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Tay Roc vs. Chilla Jones
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My first big stage... Was N.O.M.E 3, and XI came that fast? Eleven years in URL and I'm still here, how my raps trash? I'm a slave to the game, that's why I get the most backlash Y'all take me for a joke Well here's where I get the last laugh You knew, you was gon' get cooked soon as you saw Tay (Sauté) I will violate And send DMs your broad way Fly her out, and try her head on an off-day Make her catch the meat in her mouth like Salt Ba-- **be smart!** ..Or my attitude switch It's action I'm with, I grab a few clips and Ride through Boston, Massachusetts Your ass'll get whipped, get dragged in this b*t*h I'm talkin' 'bout I will give you the beats **bad** like Cass' produced it You'll get cracked in your sh*t! Your teeth crackle and chip, in the middle row New instrument; look like I attached a drum to a piccolo You ain't winnin' this on a big stage And this you know! You only entertaining with a small crowd like Jimmy Kimmel show I scheme too! Not like you, with a pistol tho' Blue steel; it look like the Navy shipped it tho' If this baby blew (blue) then Emmett Till (Teal) you gon' get to know All of my n***as sad, fire (Sapphire) and they all in to go! (Indigo) Is this n***a slow!? Tell dog "get quiet" I start a riot Beat you! 'Til you turn purple in your face, I'm ultra violent (Ultraviolet) Once my mind made up, nobody can talk me out it That sh*t is out of my crew's (cruise) control, like autopilot You pop slick? All you gon' hear was he got hit Like Patrick's house, you gon' see a dummy when Roc (rock) lift If Roc p*ssed Then it's Tokyo: two chopsticks Shots spit! And hit Chill' back, "**I got this**" YOU ARE NOT LIT! I'm the type to end it 'fore sh*t begin n***a you don't even know the type sh*t you're in Pass Caution the revolver, I send her in She give it a little spin And he wasn't prepped (Prep) for what the f**k that b*t*h did to him! I'll split your chin, say somethin' I don't like I'm first to hit you, 30 clip you It ain't even worth these issues Better think about your daughter When you get merc'd she'll miss you You sweet as **chocolate** And when you go in that hearse she (Hershey) kiss you! **Straight out the gate!** This n***a should worry Who sprayed Goodz cologne in this battle? It smells like a gentlemen's 30 I'll make a real movie. with a steel Uzi Gun-butt, rockin' (rock in) your chin like Freeway beard jewelry You think you a rider? You must be drunk, or feel woozy Over drugs (Drugz) I'll get you jacked (Jakk) by a real Goonie Grabbing a gat, a cat'll get clapped Like when Ace battled John and had all them hats I mean, give him cap... after cap... after cap! Blade in him, every vein tore inside you Make the skin on a rapper (wrapper) peel off; Caffeine water bottles! I'll pull this heat on you, squeeze on you Make you a sandwich Between the street and an all white sheet on you! The recoil, will make all of the staff vacate Try to run, I'll let it off and your back take eight When he die, target this cat grave place And when I find the tombstone from Boston, mark it **In black spray paint!** This cat ain't safe! I be liftin' the chrome I can break him down when I put one in the middle of Jones pu**y! I will never give up the throne All you n***as is clones Copycats of the sh*t you been shown You corny as hell, watch your mouth i have a story to tell How you got beat behind bars like n***as tortured in jail You will get hit with the Taurus' shells And I won't miss a hair (hare) The exit wound look like a tortoise's shell The clip curl, it's a scorpion tail, that's a fancy mag' The Kel-Tec, it fold and close like sandwich bags! This cannon blast I send ammo frags all through your tee Then tell you, you was the best alive ..At your eulogy! Between you and me, this Heckler & Koch is a UMP And the first round took Jones out, **UM3** Who is he!? The Gun Bar King, don't need schemes I hook this geek, he get put to sleep: sweet dreams This laser and pistol, makes a mean team And I'm the only moderator in this Clubhouse I got a green beam! (bean) You might have battled dudes who sound like me I don't give a f**k! Them n***as ain't got the crown like me, n***as Light bars! Ay Chilla I'm the face of URL One, 'cause I don't f**k up the cheddar Two, get on this stage, deliver the toughest sh*t ever Three, as a hype man there's no one that is better I damn near play every role Like Eddie Murphy in *Nutty Professor* Bustin' a Heckler, everything is touch is bloody I said *Nutty Professor* I'll separate a clump (Klump) from Buddy! You got lucky with Shine, but not with Tay The Pen gon' leave leakin', that's the difference between I and (N) K You gon' die today! f**k a resume, or checkin' the stats The last time you have seen Roc, I am better then that This TEC it'll clap, your head and your back All you saw was the Pen (pin) down in the ring; this a wrestling match YOU BETTER RELAX! Try and f**k with my run? You got Champ' of the Year, you shoulda stayed humble my son You'll get put to sleep, your lullaby sung One from my gun I'll have Chill' out in the street like summertime fun! **f**k, THIS GUY DUMB!?** What if I swung? You'll get knocked out Then wake up at 9:11, time out Two Twins, Tower over him then shot out In plain (Plane) view And nobody told the Pen to go and (Pentagon) watch out! **BOY!** You not 'bout to get in this ring, now you real tough I will black your sh*t, both your eyes will be sealed shut You'se a real chump I will beat you with a pistol 'til you feel lump Put knots on his head that won't heal up: they Chill' bumps I won't cut a deal once! If you tryna cop information, I wouldn't share if you was a retired cop Tryin' Roc, you'll need a muscle relaxer after somebody shot This sh*t will **heat up Chill'**, like Icy Hot I'm the type to pop-- the locks of your crib And you ain't even there But I will send the Pen (Pin) my location, and you can meet me there He'll come home, to somethin' that's bizarre Tables flipped, your b*t*h tied up in the garage I'll pull a Springfield out, the butt into your jaw Hit with the back of a Hellcat, it ain't the rear bumper of a Dodge f**kin' with the squad? sh*t ain't makin' your health safer Don't f**k with Roc, do yourself favors Or end up what they smell later Surround you with gasoline... flick a cigarette Wherever the 'Port land (Portland) is a trail blazer (Trailblazer) ..Or I'll grab a hammer And bang a nail through the Pen head (Pinhead) I'm a *Hellraiser* I can rap fast, or kill dude with a slow flow I'm talkin' dog-walk you with a round like a yo-yo You'se a warm-up, your heat bein' hot is a no-go Check our temperatures: Chill' cool, but I'm cold though! I told Hollow, "I got two daughters that I'm raising One's nine, and one's one" This new toy that I'm raisin' is a 1911 Is you dumb!? Whiplash, you who I'ma break next (necks) Get your face wrecked This [?] steel (steal) ain't fake bank checks Your lucks (Lux) up, I keep somethin' Loaded in grey sweats You 'bout to get drugged crystal clear, and it ain't meth! I'm a straight vet Still got more gas in the tank left Now watch the King knock off a rook, let's play chess I don't take threats, I reach for the waist if he takes steps Send him runnin', bullets hummin' by his face like stank breath b*t*h! I wish you would, run up in my family home You'll get rocked in the Cave And then dumped out in *Indiana, Jones* I'll catch him before his flight with his luggage, it's too late I will *Desperado*, shootin' sh*t through the suitcase Or I will swing an all black Bat at your roof... wait Nah, I will let this Tommy leave (Lee) Jones with a Two-Face This heat clap! He get shot on camera, then **re-capped** His family, won't have no Chill', they need to RELAX! I mean that! This guys a clown Here's a scheme, how the Pen gets drugged inside of a round Your mom's chopped up They gotta add her all (Adderall) together when the body is found He think he a Viking then (Vicodin)... This'll peel (pill) and it could lie the Pen (Klonopin) down! **pu**y!** You might've battled n***as who sound like me I don't give a f**k! Them n***as ain't got the crown like me Light bars! 2-0 n***a [Round 3: Tay Roc} Ay, oh you thought I would come to play? Why would you f**k with Tay? Only n***as that got paid more then me tonight Is them n***as that splittin' that 100k If I got somethin' that I wanna say, I'ma say that Steel rise, if I don't like Chill' vibes he get laid back If you think I lost, you prolly just hate rap And that's straight facts But most likely my Formula won (One): race tracks URL King, n***as try and act like I ain't that So what I got in store, you gon' pay for sure like state tax This guy is finished If you don't believe in me then you non-religious Before Beloved passed you the torch he would try Olympics I'm offended, N.O.M.E 3 I watched you die in minutes When Smack put DNA on Chill', that was cryogenics! You should mind your business Boy I will crack the skull of your whole dome f**k around and get your sh*t pushed back: postpone I ain't got time for UFC, unload chrome Get hit with somethin' silver (Silva) it'll be breakin' your Bones Jone The blade steel, I shave Chill' make a snowcone Put your seed in the dirt, I'm tryna make homegrown Hop in that Charger, hit the gas **SKRRT** you get rode on Run him over, 'til the Turbo *Breakin'* like Ozone! I'm no clone Since this height, I been nice You fight fair, I bring my gun to a fist fight This knife, could leave a big hole or a thick slice In other words: Give Chilla polka dots or leave the Pen (Pin) striped Don't get hype b*t*h Don't get hype, you better chill out a bit Or you grill I'ma hit, all your teeth gon' spill out of it Any b*t*h you are with, I feel I can get You are boring! A b*t*h would talk an air conditioner Before she bring Chill' out to (the) vent **CHILL' I WILL FLIP!** Crack your cabbage for actin' savage All you cats is faggots Tryna take me out but don't have the status I'll throw in the trunk, bring you back in traffic While you wrapped in plastic Make a n***a on this card disappear; I've mastered magic They say all I do is gun bars, and my tactic average You know what I tell 'em? "Carry on"... travel baggage If we havin' static, better make sure you have a casket Grab a hatchet, skin Chilla, and make some matchin' jackets We'll be at your adress! If you don't have a ratchet, then you in trouble We like gorillas, bruisin' knuckles, walkin' through the jungle Pistol-whip, make the knees on this human buckle Your head gon' open up like an oyster And you won't move a muscle! (mussel) f**k YOU! (x4) I should go viral again I should black (Blac) on whoever gave that title to him Put this rifle to him, your life it'll end Y'all remember when they killed 'Dre on *Power*? I'll light up the Pen! You'll wisen up when, your head get split with my toaster I could pistol-whip him to sleep, that's Glock coma (Glaucoma) Talkin' stupid, I'll pop on you And somethin' **loud** got **Chill'** outta nowehere; Bi-polar! Are you high or sober? You prolly smokin' some real rock Chilla, Jones, King Pen, all these flips I still got Run in his crib, with a lil' Glock, peel shots Make everybody feel this kickback at Chill' spot! And I ain't laughin', this sh*t no humor News report it, your whole house merc'd by a schitzo shooter After you get a big hole through you Mike vs. Roy: I'ma put this Iron up against Jones Junior (Jr.) That's light! Besides that, nothin' 'bout me light Soon as you said my name, I come outside to fight Boy I will f**k up with Pen! It'll be a **homicide** tonight Bullet **stuck** in the Pen It got twenty-five to life! Somethin' 'bout me might, pick up a ladder, my main squeeze Fill him with lead, hit Chill' in the head: brainfreeze! BANG THESE! **b*t*h** WHAT!? Bang these, you get beat with these weapons A fifth of Hennesy: I will put a bottle on Chill' It's for the V.I.P section! pu**y! You might've battled n***as that sound like me I don't give a **f**k!** them n***as ain't got the crown like me [Round 3: Chilla Jones]
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