The Worst Vampire Official Video

[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 nigga 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 shit twisted This battle? It ain't about who the fuck is the pen wizard This is for hard-headed slick niggas And since you wanted Brizz whippin', think Summer Impact again wit' it These punches gon' hit different Nigga, 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 shit 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 shit math Once Raw turned into Roc(k), it gotta get bagged This y'all King of Pop!? Beat It The whole world saw your bitch ass All that moonwalkin' on stage shit - 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 fuck was all that!? You fitted for this New Era: nigga, you all cap All that "Cave Gang shit", 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 fuckin' up the format 'Cause battle rap ain't supposed to have the kinda fans that ignore that I don't give a fuck 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 niggas was fightin'" And y'all applaud that Where the fuck y'all grew up at!? Dickhead! How the fuck you tryin' the nigga that tell the nigga 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 Hancock: 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 fuck y'all mean "Gun Bar King!?" No, you the fuck 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 nigga 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)? Niggas that stand next to doors will get you knocked Shit you not, you told Brizz, "Break a leg" so he could cripple his stock, before he get too hot Niggas 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 niggas 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' niggas and mad opinions My shit is shit 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 Nigga, 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 jerked!? The butt of the gun pon Roc top, watch his bomboclaat The chop, feed this pussy the whole fuckin' stock Lift him out his fuckin' 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! Nigga, you a bitch You gon' forever be a bitch! And you ain't never gon' forget! This the Statue of Liberty, Roc: forever gon' be lit! Fuck them candy bars, nigga! I ain't never gon' be tricked I don't give a fuck if it's Halloween! A clown never gon' be It! Nigga, Eazy! [Round 1: Tay Roc] You laid the foundation down...but we built where the fuck we at Don't give a fuck 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 nigga screamin', "That's LIGHT!" is the reason the power runnin' You know how I'm comin' I'll put you out your misery, nigga Record deals you used to have? Shit a memory, nigga You've dropped nothin' hot in history, nigga! 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 nigga, you say stupid shit that's hysterical! You told Lux, "You are more hypocritical than a dyin' hippopotamus" TERRIBLE! That shit 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? Pussy! 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 niggas fightin' backstage and...went out the front! You are not live, you big bitch! You swung, missed, we got rushed by Detroit niggas Nobody in Dot Mob did shit! Bitch, you real bitter Fuck how you feel, nigga Who are you to tell anybody that they ain't a real nigga? 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! Shit 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 shits and giggles wit' a nigga that pistol-whipped you! Shit is simple Nigga split your temple, somethin' dent your mental Nigga left Murda beat: he killed a instrumental! You shittin' me!? Ask this dumb nigga what's wrong wit' him That nigga 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? Nigga, 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 shit 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 shit 187, Method Man wit' the ice pick type shit Bitch, 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 Pussy, you ain't a nigga 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 nigga mug If I'm ever stealin' (steel in) a bar, there's a pistol in the club My bitch 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 Fuckin' 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 nigga that this nigga 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 niggas 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, pussy - 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 niggas 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)!" Niggas 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, "Nigga, 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? Nigga, 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 nigga who can't look himself in the mirror!? Well, let's see if this shit 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 bitch 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 Fuck you thought, biggin' Chess (chest) up was gon' make you official (O'fficial)? What about them videos of you spreadin' open your asshole you gave to O'fficial? That's on my mother grave, all of this true - sorry, O'fficial And them niggas from the Cave found out that shit, 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 - nigga, 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 cock breath Look, that nigga Surf is sick of you He been wanted to get rid of you, but he stuck around...typical Y'all relationship ain't reciprocal Nigga, Roc the help Well, I give it true I'll leave that shit to Tsu to play Mystikal But yeah, you wanna shake your ass! You ever watch yourself!? That nigga 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 fuck up! The only real way you stop fuckin' wit' Roc is with drawin' (withdrawin') Motherfuckin' 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit 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!" Piss on that nigga, I don't care! 'Cause this Macho Man ran, he (Randy) Savage all year Nigga, you a bitch You gon' forever be a bitch! And you ain't never gon' forget! This the Statue of Liberty, Roc: forever gon' be lit! Fuck them candy bars, nigga! I ain't never gon' be tricked Give a fuck if it's Halloween! A clown never gon' be It! Nigga, EAZY! ...Stupid-ass contacts in your fuckin' 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 Bitch, 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 niggas 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 niggas jumped ship I could run shit without one nigga on my team on some Donald Trump sh- You on Trump dick! 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 bitches callin' you "nigga" - you ain't even fuckin' 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 bitch 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 bitch 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 bitch ass some manners in my castle What you got...one, two, three, four, five battles? Nigga, 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 shit 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 fuck 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 shit to niggas 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 pissed 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 bitch cough Have him hoarse (horse) wit' a revolver: McGraw Quick-Draw This shit about...angles, bars, schemes - pick a route I'll have you identifyin' your bitch 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 bitch...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 bitch: 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 bitch-ass sucka! You don't know how to be a soldier I'll have niggas 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? Shit, I would be amazed I heard when you facin' Murda (murder), it's scary, but I'm not even afraid This where the shit stop You gotta see the Cave Facts of life, only way you can skip Roc(k), you gotta see the Wave Nigga, if you was in my class, you'd be bottom-tier Ars' would disrespect you, DNA would get you the fuck outta here K-Shine will fuck 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 nigga to take a picture wit' Alpo if he see him You'se a BITCH! 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 nigga that this nigga can't body! I don't care how long you rap See, Murda (C-Murder)? No Limit can't stop me! Rap, pussy [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 shit is about angles and schemes, a lot of content But...all you do is kill niggas every round Other than that, you not sayin' a thing You know what? Fuck you and your mom's a bitch Lemme say that shit again "Fuck you...and your mom's a bitch" ...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 shit on wit' Brizz In hindsight, those sentiments were more yours than his My mom's a bitch? 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 bitch? 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 bitch Thinkin' back to Summer Impact, you would be the nigga 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 niggas all got pounds "Yo, what's gon' happen when Roc pick that lead up!?" Nigga, he gon' jot down Your straps only seen in your raps Matter fact, that make you the nigga 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 nigga wit' just they bare hands could take your chain... Or the fact that a nigga 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 fuck 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 shit 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 shit? (*to Smack*) Tell 'em niggas: 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! Nigga, 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...bitch Big difference in that - very Your shit be on the arm, my shit I gotta carry! G'head wit' all that "Roc-a-Fella" Roc a fairy! You play the bitch role! This comparin' Tyler Perry to watchin' Belly! You done tricked us into thinkin' you a live (alive) nigga like Makaveli! The pole don't horseplay Enough to go 'round, the more the merry Pause...niggas stripped you wit' no pistol? I'm disgusted wit' you Niggas 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 shit 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 fuck 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, nigga [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 nigga, 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 nigga who started everything and did nothing Bein' loyal to him, Brizz, look what it got God, why you always take the real niggas from us? It shoulda been Roc! Nigga, '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 dick" in your face! Now do what you was taught to do ...Exactly! This nigga play the battlefield, your whole squad soft as you My niggas wit' pistol play - they prayin' I call a audible Your niggas give high-fives when they hear gun bars that's hot from you My niggas shot guys If they ain't die, they finished inside the hospital, nigga! 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 MOTHAFUCKIN' GUNS, TAY! Wait a minute, wait a minute... WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT IN HIS EYES?! They not even prescription man... So you mean to tell me, a nigga that'll can do all this... Just to look like that, this is the vibes? [To Smack] The nigga 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 niggas fuck up my house this much when I was gone, Smack? When I left, this shit was raw: Pissy halls, crack on the floor, nobody door latched I come back, it's Mr. Bentley: nigga's holdin' doors Wearin' suit jackets and wearin' colored contacts Y'all auditioning for these white niggas tellin' y'all how act more black Now the boss gotta ask his boss that Bitch, 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, nigga, that's genocide Roc, they got your senses fried You just a rental in their enterprise They done convinced you winnin' is the prize Nigga, when you hit the live with them guys, nigga you don't split the pies Your reward is is being happy you was in the ride! Nigga, you a bitch You gon' forever be a bitch! And you ain't never gon' forget! This the Statue of Liberty, Roc: forever gon' be lit! Fuck them candy bars, nigga! I ain't never gon' be tricked Give a fuck 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 shit...and see if he ain't fuckin' with Fred [Round 3: Tay Roc] Aiight Mookie What you gon’ talk about? Fake chain? How I got robbed nigga? I don’t wanna hear shit about a fake chain in a robbery, from a Dot Mobb nigga 'Cause coming from your bitch-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 DICK! 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 DICK 'cause you scared of him I killed that nigga 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 shit to me at all Y'all known Shine forever, niggas 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 shit, 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 niggas to start somethin' I'ma run up, and ask yo' bitch "You saw somethin'?" I said "Axe yo' bitch," I really meant cut off somethin' Blue steel blade, I'll give Babe the Blue Ox, Paul Bunyan Dawg bluffin, let this nigga 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? Nigga, 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, fuckin' 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 nigga 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 Fuckin' 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 niggas 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, BITCH!" You got me PISSED! Taking this loss, ain't gon' sit well Hockey stick, Harlem nigga, 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? Nigga 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 BITCH, 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) Nigga's trash, you really make niggas laugh Talkin' bout that I'm a little nigga *chuckles* This little nigga will whoop yo ass Boy, I will knock a fuckin' 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 niggas 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 fuck is y'all? I never seen a G that took A picture of him smoking a vape pen, outta T-Rex foot You'sa BITCH nigga, 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 nigga this nigga can't body I don't care how long you rap, see Murda (C-Murda) No Limit can't stop me, nigga