(*T-Top starts his first round before Tay Roc can flip the coin*)
[Round 1: T-Top]
Carolina, what up!?
Man, when I heard it was a card in Raleigh, I made it here wit' a urgency
And I chose to battle the Pulice (police), 'cause Derek Chauvin only got third-degree
Now my last opponent rapped like T.I.P, and I left a murder scene
So how I go from tellin' Swamp, "You T.I." (UTI) just to end up burnin' P (pee)?
I'm past that!
'Cause I don't need no criticism on my last match
This card is called Civil War - that's when the slaves got freed and put on the fast track
And that makes sense, 'cause now we got the White Man givin' me backlash
But I'mma ask Smack
Bro, why would you bring thе cops into the state that I live?
Ralеigh like my backyard, this where I'm raisin' my kids
I told 'em "Gimme 20 for the homie" like I'm takin' a bid
'Cause this ain't the first time Pulice (police) raided my crib!
OK, now T is wildin'
They ask me what I'm gon' do wit' his soul
I said "The Reaper got him."
'Cause he was on that rah-rah shit, and now he at his funeral in peace and quiet
The pastor readin' from the Book of Psalms...and P is silent
I give a fuck if you from New York, nigga!
You ain't even got no status there
You're more like average there
So when P see (PC) a MAC (Mac), won't nobody from the Apple care (AppleCare)
And I ain't never had trouble shootin'!
Dump the Ruger, and leave a white bitch next to the judge like Punky Brewster!
Bitch! Bitch!
Bro, we only know you for playin' video games, Mikey
I'm on some street shit
I done caused my mother so much pain, she was 'bout to go off the deep end
No PS5s, she got a pastor to pray for me
But that's when I turned into a demon
And I'll unplug Pulice station to show him what that priest said (precinct)
We was heathens!
Slangin'! Bangin'! Tryna figure out which way to move
You was streamin'! Playin'!
Tryna figure out which game to choose
I was solo, Career Mode
I ain't never need a Player 2
The only time they offered us a deal wit' Caffeine was in the interrogation room
And I ain't take it, dude
But that's why I say this is like college prep vers' the project steps
'Cause I'm from where the projects at
He had Le Cordon Bleu, I grew up with narcotic chefs
I mean, they might not did a Harvard stretch
But in four years, they made a living off some hard to stretch
And it was already a half on a ounce so it was kinda hard to stretch!
Bro, I'm in his yard wit' TECs
Nah, fuck that, we all in his house
Make his bitch open wide or her skull in the couch
I got a .44 Bully, and this time, they all comin' out
Don't act like this ain't somethin' white people do
(*chk-chk*) Kiss the dog in the mouth!
Bitch!
This Carolina, the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I gotta keep a weapon on my hip
And if I come to P valley (P-Valley), I'm makin' everybody strip!
Don't test me, Mike
'Cause then I'mma have to show you, dawg
You'll be in WakeMed Hospital, eatin' Nature Valley produce bars
Watchin' TV wit' the audio on the remote
He waitin' on his favorite shows to start
Mike (mic) hooked up to cords: this can't go too far!
Look, Mikey, I had it!
Stop your hypin' and cappin'
Everything you writin' is average
You a ex-pillhead who's one day away from a Vicodin tablet
That's why I didn't wanna write for this battle
I had to see where yo' mind was right
I told Smack, "When the time is right, I'll tell Italian Mike scooped like Italian ice."
They'll see his noodles hangin', sauce drippin'
He'll get everything Italians like
And you be wildin', Mike
'Cause whenever Smack don't put you on the big stage, you be actin' like it's so tragic
So you cry and campaign about it 'til they let you have it
See, your career is like Space Jam 'cause Mike was on his last stretch to the basket
And then he ran into Th3 Saga, and we saw Lebron (LeBron) mess up a classic
So stop callin' yourself "Main Stage Mike"
That's somethin' the people gotta say, dawg
It take hard work, dedication
You can't never take no days off
See, battle rap is like a car dealership in a way, dawg
'Cause they only give you that title after your drive is paid off
So stop callin' yourself "Main Stage Mike"!
Nigga, we can't even say you gettin' hot
The world comin' at Bizzy until I get crazy wit' a Glock
It's like that milk crate shit niggas be playin' on the block
Yeah, 'cause everybody step up to the challenge, but they all get shaky at the Top!
I got a Glock - I can't handle all these grips I keep grippin'!
I need a job - I'm tired of all these licks I keep hittin'!
Extendo - he can't handle all these clips I keep spittin'!
Give him 33 'cause Mike wasn't SHIT without Pippen!
Bitch!
Concrete, nigga
[Round 1: T-Top]
Carolina, what up!?
Man, when I heard it was a card in Raleigh, I made it here wit' a urgency
And I chose to battle the Pulice (police), 'cause Derek Chauvin only got third-degree
Now my last opponent rapped like T.I.P, and I left a murder scene
So how I go from tellin' Swamp, "You T.I." (UTI) just to end up burnin' P (pee)?
I'm past that!
'Cause I don't need no criticism on my last match
This card is called Civil War - that's when the slaves got freed and put on the fast track
And that makes sense, 'cause now we got the White Man givin' me backlash
But I'mma ask Smack
Bro, why would you bring thе cops into the state that I live?
Ralеigh like my backyard, this where I'm raisin' my kids
I told 'em "Gimme 20 for the homie" like I'm takin' a bid
'Cause this ain't the first time Pulice (police) raided my crib!
OK, now T is wildin'
They ask me what I'm gon' do wit' his soul
I said "The Reaper got him."
'Cause he was on that rah-rah shit, and now he at his funeral in peace and quiet
The pastor readin' from the Book of Psalms...and P is silent
I give a fuck if you from New York, nigga!
You ain't even got no status there
You're more like average there
So when P see (PC) a MAC (Mac), won't nobody from the Apple care (AppleCare)
And I ain't never had trouble shootin'!
Dump the Ruger, and leave a white bitch next to the judge like Punky Brewster!
Bitch! Bitch!
Bro, we only know you for playin' video games, Mikey
I'm on some street shit
I done caused my mother so much pain, she was 'bout to go off the deep end
No PS5s, she got a pastor to pray for me
But that's when I turned into a demon
And I'll unplug Pulice station to show him what that priest said (precinct)
We was heathens!
Slangin'! Bangin'! Tryna figure out which way to move
You was streamin'! Playin'!
Tryna figure out which game to choose
I was solo, Career Mode
I ain't never need a Player 2
The only time they offered us a deal wit' Caffeine was in the interrogation room
And I ain't take it, dude
But that's why I say this is like college prep vers' the project steps
'Cause I'm from where the projects at
He had Le Cordon Bleu, I grew up with narcotic chefs
I mean, they might not did a Harvard stretch
But in four years, they made a living off some hard to stretch
And it was already a half on a ounce so it was kinda hard to stretch!
Bro, I'm in his yard wit' TECs
Nah, fuck that, we all in his house
Make his bitch open wide or her skull in the couch
I got a .44 Bully, and this time, they all comin' out
Don't act like this ain't somethin' white people do
(*chk-chk*) Kiss the dog in the mouth!
Bitch!
This Carolina, the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I gotta keep a weapon on my hip
And if I come to P valley (P-Valley), I'm makin' everybody strip!
Don't test me, Mike
'Cause then I'mma have to show you, dawg
You'll be in WakeMed Hospital, eatin' Nature Valley produce bars
Watchin' TV wit' the audio on the remote
He waitin' on his favorite shows to start
Mike (mic) hooked up to cords: this can't go too far!
Look, Mikey, I had it!
Stop your hypin' and cappin'
Everything you writin' is average
You a ex-pillhead who's one day away from a Vicodin tablet
That's why I didn't wanna write for this battle
I had to see where yo' mind was right
I told Smack, "When the time is right, I'll tell Italian Mike scooped like Italian ice."
They'll see his noodles hangin', sauce drippin'
He'll get everything Italians like
And you be wildin', Mike
'Cause whenever Smack don't put you on the big stage, you be actin' like it's so tragic
So you cry and campaign about it 'til they let you have it
See, your career is like Space Jam 'cause Mike was on his last stretch to the basket
And then he ran into Th3 Saga, and we saw Lebron (LeBron) mess up a classic
So stop callin' yourself "Main Stage Mike"
That's somethin' the people gotta say, dawg
It take hard work, dedication
You can't never take no days off
See, battle rap is like a car dealership in a way, dawg
'Cause they only give you that title after your drive is paid off
So stop callin' yourself "Main Stage Mike"!
Nigga, we can't even say you gettin' hot
The world comin' at Bizzy until I get crazy wit' a Glock
It's like that milk crate shit niggas be playin' on the block
Yeah, 'cause everybody step up to the challenge, but they all get shaky at the Top!
I got a Glock - I can't handle all these grips I keep grippin'!
I need a job - I'm tired of all these licks I keep hittin'!
Extendo - he can't handle all these clips I keep spittin'!
Give him 33 'cause Mike wasn't SHIT without Pippen!
Bitch!
Concrete, nigga
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