[Round 1: Goodz]
Hey Shante (Tay) Roc
It's about time we got it on while they watch
I like this
I heard a bunch of internet geeks wit’ they pom poms suckin' Tay cock
Well I came to rap
But if I feel it's on I’ll straight pop
Make my way in like Daylight Savings
Son (sun) it's gon' be a long day; watch
My last one was a trash kill
Well I came here in bullet proof aura and a swag shield
I don't feel shit
Come talk wit' a goon
Gun Bar King...'til Robocop walk in the room
Them shots don't hurt
Let me hear son, Roc, you first
Ain't no K-Shining wit’ me tho’, I'm a rock you first
It’s real and it don't cost to be it neither
Keep it plain and simple with two straps like an orthopedic sneaker
Aye Shante (Tay) Roc
In real life are you holdin' Glocks?
In real life you a family man in your raps you show and pop
From the time them rhymes start, you throwin' shots
You know what? Stop, I hate liars
Makin’ up stories like Mona Scott
.45 keep my love on my hip and make me hop
Tell him, "Strip", put a dub in ya bitch and make him watch
If I'm hungry and the gun around, I'm feedin' him clips
Chinese food, you supposed wit' them sticks
Aye Shante (Tay) Roc
Ya clothes ain't big, big, big...but they big, big
But on URL, you could do nothin' wrong
You wear big hats, baggy jeans and ya shirts are so fuckin' long
I put the .50 to his face like Thomas Jefferson
Either you only got two singles in ya pocket or your money gone
Cause Thomas Jefferson was on the $2 bill, but like I said, on URL... you can do nothin' wrong
"I kill DNA in NY: that's D nanny"
They ain't nothin' 'bout that wack shit, they let you run along
I say "Bambi" it's a big commotion, but like I said, on URL you can do nothin' wrong
See Beasley, we gotta stop wit' this wild behavior
You got the league owner co-signin' a battler and suddenly they the crowd favorite
It's a setup!
No fair game rap moves
You ducked me Volume 2
Knew I came to shit in that small room like an airplane bathroom
I'll whip this big stage and this crowd around
So fuck it, tell 'em, "Crowd around"
Let's make a bet Roc, that's what I thought
In a 99-cent store, you wouldn't put a dollar down
Another cut and another cut and another cut
Look like the seat belt won't buckle up
First off, this would be a stab, not a cut
My bitch said, "He got that bar from an old car. Goodz that don't fit you."
I said, "You right. I guess when that whip got that new car smell you don't have those issues."
Oh you grown cause you got a gun, well I'ma act grown witchu
I let mine ring when it mean business, it's my trap phone pistol
Pay attention
You never seen an iller nigga
I came from the dirt, the same place where we'll put a nigga
How you underrate a Hannibal? Like I don't be cookin' niggas
Still get the job done but like a ghetto name on an application they overlook a nigga
Swag champ, me gettin' money is past tense
You wit' it Roc? A stomach shot will make this bitch curl up like bad cramps
.50 tuck, look like a new born in these black pants
Grip wit' me, brought some Bloods and some Crips wit' me, let's flag dance
What you got about $100 in ya pocket?
Well if I put my 3K versus your 100, who wins the bigger bag fam'?
Oh yeah I'm still talkin' battle rap, I'm just a Math fan
I was gun shoppin' while grand moms was food shoppin', both bringin' them bags in
It's crazy how while she was unpackin' her last can, I was unpackin' my last can'
Let me rap witchu
Better yet, let me chat witchu
Keep ya body language calm, or you gon' leave wit' more than one SMACK witchu
Battle rap beef, these niggas be havin' rap issues
Well you can't bring gun bars to a gun fight, let's see how far that get you
I'ma make it so he don't get booked
Tell me what happens when you put a Roc(k) in front of a hustler, nigga, it's gon' get cooked
GMB
Hey Shante (Tay) Roc
It's about time we got it on while they watch
I like this
I heard a bunch of internet geeks wit’ they pom poms suckin' Tay cock
Well I came to rap
But if I feel it's on I’ll straight pop
Make my way in like Daylight Savings
Son (sun) it's gon' be a long day; watch
My last one was a trash kill
Well I came here in bullet proof aura and a swag shield
I don't feel shit
Come talk wit' a goon
Gun Bar King...'til Robocop walk in the room
Them shots don't hurt
Let me hear son, Roc, you first
Ain't no K-Shining wit’ me tho’, I'm a rock you first
It’s real and it don't cost to be it neither
Keep it plain and simple with two straps like an orthopedic sneaker
Aye Shante (Tay) Roc
In real life are you holdin' Glocks?
In real life you a family man in your raps you show and pop
From the time them rhymes start, you throwin' shots
You know what? Stop, I hate liars
Makin’ up stories like Mona Scott
.45 keep my love on my hip and make me hop
Tell him, "Strip", put a dub in ya bitch and make him watch
If I'm hungry and the gun around, I'm feedin' him clips
Chinese food, you supposed wit' them sticks
Aye Shante (Tay) Roc
Ya clothes ain't big, big, big...but they big, big
But on URL, you could do nothin' wrong
You wear big hats, baggy jeans and ya shirts are so fuckin' long
I put the .50 to his face like Thomas Jefferson
Either you only got two singles in ya pocket or your money gone
Cause Thomas Jefferson was on the $2 bill, but like I said, on URL... you can do nothin' wrong
"I kill DNA in NY: that's D nanny"
They ain't nothin' 'bout that wack shit, they let you run along
I say "Bambi" it's a big commotion, but like I said, on URL you can do nothin' wrong
See Beasley, we gotta stop wit' this wild behavior
You got the league owner co-signin' a battler and suddenly they the crowd favorite
It's a setup!
No fair game rap moves
You ducked me Volume 2
Knew I came to shit in that small room like an airplane bathroom
I'll whip this big stage and this crowd around
So fuck it, tell 'em, "Crowd around"
Let's make a bet Roc, that's what I thought
In a 99-cent store, you wouldn't put a dollar down
Another cut and another cut and another cut
Look like the seat belt won't buckle up
First off, this would be a stab, not a cut
My bitch said, "He got that bar from an old car. Goodz that don't fit you."
I said, "You right. I guess when that whip got that new car smell you don't have those issues."
Oh you grown cause you got a gun, well I'ma act grown witchu
I let mine ring when it mean business, it's my trap phone pistol
Pay attention
You never seen an iller nigga
I came from the dirt, the same place where we'll put a nigga
How you underrate a Hannibal? Like I don't be cookin' niggas
Still get the job done but like a ghetto name on an application they overlook a nigga
Swag champ, me gettin' money is past tense
You wit' it Roc? A stomach shot will make this bitch curl up like bad cramps
.50 tuck, look like a new born in these black pants
Grip wit' me, brought some Bloods and some Crips wit' me, let's flag dance
What you got about $100 in ya pocket?
Well if I put my 3K versus your 100, who wins the bigger bag fam'?
Oh yeah I'm still talkin' battle rap, I'm just a Math fan
I was gun shoppin' while grand moms was food shoppin', both bringin' them bags in
It's crazy how while she was unpackin' her last can, I was unpackin' my last can'
Let me rap witchu
Better yet, let me chat witchu
Keep ya body language calm, or you gon' leave wit' more than one SMACK witchu
Battle rap beef, these niggas be havin' rap issues
Well you can't bring gun bars to a gun fight, let's see how far that get you
I'ma make it so he don't get booked
Tell me what happens when you put a Roc(k) in front of a hustler, nigga, it's gon' get cooked
GMB
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