Tay Roc vs DNA

[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 Nigga 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 niggas, 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 who ever 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 EM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!) NO! Get them kicks the fuck outta here I already bodied the nigga who write for you Get Clips the fuck outta here How dare you diss my nigga 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: TAY ROC] Who the fuck are you talking to, D? Somebody tell this kid That he ain’t sonning Roc; the DNA negative Nigga 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 niggas “wait for it” He sleeping well before every funeral there’s a wake for it Fuck a personal nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga dead Three holes, you can go bowling with his head I’ma catch this nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga who’s buildups is 100 stories [Round 3: TAY ROC] I’m from the block era when it was not fair Been doing this before you goofy GrindTime niggas 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 nigga’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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas lying Tell me like I tell the others, I don’t feel niggas rhymes Who he fooling with them steel gripping lines Tell him fucking with me you get smacked We on real nigga time