[Round 1: Tay Roc]
My first big stage...
Was NOME 3, and 11 came that fast?
Eleven years in URL and I'm still here, how my raps trash?
I'm a slave to the game, that's why I get the most backlash
Y'all take me for a joke
Well here's where I get the last laugh
You knew, you was gon' get cooked soon as you saw Tay (Sauté)
I will violate
And send DMs your broad way
Fly her out, and try her head on an off-day
Make her catch the meat in her mouth like Salt Ba--
Be smart!
..Or my attitude switch
It's action I'm with, I grab a few clips
And ride through Boston, Massachusetts, your ass'll get whipped
Get dragged in this bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout
I will give you the beats bad like Cass' produced it
You'll get cracked in your shit!
Your teeth crackle and chip, in the middle row
New instrument; look like I attached a drum to a piccolo
You ain't winnin' this on a big stage
And this you know!
You only entertaining with a small crowd like
Jimmy Kimmel Show
I scheme too!
Not like you, with a pistol tho'
Blue steel; it look like the Navy shipped it tho'
If this baby blew (blue) then Emmett Till (teal) you gon' get to know
All of my niggas have fire (sapphire) and they all in to go! (indigo)
Is this nigga slow!?
Tell dog "get quiet"
I start a riot
Beat you!
'Til you turn purple in your face, I'm ultra violent (ultraviolet)
Once my mind made up, nobody can talk me out it
That shit is out of my crew's (cruise) control, like autopilot
You pop slick?
All you gon' hear was he got hit
Like Patrick's house, you gon' see a dummy when Roc (rock) lift
If Roc pissed
Then it's Tokyo: two chopsticks
Shots spit!
And hit Chill' back, "I got this"
YOU ARE NOT LIT!
I'm the type to end it 'fore shit begin
Nigga you don't even know the type shit you're in
Pass Caution the revolver, I send her in
She give it a little spin
And he wasn't prepped (Prep) for what the fuck that bitch did to him!
I'll split your chin, say somethin' I don't like
I'm first to hit you, 30 clip you
It ain't even worth these issues
Better think about your daughter
When you get merc'd she'll miss you
You sweet as chocolate
And when you go in that hearse, she (Hershey) kiss you!
Straight out the gate!
This nigga should worry
Who sprayed Goodz cologne in this battle?
It smells like a Gentlemen's 30
I'll make a real movie. with a steel Uzi
Gun-butt, rockin' (rock in) your chin like Freeway beard jewelry
You think you a rider?
You must be drunk, or feel woozy
Over drugs (Drugz) I'll get you jacked (Jakk) by a real Goonie
Grabbing a gat, a cat'll get clapped
Like when Ace battled John and had all them hats
I mean, give him cap... after cap... after cap!
Blade in him, every vein tore inside you
Make the skin on a rapper (wrapper) peel off; Caffeine water bottles!
I'll pull this heat on you, squeeze on you
Make you a sandwich
Between the street and an all white sheet on you!
The recoil, will make all of the staff vacate
Try to run, I'll let it off and your back take eight
When he die, target this cat grave place
And when I find the tombstone from Boston, mark it
In black spray paint!
This cat ain't safe!
I be liftin' the chrome
I can break him down when I put "one" in the middle of "Jones"
Pussy! I will never give up the throne
All y'all niggas is clones
Copycats of the shit you been shown
You corny as hell, watch your mouth, I have a story to tell
How you got beat behind bars like niggas tortured in jail
You will get hit with the Taurus' shells
And I won't miss a hair (hare)
The exit wound look like a tortoise's shell
The clip curl, it's a scorpion tail, that's a fancy mag'
The Kel-Tec, it fold and close like sandwich bags!
This cannon blast
I send ammo frags all through your tee
Then tell you, you was the best alive
..At your eulogy!
Between you and me, this Heckler & Koch is a UMP
And the first round took Jones out: UM3
Who is he!?
The Gun Bar King, don't need schemes
I hook this geek, he get put to sleep: sweet dreams
This laser and pistol, makes a mean team
And I'm the only moderator in this Clubhouse, I got a green beam! (bean)
You might have battled dudes who sound like me
I don't give a fuck!
Them niggas ain't got the crown like me, niggas
Light bars!
My first big stage...
Was NOME 3, and 11 came that fast?
Eleven years in URL and I'm still here, how my raps trash?
I'm a slave to the game, that's why I get the most backlash
Y'all take me for a joke
Well here's where I get the last laugh
You knew, you was gon' get cooked soon as you saw Tay (Sauté)
I will violate
And send DMs your broad way
Fly her out, and try her head on an off-day
Make her catch the meat in her mouth like Salt Ba--
Be smart!
..Or my attitude switch
It's action I'm with, I grab a few clips
And ride through Boston, Massachusetts, your ass'll get whipped
Get dragged in this bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout
I will give you the beats bad like Cass' produced it
You'll get cracked in your shit!
Your teeth crackle and chip, in the middle row
New instrument; look like I attached a drum to a piccolo
You ain't winnin' this on a big stage
And this you know!
You only entertaining with a small crowd like
Jimmy Kimmel Show
I scheme too!
Not like you, with a pistol tho'
Blue steel; it look like the Navy shipped it tho'
If this baby blew (blue) then Emmett Till (teal) you gon' get to know
All of my niggas have fire (sapphire) and they all in to go! (indigo)
Is this nigga slow!?
Tell dog "get quiet"
I start a riot
Beat you!
'Til you turn purple in your face, I'm ultra violent (ultraviolet)
Once my mind made up, nobody can talk me out it
That shit is out of my crew's (cruise) control, like autopilot
You pop slick?
All you gon' hear was he got hit
Like Patrick's house, you gon' see a dummy when Roc (rock) lift
If Roc pissed
Then it's Tokyo: two chopsticks
Shots spit!
And hit Chill' back, "I got this"
YOU ARE NOT LIT!
I'm the type to end it 'fore shit begin
Nigga you don't even know the type shit you're in
Pass Caution the revolver, I send her in
She give it a little spin
And he wasn't prepped (Prep) for what the fuck that bitch did to him!
I'll split your chin, say somethin' I don't like
I'm first to hit you, 30 clip you
It ain't even worth these issues
Better think about your daughter
When you get merc'd she'll miss you
You sweet as chocolate
And when you go in that hearse, she (Hershey) kiss you!
Straight out the gate!
This nigga should worry
Who sprayed Goodz cologne in this battle?
It smells like a Gentlemen's 30
I'll make a real movie. with a steel Uzi
Gun-butt, rockin' (rock in) your chin like Freeway beard jewelry
You think you a rider?
You must be drunk, or feel woozy
Over drugs (Drugz) I'll get you jacked (Jakk) by a real Goonie
Grabbing a gat, a cat'll get clapped
Like when Ace battled John and had all them hats
I mean, give him cap... after cap... after cap!
Blade in him, every vein tore inside you
Make the skin on a rapper (wrapper) peel off; Caffeine water bottles!
I'll pull this heat on you, squeeze on you
Make you a sandwich
Between the street and an all white sheet on you!
The recoil, will make all of the staff vacate
Try to run, I'll let it off and your back take eight
When he die, target this cat grave place
And when I find the tombstone from Boston, mark it
In black spray paint!
This cat ain't safe!
I be liftin' the chrome
I can break him down when I put "one" in the middle of "Jones"
Pussy! I will never give up the throne
All y'all niggas is clones
Copycats of the shit you been shown
You corny as hell, watch your mouth, I have a story to tell
How you got beat behind bars like niggas tortured in jail
You will get hit with the Taurus' shells
And I won't miss a hair (hare)
The exit wound look like a tortoise's shell
The clip curl, it's a scorpion tail, that's a fancy mag'
The Kel-Tec, it fold and close like sandwich bags!
This cannon blast
I send ammo frags all through your tee
Then tell you, you was the best alive
..At your eulogy!
Between you and me, this Heckler & Koch is a UMP
And the first round took Jones out: UM3
Who is he!?
The Gun Bar King, don't need schemes
I hook this geek, he get put to sleep: sweet dreams
This laser and pistol, makes a mean team
And I'm the only moderator in this Clubhouse, I got a green beam! (bean)
You might have battled dudes who sound like me
I don't give a fuck!
Them niggas ain't got the crown like me, niggas
Light bars!
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