The Smack list is the blackfish — who y’all savin? Well(whale),
Ni*** we bust chrome;
The heat done put more ni***s to sleep
than a Jigglypuff song.

What the fuck’s wrong, I bust chrome, I’ll do him in a greasy way
Two Four’s leave Six Ate — who do we appreciate?

He think escape? I got a Asian bitch that’ll 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 gonna hear is.. Boom-sha-ka-la-ka!
I go double noodles like two pots of pastas.

These Tupac impostors ain’t bout that thug, Life, yeah.
Why would-he beef in this Toy Story,
when I’m the one who got the Buzz? This is Lyt year, type queers,

Nina won’t leave that ass alone, she like to flirt;
arms swing, teach you how to Dougie, you like the Jerk;
One shot ‘a air out his neck — you like to burp;
You look wrong, I give your eye 90 — you like the Chirp;
that was a Hard Line Pro — I like the perk;
these ni***s be gettin’ Kilt — their life a skirt;
one punch push his mouth to side — he like to smirk;
little ni*** get his whole body Blew(ue) — he like the Smurfs;
I spot a fake ni*** from a mile away — you dyke berserk;
one call put his face in a box — use Skype to murk;
you thought one button was gonna save you from dying? Who Life Alert?
Big ni*** answers your door, "who is it"; true life of Lurch.
Here, take a couple of them messy-cans, who like to 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 ni***s 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 ni***;
Tupac was originally from East Coast, that mean we killed two N.Y. ni***s.

Charlie Clips Round 2 Score (/10)
I watched one of your battles the other day,
and I was thinking to myself like where the game went?
It’s about 3,964 battle rappers today,
and they all spittin’ 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 tryin to win a battle strictly off name flips.

What it is Day. If I reach to give you a 5 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, balk, no comprende?
No matter what time of the week it is, I don’t lose, I wins, Day.
I called Ill Will’s Jamaican connect like, "Yo you know my son Day?"
He said "Rass clot from L.A.? Yah I know the mon Day."
He said send his head 1 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, but let’s put that away.

I ain’t tryin 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, I get it bro.
My side bitch called me like "can you imagine-boo, if you hit it slow"
but I got a girl so I pay her a lot of green to keep my pickle low.

She bad. Summer Madness crowd wouldn’t boo ma,
her name’s Chanel, she a diva.
I hit it once, I went ape, now she could tell, I’m a leader.
(Kahh-meyy..) Ni*** please, you’ll get a shell from the heater
For you to survive the Dots ‘a have to put your Cell in a Freeza.

Speaking of sell, we in L.A. A lot of platinum (uh) albums were sold here.
You nice, but with all them Super Saiyans,
the most you can do is go gold here(/hair).

I let that 4 flare, point the deuce, throw the beam in your mouth.
Do the fusion dance with Chilla and then scheme in your house.
I battle 10 times a year my ni***. 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, find his Dreams on the couch.

I told y’all it’d be a Total Slaughter when the gun bust in his 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 Round 2 Score (/10)
In the hood they charge 1k for one K. And to keep a buck X 10,
that’s why everybody remaining a G;
they eyeless pilot fly, precision division is.. plane as can be.

Them ni***s take flight on sight; I said-I am the old Jedi,
yo-da crowd notice everything it ‘a slash,
I slice slicks, with a bright line to fight with,
light(Lyt) saber anything in his path.

The staff feel like Oh, B won? 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 ni***s. One thing we got in common
is we can Rock Man, but I rest killas.
You say they Missed-a Fantastic line? That’s cuz it was a stretch, ni***

I’m the best, ni***. They put 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 (slip) pursuit is going fine.
Crew is gonna shine, we shoot at this feet; dance Clips — do it for the Vine.

I shine, through that Hard Knock Life but it ain’t no Annie skipping,
and he crippin’, look at the can he grippin’,
the long whistle ‘ll put a end to your show — Andie Griffith,

pump Yosemite, Amityville Horror,
granny ‘ll feel sorrow when the rides come;
I tell her don’t cry, sis, this is just a standard crisis,
he gone figure out who Crist 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. ‘Cause at first I was in for Red, but I got son.
So my old mission was cancelled,
but I still lift that infrared, send you to God, son,
mode: I’m ahead by a big amount — I’m in Fred the Godson 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!

Charlie Clips Round 3 Score (/10)
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.
I woke up another day, watched his battles,
then the whole weekend I laughed,
’cause 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 ni***s put you on their 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 Quillus with his man Q.

But now you just jumping on any ni*** 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 ni***s
that’s doing all the killing, all the robbing and torture.
Instead you on the face of a ni***
that’s killing battle rap, and robbing the culture.

You gotta stop this shit, face mask.
When I murder ni***s I leave ‘em with no trace.
You want your ni***s to look their killer in the eye;
I rather you look your killer in his whole face.

So you can remember the ni*** from the East Coast,
that stripped you of all your pride and your glory.
Real ni***s don’t need a face mask;
I don’t plan for you to live to tell your side of the story.

To the Batmobile! Ni*** 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,
’cause he the Dot at the bottom that’s always getting curved, that’s a semicolon.

You really thought you’d be ahead of Mook my ni***? C’mon Day stop,
your name will forever be behind Mookie — you Blaylock.
That trey pop, his moms won’t even recognize him when his face drop,
In order for the cops to know if that’s Lyt, they had to call in Tay Roc.

Ni*** that’s bars, plus schemes, plus delivery, that was a true finish;
They paid money to hear classic, 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 2 minutes.

Daylyt Round 3 Score (/10)
I remember that time on URL that I never spent.
I got paid to do a battle that never happened, and I kept ever (s)cent.
you smell me? Tell B I keep 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 their world is everything
but all I see is a speck of dust.

Irrelevant(ear-elephant) ni***s wanna piece of me, I tell em it’s no slice.
Their 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 spittin’,
consider it great stichin’ — I tell em I’m sew nice.

But I’m bout to go in, "bree", yo — another li’l fella with no life.
You better abort, shun, ‘fore you see what the lead did.
Quill. I still(-)birth the new style, so the..
feat is(fetus) guaranteed — you’ll be dead, kid.
It was over before you came out, li’l fella — miscarriage.
That’s a toddler, tragedy, Disaster said I’m a bastard,
’cause I don’t give a fuck about son, and I’m your father, ap-parent-ly.

But what I inherited is a slug, man, and a gun to pound with.
What you gon’ inherit is Harriet Tubman, you goin’ underground, bitch.

And that’s for railroads. I had to give him the clip.
(What I gotta put that in "Grinding" 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(t) — we are cooler..
Y’all bout to see B rest while I’m eating — we are Hooters.
I been searching for this little boy all night — we are cougars.
You sleep on me, get killed in your dream — we are Kruger.
Fire; get smoked with a line — we are hookah.
Clips is a clear joke — these are bloopers.
I go fire on that last level — we are Koopa.
Everybody in that van draws — we are Luther.
Standing there with the gauge soon as you arrive — we are Loopers.
That power range 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;
Sike I lied!

I told you ni***s, this is Day city.
I don’t know what the fuck y’all that in they city,
dog get aired with a round to the mouth — play frisbee.
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.