URLtv, Danny Myers, Tay Roc - Tay Roc vs. Danny Myers lyrics

Lately, I'm the one that
These fans wanna doubt
You in the way you shoulda just
Let this man run his route dan wanted clout
Hands comin' out boy, I will punch the last
Bitta teeth outcha grandmother mouth
Punk-ass pussy! Niggas pay you
At a low number prolly 'cause you dress like
You rap no wonder
You talk like you so gutter
You a whole sucker
I'll make you spit in ya hand
And slap ya own mother whole summer
Black handle but the slide
Release chrome color
Surf, he into Cuban chokers
I like throat-cutters
I will smack ya bitch wit'
A pistol her dome rupture
Put her face in front of a mag
She won't make a Voguе cover
This is not a dream
What you, some kinda fiеnd?
When God made you, he needed
A beard, some freckles, and a lima bean
I make a violent scene
Demonic as Constantine ya momma scream
I make Myers head bust through
A wall like Halloween
Whoever gettin' involved gon' be
Sippin' through straws
Fuck around, y'all gon see D
(CD) on a shirt nah, not Christian Dior
This nigga's a fraud you pissin' me off
I ain't religious I was just raised to take
My problems and give it to God
We wouldn't take you on a mission at all
You give me Tre-from-Boyz-N-the-Hood
Vibes: you wouldn't get in the car
I got a devilish two-step and
I cha-cha with this
Chopper we just tryna see if Dan's in
(Dancing) With The Stars
You got the simplest bars ya shit isn't hard
Nigga, I could've said, "Nah"
And you wouldn'ta even been on the card
Gun Bar King! I don't know Bar God
Matter fact, you ever been hit by a crowbar
Go? Close y'all eyes
I promise, if you don't keep it rap, fam'
I will open hand back hand slap Dan
Gat sprayin'
Then I dumps da metal in a trash can
I could bring ya ghost out on
The stage from what I pack, ma
Speakina Pac-Man, we brought chopper rounds
You let Rex take twelve K?
It would've been ghosts
Everywhere if we had to chase a Dot around
I'll leave ya head wrapped like
An Afghan and you hospitalized
You prolly hear them words
"Head wrap" and feel sick (Sikh) inside
That head wrap symbolize all them
Rounds you couldn't memorize
Eazy-E ain't the only nigga from the
West that got Real sick (Sikh) and died
If we got action, I'm not rappin'
Glocks clappin'
That tranny angle fake, played out
And did not happen
You think it's a joke I'm not laughin'
It's in the game and you can
Die over that like John Madden
I will slide past him
My mask only show the eyes
I hop out the van, plottin' on Dan Cobra Kai
Picture this cornball in a Rolls
Royce I'll be so surprised
Then I'd leave Danny Phantom shot
Up wit' a ghost inside
Flowers on his grave he'll be
Lyin' in a hearse if a problem arose
(a rose) on the thirtieth
You'll be dyin' on the first
I put two on ya
Have 'em cryin' in the church
Show up to the funeral like
"Shut up! Fuck Dan! D lyin'
(dandelion) in the dirt!"
I'll squeeze the butt of this
Seventeen shit barely is legal
We like when we see the
Funeral home buryin' people
This man really evil i carry an Eagle
This bird cold as The Penguin and you
Dead if you ain't Danny DeVito
Dan is finito!
Go 'head, rap 'bout how I'm not the best
Scream, "Yikes!" until ya veins
Poppin' out ya neck
'Cause for this, I told Beas
"I want a thirty thousand dollar check"
Yeah! You ten years older than me and
You get paid twenty-five
Thousand dollars less i am not impressed
Tell Dan
"Settle this shit" or it's banana clips
Ya damn melon get hit
This Glock is handheld wit' a switch
He ran, fell, and he tripped
All that bass in ya voice I
Bet this make Dan yell
(Danielle) like a bitch
Don't think you safe just 'cause
Geechi and 'em here i will smack Daniel
Nitty can't save you
In fronta Rum, I'll hop out that 'burban
(bourban) and Jack Daniel
Crack Daniel with the black handle
Dead this nigga
Make him bite the curb use my
Jordans to behead this nigga
I will stomp till it split make ya
Shit look like a Pez dispenser
I will wreck this nigga
You know what I don't like 'bout ya raps
Pussy? The parallel part
Two twin Eagles wit' a parallel arc
We'll pull up on his block
Fuck the parallel talk
"Surf, get him! Eazy, watch him! Chess
Parallel park!" you be rappin' 'bout a
Parallel universe don't
Even got a car to parallel park
Youse a pussy nigga! Rap, nigga! Light bars

That shit you did yesterday? Fucked up
Disrespectful
Nigga had the streets chatterin'
We gon' calm that down so
All my niggas rolled up
For a piece (peace) gatherin'!
This freestyle shit somethin' you
Ain't able to do yesterday, I was gon' flip
That bitch but this
Where I turn the tables on you (Nigga)
You just said you get paid more
Than me cool! Who you finessin'?
Yesterday, all that rah rah shit
Who you was testin'?
Bitch, I will knock the white off yo'
Teeth then look at Nunu expression
(Ayy! Ayy! Ayy, bitch nigga! Ayy)
From close range or back here
I'm a shell-cooker
The shot just like his shoes: a twelve-footer
(I am the GOAT, nigga! Ayy) tay Roc
You think you scarin' us
Talkin' 'bout squarin' up? Okay, fair enough
Y'all gon see me throw Roc
(k) against the window
(Like I ain't tryna wake her parents up)
Our differences are glarin', bruh
This nigga ducked me I was not hurt
For six years, I let the pot stir
Couldn't even tell Vicky I was gettin' Roc
(k) i'm tryna trigger you, not her
(Don't look so startled) glock burst
Head shot berettas'll fly
The shit I'll do to Don'te
Even the Devil May Cry i'll level this guy
It's not a game get his chest slammed in
Uppercut then I left hand him
I'll beat his ass even though I
Carry the baby like Death Stranding
I'm from the West, damn it!
In South Central, no one was good
I'll drag this nigga for Miles morale is
(Morales) low in the hood
Let's get this understood
Ain't no almost-fight wit' me you touch me
I'll let a dozen out
Ya homies gon' be pourin' out
Brandy 'cause 'Almost Doesn't Count'
You know what the fuck I'm 'bout? (Ayy)
I handle mine each one-a my mans inclined
To stomp you the fuck out
For fake talkin' like pantomimes
They drag you to the back
Room, kickin' and stompin', hands is flyin'
That's when I walk through the door like
"Stop! hammer time!"
(Don't look so startled! Ayy)
This part of a grand design
I'll rip his teeth out told my man
"Hand me the pliers"
Smack, ya shooter is gettin' fucked
Up by Danny The Myers
I'm from a family of riders
You keep a gun? Bitch
Ain't nobody scared to go to war witchu
Nigga, my birthday is next week and
God blessed me wit' a 42 (40 too)
This nigga be gettin' emotional every time
That tranny shit get spoken up
Mr gun Bars, tongue out, on the bed
Legs opened up to stop them rumors
Went and got himself a
Girlfriend joke's on us
First time he met Caution, he
Did a double take, said
"You not a boy but close enough"
Let's put this in focus, bruh
We know that you gay
You gettin' cut and slayed
Wesley Snipes been showed us the
Vampire's a fuckin' Blade
I'm from a higher order
Knights of the Templar our
Bloodline is Myers' aura my allure'll
Prove you can't fuck with
This type of scorcher fire torture
Won't survive it unless you got riot armor
Hawk him down with Ks
Ultraviolet rays sight distorter
Strike the eye of Horus
We can be in a gunfight in Georgia
You'll slide across to Florida
Shots'll take you outside where the
Original land like diaspora
You gon' die in horror
Won't get a chance to hear the coffin music
He gon' say, "That's light!" then
A voice says, "Yes, son now walk into it"
God done proved it
His own losses fueled by the
Foolish thoughts of humans
I ain't the only one wit'
Parallels used in rap view the facts
It's funny how you the Gun Bar King but
Yo' bitch the one that use the straps
You was the face of the league
We had different views wit' Smack
I was into traffickin' cheese but it
Turns out youse the rat
I'll shoot you in fronta yo' bitch peace
Is what I'm not gon' brang her
Lock on the banger
She tried to cover her eyes before
Cops could pop the question
She had Roc (k) on her finger
Can y'all imagine pieces of his brain on
Her wedding finger from his damaged cranium?
All those that doubted the GOAT now
The man is flamin' him?
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
(I do) when we first heard them rumors
It put our heads in mania
Then he became Dracula and
That nigga's from Transylvania
I wanna believe that you a gangsta
But, it's hard for me to get convinced
That you grippin' clips wit' pistol grips
When you're a vampiric thug that
Sucks blood outta niggas' dicks (Ayy, bitch)
I lost to Real Sikh but I got
You I know it's burnin' his soul
Any time God takes an L, it turns into "gold"
I'm from a permanent mode
Get murdered in cold blood! On the spot, God
I don't tote the Glock 9
Get hit with that same shit
That popped outta RoboCop thigh
I got local block ties
My demeanor'll ruin him
I got people in every neighborhood from 55
And up like a senior community
It ain't a thing you can do wit' me
Shots spread clip fulla hot heads
I ain't lettin' offa the trigger
Until you drop dead
They booked me versus Ave, they knew
This ain't the first time
I reverse-engineered a Roc
(k) to get the block fed
We don't always need big guns
(Cookin' this dumb-ass nigga! Ayy)
I'ma thirty you first then I'm comin' for Tsu
How that sound, Wave
(soundwave)? Even the thirty-two
Hurts (hertz) you in the dirt and you on
The ground with this shit
This dumb-ass nigga got another two
Rounds of this shit (Yikes)

Ayy, Danny daniel
You got twelve kids but that
Ain't what puzzles me
You said ya baby mom took ya
Twins away when they was two
You ain't get 'em back
Until they was twenty-three?
When you seen ya kids after not
Seein' 'em for twenty-one years
How ya face look?
How they find you? Twitter?
Poke you on Facebook?
How long was you on child
Support? How that case look?
Twelve kids in one apartment
How that place look?
I did my homework on this Bar God I
Didn't even notice you have a life
Found out he's a battle dad wit'
A battle son and battle wife!
Reunited with his kids through battle
Rap that was nice!
I will make you reunite witcha
Kids in the afterlife it gets darker
Trust me, this round is a shit-starter
Fuck a gun bar when I talk like this
It hit's harder
Nigga, as far as bein' a parta ya son life
Nigga never had a Will Fresh Prince father
I'ma chip armor
Scrape the blade make the shit sharper
Let fifteen outta this Raptor Vince Carter
You gon' have a missed son
And a missed daughter
I drive by on a Friday and
Wet up the lawn "Hey, ms parker!"
I been smarter
Danny don't even respect hisself
He was the nigga in school that rode
The short bus and got the extra
Check yaself or watch ya head leak fast
And ya kids gon' find they father stomped
To death that's a deadbeat dad
Pussy! I ain't gotta use fake angles
Say, "Thank you!" i walk in ya crib, catch
Ya daughter like, "Hey, angel!"
Then break ankles she get straight strangled
With strings from my shoe I
Pull laces out Ray Finkle
That broad get hurt
One in her stomach could cause a lossa birth
I'll knock ya son out 'fore he wake up
I'ma stomp him first he dizzy
Crawlin' I don't know if his walkin' works
He seein' two of hisself
Spider-Man in the multiver
You too slow swingin'
Pussy! Your timin' all late
You'll get slammed on ya face
Ya smile and all scraped
Everything that hit the tile and all
(Tylenol) ache i'm not at all fake
This shit'll make body parts break
Knock out a rib, eye, meat
And bone look like a tomahawk steak
Tell Dan
"Stop or get everybody in ya fam' rocked
Even ya grams shot for a
Stack that's a gram-pop" my can' cocked
I will send you to Paradise
You and the Eiffel Tower got somethin'
In common: y'all both parasites
(pair of sights)
They tellin' me, "Don't Be A Menace" Boy
I'm 'bout to wig out
Like Tre in Dashiki crib
I knock all ya kids out
You got a big mouth and
Look like you tattle ta
How you forty-one years old in battle rap
With a son that battle rap?
I can't fathom that here's where Roc expose
You got twin kids named Malik and
Dominique that's prolly somethin'
Nobody knows
I'll put ya daughter Dominique in
An oven lock it closed
You won't be comin' home to Dominique
He'll be comin' home to Domino's
Nigga, ¡vamanos!
This shit is fuckin' witcha heart
I'll catch ya son Malik out
On the East like, "Ayy, son i wanna talk"
Trunk him, take him to Brooklyn
Dump him in the park
Since Malik is already known for
Bein' Undercover In New York
Fuck this nigga thought? You promised me war
Whole time, i got bars 'bout ya kids
And they prolly ain't yours
Fuck around, they gon' found Malik skull
Laid under a Barbie house I
Even flip Dominique dolls (Dawes)
Danny, I hate you true shit
You ain't gon' do shit
Nigga, as a battle rapper and a father
You are useless i am ruthless
All I know is shoot shit
I'll introduce your twins to these
Two twins and make quadruplets
Pussy! This hellcat hold fifteen
And the shells big
And that's enough for you, ya wife
And ya twelve kids
Leaves the chamber wit' one more
Bullet to blast from
Chk-chk! Guess who gettin' the last one
Don't stop nothin' Smack
Keep lettin' my clock run
Cut his time short let me
Keep goin' till I'm done
Your kids found you 'cause they thought
You was lit I'm not dumb
Met you at Gates of the Garden
Thought you had all this money
But you ain't got none that's not fun
Battlin' for crumbs that shit is senseless
I'm sure all twelve-a ya kids
Had them a shitty Christmas
These niggas bitches
In the trenches, we do not believe you
Somebody tell Danny the weapon that
I got is lethal
I walk in while they doin' surgery
On on him start droppin' people
Grab a blade, mic Myers
(Mike Meyers) while I'm starin'
At the Doctor Evil deadass!
Ya Pokémon, Charmander head-ass
Greasy head-ass
Boy, I will smack ya Beasley head-ass
Pussy! (Light bars! Fuck outta my face)

You said everything that was gon' be achin'
That hit the tile and all (Tylenol)
That's somethin' that I don't believe
Bitch, if this motherfucker peel
(pill) , ya soul'll leave
And the lines that came after
That wasn't ill either
Nigga, if you make my daughter Domino's
I'm puttin' five in ya Little Caeser
(I am the GOAT)
(Don't panic i'm too cold listen)
I had a conversation wit' a dope fiend
Some guy that I knew from years hustlin'
He was surrounded by drugs his mom tried
To steer him clear of it
First time he hit that pipe
His eye swelled up and drew a tear from it
It wasn't until he stood in fronta Roc
(k) for that second round he knew
He'd make a career from it
I speak in metaphor
In that analogy, I give dude his props
But this where I show you there's
Other ways to use a Roc
Surf was on a downslide while you gave
Us classics and refused to stop
He started Gun Titles witchu and
That's what renewed his stock
I'm speakin' facts now
Niggas always yo' brother when it's time
For them to rap rounds bars on I95
You ain't even put him in the background
Did a whole album wit' Mozzy you ain't
Get to put a track down
These are some of the burdens that
Come wit' wearin' Smack's crown back down
Surf would never let you out-shine him
Look at his mental structure
Phonte has shown us, no matter how
Ill you are with them bars
You'll always be a Little Brother
In a Parallel Universe, you
Helped Brizz that night
You didn't move foul
You kept ya respect and we don't view you
As the bitch-ass nigga that we do now
When you tell a grown man to suck yo' dick
You can be injured critically
Ninety percent 'cause it's disrespectful
Ten percent 'cause we think you
Mean that shit literally
When you told them white boys to suck
Yo' dick wit' ketchup on it
You was viewed as a freak (You said that)
Nigga, ketchup? I don't even want a
Bitch to do that to me!
You have to see, with all these gun bars
There's no substance swallow your pride
Even when he's fully Loaded for a round
It's all Hollow inside why follow this guy?
Our skillsets do not compare
ROC is not cut from the same fabric
But I don't know if Roc aware (Roc-A Wear)
Y'all think I'm worried about Tay Roc?
(Shut up)
Nigga, I done sold white rock, gray rock
Tan rock, base rock
Granite mineral jade rock
Aboriginal Cave rock prehistoric fossil rock
Old rock, new rock stove top stew rock
Smooth rock, Moon rock
Color-changin' mood rock -mixin' street rock
Multi lava heat rock
You'll go inside a sheet, Roc (k)
You still alive? Then I
Counterclockwise and re-Rock!
Literally put you forty-seven
Meters deep see, roc
(sea rock)!? The don's onto me
Danny Myers direct wit' Roc
(k) without a Hollywood script
And Sean Connery
All this gun bar shit from you
Never made a lotta sense
Niggas threw his chain in a fast food
Trashcan he ain't been to McDonald's since
What happened to all them big
MACs you be holdin'?
He ain't hit the block wit' his man
Nah, I'm frontin' he did some gangsta
Shit and got his revenge
He rounded up six of his meanest assassins
Edgewood niggas come from a trife world
They kicked in the do', started recordin'
And one of 'em slapped a white girl
Really, my nigga? Violence against a woman?
I mean, it's sad to say
When you snatch fake chains
From a vicious murderer
Somebody has to pay!
This ain't even my savage stage
I'm spittin' passion past the rage
Only a single mother amassed with eight
Bastard case kids listenin' half
The way to Donny Hathaway "This
Christmas" could rap this way
I do this for practice ayy!
This shit finna get spooky, Tay Roc
You think you'll survive a head-on collision
With a Hawk? I'm Mookie Blaylock (Bar God)
Look out ya window it's a
Speedin' Denali in view!
Outta-state plates peep what a
Team from Cali'll do
Before he grabs his phone and
He can rally a crew
All we know is a bitch dies
In the season finale of You
You wanna know how ice-cold
These murders can get? (yeah, Joe)
I'll demonstate 'em eliminate him
Veer in ya villa wit' villians from Venezuela
Smashin' ya brain
Mask and a blade like a vintage Vega
Catchin' bodies midway through the
Air like figure skaters niggas hate us
I ain't gon' play with the
Cartridge I'm sicka Sega
Disintegrate his whole village make
It the biggest crater
These niggas wanna gamble with
They life? We innovators
Mafia members witnessin'
Envisionin' to build a Vegas
I'm still the greatest
Y'all remember that blue haired
Chick he was wit'?
That bitch was bad that a motherfucker
I look at her then I look at
Caution i get sad than a motherfucker
They say when a nigga wit' a ugly bitch
It's 'cause the head's good
What would make a man fall off that far?
I figure a nigga from the Edge
Listen! You are not the man
That you think you are
Scared to tell Caution you don't
Really fuck wit' her
You let her ugly ass move her son in witchu
And now you feel like you stuck wit' her
You are not the man that you think you are
You always lookin' frail here
If I ask Chess, can he beat you up
He gon' look at me and say, "Hell yeah!"
You are not the man that you think you are
Leadership ain't money and things
He reps the Cave wit' a bat signal
But no one's under ya wing
You are not the man that you think you are
You don't realize that you dead, kid?
You are not the man that you
Think you are, bitch nigga, 'cause Fred is
I am the GOAT and he on
The ground with this shit
This dumb-ass nigga got a whole
'nother rounda this shit

Mike P exposed that yo' wife is a
Crackhead and that boy is the weakest
(Your wife is a crackhead)
Vicki Myers? I'd be lyin' if I
Said that shawty is decent
Ayy, Smack, I wouldn't touch that bitch
Plus, how the fuck Mike P
Know all Victoria's Secrets? You genius!
You met a crackhead and said that
You got to keep her?
I will make her sniff a line off
My Glock then cock that Nina
You will see a hole through her
Head when I pop the heater
I will have it smokey in
That junkie bitch face Bye, felicia!
You a bottom feeder you not the leader
Kick in ya door, give ya mom a seizure
Then stuff her inside a freezer
I ain't lyin', neither chopper-squeezer
Watch arms come from the waist, in the air
Into the head like the Macarena
I ain't tryna wrestle like Tommy Dreamer
Give Roc a cleaver stab him it go through D
Back like a wide receiver
Oh, you a non-believer?
That's until I put this stick with
The mercury tips in his mouth
Check if he got a fever this man is a faggot
My shooter handle a ratchet
Rental car in LA lookin' for
This man up in traffic
This nigga better have a Lambo to dash it
You will be a dead bitch in
That car unless Danica Patrick
Stupid nigga play hisself I am the
Man in this rap shit
Turn this to a funeral we
Got cameras to catch it
I'll open up a coffin
Put Dan in it backwards
Close it up then Triple
H sledgehammer the casket tragic
I will make it more than rap
You'll get a phone call
That your daughter clapped
And ya son dead imagine the thoughta that
I brought a strap for ya wife, Vic she got
Outta pocket, tried to run
And the Eagle caught her back (quarterback)
They want more-a that
(Pussy! They want more-a that, nigga! yeah
Nigga! Fuck outta here) scapula to ya scalp
Split brains rip veins
I make it stick in a skull like a pimp cane
Knife'll get stuck
A spike in the front like a Knick ga wait
This nigga Danny married a
Junkie that shit strange
I should run up blowin' her
Nose since she sniff 'caine
Ain't shit changed
Don't get shot in ya mouth
Your wife is a real life crackhead and
You don't want her to see Roc
(k) in ya house
I heard she'll sniff a bird till
She fall out the bed
Meat tenderizer I will beat that
Chicken thought out her head
She be layin' there
Shiverin' while y'all in the bed
And Vicky gon' relapse 'cause I'm fittin'
All us in ya crib (Pussy)
SIG drawn, hit ya kid
Daughter and son get murked
Boy, I will flip ya
House upside down WonderWorks
Let somethin' burst (Pussy)
All I know is chaos unloadin' ARs
To talk to you again
Ya kids gon' have to hold a séance
I don't know what they on
I just a hundred twenty-seven
Six two standin' up
In a box look like Crayola crayons
These shit's'll mangle a vest
All that shit you was talkin'
Gon' change in a sec
You shoulda came in correct aim wit' a TEC
Bang! Hit his neck for a ban, Dan'll
(bandana) get set on fire
That's gang disrespect this lame nigga deaf
Soccer mom van when niggas slide
Door open, hop out
Drag this man up in the ride
To a two-car garage
One spot's for the van to get inside
The rest of the space is big enough so Dan
(Sudan) can fit inside (Bitch)
I bring Chess wit' me on
A mission to ya house, start sprayin' slugs
Ya dumb-ass wife Vicky ain't hear us break
In she nodded off takin' drugs
Lil bro got point black range
To bang the snub
Now, the blood of Vic's all over Chess
(chest) it's vapor rub
Ya son Malik get pistol-whipped if
He plannin' to run
Then I'ma Mr miyagi crane-kick Daniel's son
Damage done (Pussy! Youse a pussy nigga!
I fuckin' hate you, pussy)
Fuck how ya daughter Dominique feelin'
I'll bang her with the hawk
And make Dominique Wilkins (Pussy)
I do not respect Dan
Turn you to a pack you are
About to become the best strand
I'm smokin' on a dead man
Like Method Man and Redman lead blam
You gon' need a X-Ray, head scan
Brace for ya neck, shit bag, and bedpan
I'm right handed I shoot it till the TEC jam
But, it's ugly it look like I
Drew it wit' my left hand
(You stupid motherfucker! This is me! You
Could never fuck wit' me! You
Could never! All that gas they gave
You this is my shit
Nigga you're dead! It is me) deadass!
Your Squirtle Wartortle-Ninja
Turtle-lookin' head-ass greasy head-ass
Boy, I will smack ya Beasley head-ass
Light bars, nigga

That nigga brought up my wife I
Knew he would throw a shot
(Chill out! There are those that
Do this and there
Are those that are born to do this)
That's why I crept up
Waitin' him to come out for
About four o' clock i load the Glock
Vicky said, "Nah lemme throw the shot
This gon' be easy i spent
Most my life smokin' Roc (k) "
(I am the ayy! Bitch-ass nigga)
You will really get smothered out here
Said crayons? Nigga
This LA we been knew about colors out here
I wanna teach this nigga why the fuck
They thought the man could test us?
I drew it with the right then the left bitch
I'm ambidextrous! (I am the GOAT)
(Ayy, y'all, I'm really the GOAT out here
Bro chill out lemme bring
It home let's bring home a classic
Let's bring home a classic, y'all)
Ever since I got in this battle rap world
I knew I'd go to the top
I was right at the door but
These niggas was controllin' the locks
Now, I'm on stage, point blank range
Unloadin' a shot
Extravaganza Adam Sandler died the same way
Over a Roc (k)
If it's war waged
These four walls gon' absorb pain
Like a smuggler's ki's tossed in a duffle
I proceed wit' Caution through a crawl space
Blood pour stains on my North Face
While me and Jorge carve
Shapes and make sorbet
Out ya whore brain wit' a sawblade
Gourmet not be how y'all handle
Beef but it's our way my clan's insane
This ya last chance to plan a change
Or spend ya lastin' days hands in
Face in fronta the candle flame
Tryna rebuke the view of ya
Bitch movin' stupid in
The back 'cause you can't stand the rain
What did you stand to gain?
Don't you want more children?
Why would you want fours spittin'?
If you and Caution Planned Parenthood
You better abort mission
This battle is a morgue visit mortician
More friction wit' one hand
I point and anoint the dead
Get his corpse Christian boy, listen
How our legacies got the same span
When fame can have you spittin' in
The face-a ya main man?
Nigga, I'm from gang land
If a bitch ever came between me and my nigga
It was a train ran a whore is nothin' sacred
Growin' up complacent
Pourin' out liquor for niggas who ain't
Old enough to drink it
My aura's of the ancients
Get stabbed or burned with the Glock
But, if this Pearl Jam
You'll get the alternative, roc
(k) surf, I'm talkin' to you, too
We Smashin' Pumpkins in a lot, fam'
As soon as that link in
(Linkin) Park, The Killers come out
Snatchin' Roc (k) bands
You'll Fall Out, Boy when the beef is on
We lock and load
Pull up to his house, bumpin' Chuck Berry
Ready to shoot the father of Roc
(k) and roll he tried to lock the do' but
Fuck that the Glock'll burn
Shot his auntie, popped the dog, shot the urn
He fell face first is he
Dead? I'm not concerned kick him over
Shoot him again I'll leave no Roc
(k) unturned even though it wasn't Easter
Somethin' odd occurred the moment Roc
(k) moved from in fronta the Cave
God emerged
I am the resurrection of battle rap
They been debating' for decades who
The best this settles that i'm tellin' Smack
From this point on, my money doubles up
No more new niggas
No more such-his-face and
Fuckin' fuck-and-such where the fuck is Lux?
We can step today
The moment he chooses to take this L, you
(U) ex (X) the way accept the pay
Fifty K is what my Venmo gon' say
Then I kill that other nigga
From Harlem 'cause murder
(Murda) is my MO, okay (Ok)?
I am the resurrection of battle rap
Look at the pictures that I draw, clown
Ten Commandments
God himself used Roc (k) to lay the law down
Ask the staff at first
They didn't wanna follow my greatness
Now, I'm surrounded by parallel lines like
The numbers fallin' in Matrix
I am the resurrection of battle rap
I gave y'all, "Come outside" Restore Order
Swave stole it and been havin' fun wit' it
Y'all motherfuckers wanna take my flow
And run wit' it?
That's cool I was the first one wit' it
Bar God!