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urltv – murda mook vs. tay roc lyrics

[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 n+gga 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 sh+t twisted
this battle? it ain’t about who the f+ck is the pen wizard
this is for hard+headed sl!ck n+ggas
and since you wanted brizz whippin’, think summer impact again wit’ it
these punches gon’ hit different
n+gga, 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 sh+t 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 sh+t math
once raw turned into roc(k), it gotta get bagged
this y’all king of pop!? beat it
the whole world saw your b+tch ass
all that moonwalkin’ on stage sh+t + 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 f+ck was all that!?
you fitted for this new era: n+gga, you all cap
all that “cave gang sh+t”, 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 f+ckin’ up the format
’cause battle rap ain’t supposed to have the kinda fans that ignore that
i don’t give a f+ck 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 n+ggas was fightin'”
and y’all applaud that
where the f+ck y’all grew up at!?
d+ckhead! how the f+ck you tryin’ the n+gga that tell the n+gga 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 hanc+ck: 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
n0body 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 f+ck y’all mean “gun bar king!?”
no, you the f+ck 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 f+ggot!
you wouldn’t square up for a jump shot!
y’all jack a n+gga 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)?
n+ggas that stand next to doors will get you knocked
sh+t you not, you told brizz, “break a leg” so he could cripple his stock, before he get too hot
n+ggas 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 n+ggas 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’ n+ggas and mad opinions
my sh+t is sh+t 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
n+gga, 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 b+tt of the gun pon roc top, watch his bomboclaat
the chop, feed this p+ssy the whole f+ckin’ stock
lift him out his f+ckin’ socks!
100 shots make him helicop’
lift a f+ggot 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!
n+gga, you a b+tch
you gon’ forever be a b+tch!
and you ain’t never gon’ forget!
this the statue of liberty, roc: forever gon’ be lit!
f+ck them candy bars, n+gga! i ain’t never gon’ be tricked
i don’t give a f+ck if it’s halloween!
a clown never gon’ be it!
n+gga, eazy!
[round 1: tay roc]
you laid the foundation down…but we built where the f+ck we at
don’t give a f+ck 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 skyscr+per? 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 n+gga screamin’, “that’s light!” is the reason the power runnin’
you know how i’m comin’
i’ll put you out your misery, n+gga
record deals you used to have? sh+t a memory, n+gga
you’ve dropped nothin’ hot in history, n+gga!
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 n+gga, you say stupid sh+t that’s hysterical!
you told lux, “you are more hypocritical than a dyin’ hippopotamus”
terrible!
that sh+t 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 bwrong 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?
p+ssy!
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 n+ggas fightin’ backstage and…went out the front!
you are not live, you big b+tch!
you swung, missed, we got rushed by detroit n+ggas
n0body in dot mob did sh+t!

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