[Round 1: Tay Roc]
My first big stage...
Was NOME 3, and 11 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 bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout
I will give you the beats bad like Cass' produced it
You'll get cracked in your shit!
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 have 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 shit 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 pissed
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 shit begin
N***a you don't even know the type shit 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 fuck that bitch 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"
Pussy! I will never give up the throne
All y'all n***as is clones
Copycats of the shit 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 fuck!
Them n***as ain't got the crown like me, n***as
Light bars!
[Round 1: Chilla Jones]
So I had this crazy idea that I had to try
From where ever you watchin' NOME pull out ya phones, pull out the Caffeine app inside
Now look for my name, and read your options in the comments, we interacting live
It's time to vote for the next ten seconds, "How should I start this round?", let's let the chat decide
Press 1 for "Fuck Gun Titles" and I'll get Surf involved
Press 2 for "Fuck Cave Gang" and I'ma hurt his squad, whatever works for y'all
Shit I just hope that he can live through it
The result..."Fuck Gun Titles", well let's get into it
Chilla Jones vs....aye wait up a minute
Aye Surf, I don't deserve the hate you've been givin'
N***a save the predictions
Of course this Tsu bird (Sue Bird) gon' push Roc(k), but I ain't here to play witchu bitches
So I say that you switch it
If you pick Roc my clique hot, the clip pop
They gon' slide on you, even if you flip flop
You know what's funny?
They be waitin' for Surf battles but when your shit drops it ain't no commotion
Like a day at the ocean
How n***as watch the Waves and skip Roc(k)s
I should've skipped Roc and locked with Tsu
He's the star, you the sidekick, this ain't involving you
You rep the Cave, and call yourself "The Bat" but it's all a fluke
Cause he's Batman and you Robin except, these n***as robbin' you!
Roc and Tsu? Both is trash
I'ma smoke you, then smoke his ass
On God, somethin' biblical when the the toaster blast
I'll split the Wave, then have Roc(k) spillin', in front of most his (Moses) staff
But let me flip that
Shit, I'll catch him ridin' down the street
Make David & Goliath out the beef
I mean I sling shots and kill Roc(k) slidin' out the V
Fuck the clout you need
I you know you hope it's Gun Titles cookin' forever
You and Surf had a fire battle against each other
And there's some bars that I couldn't remember
But that one construction scheme he had against you
Fire
Now ask Surf who helped him put it together
It's whatever
Hatin' on me in the faceoff, you seen my last shit
And now that I got Shine behind me, I'm back lit
I'm that sick
I'll pull up where ya mom stay, and a long K
And a motherfuckin' Wess' (West)
And I'll leave you right on the lawn, Tay (Delonte)
This was the wrong play
I'm talkin' picante
Pick on Tay, big blade, gigante
One swing and you're gone Tay
But fine Tay
Clap at his Little Brother 'til I find Tay (Phonte)
I'm on point
You got it backwards thinkin' this L is mine Tay
You out ya mind Tay
It's gettin' beyond dark
Jones whippin' Roc(k) in (and) the Cave like Raiders Of The Lost Ark
This a long start, goin' for top spot for the flow
Betchu if I fire on him he'll stop, drop and roll
The Glock? Lock it and load
I'll pop shots in his skull
Then I'll grab this man collar (Mancala) and drop Roc(k) in a hole
You not in control
The hammer drawn I don't plan to fall
Question me? I'll raise my arm just to answer y'all
I'm cool under these bright lights, but when the camera's fall
Big stick, draw on the Cave, I'm a Neanderthal
Blam at y'all
With the same steel
It'll be grizzly in the Cave, like hibernation, just bring Chill
I chase kills, I'm a go getter
Q Richardson runnin', through an alley for miles, like the old Clippers
I'm cold n***a
Lock and loaded until we locked in Loaded
I just wanted a good back and forth so Smack put Roc(k) in motion
My question is...whatchu got besides gun bars and a proper slogan?
Substance? Stop ya jokin'
N***a pissin' off Yoshi the only time you thought (thot) provokin'
I gotta smoke him
Fake ass African fashion statement, I'm aggravated
Like how can Tay (Kente) cloth compete when his material is fabricated?
You'll get lacerated, with a contusion
This traction? Ain't a diffusion, there's a bit of confusion
You frontin' like you got one in the trunk, it's an illusion
The only time Roc(k) come with a pump!? It's an infusion
Excuse him
I don't have to let a shell go to have white chalk lit (White Chocolate) on the floor
I could have Roc(k) pass off the elbow
Hell no!
I ain't a vet who just take up spots
And don't try to rap like me, 'cause I take shit way up top
Homie, a clone won't win, the original will (wheel)
Now let's see what ya first round made of, Roc(k)
And I know, this ya home, we know who the favorite is
But I'ma do you so bad, you gon' leave NOME mad (nomad), and find a new place to live
[Round 2: Tay Roc]
Ay, Chilla (What up?)
I'm the face of URL (Facts)
One, 'cause I don't fuck up the cheddar
Two, get on this stage, deliver the toughest shit 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!
Fuck a resume, or checkin' the stats
The last time that y'all 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 fuck 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!
FUCK, THIS GUY DUMB!?
What if I swung? You'll get knocked out
Then wake up at 9:11...timeout!
Two Twins, Tower above 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 shit, both your eyes will be sealed shut
You'se a real chump
I will beat you with a pistol until 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 shit 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 bitch tied up in the garage
I'll pull the Springfield out, the butt into your jaw
Hit with the back of a Hellcat, it ain't the rear bumper of a Dodge
Fuckin' with the squad?
Shit ain't makin' your health safer
Don't fuck 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 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 forged 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 the face like stank breath
BITCH!
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' shit through the suitcase
Or I will swing an all black Bat at your roof... wait
Nah, I'mma 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 guy's 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!
PUSSY!
You might've battled n***as who sound like me
I don't give a fuck! Them n***as ain't got the crown like me
Light bars! 2-0 n***a
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Meet me there

[Round 2: Chilla Jones]
I got you

First it was Nitty, Twork, and Geechi in a row
Death-defyin'
Then it was me and Wess collidin'
Then me and Sikh, followed by me and Dot wit' the West behind him
Then it was me and Shine
Now they turnin' to Roc(k)...petrifyin'
Y'all even givin' me Tay is a (taser) shock
Let's make this body electrifyin'
I'm extra violent
Boy, I'm 7-0 - who say I'm not?
Welcome to Easter Island
Look at the stat you (statue) facin' (face in), Roc(k)
Ain't no way to make it stop
Spray the Glock
Spice shit up wit' the potato: we makin' Cajun tater tots!
"Jerome" flips from Dontay? Huh...
I mean, they can say it's hot
'Til I step back and shoot Roc(k)
Yeah...J send Tay them (Jayson Tatum) shots!
I'm takin' spots
You better not let your raps get lazy
Or call a Ghost to help you mold 'em: I'm Patrick Swayze
You talkin' mad slick lately
If I grab this .80, I'm Ace Ventura
In the Cave, goin' batshit crazy!
But you tryna play me in this spot
Rappin' all of this lazy shit you jot
And y'all gas light (gaslight) shit, makin' him think he crazy, but he NOT!
But lately, Roc, it's like you switch from tryna burst chrome
You battled Lyt lyrical and got smoked
You took a hearse home
You battled Mook personal and got smoked
You ain't deserve NOME
Every 30, they (day) get a new Roc(k)...like a birthstone!
We watched O pull (opal) your card, sayin' he courts (quartz) Fred
Look, I don't know if that man exists
But that's a line I won't step a toe past (topaz)
I won't slander shit
But as soon as Roc and them rolled (emerald) up, I planned to flip
Pearl handles and a pair of dots (peridot)!?
You know how good I am at this (amethyst)!?
I'll fire half, then this half fire (sapphire)
The .9 and Heckler
Take your bitch hostage - you better find and vest her
Send her for half-mill', or we start applyin' pressure!
I get that GREEN LIGHT, then we take your dime and test her (diamond tester)!
Try and guess the location
He'll be nervous if he know it or not
Then he'll be mad, yellin' all up in the phone 'cause he hot
Then he'll be sad, hearin' the torture, steady hopin' it stops
Now we seein' your true colors, like a mood ring!
All this EMOTION in ROC(K)!
Tried to pop on Drew B over a mention?
We all seen he was bitter
How he the "Gun Bar King"...but so easily TRIGGERED!?
This n***a EMO!
That's why you gettin' 3-0'd
Cross the line, it's a violation, like a free throw
I make him take the whip: he's gettin' REPO'D!
.30 wit' the peace hold!
I level out Roc(k) wit' the machine: he gettin' steamrolled
The flow is too much for Roc(k): he might erode
Right before I make his chest (Chess) Cave
I said, "IT'S ME, BRO!"
BOW! Put a hollow inside Roc(k): that's a geode!
You ever put a thousand on his head!? Now it's a G owed
Homie, your chain...got Debo'd...at handpoint
He's fuckin' corny
But came today wit' three rounds 'bout his piece dumpin' on me
I'll pistol-whip! Split your shit!
Put you to sleep from the shorty
That'll make Roc, Surf, and Drake
All known for gettin' beats from a 40!
But lemme flip that!
The Steel Reserve(d), but my hand don't got a bottle in it
Roc, I don't care if ya auto rented
And trust me - your seatbelt won't work
I'll put a Hollow in it
Kill everyone in his ride
His pride, he swallowin' it
There isn't any hope!
Gillie video: now Wallo(w) in it!
Is y'all followin' it!?
All these raps 'bout how his gat spray?
'Til he battled one of the GOATs in London up on that SMACK stage?
You tried to flex, your face was in his chest
Ask Stay
Funny Smack gave you a cracker, but you ain't want it wit' Pat, Tay (pâté)
So act brave
I'm wiggin' on this n***a! See him get dragged?
I gotta discipline my dog: I rolled up squeezin' the mag'
All this screamin' is gas
Give anyone actin' hyper ventilators (hyperventilators)
They not gon' breathe in a BAG!
And I ain't meanin' to brag...but we got uneven bars
I hate your style as a rapper
It's always the same routine
How you balance beams and get wild wit' a clapper
Well, I got a big gun, and this mounted (dismount) to let a round off and fire at him faster
It'll be some assault (somersault) if I flip
Blood flyin' turn to spatter
He gon' need bulletproof clothing
And if he don't put some on, bile's (Simone Biles) gettin' splattered!
It's been a while since you mattered, but you ain't fuckin' wit' that shit
It's the Takeover
Who said R-O-C runnin' this rap shit?
Rap

[Round 3: Tay Roc]
Ay, oh you thought I would come to play?
Why would you fuck 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
NOME 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
Fuck around and get your shit 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
BITCH
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 bitch you are with, I feel I can get
You are boring!
A bitch 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)
FUCK 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 shit no humor
News report it, your whole house merc'd by a schizo 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 fuck up with Pen!
It'll be a homicide tonight
Bullet stuck in the Pen: it got 25 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!
BITCH!
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! PUSSY!
You might've battled n***as that sound like me
I don't give a fuck! Them n***as ain't got the crown like me

[Round 3: Chilla Jones]
Aye... good shit
So to be honest, I should've invited Misty, Ash, and Brock in the place
'Cause by the looks of it, I just caught an Onix
In other words, Roc(k) is a snake
See, on your Wake-N-Bake Caffeine show, I was watchin' you
You said Ave left the Cave for a beef he could start wit' you
Are you crazy? Delusional?
You don't see how you responsible?
He was dyin'
Did you call him? Check up on him in the hospital?
Did you send a tweet out in support? Was that impossible?
But you wanted him to beef wit' the whole Dot Mobb for you?
That's your problem, dude
At least he left and kept all of your secrets
He survived COVID and kidney failure
He don't care about no opps or no beef shit
A real-life Clark Kent who couldn't deal wit' you poppin' that street shit
But you know what? It's his fault
'Cause even Superman shoulda knew a Roc(k) was his weakness
Peep this!
I got a curt (Kurt) Angle mapped out for dawg
This man kind (Mankind) on the d-low (D'Lo)
This is a Big Show he act out for y'all
See, when you Undertake(r) a beef wit' Stone Cold killers, you gotta stay strapped 'round them squads
In case they Test you
But I smelled what Roc(k) was cookin', soon as they tried to lay the SmackDown on Raw (RAW)
You are flawed!
Get a Christian to pray for you!
Get on a path to do better!
Brizz almost went off the Edge on Mook!
And you supposed to be his Road Dog(g)!
How could you battle dude ever!?
You a SHAM, ROC! (Shamrock)
Brizz mad at SMACK when he should be mad at YOU!
And that's the real Attitude error (Era)!
Y'all think it's clever!? All this rappin' 'bout gat-clappin'?
Think a Bacardi bottle: off top, the Bat cappin'!
What happened to you!?
'Cause your fans want that old Roc!
Two n***as, four burners - they want that stove top!
'Cause for the past few years, bro, these tranny rumors won't stop
The only opps this n***a worried 'bout is pre-op or post-op
Bro, stop being careless!
You gotta fix your fuckin' image!
How could you not be embarrassed!?
Big Tuna lost weight to fix his sloppy appearance
I mean, y'all will put on a show, I bet
Wait - put on a show, BET?
But I don't even think Roc seein' Terrance (Rocsi and Terrence)
He used to shop near the clearance racks
Now his outfits plenty proper
You into brands now - Versace, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
But your aura's missin', gangsta (gangster): Jimmy Hoffa
Mini-choppa, lift your soul somethin' ugly: Balenciaga!
Get a designer coffin!
This ain't the time for talkin'!
I'm known for offin' Shine
He known for n***as takin' shine up off him!
.9 or Larkin, in front of your wife I'm sparkin'!
But I'm careful
That mean I'm airin' (errin') on the side of Caution
Speakin' of which...
There's some rumors out
I hope you don't cheat on your bitch
And you don't even be fuckin' each chick strapped
Findin' out the partner she Roc(k) wit' easy (Eazy)?
Huh - prob'ly has Double the Impact!
The shit's wack
You the type to get it poppin' wit' a friend?
Then try to rock wit' her again?
I mean, for you, fuckin' bitches should be a breeze
So why the fuck you throwin' Caution to the wind?
YOU GOT NO OPTIONS for the win!
Wit' your bitch ass
Ayo, Caution, if shorty walk in and sis bad
Roc(k)'ll go behind ya back, then between her legs
This n***a won't let a trick past (pass)
The shit's trash, playa-partna
What if your side chick blast at Caution or spray a chopper?
Then you ain't have a way to stop her
You gon' pull out a tre and pop her?
"And the award for Biggest Cap goes to..."
Give Tay the Oscar
You supposed to protect your heart!
She depend on a bae to block her (beta blocker)!
You a snake! A straight imposter!
The phoniest in this whole profession
But you got a connection wit' Dracula, and I understand the whole connection
'Cause Dracula curses those closest to him
Ave, Caution, and Brizz had no protection
How the fuck you look yourself in the mirror?
I guess it must be easy...since vampires have no reflection!
Loaded weapon, new chrome
They get to pick which round I use, Roc, but you don't!
BOW! I'm punchin' your life away
Don't try and play
The difference between us is night (Nite) and Day like Lyt and Jey
You not a writer, Tay

[Tay Roc]
That's crazy

[Chilla Jones]
I know
And that's why you losin' now
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