URLtv, Tay Roc, Kyd Slade - Tay Roc vs. Kyd Slade lyrics

Free Surf bruh, I wouldn't front you a
Pack if I sold coke no joke
He look like he'd take it and go ghost
If he did, that's what happens to him
His soul floats
We cut the lights off and slow coast
Sticks hangin' out each side of the whip
Lookin' like paddles for rowboats brrrrrrrrt
The plug hit by a Tommy, like Lobos
It's death in his future
Nigga you ain't even know it rocko, pronto
I'll have a vato waitin'
Outside ya spot though
50 rounds lettin' this oowop go a ton'll
(tunnel) go through the plug crib El Chapo
Plug talk? Nigga, ya voice doesn't count
Swear to God ya name ain't
David Dosterand you ain't
Go into a courtroom and point niggas out
I don't wanna hear none of that drug talk
You tellin' on niggas? Bring a whole
New meaning to "plug talk"
Right, this shit hear ain't
Nothin' to play about
I don't usually bring news to y'all door
So now we talkin' the paper route (out)
Tay Roc pulls out a document from his jacket

Look at his face, this guy got caught
I ain't even gon' waste y'all time
Let's get straight into that highlight part
David Doster, that's you, right?
I'm only askin' because it
Says you viewed this
Video somewhere before a superior court judge
You tellin' on niggas in court?
That's the worst part and it says he
Identified, "Platinum", "Decky"
"J-Jerk" and "Starks"
I'm not sayin' you're supposed to
Be a felon my nigga
But this case was in '09, you ratted in 2012
You couldn't wait to start tellin' my nigga
Question my nigga
It says in this paperwork that
Your brother got hit in
The face with a bottle and you was there
Why you ain't help him my nigga?
Only thing you helped him do was RAT
On a nigga put hands on him
Ya brother took a bottle to the face
And you took the stand on him

Scuffle breaks out on stage
Work, work, work
Work do your job my nigga don't get emotional
My nigga you're a bol aight do you
Ayo this is how rats act how
Is he actin' tough? He's a
Rat he's a fuckin' rat this is
Real I don't got time
To make this shit up c'mon bruh
I got this from the nigga
He ratted on you shittin' me?
Nigga play with me nigga
That nigga won't come outside he won't come
Outside and I caught him in
The mall the day before yesterday read
It though read it nigga!

Now David Doster, that's you, right?
I'm only askin' because it
Says you viewed this
Video somewhere before a superior court judge
You tellin' on niggas in court?
Is the worst part and it says he
Identified, "Platinum", "Decky"
"J-Jerk" and "Starks"
I'm not sayin' you're supposed to
Be a felon my nigga
But this case was in '09, you ratted in 2012
You couldn't wait to start tellin' my nigga
Question my nigga
Your brother got hit in the face with
A bottle and you was there
Why you ain't help him my nigga?
Only thing you helped him do was RAT
On a nigga put hands on him
Ya brother took a bottle to the face
And you took the stand on him
Fair warnin', you do some dumb shit
It's gon' get you slapped
Ya brother? The Mark Doster
Nigga? A bigger rat i swear to God he is

Listen Smack, these not thugs
And this is public info on judctgov
Shout out to the nigga you ratted on
I can't even take the credit
He tried to give the info to Stumbles
His dumb ass ain't get the message
You're a rat, it's pathetic
That plug talk? Synthetic
I blame ya mama and ya daddy
It's all in ya genetics at first
I thought it was just him and his
Niggas just tryin' to troll me
Nigga said he had paperwork on
You, I told him, "Show me"
After lookin' at it closely I
Realized that it wasn't phony
The nigga got out six years ago but
They gave 37 to his co-d facts!

Fuck you! Clown!
We teach niggas snitchin' a lesson
You lucky that wasn't us
We would've sent him to Heaven
Grippin' a weapon
Hah, you did all that and thought
You could come to battle rap
What your pussy ass thought
This was witness protection?
Tay Roc is in Kyd Slade's face and
Slade moves his elbow out to
Make some space between himself and Tay
Roc, and Roc pushes him
And a scuffle ensues

Fuck you! Clown!
We teach niggas snitchin' a lesson
You lucky that wasn't us
We would've sent him to Heaven
Grippin' a weapon
Hah, you did all that and thought
You could come to battle rap
What? You thought this
Was witness protection?
Free Surf, we don't do no dwellin'
Buyers tell too
Gotta be careful what you sellin'
Get it from the hills
If it's purple we inhale it aye Surf
I can say "free the gang" cause
Now I know who tellin' this rat ass nigga
You play wit' me, I'll hit you wit' one slug
You wouldn't have even made it in
Front of that dumb judge
Tell on us, mama, papa
Daughter and son drugged
But, you hooked to machines
Watchin' MTV 'til you Unplugged
You Chatty Patty
Don't wanna hear 'bout ya drugs no more
Don't wanna hear you rappin' like
You a thug no more
Don't wanna hear you rappin' 'bout
Ya snub no more
We fuck wit' wireless charge and we
Don't need this plug no more
I'ma down this nigga
Smack was really 'bout to crown this nigga
After this don't pound this nigga
Where you found this nigga?
You ain't know you brought a
Rat 'round us nigga fuck gun bars
I don't even wanna rap 'round this nigga
You clown ass nigga
You try to finesse me in a slick way
Bitch play
That blue sky above you? Gon' get grey
If I don't like what a snitch say
Clips spray
Go in his pockets, soon as I get his ID
(Ahdi) BOOM, wit' a Big (g) K
Finding out the plug is a rat?
That shit is straight insanity
Nigga I found paperwork on you
You ain't a man to me
If you would've told on ya man
We would've erased ya family
They would've talked about me killin kid
(Kyd) court like Casey Anthony
It's light man

Roc starts talking shit to Kyd Slade again
And they have to be broken up
Kyd Slade address the crowd before his round
Ayo I don't got no rebuttal
I'ma just keep it tall i got
Subpoenaed outta a jail cell into
A courtroom you can't deny court
From a jail cell i
Had to sit in a courtroom show them
Where I'm telling at you can't i
Never had a co-d in my life ain't
Nobody in jail behind me jerk
Pussy and we down niggas now I'm a
Rap and right after this don't-
None of this extra shit just walk
Around the corner wit' me
You don't wanna fight though i work
Nigga watch i'm certified outside nigga
I'm certified nigga fuck you talkin' 'bout
I'm certified outside nigga what?

Ayo, I know you miss your man, free the Wave
We share some pain wit' him
But before we get into any of these bars
We need to talk cause that nigga told you to
Suck his dick on Neighborhood, sucka
And then you drove to the neighborhood
And start a gang wit' him?
Surf fell on his ass
Grabbed you to bounce back but
You couldn't hang wit' him
Oh but now-a days
We let you tell it you down to bang wit' him
You put in pain wit' him
And if this shit do ever hit the fan
Go to the grave wit' him
Well if you was outside wit'
Ya right hand man
Why the fuck you not on that case wit' him?
Gettin' arraigned wit' him
Sittin' in the courtroom, shackled up
Gettin' pointed at by the main victim?
Eazy, if this is right hand man
Why the fuck he not in the Cave wit' him?
Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!

Niggas battle rap friends! And I can fight!
Watch this! I swear to God watch
This i'ma down this nigga on my
Mother soon as we get out-

Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!
The Feds snatched my righthand man for a Rico
Nigga they comin' to kick my door next
You got some explainin' to do
Matter of fact
We know it's just battle rap so
Let me explain it to you
Like what the fuck is up?
You be constantly on
The internet actin' tough wit' a fuckin' gun
But when niggas came and snatched yo' chain
You ain't up it once
They whooped yo' man's ass on stage
And you ain't up it once
If I was Brizz on sight
You gettin' hit wit' a sucker punch
Snatch you by your thin ass neck
And you get another punch, and another punch
Why don't you tell us why the fuck yo' hands
Never work when it's time to knuckle up
You bitch ass nigga! Chokes

Stop talkin' like a hoe
Cause you a on the low
Blade out, poke a pussy, carve a nigga throat
Or brains out, unload the fully
Carbon in the coat ain't trust Jesus
Nigga I made my profit off the dope
Backpage, had a digital brothel on the low
Harlem Nights, i took some white and I
Locked it in the vault
Money ain't make me bitch
I was poppin' and was broke
If I catch Chess out wit'
Tay I'm targeting them both
And they gon' find you with
Half yo' wig blown out, huggin' Roc
(k) like Martin had to Cole
Najiramba, bare faced chopper hop
Out of Tundra's
Don't run, cause I'm fast wit' a gun
I'll be right behind ya
One stick, put five shooters on it
We stackin' sliders 30 clip
The extendo look like a pack of Mambas
You a bitch
Find ya hotel turn it into Rwanda
Gun Titles? I'll leave you stiff
In a box reppin' Wakanda throw it up
And they all gon' follow like the 'La Bamba'
In the bathroom
Choppin' up china like I'm E honda
Let a MAC shoot
Bang wit' the Heat like Harold Miner
You vagina, I mean bitch to me
We gon' hold down the game wit' no Wave?
The nigga Tay? Is you kiddin' me?
I will issue headstones and put
These pussy niggas under Roc (k) , literally
The stick wit' me, lead ya girl
50 clip in the heater curl
The hammer plastic
That's a 3D printed ratchet like Cita's World
Revolvers pop, the heaters twirl
The gloves on, keep it sterile you all rap
And I can see through the
Cap like Secret Squirrel it's demoralizin'
When your story touchin' our hearts
But, your appeal can't reach
They gave my mans triple life
Basically tellin' him once he died
He still can't leave i heard you was on the
Phone with the muthafuckin' ops
My first thought was get you shot
And it still ain't leave
That's why we brung arms as
Strong as a power forward
In the wheelchair league i slide accordingly
Now hurry the fuck up and rap so these
Niggas can hear some more of me
Gangsta! 1-0 nigga!

Main event me? You better
Be delivering with adrenaline
I'm done bein' a gentlemen this is genuine
No gigglin'
Sharpen a pencil and push ya temple in
In other words
If Kyd outta line better be scribblin'
You listenin'? Yo, you tryin' to check Roc
(k)? Better be dribblin' or the silencer
Ssstt ssstt sound like it's sizzlin'
Shot in the jaw, your blood fly
Feel like it's drizzlin'
Ayo, y'all ever seen a nigga close
His mouth and still be whistlin'?
You tremblin'
The 9 come from the Timberlands
Body with lead, like you a resident of Flint
Michigan new gadget, from Switzerland
They just shipped it in
I can't control this Gizmo, it's a Gremlin
It's lit for him
Why is this cat lyin' about packs flyin'
Or he put bricks on a
Boat and it start capsizin'
Boy, I keep somethin' Ill on my side
Mackk Myron gun butt, straight in
(straighten) Slade wig, it's a flat iron
Gat firin'
I catch him lackin' inside his Jeep
It go through the windshield, you
Then the driver's seat
Suppression on it, when I put up, silent heat
Saved By The Bell oh Slade'll
(Slater) hear is the tires Screech
You the student that I'm tryin' to teach
I swear I'm the best coach
Instead of writin' these rounds
You should've wrote your death note
Leave his chest, throat
Full of bullet holes and TEC smoke
Turn Kyd Slade to Slade Wilson
Give him a Death Stroke
This gat get sprayed, 'matic waved
Comin' at the Cave
We swing through the skies
(disguise) like it's a masquerade
They knew you wasn't winnin'
Alone off my accolades
Today? Just ain't son day
(Sunday) it's Saturday this gat get sprayed
Smack dug this cat a grave
I grab a blade, buck 150
Then you get hit with the aftershave
If I'm catchin' shade, you catch a fade
Dave Olson, Game Of Thrones
I'ma end up draggin' (dragon) Slade
Tay a vet
Why would this nigga wanna play with death?
Talkin' 'bout all the different
Weight he stretch
That's only gon' make me want to
Pull up, where he kick it, wavin' TECs
Takin' china off his road dawg
That's the generation next
It's almost 2023, you still sellin' packs
Prolly i sold soft, Zany, X and I had Molly
I stopped trappin'
Cause, I ain't care if what
I sold would catch bodies
I would come to the ring with the
Scale still on me like Crash Holly
Ask 'bout me
Ain't no finessin' me wit' grams
I had fiends that was fuckin' with
The H like Stephanie McMahon
If it wasn't for rap
I never would stop settin' up shop
Scott Hall vs dwayne Johnson
Razor's Edge to The Roc (k)
Heckler and Koch
Make you a stain on the floor
Put a black cloud over him
Wherever he roamin' rains
(Roman Reigns) gonna pour
Whatchu play wit' me for? 223, chest shot
This one, 23 kid
(Kyd) will turn you to ex-Pac ya breath stop
You must wanna get smacked open handed
Kyd, you bigger than sellin crack
Don't lower ya standards
I retired from sellin' coke in abandons
But get the urge to make up
(makeup) with that white girl
Like L'oreal Paris call me "Roc DaVinci"
I could paint you the perfect pics
I used to juggle work
Now I let these clowns do the circus shit
I tried to turn one into 36
The dope came out the aluminum foil
Brown and the stamps said, "Hersey Kiss"
You heard me bitch get hit wit' a 30 clip
Leave you missin' as if
Twork no-showed this battle
People worried sick (Sikh)
Inf' red on an Arsonal
(arsenal) I'ma merc you wit'
Surf through with a Shotgun
Sound like some Jersey shit
This pipe clap, he won't get his life back
Do him ill, mice trap do him Ill, Ice Pack
Battlin' me in Irving Plaza
Wouldn't go like that i would've hung kid
(Kyd) over a balcony Mike Jack' light bruh

They said
"Slade gon' come to the Civil War stage
And get 30 by-" I think the fuck not
Bitch I'm 9-0 for a reason
I'm one of them Roc with enough Glocks
I'm gon' beat yo' muh- ayo fuck that
Ayo Smack
I really walked away from a drug block
You know I dedicate everything I got to
The stage I miss enough quap
Good performances, haymakers, shake
The building, this where the love stop
I mean
We see all these rappers get hit wit' the
Rico and y'all gave the plug Roc (k)?
What I do wrong? I'm just fuckin' witchu
See tonight Gun Titles the ops
So we gettin' moved on
Like, if I catch Tay wit' the Wave that's 2
5th of the crew gone
Cause you know what happen when the
Driller gets subtitles and Roc
(k) together a tombstone
Get moved on, when the choppers come out
You get chewed on
I done kicked in a few doors my nigga
It's no cappin' i catch Roc and his broke
Ass friends, both lackin', toast clappin'
Impact to ya ribs, you hear bones crackin'
When I send somethin' black at him
(Black Adam) it his Roc (k) in
The chest with a bolt action
See respect is everything and that's what
I demand cause I'm a G
Playin' phone tag with my ops gon'
Get ya stupid ass shot
You better watch what you say
When you talk to me
It's always battle rap 'til this
Shit ain't battle rap
And they gotta get Roc off rock, you know
Scoop that man up out that street
Cause this banana clip so
Muthafuckin' long that
Bitch damn near form a "C"
When I hit the stove and straight drop Roc
(k) , I admit it brung more fiends
What the fuck I gotta put this
Shit in Gun Titles or somethin'?
After I let this straight drop Roc
They gon' have to administer morphine
Grab the blickers, drag a nigga
Twin revolvers, classic killer crucible
UM4 shit, I'm from a class of killers
Me, Sheed, J2 and Foe, top gunners
Sheed out his mind, Foe really wit' it
Glock tucker i'm really a block hugger
Had 2 spin ya strip
Don't be surprised when you see a
Blade slide it's a boxcutter let us pray
Pillow over ya head when the weapons spray
And leave feathers tangled up in
Ya wig like Kevin Gates he's wildin'
A bunch of fly ass niggas, the team's stylin'
Hate comin' in from every direction
Beef pilin'
Had a lab in the back of the crib
Green Goblin ratchet lift
Leave a patch in yo' shit Rasheed Wallace
Two bangers, the original flamer Reed Dollaz
Why don't Roc just act like
A rock and be solid?
My niggas doin' long division we see problems
Surf's sidekick keeps screamin' "Bat"
But we see Robin
Hey Robin, you know Surf just dropped
Got niggas wildin' gwitty voice
"That's nasty's son" why the fuck
You not on the album?
Oh you thought that you was nice?
But those niggas won't even call
You for a fight
Everybody got RB chains except you
Them niggas ain't come and offer you no ice?
Your next address gon' be a grave and niggas
Gon' pay the mortgage with they life
Then it's gon' be an Alaskan winter
Cause, I'ma have Caution mournin'
(morning) through the night
You'se a fuckin' punk
Stop tellin' me you put in all this work
And you legally own a fuckin' gun
You bought your hammer out the gun store
I'm not even eligible to go in one
Send gangstas at you

Bitch ass nigga you don't put
In no work i sat
On the phone for an hour with Frost relax
Send gangstas at you with motive
Them niggas was paid to clap you
HK, SK, AR, FN, aimin' at you
Niggas hop out drawin' a bunch of
Random letters we playin' Scrabble
With no prayers
And that's cause I don't have
Faith I got drugs
And real drug dealers buy drugs plug talk
Say something important and make it real
Nigga make it real you
Gotta make it real you can't
Make shit up with me

You can never be ahead of Roc
You better stop
Nigga 30+ with "Kyd" in his name
That says a lot two guns, Beretta
Glock, I let 'me pop
Turn your strip cheese on a grater
I shred a block when you die
Don't think you gettin' a Heaven spot
Learn from DMX album
It's Dark And Hell Is Hot you talk too much
'We Can't Be Friends' Debra Cox
I stick the knife in a plug
Cause an electric shock
Kyd stop, y'all know this lame never can win
I'll leave Kyd
(Kid) Rock'd and his back pain settling in
Watch Kyd drop
Lose all the feelin' in the legs
That's on him Kid's Bop
Won't be the same every again
I've been a boss though
I ain't cut from just any cloth though
I could've been the plug but niggas like
You gon' get me charged though
I had dimes and dubs of soft
But the 50's hard though
When my moms was sellin' Avon
I was really Marlo
If me and him don't get along
He won't be livin' long though
Ridin' 'round in a mini Volvo
30 in my Dickie's cargo
I'm really awful, keep semi-autos
You piss me off though, I'll
Knock on ya door
Shoot you on Christmas I'm Nicky Scarfo
I could've schooled kid
(Kyd) from my first rap
I heard that you the plug, if so
Where the work at?
Boy, I had fiends smoke a glass
Stem 'til it turned black
If they would've caught me with that shit
They would've put me where Surf at
Watch ya mouth, I don't like to get cursed at
I put a blade in him, reverse that
Then hit his man in the main artery
Burst that
If I hit a couple tee's with a pic
(k) , it ain't a thirst trap
I drive-by, I miss anybody, I swerve back
Get burnt at, turned into ash, you earned
(urned) that take a dirt nap
It was the chopper you heard clap
The barrel long as the wingspan
On a bird back
Think I'm bluffin' 'til somethin'
Under ya shirt crack
He don't believe it's a round
(around) , he prolly think the Earth flat
Where you learn that?
Catch one in ya fuckin' skull
Put a body on the toy
Then hide Kyd (kid) soul like the Chucky doll
You undefeated on the app
I'ma beat this guy the clearest
Takin' this battle with me
Must ain't got a lot to cherish
This guy'll perish, show up to funeral
Show up to his house party
Like I'm a terrorist blaow
Soon as I see Kyd (Kid) pop, I'm Robin Harris
This guy embarrassed
Can't chill out on a porch's where he live
Gauge out
This'll take out a portion of his ribs
Run up wrong, I'ma be forced to air this Sig'
In the hospital
Doctors forced to care for Kyd
The lettuce tucked, don't wanna
Hear your stories, you said enough
Metal clutch
Foot on ya neck I ain't lettin' up
Nigga you call yourself the "Big 7"
You dead as fuck
Can' with the red dot I'm tryin' send 7-Up
Your head'll bust
Everything in ya mind it'll go
No words like Tom & Jerry
The silence will show
The shells out these 9's it will blow
I pull this stick, jackpot
I hit 7 three times in a row
The TEC's slanted, shots in ya chest planted
Ya upper half went over there
I don't know where the rest landed
Get pistol whipped and left stranded
With neck damage if I catch Kyd
(kid) Home Alone like the Wet Bandit's

Long break i pull up like Snoop did
Jodie in his lady whip so many shots
Baby Boy cryin' and think he may be hit
You make me sick
I'll break ya shit, 380 spit air One
Then clean it off like my favorite kick
I can't believe that you the reason
That some niggas did bids
Why even come to battle rap if
You did what you did?
It is what it is, I'm splittin' ya wig
Two guns, I'm scratchin' the serial
(cereal) off like "These tricks are
For kids (Kyds) "
Stick with the Sig', blick at ya head
Let rounds loose bumped in the woods
To find you they'll have to let hounds loose
You won't be viewable at the funeral
This cal' shoot now the casket for Kyd
(kid) can't open, it's child proof
You a wild goof

Rap bro I don't wanna- I wanna
Fight I don't wanna do
Nothin' else but fight I don't
Wanna do nothin' else
Then Kyd Slade addresses the crowd
I gotta say this again cause I don't
Play with my name there's nobody
In jail because of me i ain't
Never told on a soul
Tell him to give it to you
And read it there's no one
In jail cause of me nobody's
In jail cause of me

I'm not the only one that's
Gon' pop my nigga, we all on it
We'll pull up in Edgewood
Find that so called trap you
Got then foreclose it see you in traffic
Follow you to your house with a full smokin'
Catch him on the way inside
Then he died and the police found Roc
(k) propping the door open
Just like that Brizz shit
Instead of fightin' niggas found you
Proppin' the door open squeeze it on him
When I summon the killers had demon's formin'
It's forever on sight like cats and
Dogs no need for talkin' wise guy
Pull up slow with a MAC like Steven Hawkings
Then carefully throw your wife in the
Trunk and proceed with Caution
Nigga slow creep
After you I'm clippin' the whole fleet
Cause, I got zero tolerance and
After I smoke Roc (k) I'ma OD
Nigga say he need powder
I'll bring him a whole ki
But don't nobody want a brick of Roc
(k) with the police bro's sweet
But he's actin' like his burner will dump
Make a leap
From movie caskets to a permanent one
Hold heat
He'real theatric 'til his curtain get shut
Nigga gon' from screamin' "That's light!" to
Gettin' prepped under a surgical one
I'll murder a bum
These niggas already know you'll run
You ain't gotta be a statistic
I'll turn you to one we gotta talk
The man you became, we gotta talk
Who you became ain't the man yo' mama want
You'se a bitch with all these feminine
Ways it's your father fault
I guess it's safe to say that man made Roc
(k) a blade like a tomahawk
I'll take aim at yo' fitted and knock it off
Knock it off!
Stop actin' like Surf that's not ya father
Why the fuck you keep screamin' "AMG
Mode" when you drive a Charger?
Bitch I'll follow you
That's when a 100 plus from the chopper shoot
You ever bought a new phone and
Got one of them European plugs?
We will leave that Charger unrecognizable
Once you see the actual crime scene
Shit get even more vicious
Cause the chopper hit and left his Charger
Bent like it's a short in it
Nigga your thing? That's your thing
Oh and my thing? That's my thing
Until I like what you doin'
Wit' yo' thing and (make it my thing)
I made my name on the strip
Put in pain for my clique
Built my shit outside as an actual stepper
I'll be damn if I let some
Bitch nigga play wit' the shit
Don't be scared of a coffin Roc
You've seen the movies
You was literally made for this shit
And everybody knows Dracula's fake
It's slayed (Slade) wit' a stick
Whatever works for you
Let this little back and forth
And I'm murkin' you
Then he really gon' die from a stake
(steak) to the heart
Nigga shouldn't have took the beef personal
You'se a dead nigga, dead nigga
I'm a gun tucker-
I don't know why y'all talkin'
After y'all die
Who gon' provide those coffins?
I said "y'all" cause you and the whore dyin'
Wet floor sign, niggas even slide on Caution

Some people in the crowd
Starts yelling out "3-0"
Speakin' of Caution when I seen y'all
Prom pictures I liked the screen i said
"Who the FUCK was Bobby
And Whitney for Halloween?"
Y'all looked a fuckin' mess
Like y'all channeled the inner fiend within
Don't you put that funny lookin' bitch
In another shiny dress with
A slick back and present it
As yo' queen again leanin' in
With a right hook that'll lean ya chin
Break ya face make Roc look 16 again
It's GOD and if ya life fucked- man time man
Let's go debo tries to stop Kyd Slade from
Immediately walking off the stage