[Round 1: DNA]
DNA versus Tay Roc, I know a lot of y’all ain’t wanna witness this
Since you said you wanted Calicoe
If Smack ain’t paid me these racks I wouldn’t have did this shit
My bro Charlie beat you twice, since they say I’m his son
I could live with it
So this battle’s like Vine cuz the same thing gon get repeated by lil' Clips
Get the fifth, let this G know (Geno) if he don’t Jet, he getting Vick’d
The tre will make you pay, sir (Pacer) or the mill’ll (Miller) spit
Get him, k’s (MK) in the Daylyt (daylyt), I bet you’ll chill a (Chilla) bit
Or just call me Planet Of The Apes
That mean my C’s will (Ceasar) be on some gorilla (guerilla) shit
Tell Murda he still a bitch, cause I ain’t even want Tay Tay
I was hoping that Mook get wild
Since he didn’t, guess I gotta practice with Roc(k) like a shoot around
You’ll get smoked with the pipe, that’s a hookah lounge
Then it’s (dentist) to the tool like a root canal
You say you got hammers well you should use it now
Cause the last time we seen a DOT reaching was the Proving Ground
What? Y’all ain’t seen a Queens n***a
Murda Inc like this since Black Child?
How y’all think this n***a Roc Raw, when all he do is bring Smack down (Smackdown) Heard you was snitching in Baltimore, telling n***as about crack vials
So for singing on the wire, I’ma show you my mac wild (Mackwild)
That’s why I think URL smart, but Tay stupid
Cause Smack put him behind bars; Frank Lucas
They amped you, ya whole tier (tear) gassed; St. Louis
For y’all raving (Raven) I’ma make two ring; Ray Lewis
If I see him in a hoodie he’ll die, unless he got a mean vest
They ain’t gon' see you on this card again (cardigan)
Since you wanna be fresh
You owe me any shorts? Leave (short sleeve), or get ya casket closed tight like T-Rex
Follow where that car goes (cargos) and a pair will hit ya V next (v-necks)
I told you Roc, I’m on some other shit
After them first two battles with Charlie
Should’ve learned not to fuck with Clips
See you and ya wiz hopping out of that Rolls well start running quick
Cause boy I carry a cannon that’ll make a couple split
What y’all thought? After Ill Will I couldn’t check this dude?
They should’ve known it wasn’t a game when I spit this TEC in too
(Tekken 2)
If ya Maryland n***as try to jump in, I’ma E. Ness them too
But Ty won’t try once I put Law in order (Law & Order) like SVU
If he survive I’m running in B-more right inside of the spot
Tay Tay going out like Omar whether he got on a Wire or not
I tell my man keep ya eyes on the clock
So when I shoot at 8:59 all y’all gon see is .9 on the Dot
What you thought? I was gon' come and spit the same shit that Clips said?
Jaz The Rapper hammer, that means it’s nothing but big heads
If I see you in that Cadillac, Ty better get low or ya clique dead
Ayo Charlie! (Charli) Baltimore n***as always leave with their wig red
That’s why you got me tight right now, I wanna fight right now
Cause I hate ya slogan and everything that has to do with light right now
Like if I see ya son in the crib, I’ma shoot his brains
Leave that on the mantle
If I see Roc lampin' around, I’ma show him what this can' do (candle)
For y’all thinking this a match and he fire, that ain’t mad bright
Now if you think about them last words, then that’s light
I mean you say ya wack slogan and then repeat bars
And y’all get excited from it
Don’t y’all notice he says that’s light so you could be blinding from it?
I mean Roc, that’s an indication that you not ready
You keep giving us light bars to disguise that they not heavy
It’s round one it’s getting hot in here, y’all know my slogan
(GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!)
Hell no! Get his whip the fuck outta here!
Get Smack, get everybody that was on my dick the fuck outta here!
Get Rex, get Mook, get Shine, ya whole clique the fuck outta here!
Since Charlie made it debatable, get Clips the fuck outta here!
[Round 1: Tay Roc]
Smack called me, said I had you, I said wait a minute
Now I can’t really describe the mood it put me in
Wait, I’m in it, you gone be gone in 60 seconds
This gone take a minute
Give em a shot that’s clear as hell, he'll get a facial with it
N***a where you live? Don’t make me visit
I'll pistol whip em
He’ll have to relearn everything and be babysitted
Sawed-off pump, if you run I could chase you with it
If I got beef with blood he’s marinating in it
I’ll fuck ya bitch and she’ll say who did it
I’m a crack her if she hanging with you n***as, I’m racial with it
Draw lead then erase you with it
You should’ve thought outside of the box
Now I’ma place you in it
Aye you get it? You in my way, now you getting wrecked
Disrespect, suck my dick, fuck you and the clique you rep
Red beam on ya lip, looking like a lit cherry on a cigarette
I’ll clap him with a automatic sweeper; this my Swiffer Jet
Gun Bar King, don’t claim that, that’s not ya style
Roc is foul, I’ll shoot up ya building and hope I shot a child
Bitch on my strip you are not allowed
And this tone silent, he won’t hear it ringing
It’s like my pocket dial
Light bars, let me hear that this guy’s snitchin'
That’s gon lead to you tied up watching ya bitch be my victim
It’s like I’m showing you how to cook a meal
It’s kinda sickening
Cuz you gone sit and watch while I bat her then fry chicken
Not kidding, Roc trippin', I will let a Glock hit em
Man, the can come from under the shirt like I’m shoplifting
I will kick in ya door with a stock lifting
Like “don’t move”
I’ll paralyze whoever I see walking, I’m not crippin’
Rex and K-Shine got with em
I’ma do em like the last two Dots did him
But Roc ain’t bring a prop with em
This TEC’ll aim, no Tetris game when ya block missin'
It’s Mardi Gras; that’s all of y’all with ya top missin'
What make you think that there’s something
That you can do with Mook?
Stop coming at the Dots you gon make me pull and shoot
Rounds off my waist; that’s a hula-hoop
Headshot, have his wisdom coming out his mouth
Like I pulled ya tooth
When I first battled Clips, you wasn’t nowhere in sight
I hope you brought ya punches, pussy I’m prepared to fight
Smack told me to take Eric’s life
Now I gotta do Eric wrong
I’m trying to send him to Eric Wright
Why you hating? This automatic will annihilate him
Fuck a drive-by, I walk up and leave the driver waiting
He get shot right in the middle of having conversation
My shooters come give the metal to who I’m nominating
Roc ain’t playing
I don’t fuck with y’all and I don’t keep no secrets
I dug Charlie a grave, this one gone be the deepest
Bury you after him, Smack, this gone be the sweetest
They got double crossed and iced; that’s two Jesus pieces
Light bars, now you see your opponent
Lebron James gone make me cramp in the heat of the moment
See that’s where you made me mad
I will Paul George him
Put two 4’s on him then break his leg in half
DNA you’re trash, and that’s all you’re about to hear
I’ll knock DNA out DNA with what I got in here
If I let off one round you know it will be hot in here
New York, what’s his slogan?!
(GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!)
NO! Get them kicks the fuck outta here
I already bodied the n***a who write for you
Get Clips the fuck outta here
How dare you diss my n***a
Saying “get Smack the fuck outta here”
If I was Smack I would’ve stepped back like “You ain’t getting paid ya other half shun, now get ya ass the fuck outta here”
[Round 2: DNA]
That last round that he spit
I fuck with it Roc, you had a lot of lyrics and shit
I was trying to break you down and do some other things
But y’all wanna hear that ignorant shit
So and since Smack’s ya man, I don’t wanna air you out
But you just took up for a n***a
When I battled he ain’t even put a trailer out
This my second round Tay, it’s time to see what ya life bout
Like when shit get foul for Roc
Which one of ya n***as gon' call that time out?
But let me look in a snake eyes, fuck rollin' a dice out
Cause lets see if you saying “that’s light”
When you got a n***a that’s punching ya lights out
They told me don’t freestyle this battle
They told me keep it written please
Well tell this Joker I’m the wrong one to face (Two Face)
Since tonight y’all gon miss the frees (Mr. Freeze)
You know how they got A-Team and the mohawk on Mr. T?
Like if I call a team they’ll bring out more hawks if they miss the T
Since he for beef, tell Smack set it up with Factz if you get the cheese
Cause once I serve Tay with this Big Mac, I’ma give Mickey these
(Mickey D’s)
Then drive through, put a soul in the air, that’s perfect
I’m gripping the Glock to put his chick in a box, that’s CHURCHES
This biscuit on the side order help me get Roc fried
So when these POP-EYES I’m killin you and ya FIVE GUYS
If you think you the gun bar king and you stay strapped
Then where was ya gun when Mook got pistol whipped
And Rex got his chain snatched?
You know what, save that, he won’t SHINE if this K clap
If you survive, I’ll recap him like Jay Blac
You ain’t in my league, that’ll get Tay slapped
For one you not King Of The Dot’s
So when I Flip Tops I’m knocking off A Hat (AHAT)
How you from Baltimore but joined a Harlem group? That’s straight wack
So as for Roc, he’s getting addressed (a dress) A$AP
You know A$AP Rocky wear the dress, you know what, save that
All you n***as saying I was bout to get 3-0’d y’all need to stop crying
Saying it’d be biased cause we battled in New York, n***a stop lyin'
Clips said whoever hate on you vers' Tay, them n***as cock ridin'
I said nah, they just bringin' a new definition of Roc climbing
I swear to god as my motherfuckin witness
The moment you become top tier in battle rap, everything switches
Them same fans that used to love you and cheer
Now they boo and become critics
That shit that they use to give constructive criticism, now it’s malicious
But here’s the difference
See when DNA don’t make sense it’s cause I freestyled it
Thought of it this very minute
When you don’t make sense
You went home, took time out, and it was written
For instance he said
“I should shoot Charlie in his Windgate with these mac’s b (Max B)”
Now let me get this shit straight
Y’all mean to tell me I can’t clap machetes
But he can shoot n***as in their Windgate? What the fuck is a Windgate!?
I’m just asking ya
And how can you put CAL IN DA ER when AR ends with “Calendar?”
You said
“I should kill ya grandma, ma and whoever else shack (Shaq) up with you”
That’s like saying the Yankees second baseman was John Elway
Cause n***a grandmama’s not Shaquille O’Neal, it’s LJ
See you don’t know basketball, that’s the problem
Hit his windshield, the 6’ll (Sixer) break the glass like Darryl Dawkins
It’ll look like the Knicks vers’ the Pacers when I grab the Larkin
Cause if you don’t wanna see this four point play like Larry Johnson
Now I’ma be honest, I don’t got respect for y’all
Cause y’all just be cheering for Roc and he don’t make sense at all
You get blinded by the aggression and performance so y’all get hyped too
You don’t even finish the bar, and they be like “woo!”
Well if y’all gon let this n***a slide then let me slide too
Cause y’all let him get away with Murda, but I’ma find Mook
And when I do, my n***as’ll serve ya
You gon see these (CD’s) trays if I’m getting the burna
I’m blacking out, hitting people even if it didn’t concern ya
It’s to the point where my man like you don’t know where you are D (URD)
And I replied back in the middle of "Murda"
Tell that n***a we coulda done this before, but he was taking forever
Smack had all that bread, he wasn’t saving no cheddar
You old n***as can’t fuck with us new n***as, what?
I’m not making it clever
Y’all want the proof? Reed (Proofread) made a mistake in this era/error
What time is it? It’s 7 o’clock?
Well they shoulda started this battle around 2:00
Cause I’m killing you early Roc and you supposed to be the killer around too
Clips said he ain’t the n***a you can give a round to
I told that n***a only reason I ain’t kill you before, I ain’t get around to
Shot him at 1:00, cops ain’t find the body till around 2:00
And since ya hype man round too, he gon' get a round too
I even shot Rex and Mook around too
Why? Cause it’s two Dots around too
This that brim in ya face, that’s that old Roc
Four burners by the kitchen, that’s that stovetop
Why give him long range? Here’s that dome shot
Tay Roc had a good streak, this that roadblock!
[Round 2: Tay Roc]
Who the fuck are you talking to, D? Somebody tell this kid
That he ain’t sonning Roc; the DNA negative
N***a play with me, you won’t never live
Snub lose and a long nose, you can’t even tell they relatives
Eric St. John want wreck with me
Alright now you going in the ER
I see St. John disrespecting me
Clips helped you write? Check it, D
Smack gone charge me for killing Charlie again
That’s double jeopardy
Don’t call me complex or lyrical, I’m straight forward
All the top tiers ducking me, now you gon pay for it
With them gun bars I’m ill so n***as “wait for it”
He sleeping well before every funeral there’s a wake for it
Fuck a personal n***a cuz I don’t know about you
Bruce Leroy, I can show nothing glow about you
This broken bottle will poke inside you
You hospitalized in Queens
The docs taking pieces of Corona out you
Ain’t nothing (?) about you, you not stopping Tay
You trying to catch up, but you don’t know how far Roc away
My last two bars will tell you that that’s a Queens scheme
Your whole background phony; that’s a green screen
If we scrap ya jaw getting wired, we will start up a riot
It’ll come up from under the Big T, make all of 'em quiet
We all shoot, you’ll get caught in a fire
That’s two revolvers spinning next to each other
Like the washer and dryer
I’m awfully tired and you next n***a to feel the wrath from me
You will get iced when I buck it, challenge me
The cave don’t disrespect god, but they blast for me
Ironic, I’ll make you a casualty on a casual T
Now I gotta dog you on the net
I don’t do too much talking, I’ll make a argument a death
We all shooting at best
Who street fighting? This gun’ll buck, just think Ryu and Ken uppercut; all you can get stretched
A lot of your battles got all us upset
Magic made you look dumb on camera
That’s The Carbonaro Effect
You might wanna come armed with a TEC
This one 8 will leave two O’s without calling collect
What you gon hook on a Dot like a question mark?
I’ll adjust the line
Like if you throw a right on the dot like you just in time
Professor Shine called the janitor, this mess is mine
I’m walking with a dirty middle schooler; that’s a messy 9
Light bars, you’ll get a hole in the front of your snap back
Get hit with some shit I gotta pull out a backpack
You see where Smack at? Don’t touch me
If you touch me you getting smacked back with a back smack
Right to where Smack at
I don’t repeat myself, I’m not a Yak back
Aye D, ok, see you ain’t never seen this type of K, D
What you can’t hear? You so so deaf; that’s JD
He must be smoking crystal, it’s clear you on that H, D
Now y’all take the letter “D” and the word Nanny
Now picture this guy “D” being a Nanny
He’ll probably make the kids cry but back to that D, Nanny
I’ll lift that shit high and kill D nanny
Spell it out, that’s DNA in NY – GOD!
Damn y’all know that this n***a dead
Three holes, you can go bowling with his head
I’ma catch this n***a roaming out his crib
I’m on his roof with a rifle, that’s how I see em over with a cig
If I don’t got a n***a running from me, he running for me
You running to me, you gon see this and get to running on me
You a sucka shorty and you ain’t got nothing for me
Another New York n***a who’s buildups is 100 stories

[Round 3: DNA]
That might’ve been the most amazing shit I done heard
You could take D nanny and that means D in NY and y’all like that?
It figures, I think y’all should stop screamin'
Cause it just makes sense what Roc’s doing, it’s another Dot reachin'
Why y’all gon get hype for them lines like he doing well?
I guess y’all wanna hear gun bars instead of that intelligent shit on URL
Well should I load the sporta? Well that don’t make sense
How bout I shoot a shell
Let a bullet rain here and leave em red here (hair) like NuNu Nellz
But you gon get this movie live and direct, it’s 3D
I made Prez die, I killed that PG for GP
You and ya n***as gon' need Obama Care ‘fore I squeeze 3
Cause they could run, but Roc gon be the first n***a that D, see (DC)
Think please…
And when I catch him he better do 95 on that highway
Don’t stop or slow down or we gon' end this my way
See you hoppin' out the whip, I’ma let that .9 spray
Give this star bucks (Starbucks) when I hit the caf’ (calf)
They’ll find you in a lot, Tay (Latte)
But Smack said you Top 5, that was on BET
N***a that’s a lie, I said you from the DMV
You said bullets shoot over the car like Blake Griffin, that’s too easy B
When I just get the clip a (Clipper) point like CP3
Y’all remember that third round versus K-Shine?
Where he broke DNA down and taught me a lesson quick
You know the lab coat, the science goggles, he perfected it
My Beloved Loaded Lux said
“Dying is a sure thing and you’re the death in it (definite)”
So I wanna play a game called who stole a n***a’s style
And guess who the contestant is
You can go to jail for all the Tsu’ing you do, we don’t respect the shit
You guilty for sounding like Surf in a sense, you can’t object it bitch
You can’t complain if (plaintiff)
You don’t got a case and you can’t defend it, shit
You tried to hide it but we caught you and here’s the evidence
When we first started hearing you Roc, we was loving all of ya verses
Then you starting doing hand gestures and sound effects
I’m like, “What’s the purpose?”
What’s worse is, you took another n***a’s style and didn’t even birth it
If y’all pay attention, this whole time he been doing nothing but Surf shit
Versus Con, Surf said “U R in the middle of the *CH-CH* like Church is”
Versus Clips you said, “*CH* that AR LIE” oh you reversed it
What’s next? You gon say "URN and NASH" on some Surf shit?
Spit a gun bar, when the crowd go crazy put ya hand on Surf’s hip?
Y’all both two dimensional, if you follow geography then that’s perfect
Cause the Earth is a two-dimensional surface
And now that that surfaced that’ll explain how you been riding Surf’s dick
Cause you just putting the groundwork to get on the same level that Surf is
What y’all tight? Cause ya views struggle and all his got a million?
Y’all n***as booing me, I guess I’m losing from the words
I guess I should start spitting nouns cause y’all wanna boo me for the Verbs
I don’t wanna have to spaz out or get the toy quick
If this was a few years ago and y’all was booing me like this
I probably would’ve walked off on some Detroit shit
But I’ma stand here, take the boo, cause y’all n***as wanna hype Roc
I mean damn, these n***as wanna act like you Shine, Roc
I guess you think since you battled Clips and had a good battle
It’s ya time Roc
But since you Crip, I’ma kill 6 seconds, that’s Vine, Roc
You don’t even gotta let me finish
Cause no matter what I do in battle rap, still n***as lying
Beat two PG’s, y’all hate it, and still n***as trying
I don’t wanna hear the Gun Bar King spit these steel gripping lines
So and him can get Smacked cause I’m on real n***a time
Time

[Round 3: Tay Roc]
I’m from the block era when it was not fair
Been doing this before you goofy GrindTime n***as got here
I’m 12 URL’s in with no chokes so I do not care
About battling for other leagues or being top tier
Fuck you, K-Shine killed you dressed like a CNA
My bro Rex talked about ya mother, he ain’t even play
DNA when I lick a shot it ain’t E&J
You got the Gun Bar King
Now what would you like to drink today?
A shot to kill ya? That’s 1800 on his top
But my shooter will do it for 1738 on the spot
I could take him to the roof and get drunk, click, pop
You gon get this tip, see then hung over and dropped
But your man Conceited
Watch your mouth before I step on Con
That n***a’s bout 4 foot nothing; he’s a leprechaun
Putting me in ya bottom 5, you toddler size
I will yoke you up from the collar, make you apologize
I am pure violence, I don’t decide peace
Pimp shit, I came with my main bitch and my side piece
I aim it at that side, you can tell that whole side piece
I done hit so many n***as with the side piece
That I lost the side piece
If I drop shoot up Visine
Hold up, all the fans looking confused
Until they peep my scheme
Now me and you can shoot the fair one, but you seen my team
Meaning if I drop they’ll shoot up any V I seen
Sheesh, I’m mean, is he a problem? Not at all Smack
Everyone takings shots but I send em flying all back
But that tooth that’s in ya mouth, I ain’t got time for all that
I’ll put a loose one in ya mouth, like you ain’t buy a whole pack
Facts, you look like a snitch, I know the deal
You the reason there’s a million n***as locked up right now
And I know it’s real
You can ask every killer that’s ever been inside that holding cell
They all gon say the same shit, DNA is the reason you go to jail
But back to these gun bars that I prepared for real
Big round will sit you in the air like a Ferris wheel
We can be inside of the club, all that staring will
Get you hit upside your head with the club
That locks the steering wheel
You’ll fuck around and have to pick up your tooth
This four fuego like a tornado lift up his roof
My n***as will shoot, you'll get Raheem’d if I give em the cue
They’ll ditch the Steel in the alley like Bishop in Juice
Shit I’m the truth, and you about as street as the driveway
DNA means evidence around my way
And if there’s any evidence that DNA is around my way
It’ll be evident how they find DNA around my way
Listen, if I was to think how you rap like, you rap white
I think Grind Time sent you to URL to turn Smack White
Tomorrow you gon be thinking bout last night
What makes y’all think I couldn’t see DNA when black light
I said sonny, listen, do what you may, whether you got me
What you think you gon get Roc, man? Not me
I catch em on Lenox, he’ll lose his ear if he box me
Afraid you’re gonna lose your life, shaking in that alley
Golly! Hold up, I know these n***as playing
They gon say I lost to Clips so I’m battling his little man
Well, just look at it my way on the other hand
I just killed Clips and I came back for the other man
You gone beat me? Still n***as lying
Tell me like I tell the others, I don’t feel n***as rhymes
Who he fooling with them steel gripping lines
Tell him fucking with me you get smacked
We on real n***a time