[Round 1: Tay Roc]
For six years, all I've heard is you murdered me
I ain't make a sound
Lux set it up for two minutes
But knew you had six minute rounds; that there is true
I ain't here to complain because I missed the shot
Real n***as know when you miss, you spin the block
I kick in your door without a second thought
I'm like, "Who first?"
I will R.I.P. a p**y; that's a new birth
I do work, I will buck your neck, give you two smirks
I ain't see a n***a choke and die like that since Tsu Surf
Lead pop, I doubt that I miss a headshot
Like if O was down with the Mobb, that's a red dot
The MAC will leave a piece of your apple on a desktop
Bird, snake, sleep with the fishes; that's a pet shop
Charlie, the pistol is long, my temper's short enough
My bars cold, hot headed n***a, but I'm just warming up
Aye, you know how an abandoned house be boarded up?
I pay my shooter a band then your house be boarded up
You doing what? I look at DNA like "who*e, what up?"
He crack a slick, I crack his sh**, you help that boy get up
Toy with us, I'll pop up in Harlem, you'll take a nap, G
I'll hit Charlie in his windgate with these MAC's, b
Light bars! I've been waiting to send your soul to Christ
Charlie gon' see clips singing, like karaoke night
You know I'm nice, say something my bros don't like
My n***as start randomly spitting, but this ain't open mic
That n***a Roc don't care for n***as
Get striked for getting bold with the ball, I ain't sparing n***as
This the Danger Zone, we airing n***as
I ain't here for a tie, L, just a W; them my Maryland n***as
Peep, I'm the king of my state, and I don't share with n***as
Never been the one to duck, I'm more like a bear to n***as
Step in this ring, I've been daring n***as
You winning this battle?
That's like trying to take Roc's paper with a pair of scissors
Stupid a**, think he a rider until he carsick
Cops gon' find the insides of Charlie on his carpet
It'll be grocery bag, that's what this market…
I said, it'll be gross sure he bagged, that's what this mark get
f** you! This rematch unnecessary
Who's the legend? Beating me is what made you legendary
Charlie get hit with the first and then the secondary
Then DNA get the business, like it's hereditary
Shout out to the PG's, but I ain't a new guy
For example, you must be high of that snow that you buy
Mister thinking he wavy until I have him in a new tie
Hop out that Audi, "Boom!", then make him woo side
This sh** easy, just peep me. Our first battle?
Ike Turner in the back of the limo; I let a b**h beat me
When my pockets low I get greasy
I swear to God I'm whipping out
If anybody on the strip tease me
All bars, I'ma get mine off
Throwing bullets like Brady, try to pick mine off
You can keep thinking this slim guy soft
I'll leave you in a state of shock
When I clap nine and send five north
You know, that interstate 95 north, n***a, this battle simple
Blindside him with a Louisville; that's a shattered temple
When I hit his mouth with a hatchet, it won't be accidental
I said, I'll hit his mouth with a hatchet; I'll axe his dental
I trapped you into a box, n***a, you gone
You don't attempt to murder a k**er, f** is you doin'?
Paramedics'll get you hauled if you don't move on
I'll throw a bullet in ya window and hit your new born
Crack slick like it's something you n***as want
That pump slump him by the 2's, I dump if you n***as front
n***as talking about my battle with Charlie
I'm like, "So what?"
Ever since I took an L I've been f**ing these n***as up
Light Bars…
[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
My grandmoms had the nerve to call my phone
Like, "Baby, word on the streets is you straight hot
But that boy got a vendetta against you
I might gotta put my money on Tay Roc."
I'm like, "Grandma what the hell?!"
She like, "Oh Lord, the boy cursing now."
She said, "You got a third this time?"
I'm like, "Yes, grandma, I'm rehearsing now
What do you want?"
She said, "Nothing, just show Tay Roc you in a different cla**
And don't play around this time
‘Cause that's how B Magic almost whipped your a**."
I said, "B Magic?" She said, "Mhmm."
I said, "Rounds one and two, I was looking flamable
But the third..."
She said, "Exactly, it shouldn't have been debatable
Now when you battle Roc
I want you to throw a left, add a good a** hook in
Oh, and by the way, I made yams, peach cobbler and some...
Now there's only one way
You could get some of grandma's good a** cooking"
I said, "How's that?"
She said, "Give Tay Roc that good a** whoopin'!"
I ran up on Roc like, "What's poppin', p**y?
What you barking for?"
He ran in his pop's crib, I shot through the apartment door
Big Roc jumped in the way, I let the Larkin roar
He moved then the bullets tore through little Roc
That's Arkansas
I'm only five bars in and y'all already want me to bring it back
Like what if I'm in Roc's pop's crib
With no strap to make it clap
I would've grabbed Roc face in front of his familiy
Started shaving that
So R kin saw little Roc get the Razorback
Nah, that's not a reach, if I reach that's ‘cause I hate dawg
Decision, should I kick or push him?
That's Lupe with a skateboard
Roc, if we fight, good night, I let that 8 roar
You'll die before the hook get delivered; that's Nate Dogg
You call yourself the Rocadile, that's a BS name
I should put this beam in the back of your 3X, bang!
The red light remove your disc; that's a PS game
The chopstick spread your noodle; that's PF Changs
I wanna introduce you to my man .50 cal
But nah, I got another plan
Deuce deuce tucked in the boot, that's my other man
I call 'em Young Buck ‘cause he small, I keep that gun in hand
Let Young Buck perform with the 50; that's Summer Jam
When I heard you joined Dot Mob
I was thinking like, "Yo, that's so absurd."
I thought about calling Mook
Like, "Murda, since when y'all brought in herbs?"
Roc I could have n***as in Dot Mob jump you
Like if I throw the word
You'll see dot after dot on his face; that's Rosenberg
I'm too raw with all these lines, my n***a
Like if that Kannon fire
Yikes! More dots on his face, oh now he Danny Myers
Let me rebu*tal your Proven Ground scheme, Roc
‘Cause trust me, they got a lot of room
When it steams inside the jeans I reach more than Ah Di Boom
I let it Sonic boom, bring it across your wide jaw
We could fight, but your punches too slow, you like Ty Law
You could be 8'9" or 5'4", I shoot, this TEC body ya
You'll lose DNA from every round; that's Prez Mafia
You said you peeled n***as wigs back
When your Glock air, scrap?
n***a, please! Your Young Kannon ain't make a top tier gat
‘Cause you's a Proven mid tier Ground n***a, Roc
And honestly, that's sad to know
I keep a gun, you don't got your semi? You better tag in SCO
You confused, ‘cause how your name Roc
But you be bagging dro?
Ask Smack, I got an ill will for bagging snow
So come to my block, Roc
Where we chop rock and move them real crills
Selling bags of white, look like I'm moving bags of Real Deal
I give n***as the real feel
I could let bullets out that MAC spread
Oh, it's ironic... How squeezing on a long nose could help me take out a blackhead
Say my name in vein, these two arms'll be shooting up
To hit your back head
That was dope, ‘cause I left Roc with a cracked head
Listen, Roc, this the third mid tier n***a I gave a shot to, right?
I'm trying to give all y'all fame
Proving Ground, I love y'all n***as
Sike! I lied, I think all y'all lame
If y'all wanna jump in this top tier water
Cool, I'll bring all y'all pain
Snatch Tay out the whip
And throw Roc out the gla**; that's an All Star game
Y'all n***as know my slogan... Oh, I don't got one, that's right
I'm a hustler, ‘cause I done put this n***a Roc in a bag twice
He nervous, God calling his name, it's mad bright
Don't be scared, God know your slogan: "That's light!"
[Round 2: Tay Roc]
You started this problem, n***a, don't hide from it
He smoked Roc once, here's where he die from it
Yeah, I took an L, most n***as don't rise from it
Last time I tried, this time I'll be triumphant
You don't know Roc, I don't play games with nobody
I be looking like a fool trying to tuck a whole shotty
You could end up getting knocked out your own body
Get sent to where everything all white, you won't see Yo Gotti
Aye, I'm no copy, f*ggot, I am official
I dug your grave deep, your b**h could be in it with you
Once I roll up with a Hershey Kiss and a pistol
Nah, once I roll up on her, she kissing a pistol
That's light, I ain't Surf or Conceited, n***a, it's going down
I'ma use more than a subtitle to slow 'em down
What I tote around, I brought clips, extra bullets
I'll have Clips sweating bullets, it's plenty of 'em to go around
Hold it down! There's more in store from me
When I say put b**hes in bags
They don't get Christian Dior from me
Know that! I come at n***as accordingly
I'll have the docs stitching his cap; that's fitted embroidery
n***as annoying me
That's 'til I clutch the pound, dump a round
I hit 'em, Clips slip on the f**ing ground
And then I hit 'em until the clips slip on the f**ing ground
I don't f** around
I'm trying to put Clips in a casket or in an hover round
f**ing clown! It's obvious this ain't the same Roc
You body me? If that's what he thinking, I think not
f** around and catch a head shot right on your main block
Tried to tell you lightning don't strike twice in the same spot
n***a, I don't have the time
Question: What your 5 o'clock shadow gon' look like after 9?
That's how I k** him coming after mine
Chiropractor; I'm 'bout to put this n***a back in line
The AR got a hell of a bang
Peep how this AR put me ahead of the game
He hear a "ch!" then that AR lie Clips with a shell in his brain
"Ch!" AR lie Clips – I was spelling your name
That's light, tell the pigs for something I ain't never did
He shot me in the head, I survived, so I can't let him live
Besides a turtle you ain't never seen a shell this big
I'm trying to leave his wife with a story to hell his kids
Tell this kid I should've k**ed him a while ago
So what, I'm skinny? You better dip from this Calico
Skinny dip, Calicoe… I be wildin', bro
On this stage you could get schooled or let your talent show
If I catch a bus out to Harlem, ready for action, look
Soon as I hop off, that's Peter Pan
You getting capped and hooked
I'm face to face with my k**er, why you acting shook?
I swear to God this can'll bus, tell this rapper book
n***a, this my second, you won't get this round, Clips
I him him with a drum, leave bullets all around Clips
Naw, since this n***a Clips round, I brought a round clip
f** a Clips round, I'll shoot whoever around Clips
Remember you told me you be blacking it out?
‘Cause you from 8th and Lennox where they be clapping it out
Wel,l I'ma show you what a savage about
Your grandmother called me
Like, "k** Charlie so he don't bring his a** back in my house!"
Picture me losing! See how good that's lookin'?
For your grandmother you'll do time in that hood as bookin'
Well, I will spit in her good a** cookin'
Knock her dentures down her throat, once she choke "hhaaa"
Sound like she getting that good a** whoopin'
[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
I k**ed you in 2008, Worldstar showed the d**h in 2009
Your mother had to wear an all black dress
Just to watch the battle
The whole state of Maryland was losing they mind
n***a, you even thought Lux set you up "Ahh, Beloved"
You was looking like the new dude next in line
And if you felt like a Harlem n***a set you up
Then why would you join a group with Mook, Rex and Shine?
See, it's my fault, Roc
‘Cause honestly I don't even think you know what's going on
You probably thinking we battling in Tobacco Lounge, right?
But you really in ICU holding on
Oh, y'all look a bit confused
Well, let me take it a bit further, like this lame said
What I did to you was an attempt murder
But that attempt murder left you brain dead
Right now this ain't a rematch, you not really battling Clips
It's 2008 and you in the hospital, the URL don't even exist
The n***a Beasley ain't never helped you in your life
There's a tube inside you helping you piss
The n***a Smack got a dark Caesar and his beard little as sh**
Hold on y'all, ‘cause the story gets deeper
See your daughter by your bedside, she trying to play with you
"Mommy, he not moving again."
She jump in the bed, decide to lay with you
You escaped d**h before
But this time I'ma make sure d**h stay with you
Next round is where I pull your plug
But for now I'ma pray for you: "Dear Heavenly Father
I wanna thank you for letting me become a monster
But honestly I need another hobby
‘Cause the sk**s you blessed me with is too deadly
Lord, for example I'm 'bout to catch another body
But see, this time it's out of self defense
Oh, you see they book him to try to and k** me
Why am I praying to you and he ain't dead?
That's ‘cause the next round he will be
So can you please forgive me for my sins now?
‘Cause what I'm doing to him and his career is not fair
They say Heaven got a ghetto
Well, if y'all got a URL, can you please make him top tier?
And if you happen to wake him up out that coma
Can you please bless him with some substance?
Don't only let him rhyme about big a** gats
Please give him swag
Take off these Jamaican clothes and no more big a** hats
And please tell him stop wearing green
Before he get cut, looking like somebody gra**
And if you let him be Dot Mobb
Bless him with the strength, Lord, to grab nobody's a**
I'm begging you, Lord, now can the congregation say "Damn"?
And if y'all ready for Roc to die, let me get an "Amen"
Roc I might've just won this round with no bars
That's the actual truth
Word to my Detroit n***as I got bars, here's the actual proof
I got two snubs inside my waist, I'll let 'em clap at your roof
Mind you I said "noses", right?
So the witness thought he got shot by X-Factor and Mook
This is bars of the century mixed with flow of the year
Oh let me guess, you got two pistols from Indiana
And you roll with a pair
You keep two 4's like Paul George and you'll go on a tear
You lance Stevenson; get to the heat and just blow in the air
I'm not feeling that, I'm so motherf**in' mean with it
Let me bring that picture thing back
And do a whole nother scheme with it
See you remind me of the Pacers, got so much potential
But I got too much heat to let you win this rematch
b**hes say you like Hibbert on the block
That mean your D wack
He'll be on his back like George, I let that heat clap
It'll spin this Pacer backwards
Get him shot again; now that's a recap
That was amazing, ‘cause "Pacer" backwards is "recap"
I'm in my zone, n***a, you got gold teeth?
Good, my b**h Nina, she a gold digger
Tell my shooter, "Rasheed Wallace"
That mean the bullet from this Piston will make the hole, n***a
Then I tell 'em "Ginobli"
That mean the long nose make the hole bigger
See, the problem with you is you don't have performance
Yeah, you only got just bars
You're not gon' beat me with that, Roc
You know why? I'm just hard
And honestly, your swag is kind of off
Yeah, I don't mean to hurry you
And I'm glad you wore flowers on your shirt
‘Cause you knew I would bury you
[Round 3: Tay Roc]
Tell this fat guy he can't keep up with me at that size
If he's moving large coke, I drive through, this big MAC fries
We call MAC's "whoppers", you eat a bullet the snack size
Hit a n***a's apple, turn over; that's a bad pie
Bad guy, fat n***a, you should get this scheme
You donut built and soft as the jelly in between
I put a hole in him, have him looking like a Krispy Kreme
When that tre coming out the box it ain't a kid's cuisine
Fat n***a, I should spit in ya face
You don't even drink alcohol unless it has a licorice taste
Here's where I put this n***a in shape
Closed mouths don't get fed
Open yours, it's getting fixed with a plate
Fat n***a, you should forfeit all of that pork sh**
You pay for p**y, it ain't free to lay for this corn chip
Your b**h be on some who*e sh**
She love smoking chocolates, I gave her a graham
She let me crack her and some more sh**
I'm on sh**, that St. Louis n***a kinda hurt him
He had a hard time with Magic; Donald Sterling
I'm tryna murk him, if this ho tell
He'll sleep in a casket that says "Do not disturb him"
I'm a different kinda person, n***a, Tay trippin'
n***a tried me before and he caught Tay slippin'
Well, if I get to bangin' on top of this car, like Blake Griffin
Malaysian Airlines; you gonna be plain missin'
Never been a follower, ‘cause I lead the way
FYI: we don't f** with the DEA
I'll put a bullet in Clips, the same bullet will go through DNA
I hit both of them b**hes at the same time; I'm Stevie J
n***a, bring your back up with you
I don't care if it's your grandma ma
I should k** whoever shack up with you
This MAC buck hit you, it seem like a Mack truck hit you
Docs gon' do the autopsy and find the gat stuck in you
These hands are similar; that's Siamese
The right hook will leave your chin slanted; that's Chinese
My man brought me two new Glocks
I'm like, "Where you find these?"
Verizon Fios bullets, travel at high speeds
Light bars! I'll leave you with a smoked wig
Hit him with a Marlboro, n***a; that's an old Sig
Peep, all I gotta do is find out where this ho live
f** which room he in, my n***as shooting up his whole crib
Wait... I heard Hitman saying names, why he holla mine?
Tell him get off my dick, his whole style is mine
Enjoy your college time, n***a, I will ruin your career
Leg shot in the low shin from the cal of mine
But anyway, robbing your connect, that's what I'm in it for
I will get your plug stretched out; that's an extension cord
n***as don't live long here; that's what extensions for
Watch your mouth 'fore DNA asking you
"What's your dentures for?"
Give him more? n***a, I will disrespect your world
Catch you slippin' on a dinner date and chin check your girl
Real sh**, I will have you eyeing down a double barrel
Try to run get a back shot; that's an epidural
Y'all gon' see clips get banged
Then y'all gon see Clips get banged
Whatever remain in the clip going in Clips remains
Some of the clips you can't see, some of the clips'll hang
Worldstar/Vine compilation; none of my clips the same
You gon' beat me? Nah, still n***as lyin'
Tell you like I told the others, I don't feel n***as rhymes
Who he fooling with them steel gripping lines? Tell him, f**ing with me, he'll get smacked; we on real n***a time
[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
My name Charlie Clips, every bar is piff
That mean it's very potent
So don't bite my lines or recite my rhymes
‘Cause it look like you don't do no heavy smokin'
I spits that good sh** that get in your lungs
Have you doing heavy chokin'
Bag your baby moms, do some heavy strokin'
Condom pop, skeet on her buns, then rub it in, like Keri lotion
Now, for those who never heard me rap before
You probably thinking, "Damn, he's wack!"
But those lines destroyed his life back in '08
And they the reason for this rematch
No other league wanna book him
It's ironic how Roc always need Smack
They put me in rehab for cutting up Roc, well, this the relapse
What's poppin', Tay?
Word around town is you joined Dot Mobb
A rap group that gotta ask Mook for permission
Them n***as NOT hard
20 percent a** grab, 30 percent left went and got jobs
And the last 50 percent we look at Rex
And think they got robbed
And that's who you wanna be the leader of?
Dot Mobb? Knowing you not Mook
Stop reaching, Roc, before I give your hand some
That sh** is not cute
With this beam I dot mobs, that K shine, I let it rock groups
You'll see a long can in this ho n***a mouth
But it ain't that juice
Aye, Beasley, this y'all favorite?
Well, you gon' make me Smack you, Beas'
If you tip Roc, I'm on a way to k** him, I'ma clap you, Beas'
Tip, waiter, guess which restaurant I'm in?
I let the ratchet squeeze
I'ma serve Roc with the tre, then hit your apple, Beas'
So stop promoting Tay Tay
Like this n***a what the game missin'
He have a little battle, you give him $2,000
Okay, his change flippin'
He have a big battle, you give him $2,000
That's the same difference
You might as well work for Halal
You keep giving n***as the same chicken
But me? I got my AK and my AK
I'm in your b**h crib with my n***a Ray Ray
Both got guns at her head, but I hit it first, I guess I'm Ray J
She tried to block the shot, it left her pinkie; that's Day Day
Silencer on, kids never heard the pop; that's Bébé
I don't deal with opinions, n***a
Before Mickey I was speaking facts
Like if your b**h wanna get saved by the bell
I advise you to stop speaking back
Or we ring her bell, then she open, we start squeezin' MAC's
Bullets'll be in your bae side more than Screech and Zack
Remember when he told K Shine how he over win?
And how if his girl see the battle
He gon' be living single like Overton?
You ever went to sleep as a kid, got p**y
Your moms call you and f** the dream up?
Well, that's how it feel when a n***a like this f** a scheme up
I don't give a f** if you living single or not
Or if your wife or your kids there
Khadija life, promote a magazine
My best friend is a MAC's, I bring my friend there
Move the kids, k** every n***a that's over 10
When the clip flare
Clear the scene, hit church, pray, then get that sin clear
Here's a few reason why a n***a like Tay Tay won't ever get Clips: For one, I cover the scene; that make me Slick Rick
You better jet or be face to face with a Smith on some Vick sh**
You pull your gun out
We laugh at your arsenal; that's Trick Trick
Oh, let me guess, you gon' put my b**h in the truck
Make sure my miss fit
I'd rather put this MAC in your b**h mouth
Make sure her lip stick
So the bullet could tour through her body, that's a quick trip
The cal on me, and my .40 official without the big tits
Now, that's how you scheme, lil n***a
Next time, you learn how to do it proper
Roc, we could box, but good Lord, you could use a doctor
You open hand smack me? sh**, I will use the chopper
You'll get shots all night for that smack; that's Exclusiv Vodka
Y'all n***as know my slogan...
Oh, I forgot, I don't got one, that's right
I'm a hustler, I done put Tay Roc in a bag twice
God call him, he nervous looking up, it's mad bright
Don't be scared, God know your slogan: "That's light!"