Tay Roc vs. Serius Jones

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[Round 1: Serius Jones] I put my life behind these bars That was the second time I had just left a cell And Smack, you know you ain't right for lettin' boy flip that coin Nigga, that's a L But every coin got two sides to it So instead of flippin', I thought "How could I flip it to benefit myself as well?" So should I press a dent (President) in his face, or give him the Eagle? Heads or tails? See, speaking of the- come on now Speaking of the Cave, they used to draw stories on the walls Pictures wit' animals on top With no paint brushes, just fingers and blood Know in foreign lands, a future man was gon' watch Wеll, I'm 'bout to make them ancestors so proud Bеcause I'mma send a message to the next generation, too When I make art outta puttin' hands on Roc(k)! See, they gon' always pay for this art If you gamblin' on this, play it smart If you prayin' that when I break Tay-Tay apart, he gon' show courage Just know this: I'mma kill Dracula So if I was you, I wouldn't (wooden) put no stake in his heart! How you a vampire, but son light!? And we in the Sunshine State? I don't see your man survivin' See, it's meteors that's planet-sized and too advanced to find 'em And then it's asteroids that made it to the Earth, layin' in the canyons hidin' Now what do this have to do wit' your mans and rhymin'? Well, you seen a meteor, right (meteorite)? 'Cause Roc(k) don't land without a whole lot of gas behind him! See, I relate to pain! Nowadays, it's a gang of slaves Linked together, hatin' on the major names Well, y'all seen versus Mook, I told y'all I was a runaway So you know I gotta use Roc(k) just to break the chain See, I been fucked over, left for dead Distant! Forgotten! Luck ran out They thought that I'd be gone - shout to Gotti - but I been rockin' Since colorful tops, on the block like Rodman Seen fiends in the box, boxin' for suboxones Locked in, but now it's time to get it shakin' for a bag, like Top Ramen And you gettin' drug, all three rounds, like Top rhymin' See, you nonviolent! I wouldn't put- I seen that jump You wouldn't put white on chalk in the streets hopscotchin' And I'm not for consignment 'Cause if a nigga give me Roc(k), the hardest thing for me to do is…not rob him! When I put a Bat in the air, it ain't the signal to light Gotham I'm opp-shoppin' I could close out my folder, or fold out the shoulder I got multiple stock options! I rep Jersey, but you been on Harlem's dick since you was Dot-Mobbin'! But now you got problems And according to the block goblins, that sleep next to the needles and popped condoms Apparently they ain't the only ones that hit Roc(k)-bottom! I shot him! That's what I'll whisper in your mama ear at the wake Wit' the 'Pac in Juice hug over the shoulder, starin' Gotti and Nitty in the face Gunshot blast! Lungs got splashed! Smack like, "Jesus!" 'Cause he was prayin' I ain't move Roc(k) from in front of the Cave after he passed But y'all believed he was y'all Savior That's why y'all been keepin' Roc(k) away from me like my jump shot trash? Shotgun! Like Elmer Stuck from Gorilla Glue in my lungs We all know you cut and paste, and been duckin' on tape But tonight, what you better stick to is your guns! 'Cause I got too much testosterone Give her some extra gin (estrogen) and make your whore moan (hormone) I'm in her cheeks, she like, "Ow! You killin' me." But they say you let girly boys smash you literally! That's dude energy! Homo thug! You probably blow wood wit' a Pooh Shiesty ski mask on So don't let them hold yours, hit your weed, or pass you Hennessy Now, no cap, you might wind up wit' DNA on the mask you lend to T (masculinity) See, if I'm…what? Oh my God… If we into it, T - he caught it I'm the one to put to a tee But you already knew that I was gon' tee off on you - that's intuity Rocked him, turned him into a T, turned him into a tee! Now you in hot water and a bag I done broke Roc down into a TEA! I'm not playin' wit' this fuckin' nigga Roc got robbed! Then rocked! Then come to find out Roc income got his Benjamins lookin' grim And the Thing is, this Roc(k) body gon' be Fantastic for (4) all my homies to watch But you Doomed when I Torch you, and where's Roc friends, huh? Always screamin' "Gang!" Bro, you're not in one! The Cave!? You just be talkin' crazy shit, but Baby Boy bitch: Taraj' Henson Get him stoned! Do him dirty! Give Roc the whole mop! And then some! You from the County, where Baltimore niggas cop licks and pop chicks from You guys victims! You from Edgewood? Well, I'll smack Drac' wit' a Drac' You should be used to your face bein' on the edge of the wood That's where y'all got him from! OW! I feel good when I'm spinnin' Young James Brown, I don't waste rounds You better take Caution, 'cause you don't want her to see the TECs (texts) Your phone face-down Simplistic! G.I. Jones, I enlisted Twin Biscuits, will carve a sculpture outta Roc(k) face, it's indigenous I'mma make this tense from this distance War wit' me, it's like fifty Stormtroops sittin' on the roof Bitches wit' blickers and they titties sittin' on your stoop I'm talkin' 'bout niggas and bitches, poppin' outta nowhere: it's a Diddy lawsuit! We don't just SEEM ELITE! We've been professional hustlers since 14, it's deep But your hood ain't never had no pro teens (proteins) in it: vegan meat Holes on the top of the can, like how island people season meat In the Trenches, you'll be on the Block cappin' (Captain), but this ain't easy (Eazy) street So he act tough, shit, the Wave could see shells (seashells) when he come home And it don't need a beach So act throwed, and the last place you gon' be skippin' through, Roc(k), gon' be this creek Lord knows I done been through more dirt than Jesus' feet! But you got robbed for your chain like Red in Friday Couldn't be me, though 'Cause see, I woulda been outside wit' the arm cocked in the rain, lookin' for Deebo! Nigga, it's me, though! It's ME, THOUGH! It's ME, THOUGH! Let's go! Round 1 [Round 1: Tay Roc] YO! This ain't all a surprise From Day 1, you was hatin' since I was a star on the rise Over 50 URLs and still rappin' He like, "How you battle all of them guys?" That's because I know how to compartmentalize And my drive up another level like a parking garage! I'm the best breathin'! I'm 'bout more action and less speakin' Battled last week, I'm battlin' now and next weekend TEC squeezin'! Hittin' your chest region! You gon' have to watch the (w)hole, Serius (series), and wait on the next season! Get left- Are you FUCKING DUMB!? Get left for dead bleedin'! This battle gon' be a massacre (*chuckles*) I'm tellin' you, this battle gon' be a massacre I pulled up wit' this burner (Burna), Boy, it ain't from Africa Clap at ya I'll flip this square wit' a stick, sound like a spatula Stabbin' ya, cuttin' through everything that's cardiovascular I'll take the back of the .40-caliber and start smackin' ya Get his melon smashed wit' a hammer: Gallagher Knock you out, Tommy Hearns when he fought Hagler You gon' need new veneers and have to speak a new vernacular There is nothing you can do with Dracula You piece-of-shit human trafficker! Just imagine if I took your daughter - would you come back for her? You act like you live a whole new life, but your soul ain't right You's a pimp that's at war wit' the cops like Dolemite Loaded pipe If somebody life get took, it's gon' be his K out the van, spray out the can', it's Cheez Whiz Squeeze SIGs...I'll give this pussy nigga somethin' to relive Catch this human in traffic quicker than the police did You sayin' niggas was stealin' bars You got it all wrong We like that "Multiple Choice" shit better from John John My goons run up, this nigga get strong-armed Surround a pimp with ratchets like Magic Don Juan What's goin' on? Ayo...I'd rather