Tay Roc vs. K-Shine (The Rematch)

Lyrics

[Round 1: Tay Roc] AYOOOOOOO!!!! Aye, the nigga that lose the fight, come back to clap somethin'? That's me my nigga I'll spin a block if they said I was beat by niggas I creep by niggas like DNA, mind ya B.I. nigga It's K.I.O.S.K.'s "kiosks" nigga If D ride witcha, the Heckler spit His head'll split Leave DNA all over K now he a weapon for evidence {ch-ch} Double barrel; elephants D. Eagle; elegance Like rockin' sandals in Dubai, the Desert kicks You hella bitch, catch him lackin' then leave him lackin' intelligence Nah nah, I air when it's water, Earth where you goin' if fire, the four elements I put the clip in, get to flippin', I'm a gold medalist You go in the dirt cheap, but ya casket is sold separate Let's settle this Boy you better have fire on ya A bulletproof vest won't work if you got it on ya It won't matter if I pop up at night (knight) in shining (and Shine in) armor Dome shot, ya bitch gon' lose her knight in shining armor Shine a goner, K don't got range, but mine is longer If I hit you I positively got DNA, I'm the father Aim Glocks, like Las Vegas weather, flame hot {gun clicks} I bang Top and you gon' evaporate before Rain drop {gun clicks} Stomach shot {gun clicks} chest shot {gun clicks} neck shot {gun clicks} brain shot Cops gon' find more empty cases than GameStop {gun clicks} Gauge cock, if NWX don't act right, boy this'll hit Rain Top And his DNA'll Shine through a black light Hair trigger, I pull once but it clap twice Grippin' the bitch with two hands, the hair pullin', that's a cat fight I run up on his whip with a black rif', his brains poppin' up on the dash, it ain't the check engine and gas light That's light, my shooter creep, put you to sleep Pull up on ya whip, hit ya door and dash that's Uber Eats I'm too unique, touch me, I'ma use the heat You gon' lose this battle, then lose ya life, that's a losin' streak I can {gun clicks} let a shot bust ya or I can {knife swiping multiple times} wit' a box cutter The blade runnin' from corner to coroner, it's a block hugger Or it's the red beam in his eyes; Scott Summers Ya bitch a thot, best believe if Roc wanna, when I caller (call her) I D (ID) it, we don't do blocked numbers You is not gutter In URL I'm the top gunner Glock dumper, get one through ya clothes; dry humper Cock sucker DNA this who you gon' watch suffer Baow, the sawed off ain't chopped lumber I catch Shine and Top in the whip as soon as Top pull over I hit Top in his top and make him topple over You're not a soldier Shots explode and send him inside a coma He gon' wake up and feel it in his chest and it's not pneumonia The Glock a loner, that mean that I'm not the owner Did you know what this'll do to a black male (blackmail)? I'll expose ya Why this man rappin' like his can' clappin'? He Al Pacino, just a man actin' from Manhattan I can let hands smack him or it's vehicular homicide, he get ran over with his heat So the (soda) can' flatten It can happen You gettin' tied to a whip Like Mortal Kombat's Liu Kang all ya saw was a man draggin' (dragon) Get hit up, then go in the bag when the coroner's pick you up Ya mother can't even stare at the body She screamin' "Zip 'Em Up!" Light bars [Round 1: K-Shine] Aye Smack Alexa, play Freddie Jackson So you got 'Roc(k) With Me Tonight' for old time sake Ow baby Aye I should yoke you up again Somethin' should've told him "Come with his Glock" This Gun Title was "Make A Choice", you want it or not? Dig in the grave, you earnin' a spot You live in a Cave, you used to havin' ya furniture Roc(k) Nigga it was Emperor's New Groove I take this Llama out and spit Scope, camera shy, hide behind a lens, everybody die I spot him by his friend, nigga Surf will never make it to his mama house again! I want all these ballers in a suit, this the Draft Night .40 on, pump two (too), this the gas price Fuck the Cave, I got 200 in a milliliter like a half pint Strap jaw, I get my clap on {claps}, that's light Silencers, you hear The Whispers? Better keep Roc steady ('Rock Steady') Or it blow out and the heart stop outta nowhere, shit done got heavy I'm lettin' you know You get outta line, I'm gonna hurt you Wiggin', flowers for the cast, murder Urkel Hospital, IV's, they try to nurse you Need dock (doctor) for a higher stance, this patient's (patience) not a virtue He was scared to the socks, but I bought it from the [?] like rehearsal Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Tsu'll (sewer) have a slice Razor, I rub it in his face; braggin' rights Scope, I get the signal on the roof; satellite I left a dickhead on a pussy; hermaphrodites, that was light But keep it a band, you like my stuff, I needed a plan The knife got stuck, creep on ya man Light popped up, beam on the can' If it go from me to ya man (Meteor Man) I'ma light Roc(k) up [?], he 'bout to take a dive without the wave Kevin Hart Let Me Explain I get to lightin' up the stage Yogi and Mr. Ranger, we stoppin' by the Cave Ruger, I'm a jeweler, Roc(k)'ll get appraised I'm on a rage Chop cop, one in the top I start from where it stem and leave everybody comin' to plot That's Ave, YK, any Cave Nigga that try to come for the spot Where the fuck you niggas been? Under a Roc(k)? The Heckler will cock, Ave get it at the event like a Tetanus shot Everybody Hates Chris Drew next to Roc(k) His chest get knocked, everything above the neck get shot Got him droppin' ideas like a suggestion box Hammer on tuck, I get to blammin' y'all up Smackin' (Smack and) NuNu Nellz, the chances y'all fuck I run him over in the Dodge if the hammer don't bust Niggas on the floor stuck We ain't land on Plymouth Rock, the Plymouth landed on us I turn his man to sawdust and get to dumpin' his ashes Jamie Foxx in Booty Call made her jump with the plastic Nigga his upper body, gone, cops like, "How the fuck did this happen?" They lookin' at Roc(k) bottom like a recoverin' addict Y'all think I came to play wit' this faggot? No way! Nigga this address (a dress) for you; role play Get Roc boo in a second; NOME 8 Clap you, with the Little Rascal But if it buck we be (Buckwheat) sayin', "O Tay!" Nigga, let's make this clear, I got the drop DNA on Kannon like I'm cryin' for the cops If Tuna on the Chef he gettin' fried on the spot Got Bizzy on Ave like the grind never stops But my blicker, bartender, nigga I want mine on the Roc(k)s Pac-Man 11 wit' the Dots, all of them amaze (a maze) Get ya clique, I wish you try to storm in witcha blade I get to cuttin' every [?] like a tournament of spades 40 on his bitch, I pour it on her face Two blazers, Tomb Raider Laura in the Cave Nigga that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up' Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop, pick him up NWX, the rest you niggas suck Y'all know my slogan (Zip 'Em Up!) [Round 2: Tay Roc] Niggas said, "You battlin' Shine. You better go hard in that second round Roc." You know what I told 'em? Every round I would be second round Roc I was your first URL battle, you owe me wild props I had to open up the door for you like it was child locked Nine years ago and still both our styles hot But now you gotta shoot it twice wit' Roc, it's foul shots Loud Glock, pound pop Hit him twice, but when he get hit wit' number two, his bowel's drop What's this some type of grudge? You must be on some type of drugs After I smoke K-Shine I'ma name him after a strain of some type of bud I like the snub, I fill the pipe wit' slugs You'll drip pints of blood Act like a thug, that's when the fire flies; lightening bugs The hell with losin', you are now witnessin' my evolution You said you won the first- this battle is my retribution Now it's execution, metal shootin' This new scope I got for K (4K) helped me see him in high resolution Hit 'em wit' dummies, injurin' money; restitution I don't just get rid of dog, I get rid of his litter; less pollution If it's drama, I bring an SK into it Why (Y)? Put K in the middle of the "sky" You gotta be wise, it ain't about who SMACK popularize And it ain't about who had the more popular rise But at point blank I'll pop you and rise Like when sunlight reflect and make a glare I caught Shine in the eyes Aye, you'll get a Calicoe in the face, when it's real it ain't gotta rhyme You gon' have to Armor All of ya niggas that's outta line Exterior of ya car get washed when I fire mine I'll spray ya whip up includin' the tires Shine The only time K was in my class? Columbine Far from a snitch, but if ya bitch bad I'll drop a dime You outta time, you gon' make me pull out a .9 Blow ya brains out then look at you like, "You must be out ya mind." I can take a beautiful moment and make it ugly The spot you want, I got, come take it from me It'll be a Death At A Funeral, think it's funny? I'll have everybody with Shine in (shining) suits; Ma$e and Puffy The blade is rusty, I keep cuttin' 'til he seem neck less Hittin' Shine around the neck like some VVS's How you gon' play a vet? You better pay respect Or the same blade will be stickin' out the front of K, he'll be a bayonet It's disrespect to think that you can fuck wit' my intellect I've been a threat, get upset ya chin get checked on the internet I'll slice ya wrist 'til it barely disconnect Ya hands left hangin' in front of you, that's karma for what he did to Rex It can go from me askin' y'all, "Is this nigga deaf?" To me braggin' about, "They talkin' 'bout this nigga death." Machine in his face, get ya vision checked He ain't know if he was squintin' at a D.E. or F.N., he failed the vision test Blaow, got blurred vision cause the barrel on K nose, but the red beam in his eyes like K knows A shot it'll bust, your top it will erupt; volcanoes Ya shit'll get rock to the side now that's a Kango Just to get you, my youngin' will skip one of his school days Two tre's with inf' beams, like DVD's, they blue rays (Blu-Ray) Or Klu Klux Klan, that's K in front of two K's He caught it when it rose in the air; bouquets They call me Roc cause I used to sell it a few ways Meanin', I gave the powder to the pitchers like Kool-Aid But now, I get money for wiggin', I'm too paid (toupee) Who brave? You'll get ya wig split like I do braids I'll dig you a new grave He won't know if me or Surf cooked him Cause when he saw Tay (sauté) he got souffléd! This rematch, ain't what you want from me You just seen me kill Newz, now I gotta send Bad company Fuck a scheme, angle, punch, it's 'bout a gun to me A gun- (Is the only thing that get the job done for!) [Round 2: K-Shine] Alexa, play Queen Nigga we will, we will Roc(k) you Roc(k) you He be like, "Niggas keep talkin' gas, they gon' make me get the pump Pump on his neck, Nelly chain, I am 'Number 1' Light! Light fuckin' bars! AAAAH!" And y'all niggas go dumb Hey, well I just copped a Maybach and a mansion My crib so high in the sky I can open the roof and literally touch the sun You see how easy it is to rap about shit you never done? What? Cause he got guns in his bars? Nigga I really had to set the bar with my gun {gun clicks} Run, scope for the distance, I fuck witchu the long way He went out like the bitches, you don't get it? Broad day Long K, bustin', U-Turn, he went the wrong way And it's all proof, you gon' need strong suits for this .4 Tay (forte) Don't play, fuck them light bars, you better spit it heavy I'm runnin' through every fuckin' light, I'm in a hurry Shotgun wit' the Dezi, I get the scoop; Ben & Jerry I know the perfect place for Roc(k)s; the cemetery Nigga Brizz'll get a stomach shot for lookin' like he wanna pop Let me catch them Boyz N The Hood Oh this your doe boy (Doughboy)? You ready to take this gut check for your brother Roc? 100 shots, rappin' when it air Bad relationship, dumpin' Roc, and I had it up to here Duct tape, I Saran Wrap him to a chair Fuck Champion, I'm goin' for the rapper of the year Ratchet in his ear, "Like you always out witcha friends." A fiend told me, the best way to smoke Roc(k)'s wit' a stem I beg to differ, I put the star up under his chin I'll rip him, it's a difference between Roc(k) and a gym I spotted his men, around 10 I'm jumpin' out the bushes, he like, "Who the fuck let Ave die? Y'all supposed to be out there lookin'." Knife in his gut, splat! Sound like I dropped the pudding Then I browse (eye brows) up, if you smell what The Roc(k) is cookin' I started pushin', nigga I inspired you to grow I said, "If we get Roc(k) out the dirt, with a little bit of Shine he'll glow." Same guy that told him, everybody ain't ya bro Find ya way in (Wayan) Brother, any clique could've got the smoke But instead I'm walkin' on Roc(k)'s like when Martin joined a cult I told him twice, you think this dickhead'll listen? No Should've known from the last two times, now it's the bathroom line, everybody gotta go I'm wit' the smoke, chopped by the cylinder or get shot by the Dillinger If I got a sign, the drawin' in my head copped by the label Y'all gotta deal wit' us I heard his family was his Dynasty, the drive-by was similar I want the same outcome for Roc-La-Familia Every little step I take, this nigga take the exact route Me and DNA get a squad, him and Surf wanna hash out We get 2 on 2's on the card, these niggas come for that clout I get kicked out the Mobb, guess who stroll they ass out? And this all started cause I left home, this what that nigga was mad 'bout Should've told Roc(k) you can't throw stones at a glass house Strap out, uh oh, you know he 'bout to get it, I let him get to judge You know I'm not a critic Ray Charles wit' a wrist, it's a body if I feel it One mission, kick Roc(k)s, you better go about ya business You don't get it? Uh oh, another former Zip 'Em Up/Cave Gang/Dot wit' a death wish Nigga you gon' die if you try today I'm pushin' every button wit' the sticks, I don't know how to play Chopper spray, I'm Lance you Harper, I don't Roc(k) wit' Tay But a nigga like me'll (Mia) have him by the death bed, Best Man Holiday Get the hook wit' the left hand; Dr. J Drew a picture of mom mourning, Hip Hop Hooray Like a Queens nigga, try to see how far Roc(k) away (Rockaway) Stroll down with this whole pound, [?] The Glock wit' it, pop niggas, I'm not timid Janitor, if I sweep the mop wit' it His top lifted, have Top hit it, I drop kick it Snappin', D4L, I 'Lean Wit' It, Rock Wit' It' Nigga that's a Juice shot ,2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up' Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop, pick him up NWX, you know these niggas suck Y'all know my slogan (Zip 'Em Up!) [Round 3: Tay Roc] You say shit you don't mean you just put on an act now At Double Impact, you said I was Zip 'Em Up Gang in the last round If I was Zip 'Em Up Gang...who else was a part of it and where are they at now? Before I joined Dot Mobb I've been screaming "Cave Gang" and look where we at now? You see a lot done changed, stop the games When we was Lionz Den I was Cave Gang, you were Dot Mobb, we are not the same When I got wit' the Dots you was wild hatin' I took ya spot then put the Dots on my back; Dalmatian I'm the same cat, that kept it loyal to the Mobb long as I claim that They switched on me, now I only reside where the Cave at Rex? You and that CC nigga straight wack Your apologies, save that Fuck you! You ain't gettin' ya chain back K was my dawg, but ya actions changed that Now it's payback I walk up like, "Remember that shit from way back?" Automatic to his throat, when I bang that He gon' die with a TEC-9 (Tech-9) on his neck, it ain't Jakkboy Maine tat' You gangbang? Explain that Cause out the blue, you reppin' the Blood But I ain't never see you go out west wit' a Blood Go to L.A. they gon' check up on Blood Meanin', I bet her stop bleedin' when they put that pressure on Blood Suge, Surf, Ars', they came in this shit throwin' up big C's But when you battled 'em, where was the red flags and big B's? Bitch please, you waitin' to battle Geechi Gotti to find a flag to rock Respect niggas that died over that shit, it's not a battle prop Was you thinkin' when you threw that shit on? Yeah you was thinkin' that flag was a prop then Geechi was the one to use the shit on I can tell that flag you ain't use it too long That shit was new, candy apple red because you bought it from a beauty salon Won't be surprised 'til them real Bloods catch him and hurt his ass Take that beauty salon scarf you be rockin' and burn his flag I know Bloods and Crips, that's thirty rags wrapped around thirty Mags Every Blood and Crip nigga I know, they got dirty flags I'll get Blood shot, he'll leave a trail of blood drops then Blood drop In the hospital with blood clots Like, "What the bloodclot!?" Touch Roc, snub pop, I'm meal (mil') packin'; lunchbox Get ya wig blown out, wit' a big nose; Yung Joc Bullets like gum drops, I'll shoot 'til it's hot and the gun drop Rippin' his vest when it kick to his chest; Ong-Bak I see you got ya squad, but you not in charge Big T killed you and DNA and made y'all join teams wit' 'em You are not the boss Aye Big Terrance, have a Glock witchu A vest, do NOT fit you Shots hit you, put you in a body cast, and Big Tuna cast will roll (casserole) in a hospital Pocket rocket, the Glock little But the extended clip stick out the lower half like a Popsicle Pussy, I don't know why you wanted this wreck Fuck this rematch, aye T-Top, I plan on slumpin' you next With a K, under a Big T, that's NWX I hit DNA, make it Rain, then everyone'll get wet Drum in the TEC, I dump on ya team Fuck a deuce deuce, if you leave Shine on the floor, you gotta use a buffer machine Fuck do you mean? I tell the Cave "get him", they out to just shoot And have K layin' in some red sauce; alphabet soup With the same rifle the SWAT got I be lookin' through the scope wit' one eye; Cyclops Try Roc, .5 pop, epidural; spine shot Shine drop, then I tell ya mother, "He was a Goodfella" now get ya fuckin' Shine box It's about respect, I toss Shine out a window right by his neck Last thing y'all saw was me holdin' K by a window; Malcolm X nigga Go [Round 3: K-Shine] Alexa play Michael Jackson I wanna Roc(k) witchu all night Get you....happy birthday Tay Roc He's shaken up Tay what's up? I'm sorry that I hemmed you up But you had the whole battle community thinkin' I was slick as fuck Like every time I'm finna lose a battle I gonna kick and fuss You was pissed for what? Cause I told everybody you was Zip 'Em Up? When you got a whole fuckin' song out sayin' how he Zip 'Em Up You skinny fuck, bird in disguise (in the skies) he chickened up Need flashbacks on how these pops go, well This Is Us He had nigga stuck, like, "Why would he lie? Maybe he afraid. Maybe Surf gave him pride. Made him feel ashamed." But there's no way I would've let him play me on this stage You wasn't Zip 'Em Up? That's ya word {Gun clicks} Take it to the grave He thinkin' Surf will help, waitin' to be saved Well Tay'll get wiped out wavin' for the wave This would've been just like the movie Cast Away Cause the Tom would've had blood smeared on Roc(k) and start the fire in the Cave We get a page, as a citizen at a news app Dyke at a sex store, he 'bout to get the new strap Forensics like, "move back" The people like, "Who's that?" Tay Roc and Shells, Stella Got Her Groove Back Tool clap, be gushin' in the bag like a fruit snack 'Til e'rybody get the same message like a group chat True facts, I will spin and air like a screw back 'Til his soul on a different level like a shoe rack You want the proof scrap? Bald head pop through the window like, "Evett let me see my son!" For you, shit I don't even need my gun Knockouts, hangin' niggas by they sneaks my fun You are [?] now he get to sleep like one Here's the blueprint, I'm 'bout to have 'em all laid out It's either tell the Truth or Dare, let's see how they all make out Clip lift, Scream mask, what the long face 'bout? I ain't got No Shame, I'm 'bout to let it all hang out This y'all Gun Bar King? No he not The shit sounds solid but you gotta be bolder (boulder) Roc(k) Infrared, I call it "inventory" it's overstock Grand Canyon, the tourist let to a hole in Roc(k) TEC spray, like an X-Ray, shoulder shot I say what the fuck I want and I hold my spot Cause the MAC back it up like a loadin' dock You wrote for props cause you Lost In New York: Home Alone If the bulldog give me some assistance it's gon' throw a bone Razor, takin' him a lay ya (Himalaya); Romey Rome Magazine, if I get any issues, it's goin' to be Rolling Stones I kick his boyfriend out the way, "Move! I know he home." His daughter like, "You ain't gonna do shit to my dad!" "Oh you grown?" Monkey knots, broken bones If you don't wanna see how this .10 arrange (tenor range), you better hold ya tone How the fuck this nigga foolin' with them steel grippin' lines? Had the doctors like, "I don't even feel nigga's spine." I ain't never seen a gangsta let a lil' nigga slide Playin' wit' me? You really get Smacked, you wasn't on no real nigga time Aye once again TT it's time, he like, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout it's time?" I say, "TT I got my .9" he like, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout ya .9?" I say, "TT say goodbye" he like, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout goodbye?" He like Gary Coleman, he gon' say, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout" then die! Under sheets, cover blown, it's a coffin (coughin') if he hide Nina, like subpoenas, caught him by surprise His mama talkin' to the guys, pourin' out the eyes She felt it in the air, he caught it like a vibe Nigga that's a Juice shot ,2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up' Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop, pick him up Don't ask for another rematch, same outcome Zip Him Up!