[Round 1: Tay Roc]
Mike, “Pulice” really your last name?
You was dead ‘fore this even started
Smack, who told this nigga URL was Pulice (police) department?
He a target, this can of mine’ll clap
Underground is where Mike Pulice’ll rest (police arrest) like, “Hands behind your back”
You a fan of mine in rap
You are not hot
Difference between us: you play Black Ops, I got opps
Sawed-off fresh out the chop shop
Tryna stop Roc? Big round in front of Mike (mic): it ain’t a pop block
You woulda said some stupid shit in my face and got clocked
You wasn’t alarmed you at risk (wrist)? Stop, watch
I will cock Glocks while his car is in park
Brains in the whip, but everything outside of Pulice (police) car unmarked
You wanted Roc, you got the right man
I don’t like fam’
Fuck Tyson, Jordan, and Jackson: I ain’t a Mike fan
Get knocked out if you tryna fight, fam’
Your niggas gotta help you up and adjust how Mike (mic) stand
Look, white man, I’m the type to ruin your wedding
You say “I do”, I ring on him usin’ the Wesson
I’ll catch Mike and his bitch at a restaurant, beautiful setting
Then fuck Mike (mic) up in that booth: it’s a studio session
Don’t spend your quarantine money, Michael
You might go broke
If he sayin’ he fuckin’ wit’ Roc, he might blow coke
I’m on the roof wit’ it, him and his wife don’t know
Sniper rifle, everybody in Mike row scoped (microscope)
Eddie and Martin: life’s no joke
You’re a bozo
You only black (Blac) and war (Anwar) on a Champion during promo
I’ll walk up to you at an event like it’s for a photo
And have Mike stretched out under my shoes: Jordan logo
You couldn’t beat me on this Skype wit’ your best prop
Microphone and headset from your Xbox
Through the windshield the TEC pop
I left P (pee) on the side of the road: I couldn’t make it to the rest stop
Boy, you thought Caffeine was streamin’ this? They geeked you up
Mike, I will sleep you, and Caffeine won’t keep you up
Whoever wit’ you speakin’ up, I’ll lift my heater up
Give me space, and at least six feet if he deep enough
Who said he is tough? You all is frontin’
You started somethin’
If I target somethin’, your skull is crushin’
I’ll have you in the hospital, your mother in the waiting room callin’ cousins
Like “Mike hooked up to machines with all the plug-ins”
You all is bluffin’
This who y’all got to murder me?
Settin’ shit up like this, y’all got to do it purposely
I left dawg shot, the room is burgundy
I sent ‘em through P body: Institute at Johns Hopkins University
I’ll get the drop on where you live, and when I find it
Tape his mouth shut, have P silent: psychotic
You gon’ die in front of your bitch - is your broad ready?
BANG! Now the blood of P (pee) in her face: R. Kelly
Your Wolverine-in-the-face-ass, you don’t look like a beast
I’ll let it rip out the machine: it look like receipts
Look, Mike deceased
Paramedics’ll put you under covers, and you won’t even look like police
And let a nigga from your squad wanna scrap
I’ll pop the trunk and have Pulice dawg in the back
Palm it and clap, you’ll see a ‘K pop off
Knock ya block off
Brains of Pulice (police) everywhere: GTA 5 stars
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Mike, “Pulice” really your last name?
You was dead ‘fore this even started
Smack, who told this nigga URL was Pulice (police) department?
He a target, this can of mine’ll clap
Underground is where Mike Pulice’ll rest (police arrest) like, “Hands behind your back”
You a fan of mine in rap
You are not hot
Difference between us: you play Black Ops, I got opps
Sawed-off fresh out the chop shop
Tryna stop Roc? Big round in front of Mike (mic): it ain’t a pop block
You woulda said some stupid shit in my face and got clocked
You wasn’t alarmed you at risk (wrist)? Stop, watch
I will cock Glocks while his car is in park
Brains in the whip, but everything outside of Pulice (police) car unmarked
You wanted Roc, you got the right man
I don’t like fam’
Fuck Tyson, Jordan, and Jackson: I ain’t a Mike fan
Get knocked out if you tryna fight, fam’
Your niggas gotta help you up and adjust how Mike (mic) stand
Look, white man, I’m the type to ruin your wedding
You say “I do”, I ring on him usin’ the Wesson
I’ll catch Mike and his bitch at a restaurant, beautiful setting
Then fuck Mike (mic) up in that booth: it’s a studio session
Don’t spend your quarantine money, Michael
You might go broke
If he sayin’ he fuckin’ wit’ Roc, he might blow coke
I’m on the roof wit’ it, him and his wife don’t know
Sniper rifle, everybody in Mike row scoped (microscope)
Eddie and Martin: life’s no joke
You’re a bozo
You only black (Blac) and war (Anwar) on a Champion during promo
I’ll walk up to you at an event like it’s for a photo
And have Mike stretched out under my shoes: Jordan logo
You couldn’t beat me on this Skype wit’ your best prop
Microphone and headset from your Xbox
Through the windshield the TEC pop
I left P (pee) on the side of the road: I couldn’t make it to the rest stop
Boy, you thought Caffeine was streamin’ this? They geeked you up
Mike, I will sleep you, and Caffeine won’t keep you up
Whoever wit’ you speakin’ up, I’ll lift my heater up
Give me space, and at least six feet if he deep enough
Who said he is tough? You all is frontin’
You started somethin’
If I target somethin’, your skull is crushin’
I’ll have you in the hospital, your mother in the waiting room callin’ cousins
Like “Mike hooked up to machines with all the plug-ins”
You all is bluffin’
This who y’all got to murder me?
Settin’ shit up like this, y’all got to do it purposely
I left dawg shot, the room is burgundy
I sent ‘em through P body: Institute at Johns Hopkins University
I’ll get the drop on where you live, and when I find it
Tape his mouth shut, have P silent: psychotic
You gon’ die in front of your bitch - is your broad ready?
BANG! Now the blood of P (pee) in her face: R. Kelly
Your Wolverine-in-the-face-ass, you don’t look like a beast
I’ll let it rip out the machine: it look like receipts
Look, Mike deceased
Paramedics’ll put you under covers, and you won’t even look like police
And let a nigga from your squad wanna scrap
I’ll pop the trunk and have Pulice dawg in the back
Palm it and clap, you’ll see a ‘K pop off
Knock ya block off
Brains of Pulice (police) everywhere: GTA 5 stars
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