[Round 1: Tay Roc]
I'm solidified in this shit
This ain't a battle to see who can take Tay's position
I feel like I need to get more active, this is a self-made decision
If you sign that PG contract, this nigga straight in prison
You can't do shit battle-wise without they permission
I'm paid to kill him… chest shot, I aim and hit him
Leave everything across burning like I hate a Christian
This shank look like it was made in prison
Your face I'm splittin'
You make a move, I make the cut; that's a great audition
Pay attention
You versus Aye Verb, I was mad at you
Not cause you lost, but because you did some shit a faggot do
Talking about niggas swinging on him on cam'
And "if that was you"
Niggas always talking about what they would've did
Until they the ones that it happen to
Factual, put a barrel on his nose, have him cross eyed
This cat'll whip out the cow (Cal'), watch Raw hide
Your soft squad will get hog tied
Nigga you seen my palms, that's light
But you'll get smacked with the dark side
You a cock blower, put a hard vest on your kid
Before your seed go in the dirt; I'm a pot grower
Your front door get knocked over
This chopper will fuck up your wall, street; I'm a stockholder
You is not colder. You think you can fuck with Roc, soldier?
It look easy from a far till you a lot closer
What you speaking now? Blaow
Random shit coming out of his mouth
Like you was thinking out loud
Aye Brizz you was talking shit, give me a reason why
You shouldn't get yo ass capped, I spit in your BMI
I'll take him to a cornfield like Joe Pesci in Casino, why?
There ain't a Rite Aid or Walgreen's for miles
Nobody on the farm'll see (pharmacy) him die
If Brizz come through my block, picture that
I run up like, "You lost G… PS: go get your map!"
Nigga's wack, that battery in your back gon' get you clapped
Docs hooking you up to jumper cables to get you back
This shit a wrap. Show him respect? I don't intend to
Your bitch eat wood, I know that term might(termite) offend you
My last battle, y'all was unclear on who to give the win to
So I had to sharpen my sword after going against Tsu (Ginsu)
All they heard was the first bang, then the hearse came
Lord happy days is what the church sang
If you want to throw 'em these will give you the worst pain
I will hit B or I give him the ZZ's like his first name
Who you trying to ice grill? You named your clique Dark Side cause what you get paid to battle can't pay a light bill
I'll have your left side paralyzed, it don't feel right
Docs asking him how his right feel
You couldn't mount up to Roc with a triple beam
You better watch what you say unless it's the shit you mean
TECs out, the clip stretched out, like a limousine
The cave deep, your whole squad will get triple team'd
Nigga, fuck you, fuck your whole fam
I'll smack your mom, I'll go ham, I'll stomp out your broham
You better hope what I tote jam
The chopper drum, it hold three 16's; it's a Stone Cold can
This bitch big, like Roseanne, and it'll Bruce Jenner a nigga; bring the bitch out of a grown man
I get up close, BAM! They see the hole, DAMN!
The docs can't even stitch him, they gotta crochet him
Sidebar: Summer Madness coming, Calicoe, stop running
Conceited, how you 5'4" and still ducking?
John John talking shit, he gone make me steal something
Aye, Smack. Holla at Hitman; I'm trying to kill something
Light bars! This nigga dead!
I'm solidified in this shit
This ain't a battle to see who can take Tay's position
I feel like I need to get more active, this is a self-made decision
If you sign that PG contract, this nigga straight in prison
You can't do shit battle-wise without they permission
I'm paid to kill him… chest shot, I aim and hit him
Leave everything across burning like I hate a Christian
This shank look like it was made in prison
Your face I'm splittin'
You make a move, I make the cut; that's a great audition
Pay attention
You versus Aye Verb, I was mad at you
Not cause you lost, but because you did some shit a faggot do
Talking about niggas swinging on him on cam'
And "if that was you"
Niggas always talking about what they would've did
Until they the ones that it happen to
Factual, put a barrel on his nose, have him cross eyed
This cat'll whip out the cow (Cal'), watch Raw hide
Your soft squad will get hog tied
Nigga you seen my palms, that's light
But you'll get smacked with the dark side
You a cock blower, put a hard vest on your kid
Before your seed go in the dirt; I'm a pot grower
Your front door get knocked over
This chopper will fuck up your wall, street; I'm a stockholder
You is not colder. You think you can fuck with Roc, soldier?
It look easy from a far till you a lot closer
What you speaking now? Blaow
Random shit coming out of his mouth
Like you was thinking out loud
Aye Brizz you was talking shit, give me a reason why
You shouldn't get yo ass capped, I spit in your BMI
I'll take him to a cornfield like Joe Pesci in Casino, why?
There ain't a Rite Aid or Walgreen's for miles
Nobody on the farm'll see (pharmacy) him die
If Brizz come through my block, picture that
I run up like, "You lost G… PS: go get your map!"
Nigga's wack, that battery in your back gon' get you clapped
Docs hooking you up to jumper cables to get you back
This shit a wrap. Show him respect? I don't intend to
Your bitch eat wood, I know that term might(termite) offend you
My last battle, y'all was unclear on who to give the win to
So I had to sharpen my sword after going against Tsu (Ginsu)
All they heard was the first bang, then the hearse came
Lord happy days is what the church sang
If you want to throw 'em these will give you the worst pain
I will hit B or I give him the ZZ's like his first name
Who you trying to ice grill? You named your clique Dark Side cause what you get paid to battle can't pay a light bill
I'll have your left side paralyzed, it don't feel right
Docs asking him how his right feel
You couldn't mount up to Roc with a triple beam
You better watch what you say unless it's the shit you mean
TECs out, the clip stretched out, like a limousine
The cave deep, your whole squad will get triple team'd
Nigga, fuck you, fuck your whole fam
I'll smack your mom, I'll go ham, I'll stomp out your broham
You better hope what I tote jam
The chopper drum, it hold three 16's; it's a Stone Cold can
This bitch big, like Roseanne, and it'll Bruce Jenner a nigga; bring the bitch out of a grown man
I get up close, BAM! They see the hole, DAMN!
The docs can't even stitch him, they gotta crochet him
Sidebar: Summer Madness coming, Calicoe, stop running
Conceited, how you 5'4" and still ducking?
John John talking shit, he gone make me steal something
Aye, Smack. Holla at Hitman; I'm trying to kill something
Light bars! This nigga dead!
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