URLtv, Tay Roc, K-Shine - K-Shine vs Tay Roc lyrics

Yo, I told my niggas I got a new vic'
They said, "Kick his ass" i said
"The lil' dusty nigga that battled Clips"
They said, "That nigga trash"
I said, "I know
I just hope my PO don't get my ass
Cause, I'ma chop Roc
(k) in so many pieces she gon' think
I'm tryin' to sell nickle bags"
My fifth'll grab, any nigga life
Put a Hawk to it
He leakin' information out ya mouth
'til I cork screw it yeah he live in B-More
But he ain't never walk through it
Cause he ain't livin' in 'The Wire'
He just talk through it
I said I'd have been Marlo
He'd have been Omar i'd have gave blue out
You would've gave blow jobs
I would've been stretchin', that white tan
Tryin' to make that flow spark
You would've been naked with a white man
Soon as the show start
Tay, what'd I start? I should buy him a robe
But he got this little image
That he tryin' to uphold
Well you better be swift on your feet
Before you die on your toes
And yo' bitch on one knee lookin' at her Roc
(k) in a box like he tryin' to propose
You was a weirdo, fake glasses
Nose full of snot
The nigga the bitches laughed at
Gettin' curved on the block
So all that talk about how
You superb with your Glock
Make me feel like Willy Wonka
I gotta put another Nerd in the box
They got lil' Tay Roc stealin' radios
Tryin' to dick hop
The game gassin' him like
"Go 'head be like yo' damn pops"
But he ain't see you peakin' out
The window with that gauge cocked
It'll leave a nigga South Central
Like he Jay Rock his team like, "Tay stop"
You ain't got asthma
Why you wheezing and sweatin' homie?
He like

"I was mindin' my own business 'til them
Niggas pull they weapons on me
Next thing I know there's a
Thousand niggas steppin' on me
I squeeze and hop in the truck thought
You niggas was never gon' find me"
Now he performin' the next show through
A tube like he Teddy
Everybody think this a nigga
That I'll plainly kill
He just had one foot in the casket
The other one on the banana peel new screw
Had to show him how the hammer feel
So he might love New York but he
Ain't never had a chance for real
When it's time to blam the
Steel, that TT rowdy, he hesitatin' to do it
That TT cowardly, but we squeeze proudly
When I shoot like a Coupe
It be off with his roof had that TT outty
(Audi)

K-Shinethis is play time
You like a pet dog, and
You sound like Rex's dog
I'ma call you "K-9"
Open my ears, let me hear all them Tay lines
About how you gon' chop Roc
(k) up in eight dimes
I heard I lost to Charlie
Clips about eight times
He gon' say it in one of his
Verses so that's gon' make nine
Try and take mine, I'm like a director
I'ma cut
Then let him take five like it's break time
I ain't lyin'
Money climbin' and the checks be nice
My big loc got coke for the Pepsi price
You was actin' before you went in the can
You came home still actin'
I swear you gotta be Wesley Snipes
And I ain't shook for real
I grab my Blade and was Passenger 57
On that Money Train to Sugar Hill
When a nigga say he looked out, look for real
Cause like we fightin' at a cookout
I'll push ya grill when I go to pull out
Don't try to jooks the steel
You'll get yourself shot in the eye
Just like you Bushwick Bill
I don't know if y'all seen
Him battle Millennium L's but
He recycled one of them verses
To battle Goodz for real i did my homework
If not I wouldn't have known that
You the type to recycle writtens
We don't condone that
How you battle me with a style
And you don't own that?
Rex need to take time out
To tell his clone that
See takin' this battle gonna cost you one
You got your whole swag from Rex
Nigga you his foster son
Let's talk about your battle with Goodz
You really did the best that you could
And you lost that one
Use your brain, you should be real ashamed
You gon' get the Kaboom treatment playin'
Me for a Philly Swain
Why you think this shit a game?
My niggas bored
Used to pistol whippin' a nigga is
Somethin' to keepin' 'em entertained
I'm like an 18 wheeler doin' 85 and
You like that hooptie that's doin' 30
Don't get in my lane

When that Smith And bang
It's a wrap when you in that box
These niggas gon' swear Christmas came
It's the Gang, Cave man clique all authentic
You niggas get shit twisted than
You all can get it
I'm that nigga you gotta show
That you palm your biscuit only don
(Dawn) you know is dish washin' liquid
You know I get it and when
It come to a dividend
If Slim actin' Shady then I'ma crack his M&M
(Eminem) with these I put the beats on
A nigga better than Timbaland
I'm the type to give a
Nigga toast with no cinnamon
Why they call you "K"? You
Don't own one chopper
Why they call you "Shine"? You
Ain't shoot one Llama
If niggas make me get reckless
Like a drunk driver
TEC without that silencer
Spit louder than Un Kasa bet one dollar
That I can have ya bitch whenever
Kick the heffer out the crib
Leave her with one slipper like Cinderella
And you ain't gettin' cheddar
Give him a brick, this nigga
Like a paralyzed gymnast
He ain't flippin' never i'm feelin' better
Fuck whoever can't stand me
That Caveman Gang is one helluva family
You swing on me
I'ma put you in an L 'til this man sleep
Then niggas gon' stomp you out
Like an elephant stampede
Now I know you felt that elephant punchline
I got more, you want war? That's shotgun
Elephant trunk size you ain't on my level
I'm only tellin' you one time
Like broad daylight
Niggas can tell I'ma son Shine (sunshine)
Easy! Light bars nigga

You about 10 pounds soakin' wet
No wonder you get no respect
I should let these golf balls
Stretch through that cardboard chest
Cheerleader actin' wild
Get his pom pom's wet
Tryin' to come through with a crowd
Were we all armed? Yes
It'll be a man down once
That four arm stretch him
A Rocky knockin' out his crowd I'm the wrong
(Ron) Artest
You the nigga all the girls used
To kick in the balls
Nigga slapped ya face and by ya drawers
You was 23 still gettin' sent to the store
Now you on 'Maury'
Another son tryin' to fit in New York
I'm pissed off
Lord knows when I'm so pissed
It could turn into a card
Game when tote fifths
Slowly let my 9 aim then I go spit
Throw his body in the water
Tell the cops to Go Fish
Go crazy with this 8 or I could draw 4's
Cut him like a spade when he go board
Leave him with a scar or I can get
'em all when I pull a nigga card
I declare War! Now everybody from New York
That scraped you intensely
We defuse you like a bomb
Then skate with ya pennies
You only beat Kaboom to go play out in Philly
Cause you Lebron, you'll never get a chip if
You play in the city
But ain't that I didn't been in
I handle my biz
GC said, "Get in there and let
Ya spirit show" I said
"No go i'm 'bout to show his"
ACS when that drama's on, snatchin' on kids
Get 'Ready To Die', Notorious
You actin' all BIG
I'm clappin' on wigs, leave 'em traumatized
Homicide, that chicken with that biscuit
I'll leave this nigga mama fried
You lookin' like you tryna die
Ya conscious off balance
They just got me standin'
Here exposin' this cat
Talkin' that he let off

We know he ain't wildin' Tay wouldn't let it
Ring if his phone was off silence
Cause you ain't nothin' like a G
You just act wild
And you don't really want this beef
This is mad cow and you delicate, mad frail
Make sure the coroner put you
A box that say "fragile"
You don't wanna get clapped down
You should chill faggot
Soon as the target go bananas I peel at it
'Takeover', I leave his grill splattered
Or I give him 'Ether' I be feelin'
Like Nas with that steel 'matic
('Stillmatic') mook what he sayin'?
I don't know

I should run up on his lame ass, aim blast
Let his brain crash
Start shootin' like Rip with the same mask
Or run up on his whip leave a stained dash
Change mask cause I'm overloaded like a
Aaliyah in the plane crash
Bring a chopper through, pop a shot at dude
Skate past to a hospital
I split this Roc in two, I got Dame Dash
It be Pac Man with all them
Dots but his game frozen
MAC-10 like Photoshop, move his frame over
Wish he would come through icey
Without that thing on ya pull after pull
Make his Jesus take it into that
Head I'm a chain smoker zip 'Em Up!

Niggas said I should've have
Tooken this battle
Cause he was sittin' on buzz
But he's sittin' on Earth and
I'm sittin' on Mars
Ya punches ain't hittin' hard
Them Similac infant raps
Bar for bar bein' Kodak couldn't picture that
Wouldn't happen right?
So why he actin' like he eatin' Tay
Rocodile when you ain't got that appetite?
By the way K you couldn't fuck wit' K if you
Was havin' ya best day and
I was baddest night
And nah nigga, I ain't stingy when it come
To beef I'm givin' out hollow tip treats
You can have a bite
Don't be slippin' cause I'm slicker
Than a patch of ice
The Smith And will take you off this
Earth it's like a NASA flight
My shooters on top of the
Roof like a satellite so come to my hood
You'll get left if you ain't actin' right
Niggas got license to kill
No Gladys Knight and before I heard Lil'
Webby I was livin' a 'Savage Life'
You the average type so
Niggas don't notice him
I know a snake when I see one
You got cobra skin I don't care if he 30
Deep with his soldier men
I'll roll up on him and sit
Him right next to Soulja Slim
RIP, forgive me cause I'm goin' in
I'ma do more than beat him, I'ma over win
And it's over when your girl see you lost to
Roc nigga you gon' be
'Living Single' like Overton
You a fuckin' bowlin' pin, easy to neutralize
Since they treat you like you
God now you gettin' crucified
Niggas ain't mindin' they business
Gator suit and tie
In the casket lookin' like
Jimmy Snuka Superfly
I would ask you a question like
"Do you ride?"

But, you gotta be specific 'bout
That cause you don't drive
I hate you, hurry up and die
You a thief, you get followed
Around in every store like
"Hurry up and buy"
This fuckin' guy get me pissed
I'm gettin' psychotic
I'ma start throwin' these fists
Mook gon' try and stop it, Bucks
Gon' suplex Mook, Rex get blindsided
I get that whole Mobb Dot-ted
Listen, I been the shit
After I start it I finish it
Erase your squad
Only nigga I'm sparin' is Nemesis
You must wanna have your name
On that injured list
It's my time and y'all played
Out as Sega Genesis
My flow is sick this nigga ain't
Hot he cold as brick, we know you bitch
So why you pose like a
G when that photo flick?
After you I'm 'On To The Next'
One like Hov and Swizz
You wouldn't be fuckin' with us if
You was a bowl of chips
And I hear you ain't so
Legit on the grapevine

I bang out like a car with cut break lines
Don't tell me you bust 8's and spray 9's
Everything you say is make up
(makeup) , you Mary Kay (K) -Shine
Come to my hood, Edgewood, Aberdeen
I'm really fire kerosene
Gasoline, where niggas will do
You greasy Vaseline give you enough bucks to
Make the Forbes magazine
Come on man, get him outta here

This the type of shit that
Be killin' me the most when these frail
Bitch niggas believe the fake shit they wrote
Talkin' 'bout how he blast off
Semi's with the toast
You Casper when it's beef
You Friendly and you Ghost
You don't bust no guns
You don't cut no throats
When niggas bust you run
Fall and fuck up ya clothes
I wish you would pull ya little
Switchblade I'll take it and pose
Like Rottermans
Flick that shit right in ya nose
His mother's a crackhead
Her sister's her clone i said, "I gotta Roc
(k) left" and them bitches explode
She'll shoot her in the chest
She'll shoot her in the dome you get served
That's how I killed two birds with one stone
Motherfuckin' gun buster, nigga I be that
Had this nigga lung gushin' where
The lye be at
Chest out, arms in, where the IV at
And the doctor gettin' stressed out
"Where his ID at?!" believe that
It ain't up for discussion you get your whole
Egg cracked if you come with a dozen
Now you got your shit patched
He can't even function he gotta wear a hat
That say "under construction"
I'm like Singular, I'm raisin' the bar
Your career wouldn't take off on
A mission to Mars it be like a dealership
When this nigga get robbed
He get stuck with that Mag
Now he can't get outta Dodge
Niggas get cut in jail and figure they hard
When if ya type depend then get swiped
Again it's like a benefit card
You a used car
Niggas gas you up to ride out
Wit' when them guns clap
But, your motor clickin' cause you
Don't really want that
Or your seat belt's broke
You only got one strap

And the battery died and doc can't
Get him to jump back
Rhymin' impressions 'bout how he
Pull his Glock out at a free bar this nigga
Wouldn't give a shout out
Have his head like a sun visor
With his whole top out
Cruise through like on a Rubix Cube
I twist his whole block out
You flowin'down shit's creek without a paddle
Catch a few slugs in that hat
In the hoodie in this battle
You better break fast
(breakfast) or be bakin' (bacon)
From the barrel on the sunny side up
With your whole eggs scrambled
Computer thug, Tay be pushin' keys
In a chat box
Scroll like a mouse, click on him
Make my MAC hot
To the burner, eject out the last shot
Put this nigga head on his legs, he a laptop
I said, "TT it's time" and he said
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout it's time?"
I said, "TT I got my 9", he said
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout ya 9?"
I said, "TT say 'goodbye'" He said
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout goodbye?"
He like Gary Coleman, he gon' say
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout?" then die!
All these chicken heads around me
Got it lookin' like I voodoo
Had the top of this nigga
Head lookin' like a poodle
I put that work around you
But don't let it soup you
Cause if you romin' (Ramen) in them packs
I'ma microwave ya noodle
I make his bitch lick her lips
Give me good top
Treat 'em like DNA's and let the hood pop
Fuck findin' a telly
We roof her like a good rock
Have his bird on dawg
(dog) house, she like Woodstock easy!
Zip 'Em Up!

You ain't heard me? Then you
Ain't heard the greatest
He remind me of them niggas that did
They thing but didn't get that ring
Boston vs The Lakers, I'll hurt you haters
Or like the Brave when you niggas jump me
Now and I survive to murk 'em later
Do me a favor
Stop actin' like you guys is rich
I ain't talkin' wealthy when I
Say you guys is Rich
Cause if Rich Porter only knew you
Was doin' what you do
He'd put his soul inside Alpo
And go upside ya shit he like
"Roc switched it up" He's surprised as shit
This nigga lookin' heated
Well nigga try some shit it's Cave Gang
Respect and recognize the shit
Or get stomped out like R kelly when
He was fuckin' Ron Isley bitch
I'll murder you lyrically
So how you fuckin' wit' this?
Ya sparrin' partners ain't even got
More punches than this
Kill yourself after this battle
Start cuttin' ya wrists cause you a bitch
Fam' you better off suckin' a dick pause
If it's drama time I'ma settle it
Let's talk about how I'm killin' niggas now
And that one loss is irrelevant
Cause, I'm on my shit
Better than I ever been
I'll whip a nigga 'til the bone
And show his fuckin' skeleton
See he gelatin

This nigga wouldn't break a rule
I never paid attention in class
I sold haze in school i change ya mind
If you think playin' Tay is cool i'll clap
We turn this nigga to a statue
He won't make a move i got plenty shooters
Niggas will chase him down, tie him up
Toss him in the trunk of a Mini Cooper
So tell him settle down
He tryin' to test K I got an
SK that'll bulldoze and level clowns
Spin his head around 'til he got back pains
I'll leave this nigga wheezy
(Weezy) when he see this MAC (Mack) Maine
When I clap thangs I be on that cold shit
Bitch I leave you with no sense
(cents) like exact change
I let that bat swang and
Make a nigga cap crack
So play ya cards right like it's Blackjack
And once I back smack you
You won't get a smack back
I'll slap this bitch up on
Camera you Kat Stacks and that's that
I'll eat you and eat the rest in this ring
You'll lyrically get beat to death
I don't trip if a nigga think he's the best
I'll give him the crown and shoot it off him
I'm DMX it's killin' season and I ain't
The one to even test you geekin'
I'll leave this pussy leakin' PMS
I be snappin' out, niggas calm Roc
One of my verses is similar to a bomb drop
Everything you spit is like a
Half court jumper cause your
Verses ain't fuckin' wit' mine by a long shot
I'm the don Roc
As far as hard rock I buy for cheap
Sell it for more pawn shop
You niggas sleepin' on me
Where's the alarm clock

I keep a shooter for all that Jazz
I call 'em John Stock'
Catch him on the wrong block
Then that cannon blammin'
And it'll take his ribs
Out like Marilyn Manson i'm in the hood
I don't live in no Maryland mansion
Hazard County king
I got the whole Maryland chantin'
When I'm in the ring they like, "Get him Roc"
I go hard
They should call me "Tay Cinderblock"
Damn right this nigga's hot and
Watch ya temper Aak
Cause when the pistols pop you'll get
More than your pimple's popped
Get ya dental's rocked
Catch a fuckin' temple shot
Watch him curl up like the
Hair Shirley Temple got fuck outta here