URLtv, JC, Tay Roc - Tay Roc vs JC lyrics

Just know in one of these rounds
I'ma do you somethin' tragic
Which means either you gone get bodied
Or have a fuckin' classic
I’m the one that spazzes
Treat every battle like Summer Madness
Sleep on me 'til that comfy
Bed become a casket
Faggot, did Smack sign you up to die or what?
Good with the clippers
I bet he fade when I line him up
The 9 is tucked and this iron buck
If you try your luck like you’re drunk
Take a shot to the head: that’s bottoms up
I’m bein' blunt, but you ain’t high enough
I’m the type to kick it with you then
Kick in ya door and tie you up
I caught him with his bitch
I had time enough
I whipped out my blade and laid my MAC down
She knew I wasn’t tryna fuck goon shit
In this hockey mask like a Mighty Duck
With a hockey stick I’m treatin' his
Head like a hockey puck
His head woulda had enough knots
But that’s not enough
I beat this nigga like the soda
Machine when my dollar’s stuck
We take change like a Spade’s game
Get your diamonds cut
We strapped with them ladders in the
Whip: that’s a fire truck
That shotty dump, leave drama slumped
Docs ain’t seen nobody with this many
Bucks on him since Donald Trump time is up
Let me catch you with your soft squad
I take every shot with no
Assist: I’m a ballhog
I don’t leave a witness to call log
Like I’ll get you hit with a sawed-off
And every nigga that saw off’d
That’s wordplay, I got plenty more though
Like if it’s war and they send me
All you’ll get hit with a semi-auto
This nigga act up tonight
He won’t see tomorrow
Money shoulda left me alone like
I need to borrow
Dig me? You an actual dead guy gun Bar King
Niggas get clapped when the lead fly
You’ll be suited lookin' like
A bachelor just died
Leave you layin' in a casket that’s
Half of his bed size
That’s how I pray for all of them
Your daughter and ya aunt and them
You gotta call 9-11
My niggas plain bomb on them
I’m like fuck you and your squadron
I always look in a bul's
Eye when I’m targetin'
Pardon him but dude is trippin'
'Til I turn into Bishop off
This Juice I’m sippin' but the difference
I can shoot through houses with
This tool I’m grippin'
These choppers hold extensions
But this new edition
Through the scope I could hit kids
I got super vision
I can clear a lot when this Uz' sprayed off
I went to Newark and dropped a
K and copped a new AR
That’s two guns to knock his toupee off
I let one ring
One on hold: that’s a two-way call
You ain’t hard
I don’t believe whatever you confess
I got navigation for whatever you address
I’ll get you robbed for
Whatever you have left like exorcisms
Takin' him off of whatever he posses
I got bars, gun line after gun line, in fact
You saw what I did to
The last rookie from Pontiac
I sent his soul where Rich Dolarz at
You see URL need some type of
Magic to bring that Zombie back
I fuck niggas up
More than likely a fag dyin'
I’ll leave a golf ball hole in
One when I grab iron
JC, you ran into Roc at a bad timin'
You the second Pontiac I fucked up
I got bad drivin'
I take what I want, there’s no askin' him
I couldn’t wait to punch his mic around
Joe Jackson him
It’s only right that I’m toe taggin' him
Close casket him
Have bullets goin' in and out
Of Carter: dope traffickin'

Ayy, this a big business
You gotta become a savage in seconds
Make a lastin' impression and stick with it
Now this could either help you or harm you
And I ain't exactly been
Known for gift givin'
Besides, every arm I've ever lent
Done had clips in it
Now you can stand here and act
Like this can't turn up
You've been awfully quiet
But, if I get bored with
You, a board hit you
Nigga I'll start a riot
I tried to tell him right when he
Signed he was out of his mind
But y'all wanna ignore this shit
Now I'm torchin' the 5th
They gone have to wrap him up
And get spatulas for what the coroners missed
Now them basic rhymes
But, I'm facin' time for
These innovative lines
They played rewind, said you was nice
Basically lyin'
Now you get all throwaways, watch
Just for wastin' my time
One call, your fam missin', I'm van whippin'
He usin' a bus pass
I pass bustin' past the bus
Caught him in public tran-slippin'
But what you want me to do?
You want me to flip your little bars and
Tell you who you lost to? See
That's where these boys lost
I ain't even give a fuck about who
You were until the coin toss
But they all know me
Right? And dog not waitin'
And a portion of that come
From my Kevorkian practise
I damn near lost all my patience
Now to them
That could mean absolutely nothin'
To him, that's a bad life
That passion gone get him past Christ
When niggas see the shit from my pen
Men ship-jump
I write that nice! (penmanship)
A nigga showed me a picture of Roc
And said "You wanna throw darts for fun?"
I said elaborate, he showed me
A list of names, said target one
I said you know what? I don't
Care about NONE of them niggas
He said you sound like all of us
So y'all talk to son and
Let him know y'all knew
He was a bitch before I called him one
But y'all think this a
Match? Well y'all trippin'
You the reason kings sacrifice pawns nigga
Push that button, all you gone see is men
In black and cars flippin'
Y'all victims, y'all can play that
But we're preditors, we breed better
Y'all need effort
Even though they sayin' your quotes
They think you a joke: you Heath Ledger
Now let's just say this a even match
And believe in fact you are
Nice and they didn't lie
You got me, so you don't know
Whether you're bein' rewarded or penalized
Let's get it simplified
They don't want you ahead
They wanted yo head to disarm a unarmed G
And the fact that they even wanna broadcast
This broad's cast is beyond me
But this is way more than a step down for me
This is a free fall, no parachute
But a pair of Paramount picture sized clips
That's what I've prepared for you
Now apparently he don't know what
I mean by Paramount so picture this
A shot from each hammer across
You: that's a pair amount
No, picture this: one arm for
Each half of his crew, i'll pair 'em out
Pop a flare y'all gone let these broke
Niggas die like ObamaCare this my section
And when I get to
Dissectin' this dyke's section
He gone die in seconds
Prove me wrong, them clips movie long
I don't give a fuck if you can act
Out here you got the starring role
You that main nigga we shootin' at
See we shootin' straps
You unarmed niggas ain't shootin' back
Y'all try to run, we shootin' backs
Gats is sparkin', he wanted action? Start it
You a active target, but my click poppin'
With big choppers that'll knock Big
Momma back to Martin!
But let's bring truth to it
Targets, we don't move around 'em
But we move through it but, you stupid
For lettin' them mournin' your
Death just for YouTubin'
You know what he told me? "Spare you!"
You know what I told him? "Find a spare you!"
You expendable, I got a scope
He interviewed during his interview
That chest shot gave him a inner
View of the inner you
You know what's funny? I go
All over killin' dudes
Y'all seen me, is this new?
I was taught to go long runnin'
With whoever head they pitchin' to
But this is who I end up with
I'm glad you still around for this shit
But do not go back to that Cave yet
'Cause there's still two more
Rounds of this shit

You remind me of Shorty Doo Wop
You don’t pop 4’s i show up to ya door with
A snot nose: that’s a Roscoe
In his crib I was
Decoratin' with shots though
Puttin' 5 in his back when I let a flock go
You a league hopper, I'ma put you in ya place
You gone get what you urn:
That’s ashes in a vase
Let me demonstrate, nigga I ain’t Organik
You’ll really get bodied if I put
100 Bulletz in ya face
I beat niggas that ain’t in ya ranks
I already sonned Will, I’m Phillip Banks
And you Carlton, clown nigga on every scene
I shoulda deaded you a long
Time ago instead of Qleen
Lil’ nigga watch ya lips or get swole shit
I have you walkin' with a
Crooked Smile: J cole shit i’m runnin' Yac
Lil nigga you don’t control shit
Since he from the Yac
I'ma kill with old shit like… I’m back
Warn him that I’m liable to snap on him
Swing a bat on him
No jokin' when it crack on him
Smack put racks on him, it’s a wrap for him
Another Yak town nigga I'ma kill
But I'ma pour a 'Gnac on him
Just ask Will, they’ll find ya ass killed
Do you wanna know how the
Trunk of that Pontiac feel?
You from Pontiac? Cool, lil’ Pontiac chill
Or I’ll put high beams in lil’ Pontiac grill
And ya arrogant act just ain’t right
You ain’t got be Conceited just 'cause
Y'all niggas the same height
But fuck the jokes
I’ll get you bodied in plain sight
This two-piece ain’t a left
Hook or straight right
Headshot when I clap at JC
If D MC don’t run I’ll Jam Master JC
I ain’t ask for JC
But this is who you give me? Fine
Smack, I’ll give the shots
But when Surf gone give me mine?
Not just him… Calicoe, Charlie too
2014, I’m tryna get rid of all of you
Julian, let me talk to you
These bullets cost Cash Money
They’ll kiss his Baby and
Go through Carter too i said that wrong
That Cash Money will get son hit
Leave his Baby in tears 'cause
She ain’t get one kiss
Even Lil Wayne will tell you
That I don’t trust shit
That’s why I made sure all my
Shooters in the truck fit (Trukfit)
So what’s up? Get everythin' from ya
Nose and up broken up i’ll get sir rocked
Cîroc in his coconut
You the type of nigga that I run up on
Tuck my hammers then fold you up
Once these Hit, man
Ya brother gone have to hold you up
Get close enough, then Dose you up
Leave you swollen up
Put ya head through a wall while I
Got you in a Cobra clutch i throw a punch
It’s like drinkin' liquor and usin'
Bread to soak it up
One will leave you leanin'
The other will help you sober up
Hollows in this 45 make it fortified
Battle rappers that you glorify
I have horrified nigga I will have ya life
Flashin’ right before ya eyes hit ya heart
Lung and liver because I’m organized
Smack know I ain’t playin'
With these new bitches
Another body by Christmas? Nigga
I’m too gifted
This nigga think he beatin' me?
He must be too twisted
Or hittin’ trees like Paul Walker
When the coupe drifted

I ain’t heard shit that gassed
In my fuckin’ life
I’m sayin' you out yo mind nigga dome shots
Now you layin' without yo mind nigga
You don’t think before you speak anyway
Say it without yo mind nigga
You fuckin’ coked-out ass battle rappers are
Payin’ for the wrong lines nigga
'Cause see me, I’m that crazy one
Who figured how to mastermind a pen
Savage rhymes, craftin' lines nicer than the
One Madeline was in
And they brought you to me
Now usually you pay double
But you face trouble y’all want us to clash
You ain’t even qualified to play Ruzzle
Nobody runnin’ from you, fuck
Nobody watchin’ you
Stop stoppin’ and start stoppin’ through
You a Guantanamo Bay prisoner
Clearly behind the worst bars possible
And it’s fucked up 'cause the ass
Whoppings ain’t worth the views
Y’all know I ain’t do my research on dude
How many flips y'all heard me use?
Not one, this spot done, you top gun
But in a case full of pistols
My shots go straight out
You ain’t takin’ shit with you
Dome shot, they say it’s official, ouch
We skip the dots and hit the dots
Sailors could fish you out
My type don’t mix with scouts
We can’t find you
We take the shit you can’t live without
Come find us, time's up, get the shovel
He try to run he get tied up: busy schedule
I grip and lift the metal that mag need toe
(Magneto) tags, I’m gettin' several
Lead pop, bring that fast life to a dead stop
Scoop up dog quicker than Craig’s pops
Red dots
Those arms come out you goin' home: Red Foxx
Now you tell me is this an accurate statement
These niggas know what you about
You ain’t even half ya rap
Nigga say if 500 people even cared you exist
Could be the biggest reach in battle rap
But, I’m so much better than all you niggas
I try to push it through they mind
I’m backpackin’, mad stabber
Leave them lyin’ with this bullet from
Nah, see lines like that, that’s okay
But it gets so gassed today
That niggas like him survive
When he should be penalized for
Takin' half my space
Now it’s 'cause of you I’m
On this stage I’m mad
See you the kind I’d shelf
Next time either find me a better opponent or
Let me be on it by myself
You not a general, bitch you expendable
Bred for destruction
Dome shot, straight through
Turn his head to a funyon
You wanna know what’s funny?
I feel like I’m more at home
Than you in this nifty spot
You wanna know what else?
I didn’t knock or pick the lock
And bitch you missed the spot
Matter fact you might not even be the shooter
You probably got one of your homies
To bust it for him
Well I got homies too and for
A few Benji’s will bend G
And it’ll be a whole lot of money foldin’
I told this muthafucker
I got long clips for the wrong sense
Long distance, if we 57, I’m raw with it
Them barrels bust like Diddy car hit it
I told this muthafucker
Yo this is the end of the road for you
And it’s courtesy of me 'cause I
Ended the road for you i killed everybody
Even ended who wrote for you
But even If I lose I’m winnin’
Even his iffy niggas known it
But, I ain’t losin' tonight
You wanna promote this fight?
You better hope it’s a
Twitter where you goin’

You gone pop lock then pop
Roc? Y’all know he fakin’
If this was a dance battle
Then you would 3-0 me, no debatin’
Once I hit you with this 1–2
Step before ya soul gets taken
They’ll find his body out in
Harlem with his shoulders shakin’
For salary I cause tragedies
And leave casualties doc on top of you like
He tryna jump a battery
Battle me, shots for everybody in ya cavalry
I aim at you
(achoo) and trigger off my allergies
Him dyin’ ain’t a maybe
Nigga I’m for certain
At his door like Wayne Brady
When I rob a person deal or no deal
Show me who’s behind the curtain
I’m tryna murk him or leave
Him in shock trauma hurtin’
Gun Bar King, my nigga, try and handle that
I dare him cough
He’ll get his mug where the handle at
Coffee, mug, handle… you should scramble Jack
JC will get an AK, see how I scramble JACK?
Now I’m movin’ upon him
One beam on each hammer
I’ll put two of them on him
One thing to do shoulda warned you
Shoot 'til ain’t a shell left over when
I bought this aluminum for you that’s light
I ain’t Chilla Jones but I plan to scheme
Banana clip hangin' out the damn machine
Steel clap that’ll peel back ya tangerine
You gotta tell ya circle "bounce": trampoline
Pistol whip him when my hammer swing
I use my hammer like a hand
Use his head like a tambourine
Tie up his Princess and his Queen
Start a fire after I soak him in
Kerosene and I don’t care who seen
Watch you disintegrate, get it straight
For every nigga that I eliminate
There’s one that I intimidate
You got no bars
You just imitate and manipulate
You ain’t a criminal, you incriminate
I’m really in the trap
You wanna participate?
Imagine me frontin’ this nigga weight
And he don’t pay In Time
He could lose his mother for
Bein' a minute late
Meanin' get his clock cleaned
Like Justin Timberlake
When I heard Smack and Surf was bettin'
On this I was hot then
They started this so I'ma show
How the plot end
Surf got two racks on you nigga
You better not win
If I feel like y’all robbed me
Then nigga I'ma rob him
Real rap, get jacked
That’s what a nigga 'bout
Surf been duckin’ me for years
How y’all give him clout?
Here’s somethin' I’m tryna figure out
How you bettin' two racks while
Sleepin’ on another nigga couch?
Fuck me? Fuck you two, I get at him
For this dickhead I keep a Magnum
But this shit platinum
I’m the tooth fairy but he ain't know if
I’m a good one or a bad one
'Cause, I'ma place this nickel under his
Pillow and then I clap him
That’s light, Gun Bar King
I catch this nigga here alone
I’m robbin’ him
My Basic Instinct like Sharon Stone
Face shots when I air the chrome
Forensics lookin' like jewelers
They gotta identify him by his hair and bone
You gone beat me? Still niggas lyin’
Tell him like I tell the others
I don’t feel niggas rhymes
Who he foolin' with these
Steel grippin’ lines?
You fuckin’ with me? You get smacked
We on Real Nigga Time

So uh, smack gave me one of the half
Fags from Team Ass Grab to be 100% honest
Them Yak niggas don’t get enough respect
Y’all remember that State Farm line
I hit O-Red with?
That proves I’m a fuckin’ threat
But this time I reach for the hip
Am I airin' (Aaron)? Roger
Nigga this count is a double check
Last time I saw you I told you you could die
You coulda got off'd for a small offer
My niggas find him he stretched
I’ll ride to the death: Paul Walker
Somethin' y’all need to notice
About these niggas
The higher they get, the worst they get
On every tier try to step in here
The straps we keep in here
Are like D implants they firin’ everywhere
Where the fuck you gonna go?
You in a place you can’t get out bitch
With them little bars you can’t get loud with
Plus ya lame ass crew of
Hoes got Payless shoe soles
They give out quick
Don’t let these niggas gas you Roc, trust me
Don’t let these niggas play you
I mean the fat nigga do more gassin’
Than Poppa Klump at the dinner table
But that’s cool, that’s ya boy
He gets shakes then
He’s ya best friend, he a yes man
But he gassin’ shit that
Don’t even make sense
You know what that is? That’s that fake shit
Lettin' you leave the house with
Them bars is a shame, dead true
But now it makes sense why
You runnin’ the circle
It’s like you ate at a Gushers
Commercial: you the head fruit
And that fat nigga you be with, yeah you
You gone catch the head of yo man
Or I could switch the clips and
Leave him dead in yo hands
Either way it’s a still
(steel) body: Bicentennial Man
Or I can pay for the hit
And have the first nigga ride by
Send 10 to yo man
You been gettin’ by way too
Long with that loud sound
And that’s how every round sound
But them heaters on me and them round sounds
Gone be comin' from
Everywhere: surround sound
You been gettin’ outbarred and outlined
Your squad got an image I
Would call for a witness
But, you been in my soon-to-go shit list
So next time I get close to this nigga
My fist might be an emotional nigga:
Get all in his fillings (feelings)
Now niggas hit me with the shit
That they feel is real
Well try facts brother
I’m not a Vice Lord, my brothers are
So I eat with 12 like the Last Supper
But, you should be a bus driver
'Cause you not a shooter
But my shooters aim, bust drivers
Get out of line, I'ma fuck you up
One fast upper…and cut: that’s
That bus driver
You tapped out? Well I’m with that
See I got big straps
That will get his six pack packed
In six packs and gift wrapped
Merry Christmas, this a scary business
But we mismatch
So that nigga y’all think is off the leash
I'ma break him off a piece: Kit Kat
Y’all think he nice? You wrong
You coulda did more if ya life was wrong
But tonight you gone he don’t mean that shit
But ya’ll believe that shit so
His pride is strong
But, I go through his shit right to bone
When Cavemen get caved in
They feel right at home
We got robbed, then got Roc, it’s a fast life
They tried to save him, ask Christ
It’s gone be a fast night
Now listen, it’s gates up there
And the only way to get
A spot when they open is to follow yo slogan
"That’s light!" get the fuck off my stage
Nigga this my shit!