URLtv, K-Shine, Tay Roc - Tay Roc vs. K-Shine (The Rematch) lyrics

AYOOOOOOO!
Aye, the nigga that lose the fight
Come back to clap somethin'?
That's me my nigga
I'll spin a block if they said
I was beat by niggas
I creep by niggas like DNA, mind ya BI nigga
It's KIOSK's "kiosks" nigga
If D ride witcha, the Heckler spit
His head'll split leave DNA all over K now
He a weapon for evidence
Ch-ch Double barrel elephants
D eagle elegance
Like rockin' sandals in Dubai
The Desert kicks you hella bitch
Catch him lackin' then leave
Him lackin' intelligence
Nah nah, I air when it's water
Earth where you goin' if fire
The four elements
I put the clip in, get to flippin'
I'm a gold medalist
You go in the dirt cheap
But ya casket is sold separate
Let's settle this
Boy you better have fire on ya
A bulletproof vest won't work if
You got it on ya
It won't matter if I pop up at night
(knight) in shining (and Shine in) armor
Dome shot, ya bitch gon' lose her
Knight in shining armor
Shine a goner, K don't got range
But mine is longer
If I hit you I positively got DNA
I'm the father
Aim Glocks, like Las Vegas weather, flame hot
Gun clicks I bang Top and you
Gon' evaporate before Rain drop
Gun clicks Stomach shot gun
Clicks chest shot gun
Clicks neck shot gun clicks brain shot
Cops gon' find more empty cases than GameStop
Gun clicks Gauge cock, if
NWX don't act right
Boy this'll hit Rain Top
And his DNA'll Shine through a black light
Hair trigger, I pull once but it clap twice
Grippin' the bitch with two
Hands, the hair pullin', that's a cat fight
I run up on his whip with a black
Rif', his brains poppin' up on the dash
It ain't the check engine and gas light
That's light, my shooter creep
Put you to sleep pull up on ya whip
Hit ya door and dash that's Uber Eats
I'm too unique, touch me, I'ma use the heat
You gon' lose this battle, then lose ya life
That's a losin' streak
I can gun clicks let a shot bust ya or I
Can knife swiping multiple times
Wit' a box cutter
The blade runnin' from corner to coroner
It's a block hugger or it's the red beam in
His eyes Scott Summers
Ya bitch a thot, best believe if Roc wanna
When I caller (call her) I D (ID) it
We don't do blocked numbers
You is not gutter in URL I'm the top gunner
Glock dumper
Get one through ya clothes dry humper
Cock sucker
DNA this who you gon' watch suffer
Baow, the sawed off ain't chopped lumber
I catch Shine and Top in the whip
As soon as Top pull over
I hit Top in his top and make him topple over
You're not a soldier
Shots explode and send him inside a coma
He gon' wake up and feel it in
His chest and it's not pneumonia
The Glock a loner
That mean that I'm not the owner
Did you know what this'll do to a black male
(blackmail)? I'll expose ya
Why this man rappin' like his can' clappin'?
He Al Pacino
Just a man actin' from Manhattan
I can let hands smack him
Or it's vehicular homicide
He get ran over with his heat
So the (soda) can' flatten it can happen
You gettin' tied to a whip
Like Mortal Kombat's Liu Kang all ya
Saw was a man draggin' (dragon)
Get hit up, then go in the bag when
The coroner's pick you up
Ya mother can't even stare at the body
She screamin' "Zip 'Em Up!" light bars

Aye Smack alexa, play Freddie Jackson
So you got 'Roc
(k) With Me Tonight' for old time sake
Ow baby aye I should yoke you up again
Somethin' should've told him "Come
With his Glock"
This Gun Title was "Make A Choice"
You want it or not?
Dig in the grave, you earnin' a spot
You live in a Cave
You used to havin' ya furniture Roc (k)
Nigga it was Emperor's New Groove I
Take this Llama out and spit
Scope, camera shy, hide behind a lens
Everybody die i spot him by his friend
Nigga Surf will never make it
To his mama house again!
I want all these ballers in a suit
This the Draft Night
40 on, pump two (too) , this the gas price
Fuck the Cave
I got 200 in a milliliter like a half pint
Strap jaw, I get my clap on claps
That's light
Silencers, you hear The Whispers?
Better keep Roc steady ('Rock Steady')
Or it blow out and the
Heart stop outta nowhere
Shit done got heavy i'm lettin' you know
You get outta line, I'm gonna hurt you
Wiggin', flowers for the cast, murder Urkel
Hospital, IV's, they try to nurse you
Need dock (doctor) for a higher stance
This patient's (patience) not a virtue
He was scared to the socks
But I bought it from the like rehearsal
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Tsu'll
(sewer) have a slice
Razor, I rub it in his face braggin' rights
Scope, I get the signal on the roof satellite
I left a dickhead on a pussy hermaphrodites
That was light
But keep it a band, you like my stuff
I needed a plan
The knife got stuck, creep on ya man
Light popped up, beam on the can'
If it go from me to ya man
(Meteor Man) I'ma light Roc (k) up
He 'bout to take a dive without the wave
Kevin Hart Let Me Explain
I get to lightin' up the stage
Yogi and Mr ranger, we stoppin' by the Cave
Ruger, I'm a jeweler, Roc
(k) 'll get appraised i'm on a rage
Chop cop, one in the top
I start from where it stem and
Leave everybody comin' to plot
That's Ave, YK
Any Cave Nigga that try to come for the spot
Where the fuck you niggas been? Under a Roc
(k)? The Heckler will cock
Ave get it at the event like a Tetanus shot
Everybody Hates Chris Drew next to Roc (k)
His chest get knocked
Everything above the neck get shot
Got him droppin' ideas like a suggestion box
Hammer on tuck, I get to blammin' y'all up
Smackin' (Smack and) NuNu Nellz, the chances y'all fuck
I run him over in the Dodge
If the hammer don't bust
Niggas on the floor stuck
We ain't land on Plymouth Rock
The Plymouth landed on us
I turn his man to sawdust and
Get to dumpin' his ashes
Jamie Foxx in Booty Call made
Her jump with the plastic
Nigga his upper body, gone, cops like
"How the fuck did this happen?"
They lookin' at Roc
(k) bottom like a recoverin' addict
Y'all think I came to play
Wit' this faggot? No way! Nigga this address
(a dress) for you role play
Get Roc boo in a second NOME 8
Clap you, with the Little Rascal
But, if it buck we be
(Buckwheat) sayin', "O Tay!"
Nigga, let's make this clear, I got the drop
DNA on Kannon like I'm cryin' for the cops
If Tuna on the Chef he
Gettin' fried on the spot
Got Bizzy on Ave like the grind never stops
But my blicker, bartender
Nigga I want mine on the Roc (k) s
Pac-Man 11 wit' the Dots, all of them amaze
(a maze) get ya clique
I wish you try to storm in witcha blade
I get to cuttin' every like
A tournament of spades
40 on his bitch, I pour it on her face
Two blazers, Tomb Raider Laura in the Cave
Nigga that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up'
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop, pick him up
NWX, the rest you niggas suck
Y'all know my slogan (Zip 'Em Up)

Niggas said
"You battlin' Shine you better go hard
In that second round Roc"
You know what I told 'em? Every round
I would be second round Roc
I was your first URL battle
You owe me wild props
I had to open up the door for
You like it was child locked
Nine years ago and still both our styles hot
But now you gotta shoot it twice wit' Roc
It's foul shots loud Glock, pound pop
Hit him twice, but when he
Get hit wit' number two, his bowel's drop
What's this some type of grudge?
You must be on some type of drugs
After I smoke K-Shine I'ma name him after
A strain of some type of bud
I like the snub, I fill the pipe wit' slugs
You'll drip pints of blood act like a thug
That's when the fire flies lightening bugs
The hell with losin'
You are now witnessin' my evolution
You said you won the first-
This battle is my retribution
Now it's execution, metal shootin'
This new scope I got for K
(4K) helped me see him in high resolution
Hit 'em wit' dummies
Injurin' money restitution
I don't just get rid of dog
I get rid of his litter less pollution
If it's drama, I bring an SK into it
Why (Y)? Put K in the middle of the "sky"
You gotta be wise
It ain't about who SMACK popularize
And it ain't about who had
The more popular rise
But at point blank I'll pop you and rise
Like when sunlight reflect and make a glare
I caught Shine in the eyes
Aye, you'll get a Calicoe in the face
When it's real it ain't gotta rhyme
You gon' have to Armor All of
Ya niggas that's outta line
Exterior of ya car get washed
When I fire mine i'll spray ya whip up
Includin' the tires Shine
The only time K was in my class? Columbine
Far from a snitch
But if ya bitch bad I'll drop a dime
You outta time, you gon' make me pull out a 9
Blow ya brains out then look at you like
"You must be out ya mind"
I can take a beautiful moment
And make it ugly the spot you want, I got
Come take it from me
It'll be a Death At A Funeral
Think it's funny?
I'll have everybody with Shine in
(shining) suit's Ma$e and Puffy
The blade is rusty
I keep cuttin' 'til he seem neck less
Hittin' Shine around the neck like some VVS's
How you gon' play a vet?
You better pay respect
Or the same blade will be stickin'
Out the front of K, he'll be a bayonet
It's disrespect to think that you
Can fuck wit' my intellect
I've been a threat
Get upset ya chin get checked on the internet
I'll slice ya wrist 'til it barely disconnect
Ya hands left hangin' in front of you
That's karma for what he did to Rex
It can go from me askin' y'all
"Is this nigga deaf?" to me braggin' about
"They talkin' 'bout this nigga death"
Machine in his face, get ya vision checked
He ain't know if he was squintin'
At a DE or FN, he failed the vision test
Blaow, got blurred vision cause the
Barrel on K nose
But the red beam in his eyes like K knows
A shot it'll bust
Your top it will erupt volcanoes
Ya shit'll get rock to the
Side now that's a Kango just to get you
My youngin' will skip one of his school days
Two tre's with inf' beams, like DVD's
They blue rays (Blu-Ray)
Or Klu Klux Klan
That's K in front of two K's
He caught it when it rose in the air bouquets
They call me Roc cause I used
To sell it a few ways
Meanin', I gave the powder to
The pitchers like Kool-Aid
But now, I get money for wiggin'
I'm too paid (toupee)
Who brave? You'll get ya wig
Split like I do braids
I'll dig you a new grave
He won't know if me or Surf cooked him
Cause when he saw Tay
(sauté) he got souffléd!
This rematch, ain't what you want from me
You just seen me kill Newz
Now I gotta send Bad company
Fuck a scheme, angle, punch
It's 'bout a gun to me a gun-
(Is the only thing that get the job done for)

Alexa, play Queen
Nigga we will, we will Roc (k) you
Roc (k) you
He be like, "Niggas keep talkin' gas
They gon' make me get the pump
Pump on his neck, Nelly chain
I am 'Number 1'
Light! Light fuckin' bars! AAAAH!"
And y'all niggas go dumb
Hey, well I just copped a
Maybach and a mansion
My crib so high in the sky I can
Open the roof and literally touch the sun
You see how easy it is to
Rap about shit you never done?
What? Cause he got guns in his bars?
Nigga I really had to set the bar with my gun
Gun clicks Run, scope for the distance
I fuck witchu the long way
He went out like the bitches
You don't get it? Broad day
Long K, bustin', U Turn
He went the wrong way and it's all proof
You gon' need strong suit's for this 4 Tay
(forte) don't play, fuck them light bars
You better spit it heavy
I'm runnin' through every fuckin' light
I'm in a hurry shotgun wit' the Dezi
I get the scoop Ben & Jerry
I know the perfect place for Roc
(k) s the cemetery
Nigga Brizz'll get a stomach shot for
Lookin' like he wanna pop
Let me catch them Boyz N The Hood
Oh this your doe boy (Doughboy)?
You ready to take this gut
Check for your brother Roc?
100 shots, rappin' when it air
Bad relationship, dumpin' Roc
And I had it up to here
Duct tape, I Saran Wrap him to a chair
Fuck Champion
I'm goin' for the rapper of the year
Ratchet in his ear
"Like you always out witcha friends"
A fiend told me, the best way to smoke Roc
(k) 's wit' a stem i beg to differ
I put the star up under his chin
I'll rip him, it's a difference between Roc
(k) and a gym i spotted his men, around 10
I'm jumpin' out the bushes, he like
"Who the fuck let Ave die?
Y'all supposed to be out there lookin'"
Knife in his gut
Splat! Sound like I dropped the pudding
Then I browse (eye brows) up
If you smell what The Roc (k) is cookin'
I started pushin'
Nigga I inspired you to grow
I said, "If we get Roc (k) out the dirt
With a little bit of Shine he'll glow"
Same guy that told him
Everybody ain't ya bro find ya way in
(Wayan) Brother
Any clique could've got the smoke
But instead I'm walkin' on Roc
(k) 's like when Martin joined a cult
I told him twice
You think this dickhead'll listen? No
Should've known from the last two times
Now it's the bathroom line
Everybody gotta go i'm wit' the smoke
Chopped by the cylinder or get
Shot by the Dillinger if I got a sign
The drawin' in my head copped by the label
Y'all gotta deal wit' us
I heard his family was his Dynasty
The drive-by was similar
I want the same outcome for Roc-La-Familia
Every little step I take
This nigga take the exact route
Me and DNA get a squad
Him and Surf wanna hash out
We get 2 on 2's on the card
These niggas come for that clout
I get kicked out the Mobb
Guess who stroll they ass out?
And this all started cause I left home
This what that nigga was mad 'bout
Should've told Roc
(k) you can't throw stones at a glass house
Strap out, uh oh, you know
He 'bout to get it, i let him get to judge
You know I'm not a critic
Ray Charles wit' a wrist
It's a body if I feel it
One mission, kick Roc
(k) s, you better go about ya business
You don't get it?
Uh oh, another former Zip 'Em Up cave Gang
Dot wit' a death wish
Nigga you gon' die if you try today
I'm pushin' every button wit' the sticks
I don't know how to play
Chopper spray, I'm Lance you Harper
I don't Roc (k) wit' Tay
But a nigga like me'll
(Mia) have him by the death bed
Best Man Holiday
Get the hook wit' the left hand Dr j
Drew a picture of mom mourning
Hip Hop Hooray
Like a Queens nigga, try to see how far Roc
(k) away (Rockaway)
Stroll down with this whole pound
The Glock wit' it, pop niggas, I'm not timid
Janitor, if I sweep the mop wit' it
His top lifted, have Top hit it
I drop kick it
Snappin', D4L, I 'Lean Wit' It, Rock Wit' It'
Nigga that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up'
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop, pick him up
NWX, you know these niggas suck
Y'all know my slogan (Zip 'Em Up)

You say shit you don't mean you
Just put on an act now at Double Impact
You said I was Zip 'Em Up
Gang in the last round
If I was Zip 'Em Up Gangwho else was a
Part of it and where are they at now?
Before I joined Dot Mobb
I've been screaming "Cave
Gang" and look where we at now?
You see a lot done changed, stop the games
When we was Lionz Den I was
Cave Gang, you were Dot Mobb
We are not the same
When I got wit' the Dots you was wild hatin'
I took ya spot then put the
Dots on my back Dalmatian i'm the same cat
That kept it loyal to the Mobb
Long as I claim that they switched on me
Now I only reside where the Cave at
Rex? You and that CC nigga straight wack
Your apologies, save that
Fuck you! You ain't gettin' ya chain back
K was my dawg, but ya actions changed that
Now it's payback i walk up like
"Remember that shit from way back?"
Automatic to his throat, when I bang that
He gon' die with a TEC-9
(Tech-9) on his neck
It ain't Jakkboy Maine tat'
You gangbang? Explain that
Cause out the blue, you reppin' the Blood
But, I ain't never see you go
Out west wit' a Blood
Go to LA they gon' check up on Blood
Meanin', I bet her stop bleedin' when
They put that pressure on Blood
Suge, Surf, Ars'
They came in this shit throwin' up big C's
But when you battled 'em
Where was the red flags and big B's?
Bitch please
You waitin' to battle Geechi Gotti to
Find a flag to rock
Respect niggas that died over that shit
It's not a battle prop
Was you thinkin' when you threw that shit on?
Yeah you was thinkin' that flag
Was a prop then
Geechi was the one to use the shit on
I can tell that flag you
Ain't use it too long that shit was new
Candy apple red because you bought
It from a beauty salon
Won't be surprised 'til them real Bloods
Catch him and hurt his ass
Take that beauty salon scarf you be
Rockin' and burn his flag
I know Bloods and Crips
That's thirty rags wrapped around thirty Mags
Every Blood and Crip nigga I know
They got dirty flags i'll get Blood shot
He'll leave a trail of blood
Drops then Blood drop
In the hospital with blood clots
Like, "What the bloodclot!?"
Touch Roc, snub pop, I'm meal
(mil') packin' lunchbox
Get ya wig blown out
Wit' a big nose Yung Joc
Bullets like gum drops
I'll shoot 'til it's hot and the gun drop
Rippin' his vest when it kick
To his chest Ong-Bak
I see you got ya squad, but you not in charge
Big T killed you and DNA and
Made y'all join teams wit' 'em
You are not the boss
Aye Big Terrance, have a Glock witchu
A vest, do NOT fit you
Shots hit you, put you in a body cast
And Big Tuna cast will roll
(casserole) in a hospital
Pocket rocket, the Glock little
But the extended clip stick out the
Lower half like a Popsicle
Pussy, I don't know why you wanted this wreck
Fuck this rematch, aye T Top
I plan on slumpin' you next
With a K, under a Big T, that's NWX
I hit DNA, make it Rain
Then everyone'll get wet
Drum in the TEC, I dump on ya team
Fuck a deuce deuce, if you
Leave Shine on the floor
You gotta use a buffer machine
Fuck do you mean? I tell the Cave "get him"
They out to just shoot
And have K layin' in some
Red sauce alphabet soup
With the same rifle the SWAT got
I be lookin' through the scope
Wit' one eye Cyclops
Try Roc, 5 pop, epidural spine shot
Shine drop, then I tell ya mother
"He was a Goodfella" now get
Ya fuckin' Shine box it's about respect
I toss Shine out a window right by his neck
Last thing y'all saw was me holdin' K
By a window Malcolm X nigga go

Alexa play Michael Jackson
I wanna Roc (k) witchu all night
Get youhappy birthday Tay Roc he's shaken up
Tay what's up?
I'm sorry that I hemmed you up
But, you had the whole battle community
Thinkin' I was slick as fuck
Like every time I'm finna lose a
Battle I gonna kick and fuss
You was pissed for what?
Cause, I told everybody you was Zip 'Em Up?
When you got a whole fuckin' song out
Sayin' how he Zip 'Em Up
You skinny fuck, bird in disguise
(in the skies) he chickened up
Need flashbacks on how these pops go
Well This Is Us
He had nigga stuck, like, "Why would he lie?
Maybe he afraid maybe Surf gave him
Pride made him feel ashamed"
But there's no way I would've let
Him play me on this stage
You wasn't Zip 'Em Up? That's ya word
Gun clicks Take it to the grave
He thinkin' Surf will help
Waitin' to be saved
Well Tay'll get wiped out wavin' for the wave
This would've been just like
The movie Cast Away
Cause the Tom would've had
Blood smeared on Roc
(k) and start the fire in the Cave
We get a page, as a citizen at a news app
Dyke at a sex store
He 'bout to get the new strap
Forensics like, "move back"
The people like, "Who's that?"
Tay Roc and Shells
Stella Got Her Groove Back tool clap
Be gushin' in the bag like a fruit snack
'Til e'rybody get the same message
Like a group chat true facts
I will spin and air like a screw back
'Til his soul on a different
Level like a shoe rack
You want the proof scrap?
Bald head pop through the window like
"Evett let me see my son!"
For you, shit I don't even need my gun
Knockouts, hangin' niggas by they
Sneaks my fun
You are now he get to sleep like one
Here's the blueprint
I'm 'bout to have 'em all laid out
It's either tell the Truth or Dare
Let's see how they all make out
Clip lift, Scream mask
What the long face 'bout?
I ain't got No Shame
I'm 'bout to let it all hang out
This y'all Gun Bar King? No he not
The shit sounds solid but you gotta be bolder
(boulder) Roc (k) infrared, I call it
"inventory" it's overstock grand Canyon
The tourist let to a hole in Roc (k)
TEC spray, like an X-Ray, shoulder shot
I say what the fuck I want and I hold my spot
Cause the MAC back it up like a loadin' dock
You wrote for props cause you Lost
In New York: Home Alone
If the bulldog give me some assistance
It's gon' throw a bone
Razor, takin' him a lay ya
(Himalaya) Romey Rome
Magazine, if I get any issues
It's goin' to be Rolling Stones
I kick his boyfriend out the way
"Move! I know he home" his daughter like
"You ain't gonna do shit to my dad!"
"Oh you grown?" monkey knots, broken bones
If you don't wanna see how this 10 arrange
(tenor range) , you better hold ya tone
How the fuck this nigga foolin'
With them steel grippin' lines?
Had the doctors like
"I don't even feel nigga's spine"
I ain't never seen a gangsta
Let a lil' nigga slide
Playin' wit' me? You really get Smacked
You wasn't on no real nigga time
Aye once again TT it's time, he like
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout it's time?"
I say, "TT I got my 9" he like
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout ya 9?"
I say, "TT say goodbye" he like
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout goodbye?"
He like Gary Coleman, he gon' say
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout" then die!
Under sheets, cover blown, it's a coffin
(coughin') if he hide
Nina, like subpoenas, caught him by surprise
His mama talkin' to the guys
Pourin' out the eyes she felt it in the air
He caught it like a vibe
Nigga that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up'
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop, pick him up
Don't ask for another rematch, same outcome
Zip Him Up!