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lirik lagu urltv - tay roc vs. chilla jones

[round 1: tay roc]
my first big stage…
was n.o.m.e. 3, and xi came that fast?
eleven years in url and i’m still here, how my raps trash?
i’m a slave to the game, that’s why i get the most backlash
y’all take me for a joke
well here’s where i get the last laugh
you knew, you was gon’ get cooked soon as you saw tay (sauté)
i will violate
and send dms your broad way
fly her out, and try her head on an off~day
make her catch the meat in her mouth like salt ba~~
~~be smart!~~
..or my attitude switch
it’s action i’m with, i grab a few clips
and ride through boston, massachusetts, your ass’ll get whipped
get dragged in this b~tch
i’m talkin’ ’bout
i will give you the beats ~~bad~~ like cass’ produced it
you’ll get cracked in your sh~t!
your t~~th crackle and chip, in the middle row
new instrument; look like i attached a drum to a piccolo
you ain’t winnin’ this on a big stage
and this you know!
you only entertaining with a small crowd like
jimmy kimmel show
i scheme too!
not like you, with a pistol tho’
blue steel; it look like the navy shipped it tho’
if this baby blew (blue) then emmett till (teal) you gon’ get to know
all of my n~ggas sad, fire (sapphire) and they all in to go! (indigo)
is this n~gga slow!?
tell dog “get quiet”
i start a riot
beat you!
’til you turn purple in your face, i’m ultra violent (ultraviolet)
once my mind made up, n0body can talk me out it
that sh~t is out of my crew’s (cruise) control, like autopilot
you pop sl!ck?
all you gon’ hear was he got hit
like patrick’s house, you gon’ see a dummy when roc (rock) lift
if roc p~ssed
then it’s tokyo: two chopsticks
shots spit!
and hit chill’ back, “~~i got this~~”
you are not lit!
i’m the type to end it ‘fore sh~t begin
n~gga you don’t even know the type sh~t you’re in
pass caution the revolver, i send her in
she give it a little spin
and he wasn’t prepped (prep) for what the f~ck that b~tch did to him!
i’ll split your chin, say somethin’ i don’t like
i’m first to hit you, 30 clip you
it ain’t even worth these issues
better think about your daughter
when you get merc’d she’ll miss you
you sweet as ~~chocolate~~
and when you go in that he~rs~ she (hershey) kiss you!
~~straight out the gate!~~
this n~gga should worry
who sprayed goodz cologne in this battle?
it smells like a gentlemen’s 30
i’ll make a real movie. with a steel uzi
gun~b~tt, rockin’ (rock in) your chin like freeway beard jewelry
you think you a rider?
you must be drunk, or feel woozy
over drugs (drugz) i’ll get you jacked (jakk) by a real goonie
grabbing a gat, a cat’ll get clapped
like when ace battled john and had all them hats
i mean, give him cap… after cap… after cap!
blade in him, every vein tore inside you
make the skin on a rapper (wrapper) peel off; caffeine water bottles!
i’ll pull this heat on you, squeeze on you
make you a sandwich
between the street and an all white sheet on you!
the recoil, will make all of the staff vacate
try to run, i’ll let it off and your back take eight
when he die, target this cat grave place
and when i find the tombstone from boston, mark it
~~in black spray paint!~~
this cat ain’t safe!
i be liftin’ the chrome
i can break him down when i put “one” in the middle of “jones”
p~ssy! i will never give up the throne
all y’all n~ggas is clones
copycats of the sh~t you been shown
you corny as h~ll, watch your mouth, i have a story to tell
how you got beat behind bars like n~ggas tortured in jail
you will get hit with the taurus’ sh~lls
and i won’t miss a hair (hare)
the exit wound look like a tortoise’s sh~ll
the clip curl, it’s a scorpion tail, that’s a fancy mag’
the kel~tec, it fold and close like sandwich bags!
this cannon blast
i send ammo frags all through your tee
then tell you, you was the best alive
..at your eulogy!
between you and me, this heckler & koch is a ump
and the first round took jones out, ~~um3~~
who is he!?
the gun bar king, don’t need schemes
i hook this geek, he get put to sleep: sweet dreams
this laser and pistol, makes a mean team
and i’m the only moderator in this clubhouse, i got a green beam! (bean)
you might have battled dudes who sound like me
i don’t give a f~ck!
them n~ggas ain’t got the crown like me, n~ggas
light bars!
[round 1: chilla jones]
so i had this crazy idea that i had to try
from where ever you watchin’ n.o.m.e. pull out ya phones, pull out the caffeine app inside
now look for my name, and read your options in the comments, we interacting live
it’s time to vote for the next ten seconds, “how should i start this round?”, let’s let the chat decide
press 1 for “f~ck gun titles” and i’ll get surf involved
press 2 for “f~ck cave gang” and i’ma hurt his squad, whatever works for y’all
sh~t i just hope that he can live through it
the result…”f~ck gun titles”, well let’s get into it
chilla jones vs….aye wait up a minute
aye surf, i don’t deserve the hate you’ve been givin’
n~gga save the predictions
of course this tsu berg gon’ push roc(k), but i ain’t here to play witchu b~tches
so i say that you switch it
if you pick roc my clique hot, the clip pop
they gon’ slide on you, even if you flip flop
you know what’s funny?
they be waitin’ for surf battles but when your sh~t drops it ain’t no commotion
like a day at the ocean
how n~ggas watch the waves and skip roc(k)s
i should’ve skipped roc and locked with tsu
he’s the star, you the sidekick, this ain’t involving you
you rep the cave, and call yourself “the bat” but it’s all a fluke
cause he’s batman and you robin except, these n~ggas robbin’ you!
roc and tsu? both is trash
i’ma smoke you, then smoke his ass
on god, somethin’ biblical when the the toaster blast
i’ll split the wave, then have roc(k) spillin’, in front of most his (moses) staff
but let me flip that
sh~t, i’ll catch him ridin’ down the street
make david & goliath out the beef
i mean i sling shots and k!ll roc(k) slidin’ out the v
f~ck the clout you need
i you know you hope it’s gun titles cookin’ forever
you and surf had a fire battle against each other
and there’s some bars that i couldn’t remember
but that one construction scheme he had against you
fire
now ask surf who helped him put it together
it’s whatever
hatin’ on me in the faceoff, you seen my last sh~t
and now that i got shine behind me, i’m back lit
i’m that sick
i’ll pull up where ya mom stay, and a long k
and a motherf~ckin’ wess’ (west)
and i’ll leave you right on the lawn tay (delonte)
this was the wrong play
i’m talkin’ picante
pick on tay, big blade, gigante
one swing and you’re gone tay
but fine tay
clap at his little brother ’til i find tay (phonte)
i’m on point
you got it backwards thinkin’ this l is mine tay
you out ya mind tay
it’s gettin’ beyond dark
jones whippin’ roc(k) in (and) the cave like raiders of the lost ark
this a long start, goin’ for top spot for the flow
betchu if i fire on him he’ll stop, drop and roll
the glock? lock it and load
i’ll pop shots in his skull
then i’ll grab this man collar (mancala) and drop roc(k) in a hole
you not in control
the hammer drawn i don’t plan to fall
question me? i’ll raise my arm just to answer y’all
i’m cool under these bright lights, but when the camera’s fall
big stick, draw on the cave, i’m a neanderthal
blam at y’all
with the same steel
it’ll be grizzly in the cave, like hibernation, just bring chill
i chase k!lls, i’m a go getter
q richardson runnin’, through an alley for miles, like the old clippers
i’m cold n~gga
lock and loaded until we locked in loaded
i just wanted a good back and forth so smack put roc(k) in motion
my question is…whatchu got besides gun bars and a proper slogan?
substance? stop ya jokin’
n~gga p~ssin’ off yoshi the only time you thought (thot) provokin’
i gotta smoke him
fake ass african fashion statement, i’m aggravated
like how can tay cloth compete when his material is fabricated
you’ll get lacerated, with a contusion
this traction? ain’t a diffusion, there’s a bit of confusion
you frontin’ like you got one in the trunk, it’s an illusion
the only time roc(k) come with a pump is infusion
excuse him
i don’t have to let a sh~ll go to have white chalk littered on the floor
i can have roc pass off the elbow
h~ll no
i ain’t a vet who just take up spots
and don’t try to rap like me, cause i take sh~t way up top
homie, a clone won’t win, the original will
now let’s see what ya first round made of roc
and i know, this ya home, we know who the favorite is
but i’ma do you so bad, you gon’ leave n.o.m.e. mad (nomad), and find a new place to live
[round 2: tay roc]
ay chilla
i’m the face of url
one, ’cause i don’t f~ck up the cheddar
two, get on this stage, deliver the toughest sh~t ever
three, as a hype man there’s no one that is better
i d~mn near play every role
like eddie murphy in ~nutty professor~
bustin’ a heckler, everything is touch is bl~~dy
i said ~nutty professor~
i’ll separate a clump (klump) from buddy!
you got lucky with shine, but not with tay
the pen gon’ leave leakin’, that’s the difference between i and (n) k
you gon’ die today!
f~ck a resume, or checkin’ the stats
the last time you have seen roc, i am better then that
this tec it’ll clap, your head and your back
all you saw was the pen (pin) down in the ring; this a wrestling match
you better relax!
try and f~ck with my run?
you got champ’ of the year, you shoulda stayed humble my son
you’ll get put to sleep, your lullaby sung
one from my gun
i’ll have chill’ out in the street like summertime fun!
~~f~ck, this guy dumb!?~~
what if i swung? you’ll get knocked out
then wake up at 9:11, time out
two twins, tower over him then shot out
in plain (plane) view
and n0body told the pen to go and (pentagon) watch out!
~~boy!~~
you not ’bout to get in this ring, now you real tough
i will black your sh~t, both your eyes will be sealed shut
you’se a real chump
i will beat you with a pistol ’til you feel lump
put knots on his head that won’t heal up: they chill’ bumps
i won’t cut a deal once!
if you tryna cop information, i wouldn’t share if you was a retired cop
tryin’ roc, you’ll need a muscle relaxer after somebody shot
this sh~t will ~~heat up chill’~~, like icy hot
i’m the type to pop~~ the locks of your crib
and you ain’t even there
but i will send the pen (pin) my location, and you can meet me there
he’ll come home, to somethin’ that’s bizarre
tables flipped, your b~tch tied up in the garage
i’ll pull a springfield out, the b~tt into your jaw
hit with the back of a h~llcat, it ain’t the rear bumper of a dodge
f~ckin’ with the squad?
sh~t ain’t makin’ your health safer
don’t f~ck with roc, do yourself favors
or end up what they smell later
surround you with gasoline… fl!ck a cigarette
wherever the ‘port land (portland) is a trail blazer (trailblazer)
..or i’ll grab a hammer
and bang a nail through the pen head (pinhead) i’m a ~h~llraiser~
i can rap fast, or k!ll dude with a slow flow
i’m talkin’ dog~walk you with a round like a yo~yo
you’se a warm~up, your heat bein’ hot is a no~go
check our temperatures: chill’ cool, but i’m cold though!
i told hollow, “i got two daughters that i’m raising
one’s nine, and one’s one”
this new toy that i’m raisin’ is a 1911
is you dumb!?
whiplash, you who i’ma break next (necks)
get your face wrecked
this [?] steel (steal) ain’t fake bank checks
your lucks (lux) up, i keep somethin’ loaded in grey sweats
you ’bout to get drugged crystal clear, and it ain’t meth!
i’m a straight vet
still got more gas in the tank left
now watch the king knock off a rook, let’s play chess
i don’t take threats, i reach for the waist if he takes steps
send him runnin’, bullets hummin’ by his face like stank breath
b~tch!
i wish you would, run up in my family home
you’ll get rocked in the cave
and then dumped out in ~indiana, jones~
i’ll catch him before his flight with his luggage, it’s too late
i will ~desperado~, shootin’ sh~t through the suitcase
or i will swing an all black bat at your roof… wait
nah, i will let this tommy leave (lee) jones with a two~face
this heat clap!
he get shot on camera, then ~~re~capped~~
his family, won’t have no chill’, they need to relax!
i mean that!
this guys a clown
here’s a scheme, how the pen gets drugged inside of a round
your mom’s chopped up
they gotta add her all (adderall) together when the body is found
he think he a viking then (vicodin)…
this’ll peel (pill) and it could lie the pen (klonopin) down!
~~p~ssy!~~
you might’ve battled n~ggas who sound like me
i don’t give a f~ck! them n~ggas ain’t got the crown like me
light bars! 2~0 n~gga

[round 2: chilla jones]

[round 3: tay roc]
ay, oh you thought i would come to play?
why would you f~ck with tay?
only n~ggas that got paid more then me tonight
is them n~ggas that splittin’ that 100k
if i got somethin’ that i wanna say, i’ma say that
steel rise, if i don’t like chill’ vibes he get laid back
if you think i lost, you prolly just hate rap
and that’s straight facts
but most likely my formula won (one): race tracks
url king, n~ggas try and act like i ain’t that
so what i got in store, you gon’ pay for sure like state tax
this guy is finished
if you don’t believe in me then you non~religious
before beloved passed you the torch he would try olympics
i’m offended, n.o.m.e 3 i watched you die in minutes
when smack put dna on chill’, that was cryogenics!
you should mind your business
boy i will crack the skull of your whole dome
f~ck around and get your sh~t pushed back: postpone
i ain’t got time for ufc, unload chrome
get hit with somethin’ silver (silva) it’ll be breakin’ your bones jone
the blade steel, i shave chill’ make a snowcone
put your seed in the dirt, i’m tryna make homegrown
hop in that charger, hit the gas ~~skrrt~~ you get rode on
run him over, ’til the turbo ~breakin’~ like ozone!
i’m no clone
since this height, i been nice
you fight fair, i bring my gun to a fist fight
this knife, could leave a big hole or a thick slice
in other words: give chilla polka dots or leave the pen (pin) striped
don’t get hype
b~tch
don’t get hype, you better chill out a bit
or you grill i’ma hit, all your t~~th gon’ spill out of it
any b~tch you are with, i feel i can get
you are boring!
a b~tch would talk an air conditioner
before she bring chill’ out to (the) vent
~~chill’ i will flip!~~
crack your cabbage for actin’ savage
all you cats is f~ggots
tryna take me out but don’t have the status
i’ll throw in the trunk, bring you back in traffic
while you wrapped in plastic
make a n~gga on this card disappear; i’ve mastered magic
they say all i do is gun bars, and my tactic average
you know what i tell ’em?
“carry on”… travel baggage
if we havin’ static, better make sure you have a casket
grab a hatchet, skin chilla, and make some matchin’ jackets
we’ll be at your adress!
if you don’t have a ratchet, then you in trouble
we like gorillas, bruisin’ knuckles, walkin’ through the jungle
pistol~whip, make the knees on this human buckle
your head gon’ open up like an oyster
and you won’t move a muscle! (mussel)
f~ck you! (x4)
i should go viral again
i should black (blac) on whoever gave that title to him
put this rifle to him, your life it’ll end
y’all remember when they k!lled ‘dre on ~power~?
i’ll light up the pen!
you’ll wisen up when, your head get split with my toaster
i could pistol~whip him to sleep, that’s glock coma (glaucoma)
talkin’ stupid, i’ll pop on you
and somethin’ ~~loud~~ got ~~chill’~~ outta nowehere; bi~polar!
are you high or sober?
you prolly smokin’ some real rock
chilla, jones, king pen, all these flips i still got
run in his crib, with a lil’ glock, peel shots
make everybody feel this kickback at chill’ spot!
and i ain’t laughin’, this sh~t no humor
news report it, your whole house merc’d by a schitzo shooter
after you get a big hole through you
mike vs. roy: i’ma put this iron up against jones junior (jr.)
that’s light!
besides that, nothin’ ’bout me light
soon as you said my name, i come outside to fight
boy i will f~ck up with pen!
it’ll be a ~~homicide~~ tonight
bullet ~~stuck~~ in the pen
it got twenty~five to life!
somethin’ ’bout me might, pick up a ladder, my main squeeze
fill him with lead, hit chill’ in the head: brainfreeze!
bang these!
~~b~tch~~
what!?
bang these, you get beat with these weapons
a fifth of hennesy: i will put a bottle on chill’
it’s for the v.i.p section! p~ssy!
you might’ve battled n~ggas that sound like me
i don’t give a ~~f~ck!~~ them n~ggas ain’t got the crown like me

[round 3: chilla jones]

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