Tay Roc vs. K-Shine (The Rematch) URLtv (Ft. K-Shine & Tay Roc)

[Round 1: Tay Roc]
AYOOOOOOO!!!!
Aye, the nigga that lose the fight, come back to clap somethin'?
That's me my nigga
I'll spin a block if they said I was beat by niggas
I creep by niggas like DNA, mind ya B.I. nigga
It's K.I.O.S.K.'s "kiosks" nigga
If D ride witcha, the Heckler spit
His head'll split
Leave DNA all over K now he a weapon for evidence
{ch-ch} Double barrel; elephants
D. Eagle; elegance
Like rockin' sandals in Dubai, the Desert kicks
You hella bitch, catch him lackin' then leave him lackin' intelligence
Nah nah, I air when it's water, Earth where you goin' if fire, the four elements
I put the clip in, get to flippin', I'm a gold medalist
You go in the dirt cheap, but ya casket is sold separate
Let's settle this
Boy you better have fire on ya
A bulletproof vest won't work if you got it on ya
It won't matter if I pop up at night (knight) in shining (and Shine in) armor
Dome shot, ya bitch gon' lose her knight in shining armor
Shine a goner, K don't got range, but mine is longer
If I hit you I positively got DNA, I'm the father
Aim Glocks, like Las Vegas weather, flame hot
{gun clicks} I bang Top and you gon' evaporate before Rain drop
{gun clicks} Stomach shot {gun clicks} chest shot {gun clicks} neck shot {gun clicks} brain shot
Cops gon' find more empty cases than GameStop
{gun clicks} Gauge cock, if NWX don't act right, boy this'll hit Rain Top
And his DNA'll Shine through a black light
Hair trigger, I pull once but it clap twice
Grippin' the bitch with two hands, the hair pullin', that's a cat fight
I run up on his whip with a black rif', his brains poppin' up on the dash, it ain't the check engine and gas light
That's light, my shooter creep, put you to sleep
Pull up on ya whip, hit ya door and dash that's Uber Eats
I'm too unique, touch me, I'ma use the heat
You gon' lose this battle, then lose ya life, that's a losin' streak
I can {gun clicks} let a shot bust ya or I can {knife swiping multiple times} wit' a box cutter
The blade runnin' from corner to coroner, it's a block hugger
Or it's the red beam in his eyes; Scott Summers
Ya bitch a thot, best believe if Roc wanna, when I caller (call her) I D (ID) it, we don't do blocked numbers
You is not gutter
In URL I'm the top gunner
Glock dumper, get one through ya clothes; dry humper
Cock sucker
DNA this who you gon' watch suffer
Baow, the sawed off ain't chopped lumber
I catch Shine and Top in the whip as soon as Top pull over
I hit Top in his top and make him topple over
You're not a soldier
Shots explode and send him inside a coma
He gon' wake up and feel it in his chest and it's not pneumonia
The Glock a loner, that mean that I'm not the owner
Did you know what this'll do to a black male (blackmail)? I'll expose ya
Why this man rappin' like his can' clappin'?
He Al Pacino, just a man actin' from Manhattan
I can let hands smack him or it's vehicular homicide, he get ran over with his heat
So the (soda) can' flatten
It can happen
You gettin' tied to a whip
Like Mortal Kombat's Liu Kang all ya saw was a man draggin' (dragon)
Get hit up, then go in the bag when the coroner's pick you up
Ya mother can't even stare at the body
She screamin' "Zip 'Em Up!"
Light bars