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letra de tay roc vs ill will - urltv

[round 1: tay roc]
i’ma tell you like this, p-ssy, you shoulda stayed in the midwest
the sh-t you’re in not a p-ss test
these shots that i let out the stock, they go in vest
leave him leakin’ red, now he blue, he ain’t switch sets
this b-tch flex, get chin-checked, or stretched by my index
i pull up, then push up on your n-ggas
you’ll get your bench pressed
the after-school program: i’ll give these kids wreck
like i left on the caps locks: that’s big tec’s
i been stressed, i ain’t impressed with none of these new n-ggas
smack shoulda told you
i don’t just give the shots, i shoot through n-ggas
i turn your yearbook pic into a news picture
leave you in a ocean of blood and let your crew ship ya
go ahead, tell me how you’ll drop me if my jaw get tapped
you like a motorcycle junkyard: you hardly scr-p
be all you can be, that’ll get your army clapped
everybody get hit with this sig: it’s a party pack
i don’t f-ck with y’all f-gs, y’all on a g-y team
you better slide, i’ll hit you for real, i don’t play swing
i’ll clap the 9, leave him absent-minded: that’s a daydream
they’ll find this artist underground or floatin’ on a main-stream
silly old you if you confess to the cops
no video shoot, your whole set gettin’ shot
your silly ho too, she get stretched when i pop
i’m kfc, i wing the drumstick, leave her thighs and br–sts in a box
ayy, will, check out this floor scheme, i hope you understand it
i’ll give your b-tch hard wood since you take her for granted
caught that? your marbles on the floor when i spark that
ridin’ with a all black chopper, that’s my car pet
carpet, marble, hardwood… them all floors
i’m strapped with a 22, one 8, them all 4’s
run down on him, i’m like, “here, they all yours!”
have him tryin’ to recoupe from bullets from his car door
if i don’t off bull, my goons in line at his mom’s door
tryin’ to get him like he concords
i’m strapped like goro, that’s what i’m armed for
when they find this boy in a box it won’t be cardboard
aw, lord, i give him flashbacks of a while ago
if will gettin’ cash eatin’ i’ma host him with a calico
speakin’ of calicoe, i’ll f-ck him up after ya
i will put cal in the er any day on the calendar
that sh-t i did to qleen paper was a m-ssacre
i will get x boxed: no soul calibur
will, i’ll scr-p with ya
if i lose, before son rise i’ll have you sleepin’ in a coffin: dracula
i keep two k’s, you’re not that live
this who i gotta k!ll to show you n-ggas roc top 5?
why not jc? he’da end up gettin’ popped outside
that mac could rain a bullet, so when you hear that cha-cha, slide!
shout out to my n-gga midwest miles
i look at all y’all like, “y’all is midwest childs.”
i’ll have you wishin’ you was back in the midwest now
with my arsonal aimed at the only trick in this midwest crowd
play superman, i’ma play the kryptonite
i’m papa johns: you get a slice when i grip the knife
hey, smack, get it right, ain’t none of these n-ggas nice
if you ain’t from the east coast you ain’t winnin’ sh-t tonight
simple as that, i gives a f-ck what this n-gga said
i will turn a closed casket into this n-gga bed
rex told me go back to maryland with this n-gga head
i’ma hang it on my wall, y’all know this n-gga dead!

[round 1: iii will]
how many of y’all feel like i ain’t supposed to be on this stage tonight by a show of hands? well, that’s cool
‘cause i read the comments and i feel the same way
just ‘cause y’all don’t want me on this stage tonight
that don’t mean that y’all g-y
but dawg… y’all don’t want me on this stage tonight?!
man, y’all g-y!
second thing, i just wanna tell you
tell my n-gga right here, this fat f-ck
don’t say sh-t while i’m rappin’, because this ain’t that kinda sport
i’m the type of n-gga that we can handle it after the battle
and i’ll slap him off his momma porch
you ain’t got no bodies, you signed this contract
you d-ckin’ yourself sayin’ you a k!ller
i see y’all still slowin’ it down, well, speed it up
i said you ain’t got no bodies
you’s contradictin’ yourself sayin’ you a k!ller
i told y’all i was on some other sh-t
now i’ma show y’all how to smother sh-t
but i’m gettin’ head in your mother whip
she outer sp-ce thinkin’ i’m her boyfriend
but we only f-ck in the car: that’s the mothership
n-ggas like you and shotgun don’t say sh-t, i got a legacy already
n-ggas like you and shotgun don’t say sh-t
but if you spell it out your leg’ll see why
this shotgun ain’t nothin’ to play with
i’m the same n-gga from bet, you see how i spit it to him?
same n-gga from bet that said “f-ck it!”
then won it, straight drop how i give it to him
but them battle rappers, i was just siftin’ through ’em
but now for the dead pres i’m back
od’ing on smack like chris tucker in the living room
ain’t sh-t f-ckin’ change
y’all gon’ make me say “f-ck the fame!”
and have this n-gga lookin’ like alonzo when the russians came
nah, that was f-ckin’ lame, and this ain’t no f-ckin’ game
so if he go for the steal i’ll put one round his head
and tuck it back in the shirt like hot sauce at a rucker game
i ain’t f-ckin’ playin’, you from the slums?
nah, you right, you is from the slums slums
but you actin’ like i don’t got young guns
that’ll come and leave you slumped some
i still got young guns that’ll put dum-dums in your tum tum
for the bread, they’ll put a knot on your head: that’s a lump sum
what you gon’ do if i come to baltimore? like “f-ck what y’all say!”
you ain’t gon’ flip no rage or lift no gauge
i’ma be in that hallway all day
sellin’ rock around roc like a dopeboy in the flintstone age
but if you come to the yak, you know what they gon’ say?
you have just entered h-ll, roc
you can’t tell, roc? you can’t adapt to where we dwell, roc
one night and you’ll hear “dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah”
n-gga feelin’ like he sh-ll-shocked
you from the booty grippin’ crew, that’s why i can’t stand the b-tch
you can’t even stand to p-ss, but pick a fight with me
b-tch, i’ll swing a cannon fist, damage sh-t
big loads knockin’ down doors when we blammin’ sh-t
attach that long–ss banana clip, when i swing it look like a…
b-tch, it look like a long–ss banana clip!
but when that 40 blow, that’s what?
a rocket when it blast off? no, too slow
when that 40 blow that’s what roc get when it blast off

[round 2: tay roc]
they ask me why i ain’t been on uw or king of the dot
doesn’t even matter
this is my 9th url, all my views are in the league that matters
end up like samuel, i’ll reach and stab ya
like method man on 187, that’s how i teach a actor
i’m mad i’m battlin’ you for no extra paper
you have never been on a url card so i’m doin’ the effin’ favor
you should take caution or i’ll yellow-tape ya
to my shooters i make sure bills get p-ssed, i’ll be the legislature
i don’t respect your gangsta
swave, you my n-gga, why you made him team homi?
you shouldn’t let in strangers
i’ll hit this investigator with a heavy banger
put this cop in a walker if he try and text his ranger
i wish you would cross god: no intersection
leave your men in black when i give will smith & wesson’s
it’s ironic how when i raise h-ll he get sent to heaven
i’m funk flex: i’ll let this hot 9 give him seven
tay roc lose to iii will? bad prediction
you’re from pontiac and ran into roc: bad collision
you swing on me, get your life taken, that’s a given
shots will have your sh-t all outside: that’s eviction
i will get your b-tch merked: mike vick sh-t
chopper the size of tori doe, this some sl1ck sh-t
i will leave his lady red when i grip this
pop the trunk, put you in it, then make your ms. fit
tell this b-tch quit, his money long i get him taped up for that
like, “open your safe, or you won’t wake up for that!”
if it’s empty i’ma find where your mother at
when this mask scare her i bet she’ll make up for that
i could get you set up – f-ck, is you deaf, player?
you better walk, man, for the record i could set player
when i black over white blocks, that’s a chess player
get him clapped, find him out in brooklyn like a nets player
exchange words? i ain’t got sh-t to say
if we argue, right in the middle of talking you get a k
now spell it out, and you’ll see that that sh-t was straight
‘cause if you spell out “talking” in the middle there is a k
i see you like reb-ttals, well, try that sh-t with me
right in the middle of your reb-ttals you gettin’ t:d
now spell it out, and you’ll see that that sh-t was mean
‘cause if you spell out “reb-ttals,” in the middle there is a t
reb-ttal that! if we wreck, then it’s a wrap
jc try and break it up, his little neck is gettin’ snapped
cal step in, get him clapped
he’ll be isaiah thomas: detroit n-gga p-ssed on with 11 in his back
if i said it, it’s a fact, sh-t talkin’ get you penalized
i could tell you soft lookin’ in your tender eyes
i be walkin’ with a pump, sawed-off, minimized
one round knockin’ out every round that he memorized
n-ggas die, i don’t change sh-t when i’m strapped on him
gun bar after gun bar, ‘cause i’m strapped on him
when i clap on him it’s a wrap for him
since he from yak-town i’ll have his town pourin’ out ‘yac for him
i said chill, will, if i don’t steal will, the steel will
headshots, he won’t remember a round: i’ll yung iii will
i let the crowd choose how you get it, when i k!ll will
should i give him a smith like emmitt, or emmitt till will?
f-ck what you call him, i don’t find him that iii
when i fire at will, i just fire at will
they gon’ find his -ss k!lled; even though this ain’t your hood
you could end up in the trunk of a pontiac still

[round 2: iii will]
i’m the illest n-gga movin’, you get me?
i’m reb-ttalin’ that last thing about reb-ttalin’ so you can hit me
i know you’re not, so shut the f-ck up!
everybody wanna battle lux like he god or somethin’
i don’t, so jesus, after him, you up
n-gga, you cannot walk in my shoes nor fit in my jeans
they will have to hem you up
i come to the funeral and alter everything on the altar
when they readin’ that hymn, you up
n-gga, i will hem you up
you ain’t feelin’ me? i will “him” you up – that’s smack, n-gga
that’s just the evil thoughts of a yak n-gga
what you gon’ do, n-gga? ice my house like an igloo, n-gga?
but tell the truth, n-gga
n-ggas be hatin’ on that line like it was bad, but however
that igloo line put this n-gga ahead
of every battle rapper, even lux, he better
‘cause with that igloo line you said that was so f-ckin’ clever
that gave him the biggest eskimo fan base ever
but i’m at his b-tch crib though
i’m like, “you got a fat -ss! can i hit somethin’?
you mind gettin’ that thong ripped and gettin’ some long d-ck?”
she too reached down, palm gripped, said “aww, sh-t!”
i said, “b-tch, let me hit somethin’.”
she said, “i can’t right now,” i said, “b-tch, we is finna f-ck!”
she said, “well, the kids here, and tay roc—”
i said, “b-tch, i don’t care if the kids playin’ or he is pullin’ up.”
five minutes later daddy was almost breakin’ a rib in them guts
he came in, i upped the tool
he said, “kids, run!” – i mean they did try to rush
but that’s why i had that magnum on me
‘cause it catch kids when i bust
d-mn, not here, n-gga! not here, n-gga!
i can’t choke, ‘cause i’m not a top tier n-gga
i said i’m that new n-gga that y’all need to know, flow freezer cold
you just another b-tch to me: you keisha cole
if you got that bag and don’t pay that ticket
you’ll be in the er if you owe ’em, b
and if you don’t live, then you see more ratchets
y’all think i’m chokin’? y’all ain’t even peep that
i just said he’ll be in er if you o m b: that’s bmore backwards
let me hear you gettin’ them dead presidents
i pull up in the lincoln, that’s what the weapon in
run up, bend your men for the settlement
and you gon’ get your face on the 50 like jefferson
don’t say “oooh,” because that’s his sh-t
but we gon’ talk about his sh-t
you gon’ put his face on the 50 like jefferson?
you f-cked up, ‘cause i’m either some dumb
i might be some dumb, but he plum dumb
where in the f-ck do your money come from?!
ayy, but that’s cool, ‘cause if that’s the case
that ain’t where the sh-t stop
‘cause i’m feelin’ like roc, cashed out when i’m at the mall
or when i play with the b-tches, wavin’ expenses
pockets stay full of reagan’s and nixon’s
oh, you ain’t heard? i’m the man on these city streets
me and my n-ggas went to king of diamonds yesterday
and made it rain all kennedy’s
i’m gettin’ money, n-gga, but let me get off that
‘cause every bag i get, that’s another bad b-tch to ask for d-ck
ask your b-tch, don’t be actin’ p-ssed
or you’ll get smacked and sh-t
or use this target practice when i’m blastin’ sh-t
let off two, told him to move his shoes
or get socked out his tru’s: that’s a fashion tip
but the third round was the one that k!lled him
that’s ironic, that’s what we ask from clips
just ‘cause i’m fried don’t mean you can’t get your dame boiled
‘cause soon as i saw tay, i let it cook
so his ho can see i barbecued when that flame broil

[round 3: tay roc]
you was on national television, you didn’t get paid and you still not poppin’ – what has it done for you?
you c-cky off them 106 wins? i’ma humble you
whatever you got paid tonight, i’m paid double you
i f-ck up every rapper i come across, that’s nothin’ new
i don’t f-ck with you, i make fun of you right in front of you
even though this ain’t biological, i’m sonnin’ you
you wanna win a battle, well, roc ain’t who you run into
now i’ma put you back in the proving ground for a month or two
you be talkin’ in codes usin’ that fake jamaican sound
we don’t talk in codes on the phone ‘cause we don’t play around
i tell my shooter, “clap any f-ggot you see standin’ round!”
crucify him, that mean once you cross him get him hammerd down
he like, “what if this fat n-gga try to run?”
i’m like, “track him down.”
i guess y’all want me to define that, that mean map his town
when you see him, pat him down
if he smirk, crack his smile, clap him down
leave him on his face: pacquiao
real life, don’t get yours taken, i won’t play with you
this ain’t a movie, you can get your kids taken too
one clip, but it holds 30, look like it’s takin’ two
when i grip that lemon squeeze i ain’t makin’ juice
tay the truth, i came with all bars, i don’t joke
besides the fact your mom smoke crack and smell like dope smoke
i’m loco, i run up on your b-tch while she’s solo
she’s evelyn: her head gets the b-tt of the ocho
i’ll f-ck his b-tch and his sister in the same car
f-ck his b-tch in the backseat, then i trade off
strokin’ your sister, then i pull out of that lame broad
your b-tch cleaned my d-ck with her mouth: i got brainwashed
this that old roc, disrespect to your whole block
this 4 pop, leave holes in him the size of boat locks
face shots: botox, k!llin’ n-ggas, i won’t stop
another midwest n-gga that ran into that road block
i’m so hot, you heard you had me, you shoulda called it quits
you prayin’ that i choke in my third, but i ain’t charlie clips
ayy, charlie clips, could i take it a bit further?
how he k!ll me but i lived to talk about it?
ain’t that attempt murder?
f-ck that! back to you, william must be high on crack
from now on i’m disrespectin’ n-ggas, f-ck how you act
if your b-tch jump in between us while we try and scr-p
i’ma put baby to sleep when i give that dime a tap
how is that? holla at me, i’ma holla back
one on one i’ll make this n-gga look like kyla pratt
please don’t make this llama clap
when it pop off i’ll put you in the same place i put rich dolarz at
i’m nice! i’m nice! i’ll be that
you tryin’ to tango? i’ll box your head like oovoo for the tiny chat
all i know is this grimy rap; you swing, i’ll bob the cat
once i right him, i left him, like “i’ll be back.”
as far as my money, don’t get in between
i find your b-tch, take that b head: that’s guillotine
you scheme in your raps, i really scheme
with extensions that’ll take that whole party out like a limousine
i keep two quarters on me without a conscience
i could do four dimes for these two nickels, but if they find this
here’s a penny for your thoughts, give me nonsense
that chopper holds a dollar, when i shoot that’s 99 cents

[round 3: iii will]
i’m mad right now, so f-ck it, i’m about to talk sh-t
what you n-ggas mad at? ‘cause i’m the new n-gga?
y’all have to go from a to b, b to c, d to e
i went from a to e, you think i give a f-ck where tay’ii be?
just only wanna say one thing
i don’t wanna hear no “don demarco!”
or no “bang… bang… bang…” because that sh-t g-y to me
but look, you told shine that he got his swag from rex
and that he was rex foster child
you right, and murda mook is his foster mother
but if he k!lled you and joined dot mob
what is he? his foster brother
now, summer madness 3 got pushed back
but f-ck it, we made his fall bigger
these dot mob n-ggas all dinner
come with the chop at his block
and make it motherf-ckin’ rain all over the place like a call center
i’m walkin’ up on him, like, “tay roc!
why the f-ck is you nervous? f-ck is your purpose?”
the only benefits you got with dot mob
is if i do you bodily harm you under some nurses
but if my mans get that call he’ll meet, greet, serve you
and send you on your way: that’s customer service
k!ll you, then off your spouse next
i hate you so much i hope a mosquito fly over to magic johnson crib, then come to your house next
i’ll catch tay on the late night, hood on, brim low
i gotta creep silence with that 40, you know, tip toe
soon as i see him i– man, what the f-ck i gotta do that sh-t for?
i could walk up to this n-gga with no strap
like, “b-tch, what they hit for?”
he ain’t even do nothin’ on the n-gga that beat his moms
but i bet he’ll hit a b-tch though
fifth blow, leave him layin’ there, like, “that’s berserk.”
see your b-tch, grab her purse
run in the room, stab the nurse, blasts disperse
have this b-tch–ss n-gga chest lookin’ like a afterbirth
f-ck that old roc, them two n-ggas
four burners and that stove top!
this that one 12 blinkin’ in your face: that’s that broke clock
i know these n-ggas lookin’ like
“aight, iii will, you could tell he a threat, he ready for vets.”
nah, i’m already ahead of the rest
so f-ck a vest, protect your head and your neck
i’m tissin’ on all these top tier b-tches
and waitin’ on the outcome: that’s a pregnancy test
left him a mess, tay, we can box if you want
get socked if you jump, mac in the car, but not in the trunk
c-ckin’ the pump, it’s like i’m a virgin on a murder spree
i could k!ll this b-tch and not give a f-ck
i let that snub nose touch roc
i’m the director of a rehabilitation center: f-ck roc!
i’m silent granite, he pomegranate, i c-ck it, blam it
it look like rocket damage when roc get damaged
but dawg, you from the booty grippin’ crew
look, i know it just sound like i’m chastisin’ and scoldin’ and sh-t
but maybe these words will mold you and sh-t
h0m-s-xuality in your faculty is noticed and sh-t
n-ggas grab on your booty when you flowin’ and sh-t
what if you spit a hot three rounds?
k shine gon’ come grab your scr-t-m and sh-t
what if you in the studio and spit a hot track?
they gon probably— dawg, y’all see where i’m goin’ with this?
but f-ck it, if y’all get money, why would i ruin that sh-t?
but at least we all know now what y’all do for that sh-t
i’m a team homi ‘cause every real n-gga know me
i’m a team homi n-gga because i’m good when i’m ot
i’m a team homi n-gga because i’m everywhere hood be
ayo, aye verb, i’m a team homi n-gga
because your momma said i could be
i got that glock in the right, push his wig left
bullets catholic priests: touch his kid next
i’m tryin’ to smoke, empty his guts, split his mid sect
i remind tay of aye verb mother, toughest n-gga in the midwest
this n-gga math hoffa said i stole his jamaican sh-t, y’all
so out of every battle rapper, that’s the n-gga i’ma steal from?
what the f-ck is the reason?
besides, he stole bonnie from me
so if anything, motherf-cker, we even
did tsu surf pull an ar off his hip? tell me that it’s not so
tell hitman to stop shootin’ empty sh-lls, pr-nto!
and if hollow wanna be hollow he can get a hollow, blindfold
i don’t care if i get high or low
straight up i made this sh-t, ain’t n0body gave me sh-t
n-ggas talkin’ about they paved the way for me
n-gga, pave this d-ck, yak-town in this b-tch, man

- urltv

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