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Tay Roc vs. Mike P
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Mike, “Pulice” really your last name? You was dead ‘fore this even started Smack, who told this n***a URL was Pulice (police) department? He a target, this can of mine’ll clap Underground is where Mike Pulice’ll rest (police arrest) like, “Hands behind your back” You a fan of mine in rap You are not hot Difference between us: you play Black Ops, I got opps Sawed-off fresh out the chop shop Tryna stop Roc? Big round in front of Mike (mic): it ain’t a pop block You woulda said some stupid sh*t in my face and got clocked You wasn’t alarmed you at risk (wrist)? Stop, watch I will c*ck Glocks while his car is in park Brains in the whip, but everything outside of Pulice (police) car unmarked You wanted Roc, you got the right man I don’t like fam’ f**k Tyson, Jordan, and Jackson: I ain’t a Mike fan Get knocked out if you tryna fight, fam’ Your n***as gotta help you up and adjust how Mike (mic) stand Look, white man, I’m the type to ruin your wedding You say “I do”, I ring on him usin’ the Wesson I’ll catch Mike and his b*t*h at a restaurant, beautiful setting Then f**k Mike (mic) up in that booth: it’s a studio session Don’t spend your quarantine money, Michael You might go broke If he sayin’ he f**kin’ wit’ Roc, he might blow coke I’m on the roof wit’ it, him and his wife don’t know Sniper rifle, everybody in Mike row scoped (microscope) Eddie and Martin: life’s no joke You’re a bozo You only black (Blac) and war (Anwar) on a Champion during promo I’ll walk up to you at an event like it’s for a photo And have Mike stretched out under my shoes: Jordan logo You couldn’t beat me on this Skype wit’ your best prop Microphone and headset from your Xbox Through the windshield the TEC pop I left P (pee) on the side of the road: I couldn’t make it to the rest stop Boy, you thought Caffeine was streamin’ this? They geeked you up Mike, I will sleep you, and Caffeine won’t keep you up Whoever wit’ you speakin’ up, I’ll lift my heater up Give me space, and at least six feet if he deep enough Who said he is tough? You all is frontin’ You started somethin’ If I target somethin’, your skull is crushin’ I’ll have you in the hospital, your mother in the waiting room callin’ cousins Like “Mike hooked up to machines with all the plug-ins” You all is bluffin’ This who y’all got to murder me? Settin’ sh*t up like this, y’all got to do it purposely I left dawg shot, the room is burgundy I sent ‘em through P body: Institute at Johns Hopkins University I’ll get the drop on where you live, and when I find it Tape his mouth shut, have P silent: psychotic You gon’ die in front of your b*t*h - is your broad ready? BANG! Now the blood of P (pee) in her face: R. Kelly Your Wolverine-in-the-face-ass, you don’t look like a beast I’ll let it rip out the machine: it look like receipts Look, Mike deceased Paramedics’ll put you under covers, and you won’t even look like police And let a n***a from your squad wanna scrap I’ll pop the trunk and have Pulice dawg in the back Palm it and clap, you’ll see a ‘K pop off Knock ya block off Brains of Pulice (police) everywhere: GTA 5 stars Light bars I said, um...Mr. Roc? Mr. Roc? Oh, oh, hey, what’s up, Roc? My name’s Mike P I’m gonna be, uh, your doctor So I heard that you have a, uh, slight chance of dying today So, uh, we’re just gonna go ahead and, uh, make sure that happens You know, we’re quarantining Disease runnin’ rampant around the world, I feel we should be scared But Smack hit me for a quick check to get this b*t*h next, so I should prepare You a mothaf**kin’ virus, Tay I’d tell it to your face if I could be there But the government told me give you six feet...I figured I’d put you there You fallin’ off, Roc Losin’ battles and drop the lamest songs Your specialty was longevity, but it looks like you won’t stay for long I was blind to seein’ your spot bein’ took, but now the game is on So f**k how your .50 lift Jimmy Cliff: I can see clearly now, the reign (rain) is gone Your throne’s in jeopardy Been cuttin’ heads off and havin’ fun collectin’ Snub the weapon Nah, I can’t even see if gun protectin’ Knowin’ what’s between me and Tay, so I’ll lift up the Wesson You f**ked White boys always good at shootin’ Roc(k) uncontested! b*t*h, I’ll hit you wit’ that same ‘douken that slumped Tink You suck now, you was better back then like punk pink Your Funk stinked, you Flexed on nothin’ f**k does this c**t think? Try throwin’ hands, I’ll lift my shield in the front like Young Link When I hop off stage, they say “Mike P on one” Been off the main stage, so they give me someone that be on one So fix ya face or get 9, clown I’ll give Roc(k) a Friday Night SmackDown if you do so much as raise an eyebrow Die, clown Been savin’ for the real battle, to have your soul removed So everything I want to say to you, I’m not going to But show and prove Catch you quarantining, put an arm to Tay The window’s where I ram Roc You’ll see red in the glass like Chardonnay- Do Maryland got lakes? ‘Cause I’m goin’ for a slaughter If martial law’s in effect, ain’t takin’ mothaf**kin’ orders You talk crazy? Get killed in front of your mothaf**kin’ daughter If I ever skip Roc(k) bein’ sideways, I’ll throw him in the water! To hell you! Air you! Two blades, pair you Vers’ Jones you told me “Rap!” Vers’ chrome, you’d tell me spare you You wouldn’t shoot sh*t Bring a new fif’ to who plot wit’ you That’s Jackson vibes Michael got the green light behind if Roc(k) Wit’ You sh*t-talker! I’ll break a knuckle in your frail mouth, Roc Not one person in your fake gang could bail out Roc If you in public, you done with I’ll air out Roc Elvis Presley: you better off hidin’ in a Jailhouse, Roc(k)! Put him down now Weapons out, he get the pound now Two fifs, on the hip for a square: “Bring it around town!” URL- That woulda f**kin’ blew a URL main stage off the roof URL hit me to battle, I’m goin’ off on you f**k Tay Roc - I’ll drive to Maryland and cough on you! b*t*h! You ain’t no real man You just sit and collect your checks in We was on a business call with Caffeine, and you ain’t interject a second You were smoking blunts and dropping your calls This kid a mess - you threatenin’? f**k I look like losin’ to a terrible Internet connection? You a sucka, yes f**k a vet, I’ll damage your rep’ My pure game like your chain: you’d be embarassed to set That’s a f**kin’ round right there Let’s go
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