[Round 1: Serius Jones]
I put my life behind these bars
That was the second time I had just left a cell
And Smack, you know you ain’t right for lettin’ boy flip that coin
N***a, that’s a L
But every coin got two sides to it
So instead of flippin’, I thought “How could I flip it to benefit myself as well?”
So should I press a dent (President) in his face, or give him the Eagle?
Heads or tails?
See, speaking of the- come on now
Speaking of the Cave, they used to draw stories on the walls
Pictures wit’ animals on top
With no paint brushes, just fingers and blood
Know in foreign lands, a future man was gon’ watch
Wеll, I’m ‘bout to make them ancestors so proud
Bеcause I’mma send a message to the next generation, too
When I make art outta puttin' hands on Roc(k)!
See, they gon’ always pay for this art
If you gamblin’ on this, play it smart
If you prayin’ that when I break Tay-Tay apart, he gon’ show courage
Just know this: I’mma kill Dracula
So if I was you, I wouldn’t (wooden) put no stake in his heart!
How you a vampire, but son light!?
And we in the Sunshine State?
I don’t see your man survivin’
See, it’s meteors that’s planet-sized and too advanced to find ‘em
And then it’s asteroids that made it to the Earth, layin’ in the canyons hidin’
Now what do this have to do wit’ your mans and rhymin’?
Well, you seen a meteor, right (meteorite)?
‘Cause Roc(k) don’t land without a whole lot of gas behind him!
See, I relate to pain!
Nowadays, it’s a gang of slaves
Linked together, hatin’ on the major names
Well, y’all seen versus Mook, I told y’all I was a runaway
So you know I gotta use Roc(k) just to break the chain
See, I been fucked over, left for dead
Distant! Forgotten!
Luck ran out
They thought that I’d be gone - shout to Gotti - but I been rockin’
Since colorful tops, on the block like Rodman
Seen fiends in the box, boxin’ for suboxones
Locked in, but now it’s time to get it shakin’ for a bag, like Top Ramen
And you gettin’ drug, all three rounds, like Top rhymin’
See, you nonviolent!
I wouldn’t put-
I seen that jump
You wouldn’t put white on chalk in the streets hopscotchin’
And I’m not for consignment
‘Cause if a n***a give me Roc(k), the hardest thing for me to do is…not rob him!
When I put a Bat in the air, it ain’t the signal to light Gotham
I’m opp-shoppin’
I could close out my folder, or fold out the shoulder
I got multiple stock options!
I rep Jersey, but you been on Harlem’s dick since you was Dot-Mobbin’!
But now you got problems
And according to the block goblins, that sleep next to the needles and popped condoms
Apparently they ain’t the only ones that hit Roc(k)-bottom!
I shot him!
That’s what I’ll whisper in your mama ear at the wake
Wit’ the ‘Pac in Juice hug over the shoulder, starin’ Gotti and Nitty in the face
Gunshot blast! Lungs got splashed!
Smack like, “Jesus!”
‘Cause he was prayin’ I ain’t move Roc(k) from in front of the Cave after he passed
But y’all believed he was y’all Savior
That’s why y’all been keepin’ Roc(k) away from me like my jump shot trash?
Shotgun! Like Elmer
Stuck from Gorilla Glue in my lungs
We all know you cut and paste, and been duckin’ on tape
But tonight, what you better stick to is your guns!
‘Cause I got too much testosterone
Give her some extra gin (estrogen) and make your whore moan (hormone)
I’m in her cheeks, she like, “Ow! You killin’ me.”
But they say you let girly boys smash you literally!
That’s dude energy!
Homo thug!
You probably blow wood wit’ a Pooh Shiesty ski mask on
So don’t let them hold yours, hit your weed, or pass you Hennessy
Now, no cap, you might wind up wit’ DNA on the mask you lend to T (masculinity)
See, if I’m…what?
Oh my God…
If we into it, T - he caught it
I’m the one to put to a tee
But you already knew that I was gon’ tee off on you - that’s intuity
Rocked him, turned him into a T, turned him into a tee!
Now you in hot water and a bag
I done broke Roc down into a TEA!
I’m not playin’ wit’ this fuckin’ n***a

Roc got robbed! Then rocked!
Then come to find out Roc income got his Benjamins lookin’ grim
And the Thing is, this Roc(k) body gon’ be Fantastic for (4) all my homies to watch
But you Doomed when I Torch you, and where’s Roc friends, huh?
Always screamin’ “Gang!”
Bro, you’re not in one!
The Cave!? You just be talkin’ crazy shit, but Baby Boy bitch: Taraj’ Henson
Get him stoned! Do him dirty! Give Roc the whole mop! And then some!
You from the County, where Baltimore n***as cop licks and pop chicks from
You guys victims!
You from Edgewood? Well, I’ll smack Drac’ wit’ a Drac’
You should be used to your face bein’ on the edge of the wood
That’s where y’all got him from!
OW!
I feel good when I’m spinnin’
Young James Brown, I don’t waste rounds
You better take Caution, ‘cause you don’t want her to see the TECs (texts)
Your phone face-down
Simplistic!
G.I. Jones, I enlisted
Twin Biscuits, will carve a sculpture outta Roc(k) face, it’s indigenous
I’mma make this tense from this distance
War wit’ me, it’s like fifty Stormtroops sittin’ on the roof
Bitches wit’ blickers and they titties sittin’ on your stoop
I’m talkin’ ‘bout n***as and bitches, poppin’ outta nowhere: it’s a Diddy lawsuit!
We don’t just SEEM ELITE!
We’ve been professional hustlers since 14, it’s deep
But your hood ain’t never had no pro teens (proteins) in it: vegan meat
Holes on the top of the can, like how island people season meat
In the Trenches, you’ll be on the Block cappin’ (Captain), but this ain’t easy (Eazy) street
So he act tough, shit, the Wave could see shells (seashells) when he come home
And it don’t need a beach
So act throwed, and the last place you gon’ be skippin’ through, Roc(k), gon’ be this creek
Lord knows I done been through more dirt than Jesus’ feet!
But you got robbed for your chain like Red in Friday
Couldn’t be me, though
‘Cause see, I woulda been outside wit’ the arm cocked in the rain, lookin’ for Deebo!
N***a, it’s me, though!
It’s ME, THOUGH!
It’s ME, THOUGH!
Let’s go! Round 1
[Round 1: Tay Roc]
YO!
This ain’t all a surprise
From Day 1, you was hatin’ since I was a star on the rise
Over 50 URLs and still rappin’
He like, “How you battle all of them guys?”
That’s because I know how to compartmentalize
And my drive up another level like a parking garage!
I’m the best breathin’!
I’m ‘bout more action and less speakin’
Battled last week, I’m battlin’ now and next weekend
TEC squeezin’! Hittin’ your chest region!
You gon’ have to watch the (w)hole, Serius (series), and wait on the next season!
Get left-
Are you FUCKING DUMB!?
Get left for dead bleedin’!
This battle gon’ be a massacre
(*chuckles*)
I’m tellin’ you, this battle gon’ be a massacre
I pulled up wit’ this burner (Burna), Boy, it ain’t from Africa
Clap at ya
I'll flip this square wit' a stick, sound like a spatula
Stabbin' ya, cuttin' through everything that's cardiovascular
I'll take the back of the .40-caliber and start smackin' ya
Get his melon smashed wit' a hammer: Gallagher
Knock you out, Tommy Hearns when he fought Hagler
You gon' need new veneers and have to speak a new vernacular
There is nothing you can do with Dracula
You piece-of-shit human trafficker!
Just imagine if I took your daughter - would you come back for her?
You act like you live a whole new life, but your soul ain't right
You's a pimp that's at war wit' the cops like Dolemite