Tay Roc vs. Brizz Rawsteen

Smack/URLtv presents REDEMPTION

July 25, 2015[Round 1: Tay Roc]

I'm solidified in this shit

This ain't a battle to see who can take Tay's position

I feel like I need to get more active, this is a self-made decision

If you sign that PG contract, this nigga straight in prison

You can't do shit battle-wise without they permission

I'm paid to kill him… chest shot, I aim and hit him

Leave everything across burning like I hate a Christian

This shank look like it was made in prison

Your face I'm splittin'

You make a move, I make the cut; that's a great audition

Pay attention

You versus Aye Verb, I was mad at you

Not cause you lost, but because you did some shit a faggot do

Talking about niggas swinging on him on cam'

And "if that was you"

Niggas always talking about what they would've did

Until they the ones that it happen to

Factual, put a barrel on his nose, have him cross eyed

This cat'll whip out the cow (Cal'), watch Raw hide

Your soft squad will get hog tied

Nigga you seen my palms, that's light

But you'll get smacked with the dark side

You a cock blower, put a hard vest on your kid

Before your seed go in the dirt; I'm a pot grower

Your front door get knocked over

This chopper will fuck up your wall, street; I'm a stockholder

You is not colder. You think you can fuck with Roc, soldier?

It look easy from a far till you a lot closer

What you speaking now? Blaow

Random shit coming out of his mouth

Like you was thinking out loud

Aye Brizz you was talking shit, give me a reason why

You shouldn't get yo ass capped, I spit in your BMI

I'll take him to a cornfield like Joe Pesci in Casino, why?

There ain't a Rite Aid or Walgreen's for miles

Nobody on the farm'll see (pharmacy) him die

If Brizz come through my block, picture that

I run up like, "You lost G… PS: go get your map!"

Nigga's wack, that battery in your back gon' get you clapped

Docs hooking you up to jumper cables to get you back

This shit a wrap. Show him respect? I don't intend to

Your bitch eat wood, I know that term might(termite) offend you

My last battle, y'all was unclear on who to give the win to

So I had to sharpen my sword after going against Tsu (Ginsu)

All they heard was the first bang, then the hearse came

Lord happy days is what the church sang

If you want to throw 'em these will give you the worst pain

I will hit B or I give him the ZZ's like his first name

Who you trying to ice grill? You named your clique Dark Side cause what you get paid to battle can't pay a light bill

I'll have your left side paralyzed, it don't feel right

Docs asking him how his right feel

You couldn't mount up to Roc with a triple beam

You better watch what you say unless it's the shit you mean

TECs out, the clip stretched out, like a limousine

The cave deep, your whole squad will get triple team'd

Nigga, fuck you, fuck your whole fam

I'll smack your mom, I'll go ham, I'll stomp out your broham

You better hope what I tote jam

The chopper drum, it hold three 16's; it's a Stone Cold can

This bitch big, like Roseanne, and it'll Bruce Jenner a nigga; bring the bitch out of a grown man

I get up close, BAM! They see the hole, DAMN!

The docs can't even stitch him, they gotta crochet him

Sidebar: Summer Madness coming, Calicoe, stop running

Conceited, how you 5'4" and still ducking?

John John talking shit, he gone make me steal something

Aye, Smack. Holla at Hitman; I'm trying to kill something

Light bars! This nigga dead!

[Round 1: Brizz Rawsteen]

One thing about Brizz, I only move for the paper

And stayin' the fuck outta my way, well that would've been safer

I know, you think you beat Surf, well let me guess, now you doin' it major?

And you gon' come up here and tell me how you doin' me favors

Well thank ya

Now dude can get it started

I get to movin' quick as Tarver

Go get this stupid nigga's father

And for a G, money will catch me stealin' Roc(k) like Pookie in the Carter

Be honest, you took this battle cause you was tryin' to make a profit

I was on a roll, they said, "Donte can stop it"

I said, "Donte can try it."

I'ma meet him in that ring, one strap, over the shoulder, boy I'm Andre The Giant

Soon as he start frontin' I'ma start dumpin'

And get Roc(k) filmed and shot in Baltimore, but you ain't Charles Dutton

You know you gonna always remember them Clips when Charles comin'

You retarded, right? Nah, you ain't all that bright

You let Smack set you up at a market price

Cause he's tired of hearin' how ya bars is light

His whole career is based off all his hype

And a bad loss to Charlie on a Harlem night

I heard you only get a thousand for a check, boy you wildin' for respect

I get up close, I slit his throat, you be smilin' from the neck

You done grindin', I mean you used to cop ya own work

But ever since Smack been frontin' you rock that consignment

He like, "Roc, I got this contract. Now come sign it."

Tonight, he get one try if, he become violent

I close one eyelid and whip Roc(k) up on the stove wit' one I lid

Fuck the playin' games, don't even say his name

Or these two razor blades, get to breakin' up the Roc I call 'em "Jay and Dame"

Hoes please, watch the hand that you don't see

Because on stage when this appear (disappear), I'm doin' Magic wit' the Clips like it's NOME 3

I hate ya moms, sniffin' lines 'til her nose bleed

I'm that belt wrapped around the arm of a dope fiend that's eight years in but tryin' to go clean

But I OD, I turn Roc upside down and mop the flo' clean

Roll sleeves, grab his bitch like, "Hoe please

You gon' suck the whole thing til ya throat sting."

He talk a lot of shit, he think he hard, he got heart, I carve it out a bitch

Mr. Bobaka, get to dustin' Roc(k) off I'm an archaeologist

When they gon' start acknowledgin'?

I peel it back til everything that's in ya skull is out of it

Who wanna bet that I could out spit him?

Tell this Baltimore nigga get down when that Cal' spittin'

Or he'll (Oriel) get it across his chest like Cal Ripken

The lightenin' out the cage, or strike him and find him out his J's

I'll raise him on the stage and split Roc(k) in the ring like I'm Diamond Dallas Page

Enough wit' all the rhymes about the Cave

Cause when we lock it in it ain't no climbin' out the cage

You want me dead, I'm convinced my man

See Beasley asked if Smack down (Smackdown) to put Roc(k) on Raw like he Vince McMahon

So now you seein' Raw, Smack, and Roc but if it get wrong you gon' see Raw smackin' Roc

Jaw tappin' Roc

My ghetto (Geto) Boys give him a Scarface if dawg Rap-A-Lot

I knock her outer space, give ya broad astronauts

Who the riders? Darkside, another body in the water, get the scuba divers

This shotty, don't know who it's pickin' up, it's like an Uber driver

A bulldozer the way it break and scoop Roc(k) up

Goddamn Donte

I told Smack he could've gave me Roc and Shante

You just a bitch that can rap, we call it Roc and (Roxanne) Shante

But when I rob you I'm takin' rocks and shine Tay

[Round 2: Tay Roc]

My style is for the small rooms, I just make it work on the big stage

Like the grip for the pistol, I make it work for the big gauge

Buckshots stick in ya seeds like some mid grade

Get ya mouth wired, you Ms. Doubtfire, nigga bitch made (maid)

Get brave, you ain't the one that I come after

First round cool, but this where it get much badder

Ya son captured, body parts of ya son scattered

We left him in a Forrest Gump, he should run faster

The heat swung past ya teeth and some shattered

The Sig and AR (cigar) ain't made by Dutch Master

Fuck rappers, you don't wanna start wit' me

Big joints, barrels 'bout as wide as a bong, who can (hookah) bar wit' me?

Switch up for what? I'm not gonna change on it

I'll beat him 'til the butt of the Glock got ya brain on it

If they pass a contract to Roc witcha name on it

You get a hearse, casket and rock witcha name on

I'ma put you in the earth, how I plan it (planet) shouldn't matter then

You put a (Jupiter) stupid like this against me, this is what's happenin'

I work wit' clips (Clipse) like the Neptunes, you see the pattern?

Ya bitch get rocked wit' rings, a coma is what I sat her in (Saturn)

I'm batter than any nigga battlin'

Who you challengin'? You can't handle Roc(k), Kendrick Perkins when he travellin'

This ain't a big match, still ain't one I'm slackin' in

Summer Madness comin', wit' Brizz I'm target practicin'

I'm never broke, fuck do you think?

I keep Stacks and Drugz wit' me, rest in peace to Bundles and Chinx

Ya flow? Ass crack, like a plumber workin' under the sink

Brizz could get an ice tea, but it ain't somethin' to drink

Aye to all them niggas claimin' "Gun bar king", them niggas not me

I used to carry one, now I pair it (parrot), they tryin' to mock me

I come through wit' a chain and a watch, y'all gon' watch me

Blindfold a nigga for his jewels (Jews) he can not see (Nazi)

If we eat in my hood and we got beef over broccoli

You got two choices King, that's Martin Luther or Rodney

Tell me who gon' stop me

Shit live, if they don't catch it on tape, I'ma get away scott (Scotch) free

There was nights I was in hella beef, slept wit' the arm under the pillow so long that the shit fell asleep

If it's drama I'ma stress the lease

Cause I know I'd rather kill me a nigga so I can rest in peace

My style, reckless, the blade will cut you the gun'll bang you

If we were shapes I'd be a circle, I don't come wit' angles

Tell this square I'm nice wit' the rec' and he don't wanna tangle

Stop, get Top you'll need octagon come and save you

The semi extension ain't meant to be hidden

I knock DNA out ya mouth, ya whole shit'll be missin'

I really be wiggin', ya bitch and ya sis' I be hittin'

I let 'em rotate on the pole, that's rotisserie chicken

Let me find out this nigga be snitchin'

I'll get this mail (male) in my P.O. boxed before they sent me to prison

The nigga be slippin', I gun butt him wit' the shit I be grippin'

He'll have a Superhead, aye that's a video vixen

This hits ya rib cage, everything will be broke inside it

The docs will have to close ya heart like an open locket

The hammer got an inf' beam and it's ultra violet

Swizz cheese nozzle the barrel lookin' polka dotted

I promote the violence, wit' that, you don't want none wit' me

Battle rap ain't a job to me, this shit is fun to me

Fuck a scheme, angle and punch, it's 'bout a gun to me

A gun is the only thing to get the job done for me

Light bars!

[Round 2: Brizz Rawsteen]

Rawsteen versus Tay Roc, y'all ain't happy 'bout it?

See all y'all think he the shit, that's 'til I slap it out him

I only came to lick a shot on the Roc(k), this ain't happy hour

Boy I done sparred wit' greats, you pussy

Ya gun so this, ya gun so this, nigga all ya gun bars is fake

I'll whip you 'til the pistol take a part of ya face

You begged for ya last battle, yeah you could hardly wait

But the Jersey nigga buried in Planet Roc(k), ironic he from the Garden State

I was surprised and amazed that you could lose to Surf cause ya whole fuckin' career you been ridin' the nigga Wave

Tonight I'ma get close and check him, stab him

Old school, open neck him

Then keep stabbin' him the motherfucker 'til ya hole's infected

You don't pose a threat but let me pose a question

What's a Roc(k) and a pipe to a dope injection?

I reach in and rip out ya whole intestine

And feed it to his mother in a bowl for breakfast

Third round we gon' talk about you bein' loyal to Smack and who really put the boy on the map

But 'til then, the boy will get slapped

Then it's heroin in the book bag, that mean I put the boy on his back

I sneak Roc, reach, cop the clip, long as a Freeze Pop

I'm old school, I give him the beats, I'm Pete Rock

Sweet? Nah, fraud niggas, they ain't on what they claim they on

This the king of Maryland that claim the throne

Side he played the corner like Ty Law but wasn't Prepped for this Danja Zone

They the lamest yo

He bring the bitch to the battles that he claimin' bro

But he wasn't doin' that before his name was known

Is ya bae a model? I'll beat ya bitch with the glass 'til I break the bottle

Then this (dentist) Calicoe pops, it ain't Black Face on stage with Hollow

Let me hear you coppin' bricks for some rocks to flip

I'ma get on a power trip

No, I'ma lay ya plug down like a power strip

And fuck up ya Empire when this .50 put on a show on some Power shit

What Roc want? I fuck Roc up

All my dawgs will ride up

With all ratchets, but you still see the numbers on the arm like Holocaust survivors

I'll fuck up his house, throw a Molotov inside it

While his mama all inside it

He the Gun Bar King but Smack, thus far it's dumb hard just

Tryin' to figure out how, Mr. Gun Bar is just doesn't have gun charges

But all of son's bars is about who gun largest

Oh God, another Maryland nigga tellin' mo' lies

'Bout how that fo' rise

I swear befo' God you worse than that nigga in the bowtie

You don't match wit' excellence

This ain't a trial don't judge me, I had to pack some extra shit

Just in case this missed (dismissed) like a lack of evidence

You don't have half my presence or set half my presidence

Have respect for this or I smack out ya teeth and make me an African necklace

Your past, your record, we would have to question it

Fuck this boxin' style, I box him out we ain't never seen Roc get wild wit' the crocodile

I'll cook crack then put Roc(k) in vials

I have fiends in the line for Roc(k)

We ain't land on it, we break him down and bag him up in dimes of rock

Don't even talk this way

Better yet, tell him Run cause I air a Smith (Aerosmith) if Roc 'Walk This Way'

Nigga, you gon' talk about my battle wit' Verb?

Have you the nerve?

Need I mention battle after battle that he hasn't deserved?

What's up wit' that shit?

Oh that's right you spend ya whole career suckin' Smack dick

You disrespect me online suck a fat dick

This check? Just a couple dollars for me

So knockin' dudes the fuck out ain't a problem for me

Darkside nigga

[Round 3: Tay Roc]

Aye Brizz, that round showed me in this ring you can box

You unorthodox, you can go off

Nah, there's a box I can put you in or the docs you can go off

You better watch every Verb, I'm not that nigga to Showoff

I'll get Young X, see how his rap sheet's so small?

Let's get into rocks, let's not even prolong

These rookies think they vets, they ain't even been pros long

My rap sheet's so long, I'll leave it for you to tell

To those who don't know what the fuck I've done in the URL

I've battled Suge, Shine, Young Kannon, O-Red

Went to Detroit, battled Qleen, Rich Dollaz, Cortez, B-Magic

Ill Will, JC, my rematch wit' Clips

Battled DNA, Tsu Surf, how the fuck you add to the list?

Peep, I bear metal to air several

Piece (peace) on my side, like what would Jesus do? Then I Dare Devils

Nigga, you takin' this battle

No me takin' this battle a favor, I'm ten years in, you two years in, you can't compare levels

You rep Darkside

I told Smack I wanted a fight

"Bring him to me. Whatever's done in the Dark comes to the light."

They ask, "Why always, use gun puns when I write?"

Cause I was the kid that always brought the gun to the fight

You wanted this, right?

If I pistol whip him his jaw'll break

The handle of the hammer like old habits, that's hard to break

So many cracks ya skull will take, Brizz had a seizure in Manhatten

What y'all call that? A Harlem Shake

Somebody tell this man he should fall for them

I'm feelin' like the man in the morgue cause Smack keep handin' me corpses

Ya man, should be cautious, keep the beef between me and you

Whoever else get in the picture will make a family portrait

You're not from North Carolina

I'm well aware you're from Delaware, what the hell is there?

Open fields? Hella deer?

Where I'm from, it rains, it snows, it's hell in there

We ain't even gonna jump him

This ass whoopin', hella fair

Shit, I'll bring the weapon there

Nigga try to run, I ain't Obama but Roc (Barack) won't leave one missed shell (Michelle) in there

I can aim at his melon, put a shell in there

Or stomp his head with Adidas and leave him wit' a shell in there

This a Navy SEAL vs a baby seal

I can't believe y'all put a vet in a cage wit' dog to see if rabies real

Y'all tryin' to play me still?

I'll put this silver, where (silverware) in his mouth like Gerber's, this a baby mil' (meal)

You bite bars, you so dead for that line

You know that Hollow reference, you owe (O) Red for that line

"I'll pistol whip him until I see a dent in the nine (Dininon)"

He steal bars like John John Da Dininon

I'm really inclined, don't speak on where I'm from unless you tryin' to beef

E Wood, [?] and Brookside

Behind the G, beside my damn self, there ain't nobody that I'm tryin' to be

I'm a Hazard County nigga, Baltimore ride wit' me

Get me mad, talkin' 'bout shit that you don't know nothin' 'bout

Niggas get personal, but disrespect is my other route

Ice pick in ya brother's scalp, dick in ya mother mouth

Get ya sister pregnant, regret it then kick her stomach out

Nigga, my mind on some ignorant shit

You dug ya grave, now lay in it, I'ma piss in the ditch

I'll tie you up, take ya arms, put slits in them shits

Instagram it and let the world look at the flick of the wrist

You gon' beat me?

Still niggas lyin', tell him like I told the others, I don't feel niggas rhymes

Who he foolin' wit' them steal grippin' lines?

Tell him fuckin' wit' me he'll get Smacked, he on real nigga time

[Round 3: Brizz Rawsteen]

Knew I would drop him up on the stage

Body him for the change

It was an ultrasound baby, I seen the body before it came

Fuck the respect

Checked his background, found there wasn't nothin' to check

Except for the fact, you 14 URL battles in and just now becomin' a vet

How bummy is that?

I'll wrap ya fuckin' body up how a mummy get wrapped

What's poppin' Roc?

I heard you Boogie Down like you in the Bronx a lot

The K will stretch son, ask KRS-One about Scott La Rock

That's an east coast chopper lettin' off more bullets than a Compton block

They got me next to the pretenders

Cave Gang? I don't respect none of the members

When three of y'all is registered as sexual offenders

I'll let him chalk the lead, that four alarm part his head

And have his shit lookin' like somethin' from the Walking Dead

They gave me Tay Roc, the kid who be reachin' for gun bars, we call him "Tay Dot"

Now Roc in hot water my nigga, this that straight drop

Aye Top, I need a couple young guns that spark his Bean for Free

You know; State Prop'

Then I'm out on they block by 12

If they knock my sale

Soon as I get 'em eye balled I break off Roc(k) like I forgot my scale

This big .9, got a job for no reason

It's gon' get fired, that's Kevin Gates in ya face nigga, it don't get tired

I run him over, drag him for six miles, catch a flat then switch tires

My machete still disloyal, cause first it stick witchu, and then it switch sides

Roc on the road but he pissin' me off like lettin' my bitch drive

Caught him wit' his girl, hopped in like, "Bitch drive. And quit cryin'

It ain't that bad you just dyin'."

Who he foolin' wit' them steel grippin' lines?

When ya steel run out, I'ma be still grippin' mines

All ya fans wanna know is, "Can you still feel ya spine?"

Two hands on the .9, that's real nigga time

I ain't raise these bastards, I raise the standards

I'm an animal, you can catch rabies after

Thought they could go to war 'til they saw the ball, then they waved they flag up

Started pagin' backup

Profile down 'til Smacks in the check now ya page is back up?

Listen, I don't be meanin' to be over tedious

But don't be speakin' like you was somebody before social media

I mean, bro to me you was below the medium

Them rolls you feedin' him? Ain't known for seasonin'

That's cause the taste ain't the same when you don't know the ingredients

Can we both agree that's it's mostly me that made this most convenient?

But you know these heathens

Take advantage of ya blessings until you don't receive 'em

Roc, where has ya talent taken you?

Roc! Need I point out mistakes for you?

All these years later you barely out of the basement dude

How great is you?

You racin'? Cool

You gotta pace ya moves

You tryin' to get up and run before you lace ya shoes

How much does that make to you?

So make some room, 'fore I flame the tool

And you fuck around and make the news

Fuck the conversatin', I'm the god but I'm kinda Satan

I show all you niggas how to cook up Roc(k) I'm Ronald Regan

I'm the god I should bomb you pagans

They love you but man save it

Cause I'll put fam's face in a fan blade til the fan break and show you the fan's favorite

Talkin' 'bout I stole bars from O-Red

Bitch, don't make me go 'cross ya whole head

Broke legs, body slam niggas 'til the dome spread

You started in that Lionz Den

And to be honest kid, we ain't seen the lion since

It's like either he lyin' now or he was lyin' then

I mean we know Lux put you on

Then you got wit' Dot Mobb, Murda Mook got ya comfortable on

Nigga I'm tryin' to figure out who's nuts is you on?

Fuck it, Darkside nigga