Tay Roc vs. JC

Will Tay Roc's performance skills save him in this battle against JC's flow?

Round 1

Tay Roc

Just know in one of these rounds imma do you somethin’ tragic

Which means either you gon’ get bodied or have a fuckin’ classic

I’m the one that spazzes, treat every battle like Summer Madness

Sleep on me til that comfy bed become a casket

Faggot, did SMACK sign you up to die or what?

Good with the Clippers I bet he fade when I line him up

The 9 is tucked and this iron buck if you try your luck like you’re drunk

Take a shot to the head, that’s bottoms up

I’m being blunt, but you ain’t high enough

I’m the type to kick it with you then kick in your door and tie you up

I caught him with his bitch, I had time enough

I whipped out my blade and laid my mack down

She knew I wasn’t tryna fuck, goon shit

And this hockey mask like A Mighty Duck

With a hockey stick I’m treatin' his head like a hockey puck

His head would’ve had enough knots, but that’s not enough

I beat this nigga like the soda machine when my dollar’s stuck

We take change like a Spade’s game, get ya diamonds cut

We strapped with them ladders in the whip, that’s a fire truck

That shotty dump leave drama slumped

Docs ain’t seen no body with this many bucks on him since Donald Trump

Time is up, let me catch you with ya soft squad

I take every shot with no assist, I’m a ball hog

I don’t leave a witness to call log, like I’ll get you hit with a sawed-off

And every nigga that saw, off’d

That’s wordplay, I got plenty more though

Life if it’s war and they send me all, you’ll get hit with a semi-auto

This nigga act up tonight, he won’t see tomorrow

Money should’ve left me alone like I need to borrow

Dig me? You an actual dead guy, gun bar king

Niggas get clapped when the lead fly

You’ll be suited lookin' like a bachelor just died

Leave you layin' in a casket, that’s half of his bed size

That’s how I pray for all of them, ya daughter, and ya aunt and them

You gotta call 9-11, my niggas plane will bomb on them

I’m like fuck you and ya squadron

I always look in a bulls-eye when I’m targetin'

Pardon him, but dude is trippin’

Til I turn into Bishop off this Juice I’m sippin’

But the difference, I can shoot through houses with this tool I’m grippin’

These choppers hold extensions, but this new edition

Through the scope I could hit kids, I got supervision

I can clear a lot when this Uz’ sprayed off

I went to Newark and dropped a K and copped a NEW AR

That’s two guns to knock this Toupee off

I let one ring, one on hold, that’s a two way call

You ain’t hard I don’t believe whatever you confess

I got navigation for whatever you address

I’ll get you robbed for whatever you have left

Like exorcisms, takin' him off of whatever he posses

I got bars, gun line after gun line

In fact you saw what I did to the last rookie from Pontiac

I sent his soul where Rich Dolarz at

You see URL needed some type of Magic to bring that Zombie back

I fuck niggas up, more than likely a fag dyin’

I’ll leave a golf ball hole in one when I grab iron

JC you ran into Roc at a bad timin’

You the second Pontiac I fucked up, I got bad drivin’

I take what I want, there’s no askin’ them

I couldn’t wait to punch his mic around, Joe Jackson them

It’s only right that I’m toe taggin’ him, close casket them

Have bullets goin' in and out of Carter, dope traffickin’


Aye this is big business

You gotta become a savage in seconds

To make a lastin’ impression and stick with it

Now this may either help you or harm you

And I ain’t exactly been known for gift givin’

Besides every arm I ever lent done had clips in it

Now you can stand here, act like this can’t turn up

You been awfully quiet

But if I get bored with you, a board hit you, nigga I start a riot

I tried to tell him right when he signed he’s out of his mind

But ya’ll won’t ignore the shit

Now I’m torchin’ the 5th, they gon’ have to wrap him up

And get spatulas for what the coroner’s missed

Now them basic rhymes, but I’m facin' time for these innovative lines

They play, rewind, said you was nice, basically lied

Now you gettin’ all throwaways, watch, just for wastin' my time

One call, ya fam missin', I’m van whippin’

He usin' a bus pass, I pass bust and past the bus

Caught him and public tran slippin'

But what you want me to do?

You want me to flip ya little bars and tell you who you lost to?

See that’s where these boy’s lost

I ain’t even give a fuck about who you were til the coin tossed

They all know me, right? And dog not waitin'

And a portion of that come from my Kevorkian practice

I damn near lost all my patients

Now to them that could mean absolutely nothin’

To him that’s a bad life, that Passion gon’ get him past Christ

When niggas see the shift from my pen, men ship jump

I write that nice, penmanship

Niggas showed me a picture of Roc and said

“You wanna throw darts for fun?”
I said, “elaborate,” he showed me a list of names, said “target one”

I said, “You know what, I don’t care about none of them niggas”

He said, “You sound like all of us so, ya’ll talk to son to let him know”

Ya’ll knew he was a bitch before I called him one

But ya’ll think this a match, we’ll ya’ll trippin’

You the reason Kings sacrifice pawns nigga

Push that button, all you gon’ see is men in black and cars flippin’

Ya’ll victims, ya’ll can play that

But we predators, we breed better, ya’ll need effort

Even though they sayin’ ya quotes, they think you a Joke, you Heath Ledger

Matter fact, let’s just say this an even match

And believe in fact you are nice and they didn’t lie

You got me, so you don’t know whether you being rewarded or penalized

Let’s get it simplified

They don’t want you ahead, they want yo head

To disarm and unarmed team

And the fact that they even wanna broadcast this broad cast is beyond me

But this is way more than a step down for me

This is a free fall, no parachute

But a pair of paramount picture sized clips, that’s what I prepared for you

Now I apparently he don’t know what I mean by paramount

So picture this

A shot from both hammers across you, that’s a pair amount

Now picture this, one arm for each half of his crew, I’ll pair them out

Palm a flare, ya’ll gon’ let these broke niggas die like Obamacare

This my section, and when I get to dissectin' this dyke section

He gon’ die in seconds, prove me wrong, with clips movie long

I don’t give a fuck if you can act, out here you got the starring role

You that main nigga we shootin' at

See we shootin' straps, you unarmed niggas ain’t shootin' back

Ya’ll try to run we shootin' backs, gats is sparkin'

He wanted action? Start it, we’re an active target but my clique poppin’

With big choppers that’ll knock Big Momma back to Martin

But let’s bring truth to it, targets, we don’t roll around but we roll through it

But you stupid for lettin' them mournin' your death just to YouTube it

You know what he told me? “Spare you”

You know what I told him? “Find a spare you”

You expendable, I got a scope, he interviewed during his interview

That chest shot gave him an inner view of the inner you

You know what’s funny? I go all over killin' dudes

Ya’ll see me, is this new?

I was told to go long runnin' with whoever head they pitchin' to

But this is who I end up with, I’m glad you around for this shit

But do not go back to that Cave yet

Cause there’s still 2 more rounds of this shit

Round 2

Tay Roc

You remind me of Shorty Doo Wop, you don’t pop 4’s

I show up to ya door with a snot nose, that’s a Roscoe

In his crib I was decoratin' with shots though

Puttin' 5 in his back when I let a flock go

You a league hopper, imma put you in ya place

You gon’ get what you urn, that’s ashes in a vase

Let me demonstrate, nigga I ain’t Organik

You’ll really get bodied if I put 100 Bulletz in ya face

I beat niggas that ain’t in ya ranks

I already sonned Will, I’m Phillip Banks

And you Carlton, clown nigga on every scene

I should of deaded you a long time ago instead of Qleen

Lil’ nigga watch ya lips or get swole shit

I have you walkin' with a Crooked Smile, J. Cole shit

I’m runnin' Yak, lil nigga you don’t control shit

Since he from the Yak, imma kill with old shit

I’m back, warn him that I’m liable to snap on him

Swing a bat on him, no jokin' when it crack on him

SMACK puts racks on him, it’s a wrap for him

Another Yak town nigga imma kill, but imma pour a Yak on him

Just ask Will, they’ll find your ass killed

Do you wanna know how the trunk of that Pontiac feel?

You from Pontiac? Cool, lil’ Pontiac, chill

I’ll put high beams in lil’ Pontiac grill

And ya arrogant act, just ain’t right

You ain’t got to be Conceited just cause ya’ll niggas the same height

But fuck the jokes I’ll get you bodied in plain sight

This two piece ain’t a left hook or straight right

Headshot when I clap at JC

If D MC don’t run I’ll Jam Master J, C

I ain’t ask for JC, but this is who you give me?

Fine SMACK, I’ll give the shots, but when Surf gon’ give me mine?

Not just him, Calicoe, Charlie too

2014, I’m tryna get rid of all of you

Julian let me talk to you, these bullets cost Cash Money

They’ll kiss his Baby and go through Carter too

I said that wrong, that Cash Money will get son ate

Leave his Baby in tears cause she ain’t get one kiss

Even Lil Wayne will tell you that I don’t trust shit

That’s why I made sure all my shooters in the Trukfit

So what’s up? Get everythin' from ya nose and up broken up

I’ll get sir rocked/Ciroc in his coconut

You the type of nigga that I run up on

Tuck my hammers, then fold you up

Once these Hit, man, ya brother gon’ have to hold you up

So what’s up? Get everythin' from ya nose and up broken up

I’ll get sir rocked/Ciroc in his coconut

You the type of nigga that I run up on

Tuck my hammers, then fold you up

Once these Hit, man, ya brother gon’ have to hold you up

Get close enough then Dose you up, leave you swollen up

Put ya head through a wall while I got you in a Cobra clutch

I throw a punch, it’s like drinkin' liquor and usin' bread to soak it up

One will leave you learnin', the other will help you sober up

Hollow’s in this .45 make it fortified

Battle Rappers that you glorify, I have horrified

Nigga I will have ya life flashin’ right before ya eyes

Hit ya heart, lung and liver because I’m organized

SMACK know I ain’t playin' with these new bitches

Another body by Christmas? Nigga I’m too gifted

This nigga think he beatin' me? He must be too twisted

Or hittin’ trees like Paul Walker when the coupe drifted


I ain’t heard shit that gassed in my fuckin’ life

I’m sayin' you out yo mind nigga

Dome shots, now you layin' without yo mind nigga

You don’t think before you speak anyway, say it without yo mind nigga

You fuckin’ coked out ass battle rappers

Are payin’ for the wrong lines nigga

Cause see me, I’m that crazy one who figured how to mastermind a pen

Savage rhymes, craft in line nicer than the one Madeline was in

And they brought you to me, now usually you pay double

But you face trouble, ya’ll want us to clash

You ain’t even qualified to play Ruzzle, nobody runnin’ from you

Fuck, nobody watchin’ you, stop stoppin’ and start stoppin’ through

You a Guantanamo Bay prisoner, clearly behind the worst bars possible

And it’s fucked up cause the ass whoppin’s ain’t worth the views

Ya’ll know I ain’t do my research on dude

H,ow many flips yall heard me use not one

This spot done, you top gun put in a case full of pistols

My shots go straight out, you ain’t takin’ shit with you

Dome shot, they say it’s official, ouch

We skip the dots and hit the dots, sailors could fish you out

My type don’t mix with scouts

We can’t find you, we take the shit you can’t live without

Come find us, times up, get the shovel

He try to run he get tied up, busy schedule

I grip and lift the metal, that mag need toe tags, I’m gettin' several

Lead pop, bring that fast life to a dead stop

Scoop up dog quicker than Craig’s Pops

Red dots, those arms come out you goin' home, Red Foxx

Now you tell me is this an accurate statement

These niggas know what you about, you ain’t even half your rap

Nigga say if 500 people even cared you exist

Could be the biggest reach in battle rap

But I’m so much better than all you niggas

I try to push it through they mind I’m backpackin’

Mad stabber, leave them lyin’ with this bullet from

Nah, see lines like that, that’s okay

But it gets so gassed today that niggas like him survive

When he should be penalized for takin' half my space

Now it’s cause of you I’m on this stage I’m mad

See you the kind I’d shove, next time either find me a better opponent

Or let me be on it by myself

You not a general, bitch you expendable, bred for destruction

Dome shot, straight through, turn his head to a funyon

You wanna know what’s funny? I feel like I’m more at home than you

And this nifty spot, you wanna know what else?

I didn’t knock or pick the lock and bitch you missed the spot

Matter fact you might not even be the shooter

You probably got one of your homies to bust it for them

Well I got homies too and a few Benji’s will bend G

And it’ll be a whole lot of money foldin’

I told this muthafucker, I got long clips for the wrong sense

Long distance, if we 57, I’m raw with it

Them barrels bust like Diddy car hit it

I told this muthafucker, yo this is the end of the road for you

And it’s courtesy of me cause I ended the road for you

I killed everybody, even ended who wrote for you

But even If I lose I’m winnin’, even his iffy niggas known it

But I ain’t losin' tonight, you wanna promote this fight?

You better hope it’s a twitter where you goin’

Round 3

Tay Roc

You gon’ pop lock then pop Roc? Ya’ll know he fakin’

If this was a dance battle then you would 3-0 me, no debatin’

Once I hit you with this 1, 2, step before ya soul gets taken

They’ll find his body out in Harlem with his shoulders shakin’

For salary I cause tragedies and leave casualties

Doc on top of you like he tryin’ to jump a battery

Battle me, shots for everybody in ya cavalry

I aim at you and trigger off my allergies

Him dyin’ ain’t a maybe, nigga I’m for certain

At his door like Wayne Brady when I rob a person

Deal or no deal, show me who’s behind the curtain

I’m tryin’ to murk him, I leave him in shock trauma hurtin’

Gun bar king my nigga, try and handle that

I dare him cough, he’ll get his mug where the handle at

Coffee, mug, handle, you should scramble Jack

JC will get an AK see how I scramble JACK

Now I’m movin’ upon him

One beam on each hammer, I’ll put two of them on him

One thing to do, I should’ve warned you

Shoot til ain’t a shell left over when I bought this aluminum for you

That’s light, I ain’t Chilla Jones but I plan to scheme
Banana Clip hangnin' out the damn machine

Steel clap that’ll peel back ya tangerine

You gotta tell ya circle “bounce,” trampoline

Pistol whip him when my hammer swing

I use my hammer like a hand, use his head like a tambourine

Tie up his Princess and his Queen

Start a fire after I soak him in kerosene and I don’t care who seen

Watch you disintegrate, get it straight

For every nigga that I eliminate, there’s one that I intimidate

You got no bars, you just imitate and manipulate

You ain’t a criminal, you incriminate

I’m really in the trap, you wanna participate?

Imagine me frontin’ this nigga weight and he don’t pay in time

He could lose his Mother for being a minute late

Meanin' get his clock clean like Justin Timberlake

When I heard Smack and Surf was bettin' on this I was hot then

They started this so imma show how the plot end

Surf got 2 racks on you nigga, you better not win

If I feel like ya’ll robbed me, then nigga imma rob him

Real rap, get jacked, that’s what a nigga bout

Surf been duckin’ me for years, how ya’ll give him clout

Here’s somethin' I’m tryin’ to figure out

How you bettin' 2 racks while sleepin’ on another nigga couch?

Fuck me? Fuck you two, I get at him, for this dickhead I keep a Magnum

But this shit platinum, I’m the tooth fairy

But he didn’t know if I’m a good one or a bad one

Cause imma place this nickel under his pillow and then I’ll clap him

That’s light, gun bar king, I catch this nigga here alone, I’m robbin’ him

My Basic Instinct like Sharon Stone, face shots when I air the chrome

Forensics lookin' like jewelers

They gotta identify him by his hair and bone

You gon’ beat me? Still niggas lyin’

Tell him like I tell the others, I don’t feel niggas rhymes

Who he foolin' with these steel grippin’ lines?

You fuckin’ with me? You gettin’ smacked, we on real nigga time


So uh, SMACK gave me one of the half fags from Team Ass Grab

To be 100% honest, them Yak niggas don’t get enough respect

Ya’ll remember that State Farm line I hit O Red with?

That proves I’m a fuckin’ threat

But this time I reach for the hip, am I airing? Roger

Nigga this count is a double check

Last time I saw you I told you, you could die

You could of got offered for a smaller offer, my niggas find him

He stretched, I’ll ride to the death Paul Walker

Somethin' ya’ll need to notice about these niggas

The higher they get, the worst they get, on every tier

Try to step in here, the straps we keep in here are like D implants

They firin’ everywhere

Where the fuck you gonna go? You in a place you can’t get out

Bitch with them little bars you can’t get loud with

Plus ya lame ass crew of hoes got Payless shoe soles, they give out quick

Don’t let these niggas gas you Roc, trust me

Don’t let these niggas play you

I mean the fat nigga do more gassin’ than Poppa Klump at the dinner table

But that’s cool, that’s ya boy, he gets shakes then

He’s ya best friend, he a yes man

But he gassin’ shit that don’t even make sense

You know what that is? That’s that fake shit

Lettin' you leave the house with them bars is a shame, dead true

But now it makes sense why you runnin’ the circle

It’s like you ate at a Gushers commercial, you a head fruit

And that fat nigga you be with, yeah you

You gon’ catch the head of yo man

Or I could switch the clips and leave him dead in yo hands

Either way it’s a steel body, Bicentennial Man

Or I can pay for the hit and have the first nigga ride by send 10 to yo man

You been gettin’ by way too long with that loud sound and that’s how every round sound

But them heaters on me and them round sounds

Gon’ be comin' from everywhere surround sound

You been gettin’ outbarred and outlined

Your squad got an image I would call for a witness

But you been in my soon-to-go shit list

So next time I get close to this nigga, my fist might be an emotional nigga

Get all in his feelings

Now niggas hit me with the shit that they feel is real, well try facts brother

I’m not a Vice Lord, my brothers are, so I eat with 12 like the Last Supper

But you should be a bus driver, cause you not a shooter

But my shooters aim, bust drivers

Get out of line, imma fuck you up one fast upper-cut, that’s that bus driver

You tapped out? Well I’m with that, see I got big straps that will get his six pack packed in six packs and gift wrapped

Merry Christmas, this a scary business, but we mismatch

So that nigga ya’ll think is off the leash

Imma break him off a piece, Kit Kat

Ya’ll think he nice? You wrong

You could of did more if ya life was wrong, but tonight you gone

He don’t mean that shit, but ya’ll believe that shit so his pride is strong

But I go through his shit, right to bone

When Cavemen get caved in, they feel right at home

We got robbed, then got Roc, it’s a fast life

They tried to save him, ask Christ, it’s gon’ be a fast night

Now listen, it’s gates up there

And the only way to get a spot when they open

Is to follow yo slogan, “That’s light”

Get the fuck off my stage, nigga this my shit