[Round 1: TAY ROC]
Smack called me, said I had you, I said wait a minute
Now I can’t really describe the mood it put me in
Wait, I’m in it, you gone be gone in 60 seconds
This gone take a minute
Give em a shot that’s clear as hell, he'll get a facial with it
Nigga where you live? Don’t make me visit
I'll pistol whip em
He’ll have to relearn everything and be babysitted
Sawed-off pump, if you run I could chase you with it
If I got beef with blood he’s marinating in it
I’ll fuck ya bitch and she’ll say who did it
I’m a crack her if she hanging with you niggas, I’m racial with it
Draw lead then erase you with it
You should’ve thought outside of the box
Now I’ma place you in it
Aye you get it? You in my way, now you getting wrecked
Disrespect, suck my dick, fuck you and the clique you rep
Red beam on ya lip, looking like a lit cherry on a cigarette
I’ll clap him with a automatic sweeper; this my Swiffer Jet
Gun Bar King, don’t claim that, that’s not ya style
Roc is foul, I’ll shoot up ya building and hope I shot a child
Bitch on my strip you are not allowed
And this tone silent, he won’t hear it ringing
It’s like my pocket dial
Light bars, let me hear that this guy’s snitchin'
That’s gon lead to you tied up watching ya bitch be my victim
It’s like I’m showing you how to cook a meal
It’s kinda sickening
Cuz you gone sit and watch while I bat her then fry chicken
Not kidding, Roc trippin', I will let a Glock hit em
Man, the can come from under the shirt like I’m shoplifting
I will kick in ya door with a stock lifting
Like “don’t move”
I’ll paralyze who ever I see walking, I’m not crippin’
Rex and K-Shine got with em
I’ma do em like the last two Dots did him
But Roc ain’t bring a prop with em
This TEC’ll aim, no Tetris game when ya block missin'
It’s Mardi Gras; that’s all of y’all with ya top missin'
What make you think that there’s something
That you can do with Mook?
Stop coming at the Dots you gon make me pull and shoot
Rounds off my waist; that’s a hula-hoop
Headshot, have his wisdom coming out his mouth
Like I pulled ya tooth
When I first battled Clips, you wasn’t nowhere in sight
I hope you brought ya punches, pussy I’m prepared to fight
Smack told me to take Eric’s life
Now I gotta do Eric wrong
I’m trying to send him to Eric Wright
Why you hating? This automatic will annihilate him
Fuck a drive-by, I walk up and leave the driver waiting
He get shot right in the middle of having conversation
My shooters come give the metal to who I’m nominating
Roc ain’t playing
I don’t fuck with y’all and I don’t keep no secrets
I dug Charlie a grave, this one gone be the deepest
Bury you after him, Smack, this gone be the sweetest
They got double crossed and iced; that’s two Jesus pieces
Light bars, now you see your opponent
Lebron James gone make me cramp in the heat of the moment
See that’s where you made me mad
I will Paul George him
Put two 4’s on him then break his leg in half
DNA you’re trash, and that’s all you’re about to hear
I’ll knock DNA out DNA with what I got in here
If I let off one round you know it will be hot in here
New York, what’s his slogan?!
(GET EM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!)
NO! Get them kicks the fuck outta here
I already bodied the nigga who write for you
Get Clips the fuck outta here
How dare you diss my nigga
Saying “get Smack the fuck outta here”
If I was Smack I would’ve stepped back like “You ain’t getting paid ya other half shun, now get ya ass the fuck outta here”
[Round 2: TAY ROC]
Who the fuck are you talking to, D? Somebody tell this kid
That he ain’t sonning Roc; the DNA negative
Nigga play with me, you won’t never live
Snub lose and a long nose, you can’t even tell they relatives
Eric St. John want wreck with me
Alright now you going in the ER
I see St. John disrespecting me
Clips helped you write? Check it, D
Smack gone charge me for killing Charlie again
That’s double jeopardy
Don’t call me complex or lyrical, I’m straight forward
All the top tiers ducking me, now you gon pay for it
With them gun bars I’m ill so niggas “wait for it”
He sleeping well before every funeral there’s a wake for it
Fuck a personal nigga cuz I don’t know about you
Bruce Leroy, I can show nothing glow about you
This broken bottle will poke inside you
You hospitalized in Queens
The docs taking pieces of Corona out you
Ain’t nothing (?) about you, you not stopping Tay
You trying to catch up, but you don’t know how far Roc away
My last two bars will tell you that that’s a Queens scheme
Your whole background phony; that’s a green screen
If we scrap ya jaw getting wired, we will start up a riot
It’ll come up from under the Big T, make all of 'em quiet
We all shoot, you’ll get caught in a fire
That’s two revolvers spinning next to each other
Like the washer and dryer
I’m awfully tired and you next nigga to feel the wrath from me
You will get iced when I buck it, challenge me
The cave don’t disrespect god, but they blast for me
Ironic, I’ll make you a casualty on a casual T
Now I gotta dog you on the net
I don’t do too much talking, I’ll make a argument a death
We all shooting at best
Who street fighting? This gun’ll buck, just think Ryu and Ken uppercut; all you can get stretched
A lot of your battles got all us upset
Magic made you look dumb on camera
That’s The Carbonaro Effect
You might wanna come armed with a TEC
This one 8 will leave two O’s without calling collect
What you gon hook on a Dot like a question mark?
I’ll adjust the line
Like if you throw a right on the dot like you just in time
Professor Shine called the janitor, this mess is mine
I’m walking with a dirty middle schooler; that’s a messy 9
Light bars, you’ll get a hole in the front of your snap back
Get hit with some shit I gotta pull out a backpack
You see where Smack at? Don’t touch me
If you touch me you getting smacked back with a back smack
Right to where Smack at
I don’t repeat myself, I’m not a Yak back
Aye D, ok, see you ain’t never seen this type of K, D
What you can’t hear? You so so deaf; that’s JD
He must be smoking crystal, it’s clear you on that H, D
Now y’all take the letter “D” and the word Nanny
Now picture this guy “D” being a Nanny
He’ll probably make the kids cry but back to that D, Nanny
I’ll lift that shit high and kill D nanny
Spell it out, that’s DNA in NY – GOD!
Damn y’all know that this nigga dead
Three holes, you can go bowling with his head
I’ma catch this nigga roaming out his crib
I’m on his roof with a rifle, that’s how I see em over with a cig
If I don’t got a nigga running from me, he running for me
You running to me, you gon see this and get to running on me
You a sucka shorty and you ain’t got nothing for me
Another New York nigga who’s buildups is 100 stories
[Round 3: TAY ROC]
I’m from the block era when it was not fair
Been doing this before you goofy GrindTime niggas got here
I’m 12 URL’s in with no chokes so I do not care
About battling for other leagues or being top tier
Fuck you, K-Shine killed you dressed like a CNA
My bro Rex talked about ya mother, he ain’t even play
DNA when I lick a shot it ain’t E&J
You got the gun bar king
Now what would you like to drink today?
A shot to kill ya? That’s 1800 on his top
But my shooter will do it for 1738 on the spot
I could take him to the roof and get drunk, click, pop
You gon get this tip, see then hung over and dropped
But your man Conceited
Watch your mouth before I step on Con
That nigga’s bout 4 foot nothing; he’s a leprechaun
Putting me in ya bottom 5, you toddler size
I will yoke you up from the collar, make you apologize
I am pure violence, I don’t decide peace
Pimp shit, I came with my main bitch and my side piece
I aim it at that side, you can tell that whole side piece
I done hit so many niggas with the side piece
That I lost the side piece
If I drop shoot up Visine
Hold up, all the fans looking confused
Until they peep my scheme
Now me and you can shoot the fair one, but you seen my team
Meaning if I drop they’ll shoot up any V I seen
Sheesh, I’m mean, is he a problem? Not at all Smack
Everyone takings shots but I send em flying all back
But that tooth that’s in ya mouth, I ain’t got time for all that
I’ll put a loose one in ya mouth, like you ain’t buy a whole pack
Facts, you look like a snitch, I know the deal
You the reason there’s a million niggas locked up right now
And I know it’s real
You can ask every killer that’s ever been inside that holding cell
They all gon say the same shit, DNA is the reason you go to jail
But back to these gun bars that I prepared for real
Big round will sit you in the air like a Ferris wheel
We can be inside of the club, all that staring will
Get you hit upside your head with the club
That locks the steering wheel
You’ll fuck around and have to pick up your tooth
This four fuego like a tornado lift up his roof
My niggas will shoot, you'll get Raheem’d if I give em the cue
They’ll ditch the Steel in the alley like Bishop in Juice
Shit I’m the truth, and you about as street as the driveway
DNA means evidence around my way
And if there’s any evidence that DNA is around my way
It’ll be evident how they find DNA around my way
Listen, if I was to think how you rap like, you rap white
I think Grind Time sent you to URL to turn Smack White
Tomorrow you gon be thinking bout last night
What makes y’all think I couldn’t see DNA when black light
I said sonny, listen, do what you may, whether you got me
What you think you gon get Roc, man? Not me
I catch em on Lenox, he’ll lose his ear if he box me
Afraid you’re gonna lose your life, shaking in that alley
Golly! Hold up, I know these niggas playing
They gon say I lost to Clips so I’m battling his little man
Well, just look at it my way on the other hand
I just killed Clips and I came back for the other man
You gone beat me? Still niggas lying
Tell me like I tell the others, I don’t feel niggas rhymes
Who he fooling with them steel gripping lines
Tell him fucking with me you get smacked
We on real nigga time
