URLtv - Tay Roc vs JC lyrics

[Round 1: Tay Roc] Just know in one of these rounds I'ma do you something tragic Which means either you gone get bodied Or have a f**ing cla**ic I'm the one that spazzes Treat every battle like Summer Madness Sleep on me til that comfy bed become a casket f*ggot, did Smack sign you up to die or what? Good with the clippers, I bet he fade when I line him up The 9 is tucked and this iron buck If you try your luck like you're drunk Take a shot to the head; that's bottoms up I'm being blunt, but you ain't high enough I'm the type to kick it with you Then kick in your door and tie you up I caught him with his b**h, I had time enough I whipped out my blade and laid my MAC down She knew I wasn't tryna f** Goon sh**, and this hockey mask like a Mighty Duck With a hockey stick I'm treating his head like a hockey puck His head would've had enough knots, but that's not enough I beat this n***a like the soda machine when my dollar's stuck We take change like a Spade's game, get your diamonds cut We strapped with them ladders in the whip; that's a fire truck That shotty dump, leave drama slumped Docs ain't seen nobody With this many bucks on him since Donald Trump Time is up, let me catch you with your soft squad I take every shot with no a**ist; I'm a ballhog I don't leave a witness to call log Like I'll get you hit with a sawed-off And every n***a that saw off'd That's wordplay, I got plenty more though Like if it's war and they send me All you'll get hit with a semi-auto This n***a act up tonight, he won't see tomorrow Money should've left me alone like I need to borrow Dig me? You an actual dead guy, gun bar king n***as get clapped when the lead fly You'll be suited looking like a bachelor just died Leave you laying in a casket, that's half of his bed size That's how I pray for all of them Your daughter, and ya aunt and them You gotta call 9-11, my n***as plain bomb on them I'm like f** you and your squadron I always look in a bulls-eye when I'm targeting Pardon him, but dude is tripping Til I turn into Bishop off this Juice I'm sipping But the difference I can shoot through houses with this tool I'm gripping These choppers hold extensions, but this new edition Through the scope I could hit kids, I got supervision I can clear a lot when this Uz' sprayed off I went to Newark and dropped a K and copped a new AR That's two guns to knock this toupee off I let one ring, one on hold; that's a two way call You ain't hard I don't believe whatever you confess I got navigation for whatever you address I'll get you robbed for whatever you have left Like exorcisms, taking him off of whatever he posses I got bars, gun line after gun line, in fact You saw what I did to the last rookie from Pontiac I sent his soul where Rich Dollarz at You see URL needed some type of Magic To bring that Zombie back I f** n***as up, more than likely a f*g dying I'll leave a golf ball hole in one when I grab iron JC you ran into Roc at a bad timing You the second Pontiac I f**ed up, I got bad driving I take what I want, there's no asking them I couldn't wait to punch his mic around, Joe Jackson them It's only right that I'm toe tagging him, close casket them Have bullets going in and out of Carter, dope trafficking [Round 1: JC] Aye, this a big business You gotta become a savage in seconds Make a lasting impression and stick with it Now this could either help you or harm you And I ain't exactly been known for gift giving Besides, every arm I've ever lent done had clips in it Now you can stand here and act like this can't turn up You've been awfully quiet But if I get bored with you, a board hit you, n***a I'll start a riot I tried to tell him right when he signed he was out of his mind But y'all wanna ignore this sh**, now I'm torching the 5th They gone have to wrap him up And get spatulas for what the coroners missed Now them basic rhymes But I'm facing time for these innovative lines They played rewind, said you was nice, basically lying Now you get all throwaways, watch, just for wasting my time One call, your fam missing. I'm van whipping He using a bus pa**, I pa** bustin' past the bus Caught him in public tran-slipping But what you want me to do? You want me to flip your little bars and tell you who you lost to? See, that's where these boys lost I ain't even give a f** about who you were until the coin toss But they all know me, right? And dog not waiting And a portion of that come from my Kevorkian practise I damn near lost all my patience Now to them, that could mean absolutely nothing To him, that's a bad life That pa**ion gone get him past Christ When n***as see the sh** from my pen, men ship-jump I write that nice! A n***a showed me a picture of Roc and said "You wanna throw darts for fun?" I said elaborate, he showed me a list of names, said target one I said you know what? I don't care about NONE of them n***as He said you sound like all of us So y'all talk to son and let him know y'all knew he was a b**h before I called him one But, y'all think this a match? Well y'all trippin' You the reason kings sacrifice pawns, n***a Push that bu*ton All you gone see is men in black and cars flipping Y'all victims, y'all can play that But we're preditors, we breed better, y'all need effort Even though they saying your quotes They think you a joke; you Heath Ledger Now let's just say this a even match… And believe in fact you are nice and they didn't lie You got me, so you don't know whether you're being rewarded or penalized Let's get it simplified: They don't want you ahead, they wanted your head. To disarm a unarmed G And the fact that they even wanna broadcast this broad's cast is beyond me But this is way more than a step down for me This is a free-fall, no parachute But a pair of paramount picture sized clips That's what I've prepared for you Now apparently he don't know what I mean by paramount So picture this… A shot from each hammer across you; that's a pair amount No, picture this: one arm for each half of his crew I'll pair 'em out Pop a flare, y'all gon let these broke n***as die like ObamaCare This my section. And when I get to dissecting this dyke's section he gone die in seconds Prove me wrong, them clips movie long I don't give a f** if you can act, out here you got the starring role: you that main n***a we shooting at See we shooting straps You unarmed n***as ain't shooting back Y'all try to run, we shooting backs Gats is sparking. He wanted action? Start it You a active target, but my click poppin' with big choppers that'll knock Big Momma back to Martin! But let's bring truth to it Targets, we don't move around 'em but we move through it But you stupid for letting them mourning your d**h Just for YouTubing You know what he told me? "Spare you" You know what I told him? "Find a spare you!" You expendable, I got a scope He interviewed during his interview That chest shot gave him a inner view of the inner you You know what's funny? I go all over k**ing dudes Y'all seen me, is this new? I was taught to go long running with whoever head they pitching to But this is who I end up with… I'm glad you still around for this sh** But do not go back to that Cave yet Cause there's still two more rounds of this sh** [Round 2 : Tay Roc] You remind me of Shorty Doo Wop, you don't pop 4's I show up to ya door with a snot nose, that's a Roscoe In his crib I was decoratin' with shots though Puttin' 5 in his back when I let a flock go You a league hopper, imma put you in ya place You gon' get what you urn, that's ashes in a vase Let me demonstrate, n***a I ain't Organik You'll really get bodied if I put 100 Bulletz in ya face I beat n***as that ain't in ya ranks I already sonned Will, I'm Phillip Banks And you Carlton, clown n***a on every scene I should of deaded you a long time ago instead of Qleen Lil' n***a watch ya lips or get swole sh** I have you walkin' with a Crooked Smile, J. Cole sh** I'm runnin' Yak, lil n***a you don't control sh** Since he from the Yak, imma k** with old sh** I'm back, warn him that I'm liable to snap on him Swing a bat on him, no jokin' when it crack on him SMACK puts racks on him, it's a wrap for him Another Yak town n***a imma k**, but imma pour a Yak on him Just ask Will, they'll find your a** k**ed Do you wanna know how the trunk of that Pontiac feel? You from Pontiac? Cool, lil' Pontiac, chill I'll put high beams in lil' Pontiac grill And ya arrogant act, just ain't right You ain't got to be Conceited just cause ya'll n***as the same height But f** the jokes I'll get you bodied in plain sight This two piece ain't a left hook or straight right Headshot when I clap at JC If D MC don't run I'll Jam Master J, C I ain't ask for JC, but this is who you give me? Fine SMACK, I'll give the shots, but when Surf gon' give me mine? Not just him, Calicoe, Charlie too 2014, I'm tryna get rid of all of you Julian let me talk to you, these bullets cost Cash Money They'll kiss his Baby and go through Carter too I said that wrong, that Cash Money will get son ate Leave his Baby in tears cause she ain't get one kiss Even Lil Wayne will tell you that I don't trust sh** That's why I made sure all my shooters in the Trukfit So what's up? Get everythin' from ya nose and up broken up I'll get sir rocked/Ciroc in his coconut You the type of n***a that I run up on Tuck my hammers, then fold you up Once these Hit, man, ya brother gon' have to hold you up So what's up? Get everythin' from ya nose and up broken up I'll get sir rocked/Ciroc in his coconut You the type of n***a that I run up on Tuck my hammers, then fold you up Once these Hit, man, ya brother gon' have to hold you up Get close enough then Dose you up, leave you swollen up Put ya head through a wall while I got you in a Cobra clutch I throw a punch, it's like drinkin' liquor and usin' bread to soak it up One will leave you learnin', the other will help you sober up Hollow's in this .45 make it fortified Battle Rappers that you glorify, I have horrified n***a I will have ya life flashin' right before ya eyes Hit ya heart, lung and liver because I'm organized SMACK know I ain't playin' with these new b**hes Another body by Christmas? n***a I'm too gifted This n***a think he beatin' me? He must be too twisted Or hittin' trees like Paul Walker when the coupe drifted [Round 2: JC] I ain't heard sh** that ga**ed in my f**in' life I'm sayin' you out yo mind n***a Dome shots, now you layin' without yo mind n***a You don't think before you speak anyway, say it without yo mind n***a You f**in' coked out a** battle rappers Are payin' for the wrong lines n***a Cause see me, I'm that crazy one who figured how to mastermind a pen Savage rhymes, craft in line nicer than the one Madeline was in And they brought you to me, now usually you pay double But you face trouble, ya'll want us to clash You ain't even qualified to play Ruzzle, nobody runnin' from you f**, nobody watchin' you, stop stoppin' and start stoppin' through You a Guantanamo Bay prisoner, clearly behind the worst bars possible And it's f**ed up cause the a** whoppin's ain't worth the views Ya'll know I ain't do my research on dude H,ow many flips yall heard me use not one This spot done, you top gun put in a case full of pistols My shots go straight out, you ain't takin' sh** with you Dome shot, they say it's official, ouch We skip the dots and hit the dots, sailors could fish you out My type don't mix with scouts We can't find you, we take the sh** you can't live without Come find us, times up, get the shovel He try to run he get tied up, busy schedule I grip and lift the metal, that mag need toe tags, I'm gettin' several Lead pop, bring that fast life to a dead stop Scoop up dog quicker than Craig's Pops Red dots, those arms come out you goin' home, Red Foxx Now you tell me is this an accurate statement These n***as know what you about, you ain't even half your rap n***a say if 500 people even cared you exist Could be the biggest reach in battle rap But I'm so much better than all you n***as I try to push it through they mind I'm backpackin' Mad stabber, leave them lyin' with this bullet from Nah, see lines like that, that's okay But it gets so ga**ed today that n***as like him survive When he should be penalized for takin' half my space Now it's cause of you I'm on this stage I'm mad See you the kind I'd shove, next time either find me a better opponent Or let me be on it by myself You not a general, b**h you expendable, bred for destruction Dome shot, straight through, turn his head to a funyon You wanna know what's funny? I feel like I'm more at home than you And this nifty spot, you wanna know what else? I didn't knock or pick the lock and b**h you missed the spot Matter fact you might not even be the shooter You probably got one of your homies to bust it for them Well I got homies too and a few Benji's will bend G And it'll be a whole lot of money foldin' I told this muthaf**er, I got long clips for the wrong sense Long distance, if we 57, I'm raw with it Them barrels bust like Diddy car hit it I told this muthaf**er, yo this is the end of the road for you And it's courtesy of me cause I ended the road for you I k**ed everybody, even ended who wrote for you But even If I lose I'm winnin', even his iffy n***as known it But I ain't losin' tonight, you wanna promote this fight? You better hope it's a twitter where you goin' [Round 3: Tay Roc] You gon' pop lock then pop Roc? Ya'll know he fakin' If this was a dance battle then you would 3-0 me, no debatin' Once I hit you with this 1, 2, step before ya soul gets taken They'll find his body out in Harlem with his shoulders shakin' For salary I cause tragedies and leave casualties Doc on top of you like he tryin' to jump a battery Battle me, shots for everybody in ya cavalry I aim at you and trigger off my allergies Him dyin' ain't a maybe, n***a I'm for certain At his door like Wayne Brady when I rob a person Deal or no deal, show me who's behind the curtain I'm tryin' to murk him, I leave him in shock trauma hurtin' Gun bar king my n***a, try and handle that I dare him cough, he'll get his mug where the handle at Coffee, mug, handle, you should scramble Jack JC will get an AK see how I scramble JACK Now I'm movin' upon him One beam on each hammer, I'll put two of them on him One thing to do, I should've warned you Shoot til ain't a shell left over when I bought this aluminum for you That's light, I ain't Chilla Jones but I plan to scheme Banana Clip hangnin' out the damn machine Steel clap that'll peel back ya tangerine You gotta tell ya circle “bounce,” trampoline Pistol whip him when my hammer swing I use my hammer like a hand, use his head like a tambourine Tie up his Princess and his Queen Start a fire after I soak him in kerosene and I don't care who seen Watch you disintegrate, get it straight For every n***a that I eliminate, there's one that I intimidate You got no bars, you just imitate and manipulate You ain't a criminal, you incriminate I'm really in the trap, you wanna participate? Imagine me frontin' this n***a weight and he don't pay in time He could lose his Mother for being a minute late Meanin' get his clock clean like Justin Timberlake When I heard Smack and Surf was bettin' on this I was hot then They started this so imma show how the plot end Surf got 2 racks on you n***a, you better not win If I feel like ya'll robbed me, then n***a imma rob him Real rap, get jacked, that's what a n***a bout Surf been duckin' me for years, how ya'll give him clout Here's somethin' I'm tryin' to figure out How you bettin' 2 racks while sleepin' on another n***a couch? f** me? f** you two, I get at him, for this dickhead I keep a Magnum But this sh** platinum, I'm the tooth fairy But he didn't know if I'm a good one or a bad one Cause imma place this nickel under his pillow and then I'll clap him That's light, gun bar king, I catch this n***a here alone, I'm robbin' him My Basic Instinct like Sharon Stone, face shots when I air the chrome Forensics lookin' like j**elers They gotta identify him by his hair and bone You gon' beat me? Still n***as lyin' Tell him like I tell the others, I don't feel n***as rhymes Who he foolin' with these steel grippin' lines? You f**in' with me? You gettin' smacked, we on real n***a time [Round 3: JC] So uh, SMACK gave me one of the half f*gs from Team Ass Grab To be 100% honest, them Yak n***as don't get enough respect Ya'll remember that State Farm line I hit O Red with? That proves I'm a f**in' threat But this time I reach for the hip, am I airing? Roger n***a this count is a double check Last time I saw you I told you, you could die You could of got offered for a smaller offer, my n***as find him He stretched, I'll ride to the d**h Paul Walker Somethin' ya'll need to notice about these n***as The higher they get, the worst they get, on every tier Try to step in here, the straps we keep in here are like D implants They firin' everywhere Where the f** you gonna go? You in a place you can't get out b**h with them little bars you can't get loud with Plus ya lame a** crew of hoes got Payless shoe soles, they give out quick Don't let these n***as gas you Roc, trust me Don't let these n***as play you I mean the fat n***a do more ga**in' than Poppa Klump at the dinner table But that's cool, that's ya boy, he gets shakes then He's ya best friend, he a yes man But he ga**in' sh** that don't even make sense You know what that is? That's that fake sh** Lettin' you leave the house with them bars is a shame, dead true But now it makes sense why you runnin' the circle It's like you ate at a Gushers commercial, you a head fruit And that fat n***a you be with, yeah you You gon' catch the head of yo man Or I could switch the clips and leave him dead in yo hands Either way it's a steel body, Bicentennial Man Or I can pay for the hit and have the first n***a ride by send 10 to yo man You been gettin' by way too long with that loud sound and that's how every round sound But them heaters on me and them round sounds Gon' be comin' from everywhere surround sound You been gettin' outbarred and outlined Your squad got an image I would call for a witness But you been in my soon-to-go sh** list So next time I get close to this n***a, my fist might be an emotional n***a Get all in his feelings Now n***as hit me with the sh** that they feel is real, well try facts brother I'm not a Vice Lord, my brothers are, so I eat with 12 like the Last Supper But you should be a bus driver, cause you not a shooter But my shooters aim, bust drivers Get out of line, imma f** you up one fast upper-cut, that's that bus driver You tapped out? Well I'm with that, see I got big straps that will get his six pack packed in six packs and gift wrapped Merry Christmas, this a scary business, but we mismatch So that n***a ya'll think is off the leash Imma break him off a piece, Kit Kat Ya'll think he nice? You wrong You could of did more if ya life was wrong, but tonight you gone He don't mean that sh**, but ya'll believe that sh** so his pride is strong But I go through his sh**, right to bone When Cavemen get caved in, they feel right at home We got robbed, then got Roc, it's a fast life They tried to save him, ask Christ, it's gon' be a fast night Now listen, it's gates up there And the only way to get a spot when they open Is to follow yo slogan, “That's light” Get the f** off my stage, n***a this my sh**