Murda Mook vs. Tay Roc lyrics

[Round 1: Murda Mook]
Ayo, congratulations, Pebbles, you did it
You done jumped in your Uncle Smack lap
You asked what's in his knapsack
He pulled out a box wit' a ribbon, big enough to fit you in it
But you got hope
'Cause conversation of the GOAT...you winnin' most likely gets you in it
It's just wack
The only n*gga that had your back, you put a knife in his to get it
You snaked Brizz - don't say you didn't
If that's your man, why you ain't convince him it should be him spittin'?
You done blindsided your own pupil out his vision
But I (eye) ain't trippin'
I bet this the last your stupid ass gon' be jumpin' in his business
No cap, so you don't get none of this sh*t twisted
This battle? It ain't about who the f*ck is the pen wizard
This is for hard-headed slick n*ggas
And since you wanted Brizz whippin', think Summer Impact again wit' it
These punches gon' hit different
n*gga, you a snake
When you talk and I listen, I don't hear words, I hear hissin'
Sss...the way you and URL set up Brizz? That sh*t sad
Guess you think your turn next (necks)
This fast'll give me whiplash
You can't be from the trenches, 'cause if you was, you would know this sh*t math
Once Raw turned into Roc(k), it gotta get bagged
This y'all King of Pop!? Beat It
The whole world saw your b*tch ass
All that moonwalkin' on stage sh*t - you did Bad!
How you gon' tell me I (eye) change, but got the nerve to have on contacts?
But you didn't have the nerve to put on when it was contact!
If you was anywhere next to Raw, you was supposed to lock up when the fire was on max
But you cut wack
We saw Roc(k) in hot water...he ain't come back!
"Another cut, another cut, another cut"
Where the f*ck was all that!?
You fitted for this New Era: n*gga, you all cap
All that "Cave Gang sh*t", that was all act
When it was live and direct, it was, "Quiet for the set!"
We saw all that violence in your raps, they props
And the real movie started soon as the actin' stopped
Then, you got caught lyin' in blogs and all that
And y'all fans who overlooked that? Y'all f*ckin' up the format
'Cause battle rap ain't supposed to have the kinda fans that ignore that
I don't give a f*ck how good you battle!
If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan
All forms of respect you shoulda lost that
Talkin' 'bout, "I ain't see Mook when n*ggas was fightin'"
And y'all applaud that
Where the f*ck y'all grew up at!?
di*khead! How the f*ck you tryin' the n*gga that tell the n*gga who set it off that!?
But you know what? You right
You ain't see me in a fight - that's a for sure fact
'Cause we on stage, where the brawl at
You was by the exit playin' the floor mat
Guess you ain't wanna en-door (endure) that
Then the fans ask, "Well, Mook, ain't you in breach? 'Cause they say it's no-contact in the contract."
Well, how's that?
When all I did what I'm advised at
I just crossed T and dotted a eye (I) black
I'm a man of little words, Roc: read to find (redefine) that
John Hanc*ck: signature right that'll clarify where the line at!
Then you tried to sell "I ran after I swung"
Who buyin' that?
First off, how he was gon' know if I ran (Iran) if he got his eye racked (Iraq)!?
And please, don't even think I'm glorifyin' that
'Cause I'm not
Listen, Roc, you ain't in tune wit' the block
Nobody know a dude that you shot!
The only TECs (text) you shoot, they blue wit' the dots
You just a kid that was cool, so you rocked
So whether you knew it or not, I'll lose props for havin' you as a opp!
Porkchop!
Call docs, they examine your body: autops'
Saw him after, he walked right past us - thought not
Ain't seen a sucka haul (Hall) off that fast since cough drops!
(*cough*)
The f*ck y'all mean "Gun Bar King!?"
No, you the f*ck not!
I don't wanna hear no heavy metal you blastin'
You a punk, Roc(k)!
We saw you in action, you wasn't active
All them punches you got, and you ain't let one drop
You a faggot!
You wouldn't square up for a jump shot!
Y'all jack a n*gga who took a plea, when the plan was to go to trial wit' ya co-de'
Bellhop Roc, ain't help Brizz to pop
I thought Roc(k) was supposed to be solid
How you couldn't even send the block (cinderblock)?
n*ggas that stand next to doors will get you knocked
sh*t you not, you told Brizz, "Break a leg" so he could cripple his stock, before he get too hot
n*ggas like Roc? They'll gas you to be loyal
To keep you close 'til they destroy you
Y'all don't know how deep the wicket (wicked) is that'll loom in them (aluminum) when they not for you
I'm at hot water boil
Or get metal rounds, break the coil
I'da saw you at the door ajar, and I'da broke Roc(k) down to the oil
Brizz and his n*ggas should've caught you and beat the brakes off you
'Cause you a coward
And if you from the street, you already know the time I'm on if that's somethin' I'll call you
Coward!
The reason why your raps tonight ain't gon' stack against this?
'Cause they packed wit' a lotta hypothetically clappin' n*ggas and mad opinions
My sh*t is sh*t people actually witnessed
That's the difference
You Power-trippin'
My fans get the entire picture
But your fans, they need proof
That's why I'm glad everybody got to witness the Tommy turn Ghost...
Heh, you James St. Patrick, Roc: you 'bout to die on your own truth
n*gga, you heard it first
This the GOAT, givin' out that Curry work
You 'bout to get 30'd, prob'ly Jersey wit' the Wave and the rafters
Be worried, Surf
You a bati, boy, and I know what ya makin' (Jamaican) for you to whip a verse
You gettin' burnt
How you don't care bein' (Caribbean) the one always gettin' your chicken j*rked!?
The butt of the gun pon Roc top, watch his bomboclaat
The chop, feed this pus*y the whole f*ckin' stock
Lift him out his f*ckin' socks!
100 shots make him helicop'
Lift a faggot off the floor
That blade musta spun a lot
And them bars hit, if you love the shot
Look, double-barrel
A pair'll, leave you in peril
Battlewise, a pair of lies'll (paralyze) legal impair you
That a pair of legal, that's for paralegals to handle
Keep it street, I dare you!
Pair of Eagles underneath my 'pparel!
Before you even get to blink, I'll air you!
n*gga, you a b*tch
You gon' forever be a b*tch!
And you ain't never gon' forget!
This the Statue of Liberty, Roc: forever gon' be lit!
f*ck them candy bars, n*gga! I ain't never gon' be tricked
I don't give a f*ck if it's Halloween!
A clown never gon' be It!
n*gga, Eazy!
[Round 1: Tay Roc]
You laid the foundation down...but we built where the f*ck we at
Don't give a f*ck what you did in the past! You just comin' back
Imagine somebody showin' you where you used to do construction at
Like, "You see this hundred-story skyscraper? I put cement under that."
Clown...I know you ain't been around
It's been awhile
It is marble on every floor and elevators in this building now
If URL was really a house or somethin'
The n*gga screamin', "That's LIGHT!" is the reason the power runnin'
You know how I'm comin'
I'll put you out your misery, n*gga
Record deals you used to have? sh*t a memory, n*gga
You've dropped nothin' hot in history, n*gga!
I'd rather be a god-tier battle rapper than a bottom-tier industry ni-
What you supposed to be? Some type of lyrical miracle?
My n*gga, you say stupid sh*t that's hysterical!
You told Lux, "You are more hypocritical than a dyin' hippopotamus"
TERRIBLE!
That sh*t was so unable to bear: unbearable
I swear if you, act up, I'mma make it all spooky
One thing you better control is the way you talk to me
I won't play wit' y'all goofies
I am not a PG
I'm somethin' I don't think Murda seen (murder scene): I'm a rated-R movie
When I was Dot Mob, I played my position
I never played you
When everybody turned they back on y'all, I stayed true
I coulda left when K-Shine left, joined DNA too
I left wit' the crew I came in with: my Cave crew
Me not helpin' Brizz...had me stressin'
I was dead wrong for not helpin' Brizz, no exceptions
I learned my lesson
You talkin' 'bout me holdin' doors?
Question...
That door I was holdin' in the fight was backstage
Why ain't you come in that direction?
pus*y!
You speak on me not fightin'? Kinda awkward
You swung and poof...disappeared
You the reason the drama started
You ain't stick around for action
Why you put on this front?
You left Detroit n*ggas fightin' backstage and...went out the front!
You are not live, you big b*tch!
You swung, missed, we got rushed by Detroit n*ggas
Nobody in Dot Mob did sh*t!
b*tch, you real bitter
f*ck how you feel, n*gga
Who are you to tell anybody that they ain't a real n*gga?
Don't worry 'bout me, don't ask me my business
Where were you when Rex got his ass beat on Lenox?
Somebody posted a pic of his eye...yo!
sh*t look like he got hit by a Tahoe!
His face swole, nose bust, and his eye closed
It coulda been my fault, he prob'ly was high
I wanna see if you can get this riddle
My Expert Opinion: you shouldn't be having sh*ts and giggles wit' a n*gga that pistol-whipped you!
sh*t is simple
n*gga split your temple, somethin' dent your mental
n*gga left Murda beat: he killed a instrumental!
You sh*ttin' me!?
Ask this dumb n*gga what's wrong wit' him
That n*gga split your head open, to the white meat, and then you did a song wit' him!
Aye, that sound like good bargainin'
Y'all want a feature from Mook? Don't pay him
Just pistol-whip him and crack his skull again
You comprehend?
n*gga, you ain't safe unless you walkin' in wit' a bodyguard
Even he gon' need somebody guardin' him
Boy, you are softer than the softener your sh*t is washin' in
I'll have it to where you passed, your pastor passin' 'round offerings
No arguin'
I'll be like, "Let's go live on the 'Gram"
Dap you, then slap you: I got bipolar hands
We can't compare resumes, mine's over fam's
I'm the Gun Bar King, I never met a phase (metaphase) where my toast is (mitosis) jammed!
Play wit' me crazy
Tay'll get angry
Rest in Peace, Party Arty: I will have Murda face a P80
Your roof'll get shot, I'll bang a .380
Snoop on your block, murder Murda, and 'Murder Was the Case' that they gave me
You really should stop, or really get shot
Hittin' your top
This inf' red foreheads: it's a Indian dot
Gimme ya Glock! Semis'll pop
They won't know what happened to Mook
Murda (murder) unsolved...rest in peace, Biggie and 'Pac
I had to kill Rex, one round
In Philly, he dropped
Now I'm givin' the General Mills: it's a cereal box!
I might flip
Let this butterfly knife flip, slice sh*t
187, Method Man wit' the ice pick type sh*t
b*tch, clamp ya head in a vise grip
Leave him there for 1,400 hours - I know it sound type slick
But on military time, it's type sick!
Forensics found Murda (Murder) at 1600
Who seen that Wesley Snipes flick?
I know the basics
Roc(k) is still active like open cases
Open faces, like Taraji wit' the rifle in Smokin' Aces
I'll leave you in the desert, I will find a hole in Vegas
And that's How to Get Away with Murda (Murder): Viola Davis!
You not the truth
pus*y, you ain't a n*gga that I salute
If it's beef, I don't apologize...I cop a deuce
I'll let goblins loose, they don't wanna hear no kinda truce
Rock his roof, his this Cat in the Hat: Dr.-
I got the juice
You thought you was educated?
Boy, you'd put a hit out on Roc and be devastated
Come to find out the hitter you sent to me never made it
He hesitated, when they found Murda's man slaughtered: it was premeditated
You talk stupid, I'mma split this n*gga mug
If I'm ever stealin' (steel in) a bar, there's a pistol in the club
My b*tch creep up wit' somethin' resemblin' a snub
BANG! That was "Murda" (Murder) She Wrote on the window in his blood
Knocked his brains out, murk him wit' a .9
He landed head-first in his brain matter: I put Murda (murder) on his mind!
Boy, you straight twat
f*ckin' wit' Tay Roc? I think not
I'll push a blade in, 'til the blade stop
Twist it
If I can't get it out 'cause the blade locked in his tank top
I drag Hawks 'cross Mookie chest: Blaylock!
He'll straight drop!
This rifle'll hit his head
If whoever got your back alive, it'll be Night of the Living Dead
I'm the n*gga that this n*gga can't body
I don't care how long you rap
See, Murda (C-Murder)? No Limit can't stop me
Rap
[Round 2: Murda Mook]
Yo, all jokes aside...
When I just listened to you rappin'...choreographin'...'bout how you 'bout to make all of this dyin' happen...
It took every bone in my body to not start dyin' laughin'
Yo, Roc, everything violent that you say gon' happen is not gon' happen
My Detroit n*ggas already showed you the one be lyin' (Lion), cappin'
But wait a minute, hold up
Y'all hear that?
"Hello! (Hello?...)
Is anybody home? (Is anybody home?...)"
No vacant!
Roc, where everybody in the Cave went?
They escaped to civili-za-tion!
They figured out they ain't gotta stick to Roc(k) to get they flame lit
You tricked them, you ain't train them
All that gas, all them matches, you gave 'em
But they talent set the blazin'
Somehow you made 'em believe friction is how it got created
Now, I know y'all thinkin', "That's basic information. Where they been?"
But duh! They been livin' under a Roc(k): they was Cave men!
All them skeletons of yours you thought was lost?
Ain't no favoritism pickin' which bone marrow, and I brought 'em all
Push a pawn off a board
I helped you sow your royal oats
That's what I brought you to the city for
So JayBlac, when King Jaffe around Roc, I ain't with none of that semi (Semmi) talk!
You wanna switch roles wit' me? Pause
But it's yours
Fire lead in your hat
Now you King Jaffe, Roc...lyin' (lion) dead on your back!
It ain't where you from, pus*y - it's where you at
That's why I came all the way where I'm from to where you at
I dare you at
Tranquilizer leave a bear relaxed
Die wit' ya eyes open - let's have a staring match!
The hammer clap, 'til the handle burn like candle wax
Tre on your hat, you don't even get a Chance to rap
Dead rappin' better promotion, see his fans react
I told Smack, "I need chicken", he sent the FAMILY PACK!
If we warrin', then we warrin' then
I'm Balrog, let's brawl again
You will get pressed then stretched like an accordian
Boy, you'll get whip(ped) to next week like the DeLorean
I see they done switched up the playboard for him
Well, whatever offense y'all n*ggas put Jordan in, I'm scorin' then
Oh, you Jazz-talkin'? Let the vault spin, I'm locked in
Ain't no pick-and-rolls either, Roc
I create my own options like, "If I see him alone (Malone), give him the whole stock then (Stockton)!"
n*ggas say, "Mook, you hate Roc!"
...Aight, and?
"But hate is a strong word like...what if, God forbid, tomorrow, you find out Tay a goner?"
I say, "n*gga, that'd be a weight lifted. I wish it was a way I could make it stronger."
Roc, you gon' respect me, boy
And these foul lines is 'cause I'm tryna make a extra point
I hope you spiritual...not wit' these dark forces you would hit-
Dracula? n*gga, who's scared of you?
Matter fact...if bein' Dracula don't tell y'all he a sucka...
(*under his breath*) Ah, my God...
You can't say it no clearer
How y'all put stake in the heart of a n*gga who can't look himself in the mirror!?
Well, let's see if this sh*t is all a myth
I got a clip full of garlic-dipped hollow-tips
What happen when you swallow this?
Sleep in a casket tight, exactly how you like
I go to your funeral, I talk sarcastic on the mic like, "He Dracula, right?
Then y'all good - he should be back by tonight."
Hand of God, straight to Pearly Gates: Smack White
Son raise (Sunrays) ain't dawn on Tay 'til the morning...that's light
I'll hurt the back outta wife
Well, tell that b*tch watch her mouth 'fore I gag it shut
Grab her up, let her know she don't be around smack enough
She talk like a Goon, like bullet wounds ain't about jack (Jakk') to her
Well, let's see if she feel like that after she gotta Count Dracula's!
You ain't do it wit' Hustle
Callin' Troy Mitchell your uncle is what gave you credentials
f*ck you thought, biggin' Chess (chest) up was gon' make you official (O'fficial)?
What about them videos of you spreadin' open your as*h*le you gave to O'fficial?
That's on my mother grave, all of this true - sorry, O'fficial
And them n*ggas from the Cave found out that sh*t, too
That's why they ain't wit' you!
Look, you see Brizz ain't on Roc set
You startin' to show distance a lot, Chess
Ave left the Cave - n*gga, see what you got left!?
Wait a minute...when A-V-E leave the C-A-V-E, C what you got left
Right, see, you been suckin' Rajon so long, guaranteed you got c*ck breath
Look, that n*gga Surf is sick of you
He been wanted to get rid of you, but he stuck around...typical
Y'all relationship ain't reciprocal
n*gga, Roc the help
Well, I give it true
I'll leave that sh*t to Tsu to play Mystikal
But yeah, you wanna shake your ass!
You ever watch yourself!?
That n*gga Surf talk to you on Live like you are not yourself!
You killin' his business
You got him against a Roc(k) and a hard place
He know you Manolo, but don't got the cojones to play Scarface
Surf, you sound like a goofie!
"But Mookie...Mookie, Roc(k) kept callin'!"
Shut the f*ck up!
The only real way you stop f*ckin' wit' Roc is with drawin' (withdrawin')
Motherf*ckin' right
You a cartoonist
The only guns you drew is the ones you drew so much when they write
You give us illusions, they were startin' to come to life
But...that's right
Batman, Cave Gang
Well, Roc, it ain't the same thing
My gun go "Bang"
Your gun say "Bang"
Say, mayne, wait a minute, you takin' this Bat sh*t too far
Now you want us to believe you can see sound?
That's impossible
Wait, but if that's logical
When I got you and the Wave bouncin' off walls from this TEC echo, locate (echolocate) a hospital
I'mma sit here and play blind wit' you
But Roc, these ain't just lyrics, this sh*t is Braille
And to make sure you see what I'm sayin', I gotta make you feel it!
Wait, where was your imaginary Dezzi when you was Mario Andretti?
Imposters (im-pastas) want sauce until their legs turn spaghetti
Then the Culture got mad I spoke facts - I wasn't ready
How I get killed for talkin' real? I feel like Dr. Sebi
You 'bout to see the greatest ever milk this game: legen-dairy
Ben & Jerry, said Ben & Jerry's, get hit in flurries
It's gettin' scary, his vision blurry
Tell medics "Hurry", dead in his telly
Turn a bed and breakfast to a bed and buried!
I see you been hangin' 'round T-Top a lot!
So what? They all scared
But look, all's fair in warfare
Your boy Bear, he poor bears
Pallbearers done pour beer for poor Bear
I'mma say that sh*t one more time real slow...so you hear
I said...all's fair in warfare
Your boy Bear, he poor bears
His pallbearers done pour beer for poor Bear
"Aye, Roc on FIRE!"
p*ss on that n*gga, I don't care!
'Cause this Macho Man ran, he (Randy) Savage all year
n*gga, you a b*tch
You gon' forever be a b*tch!
And you ain't never gon' forget!
This the Statue of Liberty, Roc: forever gon' be lit!
f*ck them candy bars, n*gga! I ain't never gon' be tricked
Give a f*ck if it's Halloween!
A clown never gon' be It!
n*gga, EAZY!
...Stupid-ass contacts in your f*ckin' eyes
[Round 2: Tay Roc]
Battle rap...would be boring without the grace of me
Whenever I'm not around, y'all be boring 'em, basically
I should fall back a card or two, just to make 'em see
All it takes is one boring card
Soon as some more gets bored (smorgasbord), they'll have a plate for me
b*tch, you can be I'm the alpha: I'm talkin' A to Z
They gon' patiently wait for me while you die painfully
Don't play wit' me
Aye, we all gathered here tonight
Everybody, bow your heads at y'all table and say grace wit' me
God, forgive me - gotta murder Mook 'fore he murder me
Treat this battle like I'm fightin' a murder case purposely
But facin' Murda won't worry me, certainly
I'mma beat Murda (murder), first, second, and third de-
Amen
You heard of me
Roc been here for eternity
This blade for emergency
I'll do a surgery perfectly, cut vertically
Catch ya newborn inside a nursery
Bury him, your seed'll be the first planted (planet): Mercury
Currently, I'm the best, in history
The rest disagree
I'm facin' Murda, but you facin' the death penalty
BANG! I could kill him with less energy
Have somethin' Loaded in front of Mook: this gon' be the best trilogy
Yeah, they say I really be trippin' grippin' this .38
Bang! Make the soul of Murda rise wit' the murder rate
Terminate
This whole place'll be flames if you play Tay
I just wrapped some old tape on the K: Ray J
You know how they say cigs is a gateway drug?
Put a Sig (cig') in your mouth, you'll get drug through a gateway
If n*ggas ask how I been, then this what I may say
"I'm doin' fine. You seen my last battle? I had a great Da-"
Loyal to this league, I'm grateful
I ain't mad what I'm paid
I been ignorin' all the questions that they had for the Cave
Since they no longer see (C) Ave, it's, "What's Cave without Ave?
What's Ave without Cave?"
I'm 'bout to have an outrage
This is actually my stage
All the classics I made, all the passion I gave
Even though n*ggas jumped ship
I could run sh*t without one n*gga on my team on some Donald Trump sh-
You on Trump di*k!
Tell 'em that when you go and perform
The way you take up for Trump, it (trumpet) seems like you wanna blow on his horn
I know you a corn!
You easily offend me! I see you buggin'
You got white b*tches callin' you "n*gga" - you ain't even f*ckin'
You thought that swing was meanin' somethin'?
You gon' end up like Caine at the end of that movie: I'll lean a (Ilena) cousin
And your b*tch better not speak or nothin'!

Yeah, y'all hear me back there! Yeah!

You gon' end up like Caine at the end of that movie: I'll lean a (Ilena) cousin
And your b*tch better not speak or nothin'!
She try to get out a sentence? (*smack*) Butt her (butter) in the middle: she a English muffin
Her teeth I'm crunchin'
Sound like she speakin' Russian
I'll reach for somethin', heaters dumpin', people runnin'
Them be the reprecussions
Mook, learn your b*tch ass some manners in my castle
What you got...one, two, three, four, five battles?
n*gga, I been there and done that like time travel
I'll clap you, then bury the stainless steel: it's a time capsule
Give MM this .9mm, lean one
Since your initials is M and M (Eminem), I brought a Machine Gun
Clean one, shoestring, and a 'K strapped to it
Money on his head, I'll put a G on MM and make Maybach Music
John Ancrum, you in some sh*t
Don't act like you innocent
.50 clip, stick wit' a drum: instrument
Pistol-whip, break John face in increments
In other words, I give a f*ck what John Ancrum meant
I'm vigilant
I'll break a ligament on this participant!
Take this loss on Caffeine to the heart: stimulant!
You ain't sh*t to n*ggas I went against
If URL was a country, you'd be a visitor visitin'
You'd be a immigrant!
I'm ignorant, and not the one you should really get p*ssed off
I'll get Murda (murder) set up in a small room: Jigsaw
Christian, Louboutin wit' the spikes-

Y'ALL HEAR ME!? Y'ALL HEAR ME!?

I will get Murda (murder) set up in a small room: Jigsaw!
Christian, Louboutin wit' the spikes, I will kick dog!
Spike get him, like that Fatality wit' the pitfall
Gun in your mouth
Boy, I will push until this b*tch cough
Have him hoarse (horse) wit' a revolver: McGraw Quick-Draw
This sh*t about...angles, bars, schemes - pick a route
I'll have you identifyin' your b*tch body, you gotta pick her out
At 16, I had the dope game figured out
Moved whole things in and out
Talk like you got cocaine in that drought
Kick in your door, both Tay blikkers out
Lookin' for Murda and (murderin') that white b*tch...it ain't at O.J. Simpson's house
I got a surprise
You wanna live? You gotta survive
Pull up on the side of your ride, shotty'll rise
You prob'ly'll die
I'll wet up your ride
That's exactly how I left Murda (murdered) wit' his b*tch: Bonnie & Clyde
You gotta be high!
Off-white, you sniff that color
You think it's all lolly? Pop (lollipop) on this big-ass sucker
Big mag-tucker
I lift that, buck you
Headshot, left Murda (murder) in the hood: I Know What You Did Last Summer
You b*tch-ass sucka!
You don't know how to be a soldier
I'll have n*ggas followin' you, and they followin' a quota
Pop the trunk, throw your body in a Rover
Ransom note like the Purge movie:
"We holdin' Murda (murder) for 12 hours, and it's over."
Stoppin' me? sh*t, I would be amazed
I heard when you facin' Murda (murder), it's scary, but I'm not even afraid
This where the sh*t stop
You gotta see the Cave
Facts of life, only way you can skip Roc(k), you gotta see the Wave
n*gga, if you was in my class, you'd be bottom-tier
Ars' would disrespect you, DNA would get you the f*ck outta here
K-Shine will f*ck you up...but first, you all mine
'Cause Smack'll look like Puffy if he even attempt Murda (murder) on Shine (Shyne)
You ain't the King of Harlem, you don't know how Loaded you be in
Type of n*gga to take a picture wit' Alpo if he see him
You'se a b*tch!
My man Craig ain't search us
We'll make this room rock
Run up stupid and be the next Billy Boondocks
My cannon blam, I'll shoot 'til the hammer jam
I will have Rex tryna wake you up in a ambulance
You don't stand a chance
We could go hand-to-hand, I'm a handyman
I will catch Murda (murder) wit' this hook: Candyman!
I'm the n*gga that this n*gga can't body!
I don't care how long you rap
See, Murda (C-Murder)? No Limit can't stop me!
Rap, pus*y

[Round 3: Murda Mook]
Yo, I ain't gon' lie, all jokes aside...
When I just listened to you rappin'...choreographin'...'bout how you 'bout to make all of this dyin' happen...
It took every bone in my body to not bust out dyin' laughin'
You said this sh*t is about angles and schemes, a lot of content
But...all you do is kill n*ggas every round
Other than that, you not sayin' a thing
You know what? f*ck you and your mom's a b*tch
Lemme say that sh*t again
"f*ck you...and your mom's a b*tch"
...Oh, that prob'ly don't register, right?
That's 'cause in the physical, your moms exist
Y'all don't remember? "Say it again!"
It was mainly him egging that sh*t on wit' Brizz
In hindsight, those sentiments were more yours than his
My mom's a b*tch? That wasn't even creative, Roc
No metaphors or flips
The sheer disrespect is why you knew that bar would hit
Losin' any family member hurt - that's common sense
But losin' your mother? That's hard as hard could get
You wake up every morning sick, can't do nothin' more than wish
Your whole reality torn to bits
My mom's a b*tch?
Wait a minute - my mother talkin' - sshhh...
She told me to tell you next time, be careful wit' the forces you talkin' against
You ain't notice it's all been downhill for you since
Bein' exposed for this fraud you is
She said to tell you that's karma...that's what you can call a b*tch
Thinkin' back to Summer Impact, you would be the n*gga to front
But I'm con-few-sed
Didn't you get what you want?
I mean...you was the main one sayin' when I rhyme I need to hurry up and get to the punch
Which one is it, chump? 'Cause now you wastin' my time
Well, maybe a MAC to your head will cause medics (cosmetics) to help make up (makeup) your mind
See the difference in the way that we rhyme!?
I don't just "Bang! Bang!" fake make-up wit' lines
My punchlines is real rap
I make metaphors outta real facts
I cover all my ground
But wit' yew? All I found...
...is you talk wild loud...'bout how your gun gon' pow-pow
All your opponents all got pounds
But in the end, them n*ggas all got pounds
"Yo, what's gon' happen when Roc pick that lead up!?"
n*gga, he gon' jot down
Your straps only seen in your raps
Matter fact, that make you the n*gga wit' the drawn-out rounds
This kid is wired
Roc, you done put enough bullet holes on loose-leaf to fill a binder
I gotta peel (pill), but I'm next-level ill
For real, my pen a ceiling (penicillin) higher
Wait a minute, I don't know what's worse...
The fact that a n*gga wit' just they bare hands could take your chain...
Or the fact that a n*gga wit' just they bare hands could break your chain...
How I could just walk in the middle of the mall and make your chain?
And then you come back to URL wit' a faker chain!
Wait a minute, you paid to get somethin' back that's fugazi!?
You crazy...
Wait, it shoulda been surgery, new body, somethin' from a waist snatch
You couldn't be a bigger ass payin' for somethin' fake back!
I don't f*ck wit' battle rappers 'cause y'all think small and I hate that
Arguin' 'bout a million views - I'm tryna get paid that
My pockets Puffy, right!
But wit' you, it's, "How did he (Diddy) take that?"
You ain't even got a car, Roc! Say that ain't facts!
No, ya don't
You done sold ya soul to so-and-so
Sold your soul to this platform, now you stuck, can't go unless you goin' broke
Hope ya know you're hoin', ho!
Reason my dough load the boat?
'Cause I down the streams, sellin' out row, row, and row
That's currency (current, sea) overflow
Roc, on the low...low...low, low-low-low?
I will put all this sh*t in motion, ho
But if you think you the wave? Sure (Shore), whatever floats your boat
Look, you can win Twitter polls and votes
But the way I get paid for this sh*t?
(*to Smack*) Tell 'em n*ggas: I'm the only GOAT
That's all a fact
You out here sack chasin', can't get a quarter back (quarterback)
Talkin' 'bout "URL made me"
How? I'm makin' more than Smack!
n*gga, I got paid for three battles
You ain't heard one round yet
I'm gettin' paid to rehearse now: that's what you'd call a sound check!
Do ya hear me now!?
I get a bag, you get a purse...b*tch
Big difference in that - very
Your sh*t be on the arm, my sh*t I gotta carry!
G'head wit' all that "Roc-a-Fella"
Roc a fairy!
You play the b*tch role!
This comparin' Tyler Perry to watchin' Belly!
You done tricked us into thinkin' you a live (alive) n*gga like Makaveli!
The pole don't horseplay
Enough to go 'round, the more the merry
Pause...n*ggas stripped you wit' no pistol?
I'm disgusted wit' you
n*ggas just booked you and left...
The most notorious vampire in the world, you go ruin his rep'
Sad day when Dracula gets somethin' took off his neck!
Then five of y'all go beat on a female
Talkin' 'bout, "Well, she was the woman who lined him!"
Yeah, but what about the man who robbed him?
That man ain't hidin'
He all on the 'Gram wit' your sh*t in his hand, postin' addresses on where you can find him
He posted your ID, wit' the same address you share wit' your mama
And that ain't nowhere near the problem
Roc, here's the problem
If that address was somethin' only your close friends and family know...
Wait a minute, let's do the math
Carry the 2, then the fo'...there we go
How the f*ck did the tranny know!?
'Cause that was the same address she posted from y'all DMs of you tellin' her where to go
And that was over two years ago
Roc, and there's audio...
I bet you would be corny though and be like, "W-Well, where it go?"
Right?
I bet you won't get on here wit' Goodz and act like he ain't hear it, though
I'm sorry, Goodz, but Dan Barz is my man, so...
You know what?
I'mma give you line-for-line validation to let you know I had the conversation
Here it go...
"Tay Roc, Tay Roc, I ain't tryna come out there for you to waste my time."
He go, "Yo, why you keep sayin' my name so much?"
"What, you tryna shut me up?"
He said, "No, I'm comin'"
She banged the line
She called back, said, "I need you to know I'm not a woman."
You hear him say, "Huh?"
She said, "I wasn't born a woman."
It was a delay, second-wise 'bout eight or nine
And that's on my mother grave, to the sky
The next phrase from this guy was..."Yo, hurry up before I change my mind."
Say I'm lyin'!
Say I'm lyin'!
Say I'm ly-

[Tay Roc]
You lyin'

[Murda Mook]
Say I'm lyin'!

[Tay Roc]
I said it

[Murda Mook]
Say I'm lyin'!

[Tay Roc]
I said it, n*gga

[Murda Mook]
Yeah, yeah, we know
But don't worry

[Tay Roc]
Go 'head, get tight

[Murda Mook]
After this, everybody gon' hear it, bro
But look-
Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen...
Rest in Peace to Brizz bro
In the orange shirt, he had him put in the earth
Real n*gga, he never woulda got put in my plot
'Cause see, when it's love...it's no time to think
You just react when you get put in that spot
But here's the n*gga who started everything and did nothing
Bein' loyal to him, Brizz, look what it got
God, why you always take the real n*ggas from us?
It shoulda been Roc!
n*gga, 'cause we know those was all your views
You'se a dummy
Tryna be a ventriloquist and use a dummy to talk for you
Tennis threats on the Internet
I wasn't racketin' back-and-forth wit' you
I wanted to wait, tell you, "Suck my di*k" in your face!
Now do what you was taught to do
...Exactly!
This n*gga play the battlefield, your whole squad soft as you
My n*ggas wit' pistol play - they prayin' I call a audible
Your n*ggas give high-fives when they hear gun bars that's hot from you
My n*ggas shot guys
If they ain't die, they finished inside the hospital, n*gga!
Let's call a spade a spade
Right now, I'm battlin' two and a possible: Brizz, T-Top, and you
When you couldn't swim or fend (orphan) for yourself, Dot Mobb adopted you
I got battles locked for you
When that Cave was dark and empty, I went to bat a lot for you
Knowin' I created you, burnin' a hole inside of you
A shot or two is optimal, but I need you livin' long as possible
Make Roc die breathin', that's what I could do
I'm satisfied that you dyin' inside knowin' your career forever tied with Mook
Ain't nobody kick you out
You was Tre, you jumped out the ride for you
'Member?
When your punches wasn't hittin' NOTHIN',
Furious: I was the pop for you
But you only saw it one way
All them gun bars every round done had it's run, 'K?
So I'm telling you this what's best-- GIMME THE MOTHAf*ckIN' GUNS, TAY!
Wait a minute, wait a minute...
WHAT THE f*ck IS THIS sh*t IN HIS EYES?!
They not even prescription man...
So you mean to tell me, a n*gga that'll can do all this...
Just to look like that, this is the vibes?
[To Smack] The n*gga that's supposed to be the face of battle rap, this is your guy?
You know what I'ma fall back...
Nah, I gotta go and ask:
How you let these n*ggas f*ck up my house this much when I was gone, Smack?
When I left, this sh*t was raw:
p*ssy halls, crack on the floor, nobody door latched
I come back, it's Mr. Bentley: n*gga's holdin' doors
Wearin' suit jackets and wearin' colored contacts
Y'all auditioning for these white n*ggas tellin' y'all how act more black
Now the boss gotta ask his boss that
b*tch, y'all guns can't even be loud no more, they gotta golf clap!
Congrats, they did it guys
Got our whole culture gentrified
Killin' was your own, n*gga, that's genocide
Roc, they got your senses fried
You just a rental in their enterprise
They done convinced you winnin' is the prize
n*gga, when you hit the live with them guys, n*gga you don't split the pies
Your reward is is being happy you was in the ride!
n*gga, you a b*tch
You gon' forever be a b*tch!
And you ain't never gon' forget!
This the Statue of Liberty, Roc: forever gon' be lit!
f*ck them candy bars, n*gga! I ain't never gon' be tricked
Give a f*ck if it's Halloween
A clown never gon' be It!
And just off the sheer fact...he said in his face-off, he wouldn't react to nothin' I said...
See his face when I talk about that tranny sh*t...and see if he ain't f*ckin' with Fred

[Round 3: Tay Roc]
Aiight Mookie
What you gon’ talk about? Fake chain? How I got robbed n*gga?
I don’t wanna hear sh*t about a fake chain in a robbery, from a Dot Mobb n*gga
'Cause coming from your b*tch-ass mouth, it don’t add up
It happened to me, ‘cause hanging with Rex, is bad luck
Yeah... Yeah, I got robbed, but I can't tell y'all
What's stranger than, your enemy taking a gun and beating you with it, 'till you became his friend
SHAME ON HIM!
Let him try and fight in this match, just like the face-off
I will have candles lit, right where you at
I don't wanna be your friend, SUCK A FAT di*k!
In Fight Klub, you was gettin' yo' ass whipped
You Brad Pitt, Cardi washed you, who said this cat sick?
Gat spit, I'll let a cap off, bomb on ya lip, it's Chap-Stick
I'm THAT sick
Who said I can't hang with you? It's nonsense
Boy, I am on a different page and I got a table of contents
I'm God sent
You and Calicoe formed a team, you ride his di*k
'cause you scared of him
I killed that n*gga when I was on yo' team
If I was Shine, me and you, wouldn't speak at all
He link with DNA, y'all kicked him out, that there to me, is fraud
I link with Surf when I was Dott Mobb, y'all ain't say sh*t to me at all
Y'all known Shine forever, n*ggas ain't even know me that long
See that's wrong
I'ma let y'all see the rest
It was; me, you, Rex, Shine, you said "We the best"
I stole that whole blueprint from you, and made my team the best;
Chess, Brizz, YK, Bad Newz, me and Chef
The other pieces left, gon' be hard to move
It was always cool, to have Surf on board, gnarly dude
My squad is goons, that Brizz sh*t, got dawg confused
Swing on me, my man clutching across the room
I ducked and, sonic BOOM!
You shot in ya voice box
That's what this .38, special effects, autotune
Y'all is doomed
I'm waiting for n*ggas to start somethin'
I'ma run up, and ask yo' b*tch "You saw somethin'?"
I said "Axe yo' b*tch," I really meant cut off somethin'
Blue steel blade, I'll give Babe the Blue Ox, Paul Bunyan
Dawg bluffin, let this n*gga start buggin'
I send my hitta, with a shotgun, like Elmer Fudd, and my dawg huntin'
You was duckin' Surf, but I won't involve cousin
You would lose, and you only get Tsu (suit) and tie when you job huntin'
I'ma dog cousin
Show him, how a switchblade, point feel
Head to chin, (*shwoop*) shed his skin like an orange peel
I killed Rex and 'Lyt
You thought it was over? n*gga, It's on still
I gotta bury Murda by the Mobb, now he Nicky in the cornfield
And why Rex, act so tough, but froze up?
Hitman, was gon' pull up on Rex like a tow tru..
You know what? You ain't really catch it
And you don't realise, f*ckin' with Dott Mobb, is the only stain on my jacket
You ain't in my bracket, raisin' a ratchet
Bangin' a Smith'n, ancient Egyptian
Boy, I will put Snake in a casket
Don't play with me, faggot
You know what's a silly thing?
You the n*gga that tried everything, and really didn't succeed in anything
Mook, you are 24 fluid ounces, you ain't a liter (leader)
I am magic on this stage, I take y'all and I make believers
Burn ya back, no thermostat, when I raise a heater
This shotgun, got different coloured shells, like dyed eggs for Easter
BANG! Lay Murda down with a cold grin
f*ckin' with my money? This ain't No Country for Old Men
I call the gang like "Circle around, get close in"
I get a green light and they circle around yo' close friends
On Instagram, the n*ggas you put in yo' close friends
This for Brizz, 'cause when I win, we both win
I'mma smoke him
Kalashnikov, German chopper stick
When I blast off, guess where these bullets from Roc get shipped (Rocket ship)
Ya top get hit, the chopper spit
Scary Movie, bang a sub at the back of ya head, "I said a dollar, b*tch!"
You got me p*ssED!
Taking this loss, ain't gon' sit well
Hockey stick, Harlem n*gga, same difference, Big L
I'll have you gettin' balloons and cards that say "Get Well"
'Cause Murda, ended up, in a ER, ya name is misspelled
BIG SHELLS, my hands'll get on a 40
I'll make a movie in Murda (Murder) house: American Horror Story
What you doin' for me?
n*gga for you, I be mean writin'
Somethin' struck him, out this SK, Why? (Sky) You'll see lightnin'
This DC Universe scheme frightenin'
I'll leave his b*tch, rocked, in the middle of the face, Raven from Teen Titans
I care about just this league (Justice League)
And on SMACK fam, this Joker hardly could win (Harley Quinn) against a Batman
I will run in this cat woman (Catwoman) house, while the oven cooking
Like "Where the safe? I'll blow out everything that you wonder woman (Wonder Woman)"
Yeah I'm robbin' (Robin), act like a hero, I'll lift and blast
*Tchh Tchh* I will get rid of that swamp thing (Swamp Thing) in a flash (Flash)
n*gga's trash, you really make n*ggas laugh
Talkin' bout that I'm a little n*gga *chuckles* This little n*gga will whoop yo ass
Boy, I will knock a f*ckin' tooth out ya mouth, leave ya words choppy
I killed Rex and [Day]Lyt, in Dott Mobb, you my third body
I'll turn him to an RIP tattoo you swerve by me
Have n*ggas walking around with Murda, ain't throwing 'em like Irv Gotti
You heard 'bout me, since high school
My goons'll get him, If I holla "It's Murder" like Ja Rule
I drive through
Try running off, I'm dumping off, catch murda
But what's inside the toy, is a Chucky doll
Who the f*ck is y'all?
I never seen a G that took
A picture of him smoking a vape pen, outta T-Rex foot
You'sa b*tch n*gga, and I hope my words get took wrong
Revolver, I'll have what's smokin' outta ya mouth a foot long
Gon' make me commit an actual murder
Just to make sure he die, I wrote every verse, in capital Murda
I'm grabbin' a burner
Run up stupid, and I'ma rock him
Beat Murda with this judge, better than Johnnie Cochran
BANG! That's for Brizz, blood left the floor soakin'
When you die, I'ma buy your house when it go on foreclosing
I'ma say everything I want whilst the floor's open
They gon' be carrying you casket outta the church
I'ma be the one holding the DOOR open
I'm the n*gga this n*gga can't body
I don't care how long you rap, see Murda (C-Murda)
No Limit can't stop me, n*gga