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Daylyt vs. Tay Roc
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If you lost faith in me than you must no longer believe in God Right? Today we see the atheist in the fox hole You know my motto, no matter how low (hollow) the Earth get I earth shit I’m goin’ straight to the core to take Roc(k)’s soul On this hip hop road, big Glocks sold so the tool is what they hope for But I do this I’m in disbelief how Pistol Geek has become the folklore Bro sure (brochure) got booked but that’s where we upped the plan What Day’ jot now will break Roc(k) down, see what I’m sayin’ (sand) Every line shall (shell) sink (sync) in sonically Today the slaves will see data wave (Day ta wave) as I do you foul (file) Share, scared they’ll boo you wild Why would I play though (Plato) Cave and turn into skeptics (sketches) Permanent inflection and dome split Firmament exit, protect you sheeple live, peep the grid We equal? Shit This shit finna be a piece of cake PizzaGate, y’all should’ve known I’ll eat the kid Hillary, you feelin’ me? Oh it’s finna get bloody baby I’ve come to kill, Columbus field I’m at your Plymouth, Roc(k), with humongous steel Quill, that’s the key to ‘Lyt Smack zone, anybody who buggin’ get snapped on [?], see the light (‘Lyt)? This ain’t something that any nigga should test You get buried in caskets Sumerian passage What I write can lay any nigga to rest You get the message Roc(k) You alright (all write) with me but it’s hieroglyphics See what I did there? Cairo physics Even if Roc(k) try angles (triangles) he’s still appear a mid (pyramid) tier on stream Don’t be in denial (da Nile), all of this bread free I know exactly why you lookin’ salty, cause you Dead See (Sea), what’s in my mind But make sure the whole Cave get in they feelings so quickly Can you dig it Roc(k)? If not I still feel ya men are all (mineral) wit’ me Oh that was cold You see how I black Roc like the black top? I don’t just scheme so I can sound hot By the time I show my street side you already in the ground, Roc(k) Killed This the nigga y’all put in front of me thinkin’ he can stop Quill? Give me some space or, glacier Roc(k), chill Extendo, with this amount (a mount), let’s see if the doc can make Roc(k) heal (hill) Y’all trippin’, shot lickin’, you on your bull with the long nose Shocked that your man died, I’m winnin’ by a landslide It look like I done caught Roc(k) slippin’ The first day becomin’ a crackhead, I’m goin’ to get Roc(k) Second day? Unselfish crackhead, I’m comin’ to split Roc(k) Third day? Big deuce out, I had to kick Roc(k) If I slide, my family slide behind you You fuck with the Tik Tok, I’m on my shit Roc And I’m not sparin’ Today everybody dies, no ops sparin’ Hard grillin’, I’ma deuce a nigga If Roc starin’, it’s gonna be hard to swallow this Oh I got a reaction in the crowd? How?! It’s gonna be hard to swallow this Plus when the trust stop I dust Roc(k); archaeologist Pistol big I turned down how many PG’s? Thirteen, that shit for kids I got paid 1.8 million dollars just to be here Boy, you was just the bread saver For the change, boy have I changed Now if I sacrifice a round for some people, one of you niggas gon’ be dead later You’re dead, lay there, hey there They wanna know what I’ma do, what I’ma say, what I’ma wear This was all a part of my plan The entire internet got me winnin’ that puts you under a whole lotta pressure Roc(k), but you’re still gonna die a man (diamond) Shine in the ring, today all that shit stop here Diamond shine in the ring? Yeah I’m finna beat (be) Roc(k) clear This my year I used to rap with a lot of space A Lotta Zay pace, Ooops, slip with a race bait It was the prophet or the profit, either way Roc get the outta space date Peep, it’s heavy morn’ As I ascend you, they can pretend you God at every storm It’s a difference I got booked to eat and they just asked you to battle men you (menu) not ready for Then these (Denny’s) niggas come in here and dine (dyin’) Tryin’ [?] take the mistake route You asked for a million views, I got a mil’ that’ll give you a viewin’ Who in here wanna be a nigga the triggers take out? This is food for thought, I would use the tre module If we drive-thru and the do’ lock I gotta throw rocks If I don’t finish you now, a clown gettin’ a to-go box I’m too good boy By the third round we gonna kill all that hood noise You gon’ shoot? I am Groot, I wish you would (wood) boy People stick wit’ me As niggas we’re all cut from a different branch, nigga Or they figure it’s just the similes ’til a nigga get barked on Shit like that is for my ministry (many street) dawgs (dogs) Stop, whatever you had planned is not finna show Shit lookin’ real JC-ish I’m just up here smokin’ Roc(k) on the low Stop it, ya done You know the motto, the prophet the one Y’all should’ve followed the slogan They told you niggas, don’t throw Roc(k)’s at the sun Eastside nigga! [Round 1: Tay Roc] ‘Lyt what’s up? We surprised you ain’t come dressed as a Mighty Duck Or come in your idol’s grey hoodie and call yourself “Lyted Lux” You’se a fuckin’ clone of Loaded You even try to pen how he write it Hey Beloved Why don’t we just call this nigga “Be-lyted”? Hey Be-lyted, I been knew you was a clone I was tuned in John John, my respects in the Bull Pen True shit What kinda man are you? You get on Vlad and say you wanna suck a dick in a battle Who’s a fan of you? When you get drunk you don’t be lookin’ for pussy You’d rather suck on a Slinky Dawg (Dog), soon as he get a Buzz, ‘Lyt (Light) be lookin’ for Woody They ain’t book you a rookie They know what I’m a do to Day in Cali Make the block hot Caliente when Tay in Cali They said I can’t gun bar him to death That ain’t the case You overslept, a little too long, this Day a waste Aye, before you sniff coke do you say your grace? You forgot who I am?! You must’ve lost his memory, who gave Day’ the (data) base? Remember?! They gave me Goodz outta the blue Bonanza “This is your king?!” He felt the power of Wakanda This just a reminda If somebody gotta die, it’s your candle that’s gettin lit first Day’; Kwanzaa That’s some black, red and lime candles Who try to amp you? I should’ve no showed you Told Smack, “I cancel” If this wasn’t financial, I would take a .9 handle Gun butt Leave Devon Campbell’s mind scrambled This faggot Devon think he a warrior Aye y’all think Day’ a knight? My clique, Oxy morons (oxymorons), we’ll catch Day’ at night I say it right? Class in session in my classroom As far as Daylyt? Son (sun) could eat clips from a half moon I’ma spaz soon! Just cause they try to hype you and I don’t like you Flashlight on top of the rifle It’s delightful Spiteful At any moment I’ll make this movie scary Kids come out ‘Lyt (light) inside a bag; luminaries If we pull up in a Honda, shit gonna get handled Accord-ingly I’m talkin’ R.I.P. shirts, iron on it, and embroidery You toy wit’ me, I’ll call Tsunami, you’ll get wiped out I’ll send a wave crashin’ You’ll see shells around ‘Lyt (light) house Thought you’d be the champ at King Of The Dot, ha I had high doubts Nigga, black lives do not matter in that White House You was better off doin’ a prank, leavin’ me psyche’d out Smack, put the bat in ya hands, watch him strike out I pull this knife out, watch Spawn get beheaded Devon will regret it I’ma make sure they all get the message Buck 50, send ’em off to the medic The way ‘Lyt’s (light) skin start poppin’, made dark bitches jealous Try me Try me! TRY ME! There’s a price to pay Take your life away I’ll slice ‘Lyt right down the middle and leave twice a Day I ask, “Who nicest Tay?” And y’all called Daylyt I’d a broad Daylight and brought Day right in front ya broad Daylyt Real shit Devon, get outta line, you get all hazed I’ll go ape shit, swing on Devon (da vine); Tarzan You feel comfortable with Crips behind you, you best bring ’em Without his niggas, Devon shier (Devonshire) that’s southwest England I’m the king and you gon’ play my way I spray my K Knock ya head off of your shoulders, I’ll sit Day’ by Day’ Tinted whip- HOW AM I GETTING A REACTION?! HOW?! Tinted whip, I follow Day’, right up out the bar And I hope don’t nobody tell ‘Lyt when he right behind the car Cause this nigga dead, right at the red light, collide wit’ his car I’m tryin’ to push in ya grill and ya head light (‘Lyt) Then show up to ya funeral Day’ And tell ya family it wasn’t Avocado that Ruin’ed your Day I got a Spanish gun plug, named “Sinual” I call him like, “Send your (senor) boys some shit that come wit’ a drum.” He like, “Hola.” I’m like, “Nigga, send me a more (amore) lovable gun.” I give the que to the hitta The nod’ll (denada) will turn into some gangsta shit Cryin’ when ya mama see the (mamacita) scene she need a handkerchief Shit, I blew (blue) cheese on a chopper, that’s cheddar spent Swiss cheese nozzle, that’s a mozzarella stick I don’t care if I catch a case, so I’ma spray that I don’t know what your favorite accessory is on a gun but mine a ray (Monterey) Jack You Tom Hanks All I’m tryin’ to say that You gon’ end up in a Cast, Away from home and have to find your way back Boy, it’s only about thus far I could trust y’all I’ll get you set up to catch a Hollow, just like Lux when they did the trust fall Five goons hop outta one car I scream, “THAT’S LIGHT (‘Lyt)!” They don’t know if I seen him or said a gun bar Jump off Only person gon’ stop me, gon’ be God If you in here actin’ like you a nigga that got me raw I’ll show up to your front porch, squeeze numbs Run in the spot while I give bae the Mac (betamax) better than Steve Jobs Home invasion With an AK, cause a melee Torture him, boy I’ll pull an all nighter tryin’ to break Day’ If I gotta wait for Day’ I guess we gon’ be all night Ain’t no almost, we gon’ fight Dance game at the arcade, I will put hands and feet on light (‘Lyt) He gon’ watch everything blackout after I put this knee on (neon) light (‘Lyt) You one of them goofy ass clown niggas They only wanna hear light (‘Lyt) bars when my round finished Light bars [Round 2: Daylyt] Mr. Big Clip wit’ the big drip Oh he focused he so consistent This who we applaud? You know species who don’t like to evolve have no existence That’s why when y’all tell me he’s a legend I say, “What the fuck for?” You wanna know what’s ironic? How you the face Roc(k) when you ain’t in the conversation of Mount Rushmore Let me explain, like a [?] oh you boulder (bolder) pipe Well you’se a brave man How does it feel to be in a parallel universe when you do the verse? For example, how are you the face Roc(k) when you’re not in the conversation of Mount Rushmore And yet you the Cave man Oh I get it, you like to stick to the fire Well this is lighter (Lyt’er) fluid writer, don’t try to do this This is facts You would (wood) box with the fire like this a match on a thunder site Why sleep on a fire round when it ain’t a slumber night? You know it’s the simple laws of cookin’ in the wild Roc(k) will always be under light (‘Lyt) By the third, Roc(K) shall (shell) be boxed in Here we can learn the Flat Earth Theory confirm Well the man gifted, can lifted Hold up, scroll up, as I break Roc(k) right down It might sound like everything I’m sayin’ scripted Encrypted since I was born Seen Day’ in 2020, I guess it’s the place to freeze greatness A God, y’all wait (Yahweh) for me, pray for me Bleed Grape, I just need space to create this World when (whirlwind) when Roc(k) swirl in As I black hold (hole) on while I sold the (solar) system It’s more shit to see What more I can do? When I line plan it (align planet) in every round I must remind him of everything they still (steal) or bit (orbit) from me Simply, Con’ still ate (constellate) from my rhymes that they Slow It Down now is what I tried first I ain’t see no media writin’ (meteorite) comments (comets) So in order for me to become a star I had to create a disguise (da skies) burst Was wise first Like, “‘Lyt you showed your anus (Uranus), mooned the world Almost divide turf But(t) the way I write I know I could murk you read (Mercury) the lyric You’ll hear it, a queer is what I put inside her Went and got a deal, an EP Tuned up with assigned work Married my wife, sat her in (Saturn) the ring, when the live chirp They told you put her in somethin’ that drive first Now the garage look like a V nest (Venus), the drive hurt Moral of the story is, I switched it up, got on smart time Now the whole galaxy watchin’, clockin’ Told you, shit gon’ be a lot different when you and I verse (universe) To start it off, it’s time I go at him (atom) Scatterin’, Tay get struck Recall fluid, he gon’ shatter Matter of fact this the crux See stars groovin’, I’m serious (Sirius) We all evolved in the midst flamin’ Roc, you knew I could rock before the abyss my exist came in If you’re aimin’ to pull my Watts card Let’s take it back to when I first became a pop star I was Big Bangin’ I sonned (sun-ed) all, but still planted (planet) seed Granted (granite) if beasts came around they heard stock Herbs get herds cropped Birds flock, blocked vision; Bird Box Earth curved plots I respect it, man listen My mission is to protect the land Any nigga who disrespect the third, Roc(k) Yellin’, “We goin’ global.” Scalin’, tell ’em, “All shall be murked.” K the map project whatever you plan neglected Get split by the man, see ya When the camera pan; G up Told you, everything that land connected But today I’m in the divine (divide) state Hi Drake, let me hydrate Electrolyte protected by the divine Never devise great Why I (eye) state They dilate or die late You can’t violate the violator Wale lookin’ wild late Bars like that gotta move it ‘cross the world The fans screamin’, “Oh my”, great I know, mad (nomad) ain’t it? Give your second a second shot I shall (shell) compact Hell come It’s hell P There’s literally nothing you can do to help me Smack When the cell come, they’ll come rap But they all have Free Will to be killed This how these kids feel when it’s welcome (whale come) back It’s over Roc(k) Welcome Smack Work pants, [?] slack Land crazy, check out the acre size Fade, taper guy You asked for high smoke until you get vaporized [?], I mean I can rock Believe it or not a nigga finna get ripped, bleeding, stop Roc Stretch, landscape, get the photo y’all When you’re this good you gotta be the protocol (pro to call) Cut it, lacerated Promise, depender end the Ramadan Wouldn’t leave him this fascinated Jurassic, ain’t it? Get your rap tore (raptor) Roc(k) It’s the stone age Zone raised dirt buyers and Earth sires Cave men will go extinct and Roc(k) will too, when the first fire It’s the jungle Get put in the dirt Roc(k), we can rumble I craft rounds out of (outer) space flight Alienated, sons (suns) you never saw sir, be humble Y’all should fear me This my shit, I rehearse with caution clearly You are now watchin’ a man go ape shit, I have reversed the Darwin Theory In theory all you nigga’s writin’ suck Penicillin (pen in ceiling) hide and stuck Get put in Hell dirty, you heard me, bite the dust In order for you to get to this God level you gotta tighten (Titan) up You see R.I.P., I could rip cats I’m solo Scare raps I dare cats You don’t want no smoke I’m married to this game Who could beat me in the ring? Not a single person, I win crystal clear In this case, niggas get erased when they face disappear I go in your pocket once, in your pocket twice Remarkable how I test the geek Texas squeak He thought he was gonna recover and got an extra sheet Ya just dead One to ya gums, ya mouth with be Big Red Hit your bitch head, she got riddled with bullets for runnin’ the wrong way She was mislead (Ms. Lead) And you? Get hit with a lot of .9’s That top tier feel different when it’s ya mama cryin’ Bitch get shot too, now y’all equally in the hospital, trauma ties (traumatized) I am the one, you should’ve followed the motto They told you niggas, don’t throw rocks at sun Eastside, nigga [Round 2: Tay Roc] Hey ‘Lyt There’s some things I just can’t understand Like…how you come at me with tranny “rumors” and there’s footage of you sayin’ you’ll fuck a man Watch yo’ fag mouth You talk about bein’ at a celebrity house wit’ yo’ ass out right there on Vlad couch Crips don’t allow that type of shit at the function You said you wanna fuck Diddy, which is disgustin’ You said while all the celebrities watch you wanna be the bitch Diddy fuckin’ Then you said you ain’t never lie in yo’ life to end the discussion If Diddy seen that interview, from the game you instantly blackballed He don’t care about that He just care about Diddy black balls Look at me Tell your son, you ain’t got nothin’ to hide Day’ Then go outside with the rest and protest, show ya pride, Day’ You wore a pink dress and diss Young Thug? You outta place Dressed up as a slave at King Of The Dot, get out our race You better watch what you do, there’s some shit you can not erase This is what Weird As Fuck would look like if it got a face I already knew what this would lead to one day They said, “Yo you got ‘Lyt in L.A.! You bet’ not even come play!” You know what I told ’em? I don’t give a fuck if we on the west I came dressed to impress All the way from the east to (Easter) son Day’ (Sunday) He wit’ gun play Reach for the banger and I’ma pop him Body me?! Y’all think he able? I gotta stop him Smack, he can’t eat wit’ the label, that’s how I’m rockin’ No thanks givin’ (Thanksgiving) Day’ a seat at the table Is not an option You wanna make this a fight? Take some advice Watchin’ ya son bein’ born, you better give us the best Day’ of your life I ain’t takin’ him light And if I gotta swing, by whatever means I’ll have y’all lookin’ at the worst Day’ you ever seen Let me hear that you got work that you sell a fiend I’ma have you comin’ off of the pack; cellophane I’m hella mean You really should’ve called off this truly Disney channel Facts, I watch Mickey dog walk this Goofy Spooky, put shells in an Eagle, I’ll load it on ya Then give a cat this out the Desert, it ain’t holdin’ water Fuckin’ wit’ Dracula, you gonna need some holy water Soon as you try some shit on this stage; Total Slaughter I’m Restoring Order You think that Rock, Paper, Scissor shit is cute Boy, I don’t play Rock, Paper, Scissors I play Rock, Paper, Scissors, shoot This the truth What I got in this stash You gotta surpass I’m too far ahead of Day’, light (‘Lyt) years away I’m not in your grasp I’m outta ya class Shotty will blast ya body in half Somethin’ Brightburn Shoot the eyes of ‘Lyt outta the mask Body ya ass! Smack, I’m forced to make an arrangement This is how I torture Day’ in the basement Got a scope on it, but I gun butt him until of course it basically breaks it Now I got no handle, just the lens Morpheus shades in The Matrix Tay really dangerous Crazy, belong in a padded room This 12 aim in the middle of Day’; afternoon This cat a goon? Why? Cause y’all know he wit’ the Crips? All that Grape Street locin’ ain’t legit I’ll have y’all seein’ through Daylyt cause a hole is in his shit Then toss Daylyt (daylight) in the sea, I’m makin’ photosynthesis I know you been a bitch Never met you and you ain’t never know me FACTS We was both Dot Mobb, but we was never homies You gonna go out like Tekashi, rattin’ on hella homies I’ma end up spendin’ a year booked, I can picture Day’ tellin’ on me You hella phony You’d get laid out if you played wit’ Roc The way ‘Lyt (light) knocked out- Aye Craig, check the circuit breaker box I start takin’ shots Just know it’s straight without a chase We blam TEC’s Free hand sketch, not a trace You said meet you here, nah, let’s go outer space Put him in the Earth, liftin’ heaters Mind ya business, won’t give him AR’s (Mars), go inter venous (Venus) Open ya eyes, realize, you’re in the (Uranus) shit I’m plannin’ for him Cremate him Church sat out urns (Saturn) for the family mournin’ Nigga you’ll get murked You reach I’ll pull a hammer on him Inf’ beam, Jupiter, red dot plant it (planet) on him Tripod, hi-def cannon (Kanon) on him Boy this shit hi-tec, and you can tell TEC “hi” when I blam it on ’em Do damage on him Boy I will grip on iron, no lyin’ Son’s sick Daylyt vanish behind this hoe risin’ (horizon) You was at the Chevron, I drove by him Soon as he hit the gas, click and blast, you Mistah Fab, ya ghost ridin’ You a weirdo Make sense why Rex and Mook wanna claim you You wear that mask cause you ugly, not even you wanna face you Back of the head, two slugs erase you I stand over ya body, peel on the mask, that’s a cucumber facial I know that you hearin’ me In Cali, just know that I got loc’s that’s securin’ me Two .40’s, one .9, ten .38’s Sound like a social security No bit of fear in me Fuckin’ wit’ Roc, he ain’t here to stay Body shot, you can see straight through, shit who clear as Day’? Pussy! You one of them goofy ass clown niggas They only wanna hear light (‘Lyt) bars when my round finish And my rounds finished [Round 3: Daylyt] If anybody was gonna worry bro You gotta watch niggas who don’t fuck wit’ the glory hole In my Mook voice, “E’rybody wanna know. So here’s how the story goes.” hahaha I ain’t joined Dot Mobb just so I could make my name bigga I joined Dot Mobb outta respect for Rex, Mook, Nemesis, Norms, Flamez, Q Dott, we was tryin’ to make the game scrilla Rex said, “What about Roc?” I said, “Roc hot. But out of all the Cave he can rap too. And he never bring filler.” Rex said they got a lot in common when they rhyme, both of ’em like to aim triggers A few years past, I get a text from Rex he go, “Daylyt you was right and I’m ashamed nigga.” I go, “Rex what happened?” He go, “K-Shine and Tay Roc might be talkin’ to the same nigga.” I said, “Wait, wait, wait.” In the back of my mind I’m sayin’ “Aw plant.” Then the picture message pop up, aww man it was all man Nuts Literally Everywhere, straight drenched Then I [?] it all makes sense This explains why you never had none of the bitches at the kick back Then the next battle you got on stage and said, “Niggas be sleepin’ on you.” Oh you really meant that Then you said you was in the room with it cocked in you arm, you really did that Then you said, you be goin’ in, but(t) hold on, you really wit’ that Hmmm, it all makes sense The next bar gon’ have all y’all sayin’, “Stop. Whoa.” Cave Gang Cave Gang? A buncha niggas in Roc hole Hmmm, it all makes sense It all makes sense And at that moment when you’re tellin’ yourself the shit should stop You created Gun Titles Gun Titles, guess who always behind him? Mr. Cox Hmmm, it all makes sense Why you overexaggerate your masculinity to hide your feminine side with a tough flex You named yourself “Dracula” Dracula! I wonder what nigga you gon’ suck next (necks) Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm, it all makes sense Why you took the picture with your legs hangin’ out, tongue all down, in the background, man pants was hangin’ up Gay is in your bloodline You named yourself “Dracula” holmes Dracula home? The Trans-ylvania Hmmm, it all makes sense How a child outrovert can be so intricate, I demand space A clear win is what the fan’s say Man wait All this time to make you look bitch I got an itch to make him trans-late Oh that was trans-cendant You was Smack plan/vision like a backhand But man listen, I know why your career lost drive, it was the trans-mission And you see that I’m the realer nigga, why? Fuck this mask, I want you to look your killer in the eyes [Daylyt takes off his most infamous prop. His ski mask] Y’all saw the flier, the sire back on the card, yes Hard west They get a dub versus a sub par bar [?] guest All I need is a hard stretch Bows, I ain’t get this in awhile Y’all really expectin’ dawg (dog) to get to get a round? That’s kinda far fetched Ball heavy, I’m who these pups fear When Quill show I kill holm It’s a 100 mansion with a hindsight gift Mind like Fisk I give a sheep a round they never heard (herd) of Smoke, murda You ain’t never faced a nigga who can rhyme like this It’s just, y’all knew he was cooked soon as I saw Tay (saute) He get a double you (W), I just had to make sure my verse is straight Purpose great but perpetrate Perpendicular surface, Earth is fake You’re worthless Jake To win, whip him, what I’m sayin’ is Y’all believe these carbon copies can stop me Who ever I battle in person nate (impersonate) It tastes grateful Smack! It happened, rappin’ is y’all favorite nigga I figured I’d cap it Do you know what’ll happen if I chase a nigga? You get the open hand, the fist or the deuce Rock, paper, scis- Man this nigga so soft I could probably take Roc’s paper with some scissors Clearly, I don’t think they hear me I said, “The nigga’s so soft I could probably take Roc’s paper with scissor” Nigga, that’s gonna be hard to top And you say, you the face of URL, they stamp you Tay K cramp, you pay measly, Beasley hand stuck in ya pocket for profit But every trap you stay, Smack you say, you hope he show up armed so you can get a cut Oh fuck, that explains why they amp you Tay (amputate) Roc wit’ me, that’s light? You right, I’m at you Two deuce attached to, [?] bury, scary, Terry [?] I ain’t ask you, y’all wanna see a Smack move Smack move, they say, “URL on fuck with gun bars” is that true? Cock shotty, Roc body, it’s at you (statue) On the ground man, pound sprayin’, right where the man standin’ K with the foldin’ stock Big hole in Roc(k), welcome to the Grand Canyon It’ll be [?] if they don’t ask God, bless you I’ll stretch you, Roc the plot is yoga Oh they jot the meteorite Roc(k), got sent outer space Why would I stress you You don’t write the shit that make niggas dome [?] Stonehenge, can convince me that Roc(k)’s special It’s just you, that oughta check the flow Roc(k) But damn, dam, they say Roc(k) will be too big he got turned into Pebbles; Bam Bam Infrared got me feelin’ like DeadShot You sleep on The Flintstone bar I’ll put one in your bed Roc (Bedrock) Every bar, need to be tailormade It’s wizardry with the similes Think I’ma run outta name flips? Aw nigga I got some mo’ You in trouble then, Roc(k) bubblin’ it must’ve been pots of dope It’s toxic yo’ Less gossip, gosh I washed Roc(k), we had lots of soap That might be for beginners Remember, you had that one bitch house like it was yours Like she gave a key, told you to lock the do’ You said you had a yacht to show I don’t believe ya, Aaliyah couldn’t get ‘Roc(k) The Boat’ Dawg stop! Ya heater spark, Linkin’ Park, ya soft Roc(k) Well let me guess, you’re feeling torn Well even if you was hard Roc(k), you’re still a [?] Big stock, aimin’ high Niggas thinkin’ I’ma slip, not (Slipknot), get the gat Five to his spine, Roc(k) better get inline with Nickelback I get to Smack- Screamin’ should I keep it goin’? You should see they face They sayin’, “No way.” Beasley asked me if I was prepped I said, “Yep. I just need three days grace to run a cold play (Coldplay).” You’ve been preppin’ wrong You wanna get to the top of the card, I gotta deck his dome Right before I fuck Lux up, I gotta kick Roc(k) ass, I guess you the steppin’ stone This is my disguise, I’m not surprised Glocks’ll fly crazy They said I wouldn’t kill him with nursey rhymes Kiss Roc(k) GoodBye Baby! I’m too gritty I am the Punchline God I don’t care who wit’ him Big piece (peace)…that’s for you Nitty (Unity) I am the prophet, the sun You know the slogan, I told you niggas, don’t throw Roc(k)s at the sun Eastside nigga! [Round 3: Tay Roc] Aye, battle rap is something you don’t really care about much I’m glad we don’t got an audience You don’t deserve to be over here tearin’ crowds up Smack! Why you bring the square a-round us? Michael Jackson said it best, “They ain’t never care about us?” Don’t get excited Aye, it’s a funeral…and you’ve been invited Revolver, the disease in ya mouth; gingivitis And you raisin’ your voice, til a nigga lifeless Aye, if Day’ tone a (Daytona) little high, it better be NASCAR ticket prices Cause I’ll find out where you live and I’ll cause a straight riot Moms tied up, sock in her mouth, stay quiet Goons put gasoline on her Boy I’ll grab a lighter and hand Day light (‘Lyt) it And it’s either Day’ light it or they light it You are as dumb as it gets I am not who you wanted it with I left Dot Mobb, you started runnin’ your lips Thought I’d fuckin’ forget? I should knock out this son of a bitch Stomp you, while you in your LA Gear, have light (‘Lyt) up under my kicks Why is y’all niggas hatin’? I got a line of these niggas waitin’ I will black on ‘Lyt (light), nothin’ like discrimination If I hear cops come to ‘Lyt for some information Yeah, this switchblade will literally, shed light (‘Lyt) on the situation All I need is one knife And you gon’ get cut in the lung twice It cross your stomach and hit ya core (Shakur); Thug Life Let’s have a gun fight I’m grippin’ the snub tight Pistol whip, before I done crack this can’ on the bud ‘Lyt (Bud Lite) I said to Surf, “That nigga Crippin’. Is y’all close or not?” He said, “That nigga [?] he ain’t Rollin’ Roc(k).” I’ll let you hold a shot when I’m firin’ Boy I will give a mil’ a ‘Lyt (Miller Lite) when I creep up with the .40 from behind I can murder you The nerve of you They let you come back but ain’t tell you what casket was still reserved for you You get a funeral after ya life Ya family cryin’, cause in that box, it wasn’t lookin’ natural like I make shit hella spooky I MAKE SHIT HELLA SPOOKY! Hop out a Jetta hooptie, skkkkrt TEC or Uzi, point blank, hit this Grape in his apple and left a smoothie You will wish, you never knew me Think it’s a game like Kevin Hart and get killed by Roc You seen Jumanji: The Next Level movie Long nose, shots fly Intersections, cross roads I can put these lines on ‘Lyt (light) and make a barcode Hot round, heat up his grill, you thought of charcoal Lift the toast, here’s to Day’ (today) you’ll be gone tomor- I’ll blow this building up, every one of y’all, ‘Lyt and me Now who say if they could beat Roc and ‘Lyt and (enlighten) me Get hype wit’ me I’ll put a hole in somethin’, like his entire teeth Have him runnin’ up the steps from Roc he (Rocky) try fightin’ me Pussy, I thought you said you was Crip, why you lie to me? You ain’t never drawn no blood; lobotomy I don’t like how you eyin’ me Strap in his face, I let him inspect the (Inspector) Gadget for tryin’ to spy on me I know you probably gon’ mention my chain took in a robbery I ain’t pay for it back, I ain’t pay for a mockery I sent one nigga, like, “Go get what they got from me.” I got robbed and in less than 30 days got back my property Respect? Niggas got a lot for me Them niggas couldn’t move a round with that piece without payin’; Monopoly I show up to your front door, it better unlock for me If not! Pops bust through the door, fuck up his privacy The gun butt him, his legs wobbly Got the chop on me The tripod, turns into a standup; comedy A star struck, when I look up to you, you inspire me I can see, ‘Lyt (light) through the scope; biology You think he a gang, until this vampire flip and you seein’ pain I will hit his back with a Blade, Day’ walk (Daywalker) will never be the same Bars about me gettin’ robbed, yeah, now they even lame I am not your boss Rex Them pussy niggas that robbed me could not keep my chain Stop bein’ strange Ain’t no words to be exchanged, it’s time to die I don’t wanna hear, “Let me explain-” Your casket be pre-arranged My heater bang Leave a stain Only way y’all savin’ Daylyt (day light) is if the season change Pussy! You one of them goofy ass clown niggas They only wanna hear ‘Lyt (light) bars when these rounds finish Light bars
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