URLtv, Tay Roc, Chess - Tay Roc vs. Chess lyrics

Almighty! We still cakin' the fuck up!
When this round through
Mehn Tay gettin' fucked up the fuck's up?
Chess is home
Once again y'all finna get the best of NOME
Skin complexion on the Create A Player
It's time to set the tone
Roc, I'm so ready now
My revolver is mean, I stuff shells
Like quarters in the washing machine
They don't even peep how I load metal rounds
Settle down
Or the piece that I got will have
Pieces of Roc on his fellas now
I Will Smith him, and have his body parts on
Other people like Seven Pounds
BLAOW, when I shot the god, the
Kickback caught me by surprise
I gotta aim steady now i threw up the first
But y'all know I'm great for the second round
Catch him doly


Cause, I don't want nobody else to witness
Silencer, boy I stuck my nose in
It like somebody else's business
What made you think you
Could fuck with Chess?
I'm known to put someone in check
You better come correct
I won't hesitate to handle Roc
(k) , like I'm better with my stutter step
I'ma gonna catch a body when I dump the TEC
I mean literally
Catch A body when I dump the TEC
I start from the top of his
Head to his fuckin' neck
Then shoot his fuckin' chest
His stomach next
Then hit Roc (k) bottom, he got nothin' left
His dome splatter, bullet proof
Won't matter when it can't save
You from ya death cans bust, Stone Cold
His whole skull on his fuckin' vest
Glocks will spray and I can show
You how that rifle play
He said I'm not good on his block
That's cool, my shot good from a block away
Honest Tay, you are average, I am great
I mean, roc got his own sauce but
He don't rhyme this way
And I'm feelin' like 'Pac today
Pay attention, there's a difference in
The Juice I got, nigga concentrate
A classic ain't what I'm tryin' to make
I don't care how they rate bodies
I'm here to increase the body rate
Or I can get wifey to give
A long range shot to Tay you got me bae?
Lose your Stacks and Drugz
Soon as my Queens shoot from far Roc away
(Rockaway) nah! I got the K on Roc like
I'm spellin' it the proper way
Speakin' of K
Who the fuck said Shine was safe?
I take blood money then pop the tre
His skull on the barrel, for that green
Slime'll get heated up like toxic waste
He's gon' try to convince y'all
That my lines is fake
And that's cool, y'all can try to hate
I told SMACK I use a bottle to
Make a bowl, he felt for me
That's how I got this plate
SMACK, fuck these old shitty niggas
It's our time roc, you better off lettin'
Your younger stars shine
I mean Ave the most dangerous
Nigga in y'all squad
Even standin' next to Brizz made
You look average bar wise
Cause everything was light until
You partnered with Darkside
I'm not a Dot, but in a row I got mob ties
If y'all gas him, I'll give him the kid
Not the car kind your fat ass hype man
Better not even react to a hard line
Cause these bullets go in and out of
Skinny niggas and the large kind
Through thick and thin
That's why it stay with me
Through the hard times
Them hard times made a youngin' feel
Like he in Hell yo, had to survive
Ain't want mama to see me in jail though
They bust every heavy drug open
Lil' nigga had the bud flowin'
I didn't need to sell coke, see I didn't have
(half) to face white, Reepah Rell flow
But leave (leaf) it to me to line
Him up Adidas Shelltoe

This nigga's pussy and he's a frail hoe
Talkin' like he's gonna creep
Up wit' his heater, hell no
We ain't seen Roc put an arm on Chess
(chest) since the People's Elbow
He got gun bars, nigga my gun's real
I wanna pick a fight witchu
Just to dump steel
Build up a wall, try to cross this line
Bet I'll do you worse than Trump will
Two 9's out of the pants go BLAOW
This gun done, I'ma let this other can' go
(Kangol) wild one stopped blackin'
The other went crazy Raven Symone
Orlando Brown
He done son, drag him out, dump guns
Clap his scalp open up Roc
(k) wit' a dum dum Patrick's house
The fuck is he mad about? Cause
I'm touchin' on him?
Extended clip, to his top
I'm gonna bust it on him monkey bars
That ladder over his head if
I come across him
See I hate when they don't catch lines
Y'all just gon' view an arm goin' over Roc
Like I'm quotin' one of Ave's lines
Who thought I lost to Mr
Straight Like That?that's fine
Y'all know what else straight
Like that? His flatline t slippin'
He ain't nothin' but another Cave victim
Just the truth, respect ya youth
Fuck the age difference
I finished him with crazy bars
That's good riddance from great writtens
Body after body after body
I'm shape-shiftin' cake Lyfe

This is not what you wanted
You be throwin' up a lot in the public
You heard you was battlin' Sir Roc'
(Siroc) and it got in ya stomach
I cock it and dump it at
The top of his nugget
Leave an entry wound the size of golf ball
Exit wound the size of a trumpet
Look like I'm huntin' elephant
You see Roc wit' a musket
I clean ya whole house when I grab
A mop and I buck it (bucket) gloves on
Like a housemaid standin' wit' the broom
But when I start sweepin' all you see
Is dust pannin' through the room
Aye nah, ain't no handlin' a goon
Wrong move and this kid gets it
I pull up on Chess
(chest) , pole under the chin
There's a big difference, sick wit' it
In this ring, I'm a psycho, Sid Vicious
For thinkin' this Kid Rock
He'll get hit wit' a Limp Bizkit (biscuit)
For quick digit's, I grip click
You'll see a can' shootin'
Sign language how you end up read
(red) of the hand movment
Your battle with T Top
Showed me you was a damn student
That Carolina boy got one line on Chess
(chest) like Cam Newton ya plan ruined
Respect I had for him, left at the last NOME
When I clap chrome, caps blown, bald heads
SMACK domes lil' nigga
Act grown before I break a
Half zone of ya backbone you lost to DNA
And I got DNA on my hammer like Taxstone
Watch what you say or get ya
Shit wired like tapped phones
Y'all gon' see him undercover like he
Ain't got his badge shown
I'm back home, and lately my aim bad
Now I'm focused on puttin' a pin on Chess
(chest) like a name tag
The thing blast, straight through his head
That's how I do a kid
Clip in the end before I smoke him
This a Cuban cig' (SIG)
At the top of the buildin'

With the grip on me bangin' on Chess
(chest) , King Kong ain't got shit on me
Aye, ya'll gon' think it's Jordan shoes
That I'm coppin' out the stores
Cause, I wear the nines
But, I be poppin' out with fours
This bitch ring off and
Take everything from him
It know a lot about divorce
If I reach for the tool chest
(Chess) , the ratchet slidin' out the drawers
That's light you ran into the ditch digger
The wig splitter
Get clapped up in ya face then wrapped
Up in The Basement Big Tigger mad targets
I pull out these choppers then get witcha
Bad artist, when I draw all you
See is a stick figure, bitch nigga
Get pistol whipped in a coma that's temporary
The black 40 assisted with the glove
This Kemp and Gary this shit is scary
They told me, "Kill Chess yes
Get him buried"
I'll truck through this lil' kid
That's the beginning of Pet Sematary
Aye, this chopper
Look like some shit from the military
So when I scream
(ice cream) "buck it" (bucket)
They scoop you, that's Ben & Jerry
You fucked, Nina, hit you from the front
That's missionary
I'll make his blood pour on
Stage and get him carried (Carrie'd)
That's light
I show Chess how the hammer feel
I was on NOME 1, you was on watchin' me on
YouTube in ya pajamas still
This an SK, I'll let this banana peel
Don't make me put this S on Chess
(chest) like the Man Of Steel
You silly nigga
Better duck on the semi hit ya
I'll have the docs tryin' to
Save money like penny pinchers
The joint precious but this won't
Be a pretty picture when I squeeze on Chess
(chest) I ain't givin' a titty twister
I'm really sicker
Why bar with you? Get scar tissue
When I let this blade poke out Chess
(chest) like hard nipples have God witchu
I really hope you totin' ya weapon
I'll leave Chess
(chest) top open like inappropriate dressin'
I know he was stressin'
And me? I ain't really concerned
I battled the best
There's nothin' from him I really can learn
My bro Ave, beat ya ass
I had to get me a turn
I use two hands on an arm
That's an Indian burn light bars
Gang shit man

You told Surf
"He'll lose DNA from what you throwin'
Up that's a Chess round" that's mean
Cause, I be fuckin' up and the
Crowd be feelin' let down
And that's a sad thing
Well this round gon' sound mad clean
Like literally, mad clean
Translation: I'ma play the Bishop role
You can have King
I don't care if you witcha bitch
I can make a bad scene
Grab weave then pull her down the block
That's drag queen
Now nigga you been gettin' killed
By Chess since that scheme
Does that mean it's ya night to die? Maybe
Ya wife gon' miss you, but I won't
My sniper eye crazy
I can hit him from a tree top tell Roc
(k) "goodbye baby"
Whoever talkin' foul can die
I always came back when it got crazy
I was Super bold
(Bowl) , lettin' that fif' ring in the field
I'm Tom Brady who came to see Roc play me?
That ain't so smart
SMACK you want this battle to finish?
Tell him to don't start
Or his shit open up on stage
Like when the show start
I stick with steel, pointin'
(point in) around (a round) like
When you throw darts
The birds sing, it ain't an old Lark'
You a middle man, I wait
Til you runnin' ya block
Then run in his block to control parts
Soon as he think he got it

Stamped, I'll be where you post, mark
Y'all praise him like he pop
Berettas and really won't spark
He can be that old
Guy with several transplants
I still wouldn't think Roc a fella
(Rocafella) with the most heart
Drive by if we go spark
Guns out the wagons for geeks
Aim from the car
Clap from the passenger seat
Day at the spa, lay Roc
(k) on his back wit' the heat
If it's actually beef, I'm wit' the shit's
Nigga stay aware, no diss records
I'm gonna address him on
Track like racin' gear delivery boy
I'm at your door if we take it there
380 near cause most of these niggas fake
That's why I stay prepared
Mike Wazowski starin' at his bitch, for one I
(eye) see the snakes in here go 'head
Say somethin' slick cause my lady near
I let the TEC's blam
I ain't wit' all the disrespect man
I catch you writin' 'bout my girl
In my eyes you a dead man it sound dope
But that shit you wrote in that
Book you gon' regret fam'
See this is where Tay Dig
(Taye Diggs) his own grave for tryin'
To be The Best Man
Y'all came here thinkin' Chess play
Til you see Ray with a K clip
And I ain't leakin' sex tapes
When you see the lead spray
I'ma hit ya spine sir (sponsor)
Then let it kick in ya mouth
Now you a sneaker head Tay
Or a pair will leave his face on
His shirt like sneaker head Tay
I'm creepin' my way to the top dawg
I guess gettin' you knocked off will
Help me sneak ahead Tay
That's why he gettin' more bars than
The time my dad served
Don't bother my brother Tai
Or get on my guy last nerve
Cause my guy blast nerds
He don't even scratch it off
Serial numbers on the gun look
Like a wi-fi password
I'ma finish this nigga
And it isn't the liquor when I
Lick shots into his liver
Give it to him without a
Cause like a generous nigga (Then what?)
Then take backs like an Indian giver
I go to B-More
It'll be more lit for this nigga
You can get dropped in ya
Hood like Zimmerman hit ya
Dig a ditch for this nigga
He gon' lay there stiff alone
Stanley Yelnats, y'all gon' find this
Cave man in a Hole, whoa
Who gon' save ya? When I creep in ya
Home and put you in more danger
He scream, "Leave me alone"
I tell him, "No more favors" four flamers
But they don't get the whole meal
What's ever leftover I give to
Next door poor neighbors
Ya homie gettin' sliced if he got swap
I brought razors roll up at the spot
Buck fifty for rollin' paper
What you finna do nigga? I fuck wit' Roc
But he caught me when I was in a mood nigga
See I get physical even if it's a cool nigga
"Flavor" (flavour) "color" (colour) , British words in America, how I get rid of you (U) nigga
Nigga you, made a big mistake
Cause it was planned for you
To die behind bars
Who thinks he can escape?
Well that's really great
Cause, I drew the blueprint on his body
I'm Michael Scofield in Prison Break
Who's shovin' Chess off a table today?
Razor to Tay, watch me shave Roc
(k) off this dinner plate cake Lyfe

I know times get hard, but
What's stuck in my mind
Is you cut a bottle to make a bowl
Why not use the biggest cup you could find?
That's why this ass whoppin'
Is outta my control
How is it this kid got money for
Weed but can't buy a bowl?
SMACK, what are you payin' him?
You ain't gave him the loot before?
You got him out here tryin' to convince
Niggas that he was super poor
I'm the type to shoot the five wit'
You and then shoot the four
Mask up, then start flippin' out
That's a Luchador
You body me? I might doubt it
I strike 'bout it, this struggle
Shit I write 'bout it, my life 'bout it
You ever been backed in a corner
And had to fight out it?
You ever had to break a bottle
And make a knife out it?

FACTS! I doubt it!
Smack gets in the middle and separates them
You ever had to break a bottle
And make a knife out it? I doubt it
It ain't nothin' you ain't ever did for real
You got two liter bowls and ain't got
Nothin' in the fridge for real
I don't give a fuck if you've
Been strugglin' to live for real
I'll tie somethin' 'round your neck and have
You strugglin' to live for real
Believe it's insane, them heaters will bang
Chef Trez
Off top I hit him with three of them thangs
Respect life or get bodied
That's an even exchange
I remove the icing off a Cake
That mean I'm keepin' ya chain
You can't handle that old Roc
That was a teenager
I put ya face in front of a MAC
That's a screensaver
Strapped with a green laser
He thought he was safe at his mom crib
I caught him slippin' on a
Porch like a dream chaser
Play, and get a hammer in ya face
I have him wearin' Rest In Peace shirts
And lightin' candles for the Cake
And it ain't even my birthday, wait
My birthday in 20 days
That's why I took him for
Some early birthday Cake
I dominate, I'm an ape
I blackout and fire eight, I
Almost took SMACK White Out, my mistake
You try and skate, I get close range shank
I have ya throat hangin' under ya grill
That's a propane tank
I know they ain't fuckin' wit' me
My presence is felt
If you don't book you'll lie buried
(library) with ya head on the shelf
I made this blade, to better myself
It's somethin' like an icicle
I stab you wit' it and the evidence melt
I don't care if you had to make
Bowls out of a two liter
Or if ya mom had to sell
Pussy to get ya new sneakers
If you don't give me two meters
I be too eager
To let these collaborate wit' ya face
And knock out a few features
I run down on his bitch with a new heater
Stomach shot, her eggs die
(dye) , I can't wait until Easter
I grab a TEC, if I'm that upset
You better have a vest
Cause if this second hand smoke
It's bad for Chess (chest)
I ain't nothin' like none
Of them cats duckin'
That's bluffin', questionin' me
Gon' make me ax (ask) somethin'
Nigga you will get hit wit' a deuce
When the strap dumpin' he fall, I re-deuce
(reduce) him
I'm tryin' to subtract somethin'
Gun Bar King, the Heckler bustin'
I wet up somethin'
You wanna ride in my lane?
Follow the set instructions
I'm never frontin'

This will give you the best concussion
After this, Chess (chest) won't be the same
That's a breast reduction that's LIGHT!
These choppers? Come with a stand
When I'm blammin' 'em
So many bullet holes the doctors
Gotta stand and examine him i'll handle him
These hammers will damage him
I'll find a hole in the
Ground and plant Chess
(chest) in the ground like Pamela Anderson
That's light
He thought I was gonna play wit' him
Is he jokin'? Fuck wit' Roc
Get hit with the piece
(peace) of the hip he (hippie) smokin'
Code word: Designer clothes, I'm semi holdin'
And aimin' at the eyes on Chess
(chest) that's Fendi clothin'
I tried to tell him that this
Ain't what he want from me
Battle rap is not a job this
Shit is fun to me
Fuck a scheme, angle, punch
It's 'bout a gun to me a gun

Yo, he claim he the Gun Bar King
When I'm the nigga that really let it off
Stunt double, when it comes to them clips
I do the things he gettin' credit for
Y'all only write it in a metaphor
These grown ass men be tellin' lies
My name in the mix with these chumps
Y'all would never find
Cause, I really get respect for mine
Check my background
Boy, I'm solid as a Ro- nevermind
There's no way he puttin' Chess in line
I'm not the one you sonnin' scrap
Troy I'll palm the shit out ya man's face
I ain't wit' none of that you SMACK gunner
Don't become the nigga I'm gonna smack
Try me Aak, mine will pop
Ya Silver Surfer vs Tsunami was kinda hot
But, I'll leave this bitch Invisible
Stretch niggas and fire tops
I keep a Fantastic 4
This Thing will body Roc (k)
BAOW! I spray you
BAOW! BAOW! I give Tay two
Then it's the Dudley Boyz
Then three of these crashing through Tay boo
(table)
Spray who? Nigga you ain't got no burner
If you do
Finish ya job cause if y'all don't murder
Them shots increase the beef
Like a Mondo Burger so get focused
Cause these hands is explosive left
Right, get clapped back and
Forth like hypnosis
Dope shit, I'm gritty wit' it
You better listen bitch or turn your
Back 'til a semi hit it, chip his disc
Like Michael Black kid gettin' jiggy
Wit' it, slit his shit
Now he Michael Jackson in
The 'Thriller' gimmick
Shit is vicious, take a
Scalpel and pull scalps
Make a quick incision get tied up
I didn't draw but this still
Was a split decision
If I punch a nigga in his
Mouth while a nigga spittin'
Somethin' break in between
Battles intermission
You was health walkin' in this mission?
Til I pop a fresh round in his mouth
Now let's see who leaves in mint condition
Get picked for your ice next
Ya neck will get an ice pick up in it
If I back out, I really hit him
He assed out
When this Calicoe gettin' pulled
(pooled) and I ain't skinny dippin'
This my house now lil' nigga
You get to bitchin' and get to whippin'
Don't even touch nothin' in the kitchen
If you want somethin' out my
Fridge you better get permission
And use manners bastard
And stand there and wait until
You get an answer after
Or I'll spit on my backhand and smack ya
Nah, my man will smack ya
But that yappin' bitch? Just for me
And the shit I brought here
(hair) will 'lax her
When I'm done layin' her flat
Tre on his cap Chance The Rapper
You can jig him with the
Rusty shit will stab ya
You can get the old kitchen
Knife or the fancy dagger
Either way they kill him
Poke him to the floor
I ain't even pull it out
Shit he just may lay there
With a melee in him
Fox News "Reporting live about
A Cave Gang victim
With 11 stab wounds and his
Brains ain't in him
People haven't found anyone to
Say they witness"

His mother crying cau-cause
Cryin-cry-crying cause her bae
Bae baby missin' she don't know what to do
She grabbin' on cops like
"You better pray they get him
So you mean- this shit isn't right
You mean to tell me this killer livin' his
Life and my lil' Tay Tay isn't?
When will justice be served? Whatever
Happened to true law?"
"I'm sorry ma'am we're doing
Everything we can" "Well do more!"
Fuck that, y'all get the picture
I got a question for you dawg
Why the fuck you battle K-Shine
And joined his crew dawg?
Why you battled Surf, then y'all teamed up?
Why you battled Brizz then put him down?
Why Brizz and T Top
Joined opposite squads that's
Rivals instead of just makin' a team up?
See that's somethin' I think I never will get
But, it's struggle this, struggle that
Well you need to feel this
As your pops you real shit
Stop bein' dick riders and switch siders
Connect the two teams just to make
A new team to kill shit play ya cards right
And always watch who you deal wit'
Cause they ungrateful
You can get killed by a nigga you kill wit'
Know who you eatin' meals wit'
Tryin' to see a mil' wit
Cause them same niggas you givin' 'em chips
Will dip shit, I done went half and half
Wit' niggas that still split
That's real shit
But some of my niggas left cause of death
It wasn't they decision
And I ain't forget him
I couldn't tell if they was safe or not
Shit I'm just tryin' to touch bases wit' 'em
Tay say he grippin'
But are you blastin' cause of beef
Or do you spray for chicken?
As a youngin' I learned it made a difference
Between shootin' for ya life and shootin'
Just to make a livin'
So let me hear you talk somethin'
Thought so, they all frontin' mini clip
I load the round like
A Snapchat record button
Show up to his crib, about 4: 00 somethin'
Wit' a Tommy nigga, unlimited round
Blllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
SMACK you better time me nigga
Nah, I'll put him in a coma
He woke up but ain't remember how
To move his body nigga
Now he in rehab, learnin' how to walk again
Lookin' like Mr wavy with the zombie nigga
Cake Lyfe, Cave Gang, we almighty nigga

I was thinkin', this round, should I angle
Scheme or punch the nigga?
Or catch him on an anglescheme
Then punch the nigga
I'm mad at you, this pound will hashtag you
You better pray longer than that hoodie Red
Had on in the Ave battle nigga
Aye, don't talk about how
You be clappin' chrome
The battle on BET, UFF
You needed a chaperone
When I was 16, I told my mom
Leave her ass at home
Cause any second a battle rap could
Turn into a battle zone
The good die young, cause of their innocence
You say you on some grown shit but you
Use that young nigga shit to your benefit
I'll get him hit, send the Pit's
Feed him to the dogs
They gon' take out ya ligaments in increments
I say what I want and just
Laugh when niggas get mad
Like I could put a kid in
Ya mom and be ya stepdad no, really
I could've put dick in ya mother box
And made you a crack baby
What's that? The son of Roc (k)
My gun'll pop, in a grave
You'll be headed there fast
Caskets ain't got the same mattress
That every bed has
My block? You would never dare pass
38 and it hold dum dums
This a special ed class
Aye they ain't tell you my style type gutter?
Give you a buck 50
Now you and Steams can smile like brothers
My pal might cut ya, I'm a wild type fucker
Extended clip, danglin' out the Cal
(cow) like udders as far as the streets
I'm hands on like I'm readin' braille
You about to get out barred and
You don't need a bail
I'll leave Chess missin'
The cops gon' need a trail
Shit they found his eye ball in
(eyeballing) a Zip, he don't need a scale
I'm never off it
They think that this cat slackin'?
Well I'm Lex Luthor
Torture rack and I'm back snappin'
I'll back smack him
Front til the gat clap him
When you see my Migos wit' a
Lil' Uzi they ain't trap rappin'
This bitch Bad And Boujee
Can't wait to use this K
Stock cap, I cock that
I run up and give you toolie play
Catch Chess in front of his bitch
Do 'em a gruesome way
Have his bitch holdin' up Chess
(chest) that's a bustier
Stop now, before I let a shot blaow
Or blllll
Rapid fire will change how this Glock sound
Keep a toaster on me
For the bread you'll get shot down
Meaning even if he beg he'll
(bagel) bite on a hot round and after you
Your bae will bite on a hot round
No games played
Your mother and Steams is the same age
They rode the school bus together
They was in the same grade
I hope I got you mad

I ain't come to play with cuz
I came to get under Chess'
(chest) skin, that's Vicks Vapor Rub
Perfect demeanor, I purposefully beat ya
Get hurt wit' a cleaver
Choppin' through his sternum and femur
Love & Hip Hop
You'll get murked with a heater
This ratchet on my side will
Break up his family, ask Kurt and Rashida
I've been back in
You thought you was gon' get that win
Too bad that I've been in that gym
Let your campaign talk, I'ma hit that chin
Your teeth pop out like a champagne
Cork and won't fit back in make me dumb out
That's when the beast come out
I'm lookin' for him on his block
And everywhere that he hung out
I'm in his project elevator
Hoping that this geek come out
Soon as Chess bored
(board) that 32 piece come out
Nigga you gon' beat me? (Still niggas lyin'
Tell him like I told the others
I don't feel niggas rhymes
Who you foolin' with them
Steel grippin' lines?
Tell him, fuckin' with me he'll get smacked
We on real nigga time)