DNA vs. Tay Roc

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Round 1

DNA

DNA versus Tay Roc, I know a lot of y’all ain’t wanna witness this

Since you said you wanted Calicoe

If Smack ain’t paid me these racks I wouldn’t have did this shit

My bro Charlie beat you twice, since they say I’m his son

I could live with it

So this battle’s like Vine cuz the same thing gon get repeated by lil clips

Get the fifth, let this G know (Geno) if he don’t Jet, he getting Vick’d

The tre will make you pay, sir (Pacer) or the mill’ll (Miller) spit

Get him, k’s (MK) in the Daylyt, I bet you’ll chill a (Chilla) bit

Or just call my planet of the apes

That mean my C’s will (Ceasar) be on some Gorilla shit

Tell Murda he still a bitch, cuz I ain’t even want Tay Tay

I was hoping that Mook get wild

Since he didn’t, guess I gotta practice with Roc like a shoot around

You’ll get smoked with the pipe, that’s a hookah lounge

Then it’s (Dentist) to the tool like a root canal

You say you got hammers well you should use it now

Cuz the last time we seen a DOT reaching was the Proving Ground

What? Y’all ain’t seen a Queens nigga

Murda Inc like this since Black Child?

How y’all think this nigga Roc Raw, when all he do is bring Smack-down?

Heard you was snitching in Baltimore, telling niggas about crack vials

So for singing on the wire, I’ma show you my mac wild (Mackwild)

That’s why I think URL smart, but Tay stupid

Cuz Smack put him behind bars, Frank Lucas

They amped you, ya whole tier/tear gassed, St. Louis

For y’all raving (Raven) I’ma make two ring, Ray Lewis

If I seem in a hoodie he’ll die, unless he got a mean vest

They ain’t gon see you on this card again (Cardigan)

Since you wanna be fresh

You owe me any shorts? Leave (Short sleeve)

Or get ya casket closed tight like T-Rex

Follow where that car goes (Cargos) and a pair will hit ya V next (V-necks)

I told you Roc, I’m on some other shit

After them first two battles with Charlie

Should’ve learned not to fuck with Clips

See you & ya Wiz hopping out of that Rolls (Rose) well start running quick

Cuz boy I carry a Cannon that’ll make a couple split

What y’all thought? After Ill Will I couldn’t check this dude?

They should’ve known it wasn’t a game when I split Tech in two
(Tekken 2)

If ya Maryland niggas try to jump in, I’ma E. Ness them too

But Ty won’t try once I put Law in order like SVU

If he survive I’m running in B-more right inside of the spot

Tay Tay going out like Omar whether he got on a wire or not

I tell my man keep ya eyes on the clock

So when I shoot at 8:59 all y’all gon see is 9 on the Dot

What you thought? I was gon come and spit the same shit that Clips said?

Jaz the Rapper hammer, that means it’s nothing but big heads

If I see you in that Cadillac, Ty better get low or ya clique dead

Ayo Charlie! Baltimore niggas always leave with their wig red

That’s why you got me tight right now, I wanna fight right now

Cuz I hate ya slogan and everything that has to do with light right now

Like if I see ya son in the crib, I’ma shoot his brains

Leave that on the mantle

If I see Roc lampin around, I’ma show him what this can do

For y’all thinking this a match and he fire, that ain’t mad bright

Now if you think about them last words, then that’s light

I mean you say ya wack slogan and then repeat bars

And y’all get excited from it

Don’t y’all notice he says that’s light so you could be blinding from it?

I mean Roc, that’s an indication that you not ready

You keep giving us light bars to disguise that they not heavy

It’s round 1 it’s getting hot in here, y’all know my slogan

(GET EM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!)

Hell no! Get his whip the fuck outta here!

Get Smack, get everybody that was on my dick the fuck outta here!

Get Rex, get Mook, get Shine, ya whole clique the fuck outta here!

Since Charlie made it debatable, get Clips the fuck outta here!

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 gon take a minute

Give em a shot that’s clear as hell (Clearasil) he'll get a facial with it

Nigga where you live? Don’t make me visit

I 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 (cracka) if I’m hanging with you (jew) 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 em with a automatic sweeper, that’s 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 gon sit and watch while I battered and 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 (C-Walking)

I’m not crippin’

Rex and K-Shine got with em

I’ma do em like the last two dots did em but Roc ain’t bring a prop with em

This tech’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 driveby, I walk up and leave the driver waiting

He get shot right in the middle of having conversation

My shooters come give the metal/medal 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 gon be the deepest

Bury you after him, Smack this gon be the sweetest

They got double crossed and iced, that’s two Jesus pieces

Light bars, now you see ya opponent with you

Lebron James gon make me cramp in the Heat of the moment

See that’s where you made me mad

I will Paul George him, put 2 4’s on em 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

DNA

That last round that he spit

I fuck with it Roc, you had a lot of lyrics and shit

I was trying to break you down and do some other things

But y’all wanna hear that ignorant shit

So and since Smack’s ya man, I don’t wanna air you out

But you just took up for a nigga

When I battled he ain’t even put a trailer out

This my 2nd round Tay, it’s time to see what ya life bout

Like when shit get foul for Roc

Which one of ya niggas gon call that time out

But let me look in a snake eyes, fuck rollin a dice out

Cuz lets see if you saying “that’s light”

When you got a nigga that’s punching ya lights out

They told me don’t freestyle this battle

They told me keep it written please

Well tell this Joker I’m the wrong one to face (Two Face)

Since tonight y’all gon miss the frees (Mr. Freeze)

You know how they got A-Team and the mohawk on Mr. T?

Like if I call a team they’ll bring out more hawks if they miss the T

Since he for beef, tell Smack set it up with Factz if you get the cheese

Cuz once I serve Tay with this Big Mac, I’ma give Mickey these
(Mickey D’s)

Then drive through, put a soul in the air, that’s perfect

I’m gripping the glock to put his chick in a box, that’s CHURCHES

This biscuit on the side order help me get Roc fried

So when these POP-EYES I’m killin you and ya FIVE GUYS

If you think you the gun bar king and you stay strapped

Then where was ya gun when Mook got pistol whipped

And Rex got his chain snatched?

You know what, save that, he won’t SHINE if this K clap

If you survive, I’ll recap him like Jay Blac

You ain’t in my league, that’ll get Tay slapped

For one you not King Of The Dot’s

So when I Flip Tops I’m knocking off A Hat (AHAT)

How you from Baltimore but joined a Harlem group? That’s straight wack

So as for Roc, he’s getting addressed (a dress) A$AP

You know A$AP Rocky wear the dress, you know what, save that

All you niggas saying I was bout to get 3-0’d y’all need to stop crying

Saying it’d be biased cuz we battled in New York, nigga stop lying

Clips said whoever hate on you vers' Tay, them niggas cock riding

I said nah, they just bringing a new definition of Roc climbing

I swear to god as my motherfuckin witness

The moment you become top tier in battle rap, everything switches

Them same fans that used to love you and cheer

Now they boo and become critics

That shit that they use to give constructive criticism, now it’s malicious

But here’s the difference

See when DNA don’t make sense it’s cuz I freestyled it

Thought of it this very minute

When you don’t make sense

You went home, took time out, and it was written

For instance he said

“I should shoot Charlie in his Windgate with these mac’s b (Max B)”

Now let me get this shit straight

Y’all mean to tell me I can’t clap machetes

But he can shoot niggas in their Windgate? What the fuck is a Windgate!?

I’m just asking ya

And how can you put CAL IN DA ER when AR ends with “Calendar?”

You said,

“I should kill ya grandma, ma and whoever else shack (Shaq) up with you”

That’s like saying the Yankees second baseman was John Elway

Cuz nigga grandmama’s not Shaquille O’Neal, it’s L Jay

See you don’t know basketball, that’s the problem

Hit his windshield, the 6’ll (Sixer) break the glass like Darryl Dawkins

It’ll look like the Knicks vers’ the Pacers when I grab the larkin

Cuz if you don’t wanna see this 4 point play like Larry Johnson

Now I’ma be honest, I don’t got respect for y’all

Cuz y’all just be cheering for Roc and he don’t make sense at all

You get blinded by the aggression and performance so y’all get hyped too

You don’t even finish the bar, and they be like “woo!”

Well if y’all gon let this nigga slide then let me slide too

Cuz y’all let him get away with Murda, but I’ma find Mook

And when I do, my niggas’ll serve ya

You gon see these (CD’s) trays if I’m getting the burna

I’m blacking out, hitting people even if it didn’t concern ya

It’s to the point where my man like you don’t know where you are D
(URD)

And I replied back in the middle of Murda

Tell that nigga we coulda done this before, but he was taking forever

Smack had all that bread, he wasn’t saving no cheddar

You old niggas can’t fuck with us new niggas, what?

I’m not making it clever

Y’all want the proof? Reed (Proofread) made a mistake in this era/error

What time is it? It’s 7 o’clock?

Well they shoulda started this battle around 2

Cuz I’m killing you early Roc and you supposed to be the killer around too

Clips said he ain’t the nigga you can give a round to

I told that nigga only reason I ain’t kill you before, I ain’t get around to

Shot him at 1, cops ain’t find the body till around 2

And since ya hypeman round too, he gon get a round too

I even shot Rex and Mook around 2

Why? Cuz it’s two Dots around too

This that brim in ya face, that’s that old Roc

Four burners by the kitchen, that’s that stove top

Why give em long range? Here’s that dome shot

Tay Roc had a good streak, this that road block!

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 gon charge me for killin 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 (Sho Nuff) glow about you

This broken bottle will poke inside you, you hospitalized in QUEENS

The Doc’s 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
(Far Rockaway)

My last two bars will tell you that that’s a Queens scheme

Ya 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

That’s 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 (bucket), challenge me

The cave don’t disrespect god, but they blast for me (Blasphemy)

Ironic, I’ll make you a casualty on a casual Tee

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 (Shoryuken) get stretched

A lot of ya battles got all us upset

Magic made you look dumb on camera, that’s The Carbonaro Effect

You might wanna come armed with a tech

This 1 8 will leave 2 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 ya 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 (OKC) you ain’t ever seen this type of K, D

What you can’t hear? You So So Def, 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 N NY, GOD!

Damn y’all know that this nigga dead

3 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

DNA

That might’ve been the most amazing shit I done heard

You could take D nanny and that means D in NY and y’all like that?

It figures, I think y’all should stop screaming

Cuz it just makes sense what Roc’s doing, it’s another Dot reaching

Why y’all gon get hype for them lines like he doing well?

I guess y’all wanna hear gun bars instead of that intelligent shit on URL

Well should I load the sporta? Well that don’t make sense

How bout I shoot a shell

Let a bullet rain here and leave em red here/hair like Nunu Nellz

But you gon get this movie live and direct, it’s 3D

I made Prez die, I killed that PG for GP

You and ya niggas gon need Obama Care ‘fore I squeeze 3

Cuz they could run, but Roc gon be the first nigga that D, see (DC)

Think please…

And when I catch em he better do 95 on that highway

Don’t stop or slow down or we gon end this my way

See you hopping out the whip, I’ma let that 9 spray

Give this star bucks (Starbucks) when I hit the caf’ (calf)

They’ll find you in a lot, Tay (Latte)

But Smack said you Top 5, that was on BET

Nigga that’s a lie, I said you from the DMV

You said bullets shoot over the car like Blake Griffin, that’s too easy b

When I just get the clip a (Clipper) point like CP3

Y’all remember that third round vers’ K-Shine?

Where he broke DNA down and taught me a lesson quick

You know the lab coat, the science goggles, he perfected it

My Beloved Loaded Lux said

“Dying is a sure thing and you’re the death in it (definite)”

So I wanna play a game called who stole a nigga’s style

And guess who the contestant is

You can go to jail for all the Tsu’ing you do, we don’t respect the shit

You guilty for sounding like Surf in a sense, you can’t object it bitch

You can’t complain if (plaintiff)

You don’t got a case and you can’t defend it, shit

You tried to hide it but we caught you and here’s the evidence

When we first started hearing you Roc, we was loving all of ya verses

Then you starting doing hand gestures and sound effects

I’m like: “what’s the purpose?”

What’s worse is, you took another nigga’s style and didn’t even birth it

If y’all pay attention, this whole time he been doing nothing but Surf shit

Vers’ Con, Surf said “U R in the middle of the *CH-CH* like Church is”

Vers’ Clips you said, “*CH* that AR LIE” oh you reversed it

What’s next? You gon say URN and NASH on some Surf shit?

Spit a gun bar, when the crowd go crazy put ya hand on Surf’s hip?

Y’all both two dimensional, if you follow geography then that’s perfect

Cuz the earth is a two dimensional surface

And now that that surfaced that’ll explain how you been riding Surf’s dick

Cuz you just putting the ground work to get on the same level that Surf is

What y’all tight? Cuz ya views struggle and all his got a million?

Y’all niggas booing me, I guess I’m losing from the words

I guess I should start spitting nouns cuz y’all wanna boo me for the verbs

I don’t wanna have to spaz out or get the toy quick

If this was a few years ago and y’all was booing me like this

I probably would’ve walked off on some Detroit shit

But I’ma stand here, take the boo, cuz y’all niggas wanna hype Roc

I mean damn, these niggas wanna act like you Shine, Roc

I guess you think since you battled Clips and had a good battle

It’s ya time Roc

But since you Crip, I’ma kill 6 seconds, that’s Vine, Roc

You don’t even gotta let me finish

Cuz no matter what I do in battle rap, still niggas lying

Beat two PG’s, y’all hate it, and still niggas trying

I don’t wanna hear the gun bar king spit these steel gripping lines

So and him can get Smacked cuz I’m on real nigga time, time.

Tay Roc

I’m from the block era when it was not fair

Been doing this before you goofy Grind Time 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 (liquor) 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 (Tequila)? 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 (tipsy) then hungover and drop

But ya man Conceited, watch ya mouth ‘fore 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 (eye 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 will get Raheem’d if I give em the cue/Q

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 (Sonny Liston), do what you may, whether (Mayweather) you got me

What you think you gon get Roc man (Rahman)? Not me

I catch em on Lenox (Lennox) he’ll lose his (Lewis) ear if he box me

Afraid you’re (Frazier) gonna lose your life, shaking in that alley (Ali)

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 gon 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 em fucking with me you get Smacked, we on real nigga time

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