Snow Demon

[Round 1: Tay Roc] When you say that slogan in the beginnin' of ya round I be lookin' around like, "Who's a bitch?" You out here sellin' bundles of weave to get money you gotta use a bitch Nigga you'se a bitch! I'm not a big fan of Uber, what I use'll lift (Lyft) Shotgun, size of a vacuum, this shit a Hoover Crip Ruthless shit, when I handle the strap He'll need a lift (Lyft), to the hospital, they don't have the ambulance on the app Automatic, I beat him wit' the handle of that Then take the Uzi to the Apple Store, I damaged the MAC If I swing and miss, and you connect? I got hammers for that I'll wild out over that counter like, "Where ya manager at?" I was the man in the trap, I hand him a pack And if he fuck it up, chop off his hand and hand him it back I got the drop on you I think Smack tryin' to call the cops on you Cuz, it's like he chase you wit' drugs, he plant Roc(k) on you You was 'pose to battle O-Red, now look what he got for you That shit that coke and baking soda make when the pot boils Silencer on the Glock for you Shots for you Pap pap pap, sound like a pan full of hot oil When I lock on you, pop on you Then he fall, Jakkboy Maine, I lower the stock on you Roc loyal to URL, but this make a cat wonder If they tryin' to sacrifice the god; Last Supper Since Summer Madness 3, I been on it every past summer So y'all can't label me under Gotti, I ain't Blac Youngsta Ya bitch witchu? Tell her "dip" if ya ass love her The thing pop, slingshot, Roc(k) pull and the strap flung her Grip of the strap rubber, push her back frontward Like when Bernie was Dollar Bill in Player's Club Brrrrt, the MAC (Mack) stutter I'm a chrome, nickel plated gat tucker If I gotta bring out this silver, I'm tryin' to extract color Aye, you ever seen a house blow up and cats suffer? My white boy make bombs, he be carryin' clay (Curry and Klay); Splash Brothers Aye look, my Blood patna, love choppers BANG! A slug rock ya Nitty run up? Push Rum to the side, I want Vodka I already took on Rum at will (wheel) like a drunk driver Now I gotta hit Every Fucking Bar; club hopper Mad goons- THAT'S LIGHT! Mad goons, surround the stall in the bathroom Kick in the door, give him gunshots, stab wounds The ambulance won't get you there that soon Whoever they gotta haul (hall), pass; permission to exit a classroom If it's war, kick ya door, F you up; Fendi store You hit the floor, when you see D's on me; Christian Dior Revolver, wooden handle, he ain't seen this type of shit before I don't know if it's made out of oak, pine or sycamore All I know is when I lift the .4, pistol whip the boul Docs gonna be questionin', "What you got all them splinters for?" Knife wound, leave a liver tore, a nigga sore Paralyzed, not feelin' hisself; insecure Give him more? (YEAH!) I'm the type to run up on niggas whores Sweep her, let the mop ring out, I did the chores Broncos, .44, that shit can flip a horse I'll let you hear it from the horse's mouth, this the source I ain't wanna do this, cause I fuck wit' the Crip of course I'll mourn over you, but that Rex nigga won't get remorse My whole hood reckless There ain't a nigga in the world that would check us Three round burst, brrrrrt, shit soundin' like woodpeckers Good news is, only thing they could tell us Is that nigga reppin' Mafia, he ain't lookin' to good fellas (Goodfellas) Light bars Gang shit [Round 1: Geechi Gotti] We got Geechi Gotti versus...nigga why the fuck you ain't help Brizz? Nah, nah, what happened to the uppercut? Another cut, lookin' like the seatbelt stuck Nigga you was too scared to even knuckle up You won't scrap witcha team? Do me a favor, stop screamin' out "Gang shit" when you don't know what that really mean Nigga gang shit, robberies, murders, shootouts, nigga all that It ain't watchin' ya brothers fight and you fall back When Brizz ran by, you was standin' right there my nigga we saw that If that ain't sucka shit then what do we call that? Nigga you'se a bitch! Plain and simple I don't even why these niggas still hangin' witchu If you was from my gang, you woulda had a gang of issues How the youngest nigga witchu the only one there from the start? See I know why they call you Chess (chest), cause you the only one wit' some heart Look, the gun finna spark, like "Bro what's crackin'?" You really was standin' right there while the homies scrappin'? Then you got nerve to do interviews like, "Tay Roc fightin' Black Face. How does that even sound?" Bitch it sound like what was supposed to happen Aye bro be cappin', but I really try wit' this nigga No wonder them seatbelts didn't work, you don't ride witcha nigga Cave Gang the perfect name, but switch it around it's much better Cause we all seen the Gang Cave when y'all was under pressure Put him on the stretcher, pass the gang Big chop, caught a T-Top, it'll knock off half the stage Speakin' of that, hold on, how the fuck did y'all fall anyway? Goddamn that was sus' It wasn't from a slam or a punch Malcolm X ass niggas like, "We ain't land on Tay Roc. Tay Roc landed on us!" Every! Fucking! Bar! Nigga The cannon gon' buck, fuck around and get lined up You walk in the crib, ya whole family busy, they tied up The .9 bust, or I can just hold the .38 steady Roc get it first then it's Wave time like my lawyer ain't ready Headshot, put his brains on his shirt, I'm sure it ain't spaghetti Aye, hit him wit' the Dessi, just tell me what you want Tay Find out where ya mom stay, now a West nigga fuckin' that bitch, I'm Delonte Big meal, it's an entrée Don't get me pissed off They call you Roc(k), cause without all that extra shit, you just soft Oh we cookin' now, let me simmer it first Close range, this finna hurt This goin' in and out quicker than Surf Get him a hearse When I fire that ratchet extendo, clip longer than the line at Max's Action, I'm in Philly wit' the goons, don't get lined up Yo Reed, where the membership? Tell us where to sign up Yo Roc, is you a gangsta or a bitch? Nigga make ya mind up Time's up, whatchu reachin' for? Niggas know I keep a .4 Pussy if we scrap, I don't fight I pull a baby out early it's premature We keep the score Headshot, knockin' all the blood out his noggin' Doc tryin' to figure out how he leakin' all this liquid, but Roc(k)'s supposed to be solid Let's have him a moment of silence Cause when it's real- (Y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes!) Go 'head- (Make them niggas believe them lies) Time [Round 2: Tay Roc] He mention that New York shit like like, if he was me he would've been on that kinda time Nigga if you was there, you would've been lookin' for the nearest tree to hide behind Plus, I ain't get scratched or nothin' Nigga touch me and I'm clappin' somethin' If a nigga ever said I ran (Iran) he meant Iraq or somethin' Aye Smack, I ain't even get to take him to back in the day yet My loyalty was wit' URL before paycheck I've been loved and hated, loved again then right back to the hate yet You've been loved your whole career, he ain't even deal wit' the hate yet Bloggers, draggin' my name through the mud Every day yet, I'm a great vet', they want Roc(k) to crumble but I ain't break yet I had to take steps The steps I took, he didn't take yet I've been on the road my whole career, not one battle in my state yet You might be eatin', but you ain't ate yet You were in these streets, you might be OG Crip, but here you ain't reach my rank yet I can't be replaced yet They ain't ready to let a nigga that battled for King Of The Dot be the URL face yet I'ma call you "Got'" short for Gotti, that shit I gotta flip Smack, he in trouble, you just put Got' in a lotta shit Piss me off, tape duct handle on the Kalshnikov Shots pop, I got Got', somebody ripped me off I feel like Debo when I got this .40 on me I walk up like, "Whatchu Got' on my .40 homie? Baptize him, leave him and the water holy Then I point this nickel at his 4th Quarter homie Spark the heater, this shit a parkin' meter, it's for Quarter's only Niggas lied if they told you it can't happen I'll pull and you'll buckle from my waist, pants saggin' Sawed off on deck, sand blastin' Shit'll hit ya team whip and flip the whole bandwagon Aye I'm the type, to kick in his door for a large stash Everybody that got a room get a box; Comcast Box cutter, to his neck like dog tags Cut his throat, I do his audio foul (file) that's a podcast If his man run up all fast wit' his fraud ass BANG! His body drop on his body that's a frog splash Shit hit the whip, I'm sendin' shots to ya car glass I air a round, pop out in his face; car crash I'm the best man, ya grave is what Tay digs (Diggs) Tell Bae Loc that my shooter gon' spray his Then toss Bae Loc right off a Bay Bridge Robin Harrison, don't just shoot Bae, Bae kids (Bébé's Kids) If I ain't have it to cop my own chain, I would take his Do Geechi how he do bitches bundles and spray wigs Or I could do it just like God when he made kids Before he get Eve(n) I just go at him (Adam) and take ribs I'm at where he stay, Purge mask and a K Life is a bitch, then like an assist, he'll pass it away I bought a pistol out the gun store that they had on display Clumsy waitress, tripped then Coffee splash on a tray (tre) You not a demon Tie you up, pistol whip 'til his head is bleedin' Like, give me a better reason, niggas ain't never leavin' I hit you and that chocolate bitch when the TEC is squeezin' Sit down Gotti wit' Coffee; Mafia breakfast meetin' I'd rather handle shit wit' violence instead of speakin' Like if niggas don't want beef, then you should confess you're vegan I have niggas givin' Gotti, CPR the rest the evenin' Pump on his chest then airin' (air in) his mouth, I'm checkin' breathin' I hope you got paid good, instead of Red you got Roc instead Don't spend it, that funeral gonna cost a lot of bread 100 rounds, I'm tryin' to leave Geechi Gotti dead Shots racin' by him like "The last ones a rotten egg!" SMACK! I don't see hot Got' got in front of me You made me a gunner and you ain't GOT another one of me Fuck a scheme, angle, punch, it's 'bout a gun to me A gun (Is the only thing that get the job done for me!) Light bars nigga {Someone passes out in the crowd} [Geechi Gotti] It's hot in this muthafucka [Smack] Yo, just walk 'em to the side, get 'em some water, sit 'em down, they be aight in 15 minutes [Round 2: Geechi Gotti] Aye there's a lot gangstas in the buildin' man I feel at home I'ma knock this nigga out so the person that passed out don't feel alone Let me tell y'all the story though, real shit, real shit, real shit Aye look I'm at the hotel I'm seein' my nigga go outside and he was finna hit a bogie I said, "Aight, salute to the dude. Salute to the boy homie." Then I seen my nigga Surf runnin' like, "Aye Roc! Hold the do' for me." Aye, how is he older than cuz, but you be callin' him big homie Man that shit gotta stop Let me guess, you was only standin' by that do' cause Surf put you on Neighborhood, Watch Get the Glock, spin his top Code word "Rookie versus Vets" (What's that mean?) I'm givin' shots Listen aye, Calicoe voice, "Am I wrong if I watch the homie get his ass beat?" Hell yeah, Brizz got socked shit turned into a track meet Had me askin' questions like, "Is we gangstas or is we athletes?" I pack heat They say "Roc rap better. Plus his cadence better." Get smacked wit' the chopper Let's see K diss (cadence) better I'm wit' whatever While you was out here breakin' bottles tryin' to make a knife out 'em I'm close range on top of the op', tryin' to take a life out him What's ya problem? I'll tie you up in front ya bitch I'll roll up on you in front ya bitch and tell her, "Yeah, this nigga not a gangsta he just act good." And seein' her nigga smoke, gon' switch her (Swisher) mind then maybe a shot in her back would (Backwood) Aye, I'm from a bad hood, he ain't seen the shit we done seen Shoot 'til it empty, then give him some extra clips, them deleted scenes Keep it clean? This nigga pussy, I can smell Roc close range Face shot, nigga dropped from the bullet, the definition of shell shocked You frail Roc, yeah, this nigga ain't did the shit we done did Headshots, split his wig Just to survive, doctors gotta have Faith in you like Biggie kids I really live Yeah Every. Fucking. Bar I really life, the savage life, so how you ridin'? I really punish shit Headshot ya wifey, put her brains on the curb, make her yo' gutter bitch You had the nerve to grab another nigga chain like "What the fuck is this?" You tough as shit, when ya shit lookin' like stainless steel I'll shove that shit down ya throat, you gon' have to throw up Cave Gang for real I'll bang the steel Headshot, it ain't a graze And every bullet went through the shit, just like a phase I left his brains on his bitch arms, she was surprised and shocked When I left Roc(k) on her hands like we tied the knot Nigga I'm from the block, but he the face of URL, so for sho' he poppin' After this, you gon' be the face on the t-shirts all ya homies rockin' Bro what's poppin'? It's consequences when you beefin' wit' Gotti, for instance How fast Roc can go from bein' the face to bein' a body Nigga this shit a homi We family, so I ain't even wanna do that shit Close range, gun on Burke They like, "What happened to Bucs (bucks)?" "Man I blew that shit." I showed Chess how to shapeshift Told Surf 'bout the wavelength They said, am I gonna give Roc the nickel or the quarter? Whatever makes sense (cents) Aye bitch, this shit trash Stop gassin' stupid Thought about slappin' Jaz he kept reactin' to it This me every day, this ain't no facade But a Roc(k) on his back this a stone massage Every Bar Pistol whip, how the Glock is drawn, nah fuck that, .38 revolver Roc(k) get the spin off: Hobbs & Shaw You thought that shit gangsta to always scream and not swing? Man that shit is wack Yeah for real Man that shit is wack I don't know who told you that All that almost fightin' shit, bro be wack Cause if you really wanted to fight can't nobody hold you back So bro just rap, stop tryin' to out G these dudes Cause startin' shit, knowin' it's gon' get broke up, is considered a PC move I don't believe these dude, said don't touch him Bitch be quiet We seen Cal' pushin' Roc(k) all over the stage like he tryin' to get indicted Nigga don't get me excited I'll be happy to clap For givin' birth to you, ya mama and ya dad can get slapped You can actually rap, you're just not established for real Got a whole buncha gun bars just never had to blast 'em for real Have you seen a nigga actually killed? Have Death showed up to your door like you ask him to chill Yo' ass gon' get killed if you don't stop wit' this tough act News flash, battle rap events not the place to be tough at Y'all want us to believe these niggas? You think these fans really believe y'all gangsta? Hell nah, they know y'all doin' it cause everything's bein' monitored and recorded like a jail call I'm tryin' to tell y'all When it's real, these niggas can tell You can see it in they eyes Go 'head, third round, try to make niggas believe them lies Nigga time [Round 3: Tay Roc] You told Ave, "I pop so many niggas, that's how I know my pull out game weak as fuck" That bar was hard I can flip it cause he can't eff wit' me I come to his crib wit' the TEC wit' me Runnin' in that bitch, won't leave no kid that's a vasectomy Niggas think my hands don't work, until these bitches fly Boy I will clock you back and forth until you hypnotized I'm uncivilized, why you act like you gorilla size? All it takes is the right click and you minimized I'm energized, in disguise All I can visualize is caps everywhere, ya flag in the air you been penalized I send them guys lookin' for Got', you got identified Once they beat you wit' a .4 Got' (forgot) how you gon' memorize? If his house got surveillance, we cut the cameras off Hop out and in camouflage, hit you wit' cannon balls First kid I see, let the hammer off He get the nose (knows) if he been naughty or nice, I'm Santa Clause Aye, fuck lettin' the can' blast ya, I let my hands grab ya, then my man stab ya Wit' a slow poke, you should've ran faster Deep slice, give him three strikes; Jam Master He died in Philly, they found his body in Lancaster Cuz, you shouldn't have brung Coffee witchu Cause after this, I'm callin' her I don't care if anybody in my squad hit her I'm doggin' her, put the whole log in her And it won't work unless look in the camera and open her mouth; Snapchat dog filter Geechi like, "Why you talkin' 'bout Coffee?" You mob wit' her That's ya sis'? That's ya Crip? You ball wit' her I'll let a palm hit her Bang her in the mouth Once Coffee mug crack and spill on Geechi that stain ain't comin' out Aye, if the clip hold a 100 I'ma bang a hundred out Lifetime worth of toothpaste my Aim ain't runnin' out They say I couldn't kill him, when I watch niggas handle your type So I had to go over them steps; porch lights On sight, soon as you see me in your sight This new scope give me more sight, damn near foresight You get pistol whipped 'til you a sore sight Doc ain't know his jaw was broke until they X-rayed (X-rated); porn site I wouldn't doubt it Me in all black, nothin' good about it Creep up quiet, suppressor is good for silence Two hands hold the hammer, one hand couldn't balance I'm tryin' to put everybody on it, I'm so Brooklyn Challenge They should've told you to avoid that nigga I'm 'bout to put Got' in a box, who wanna join that nigga? I aim this joint at niggas And I named this chop' after Tekashi, it sit on the stand and point at niggas Random! Aye Cassidy! Aye Cass', you a nigga I ain't call out yet Just know if Ars' don't kill you, then the god got next Y'all tell Cass' to chill, 'fore I launch objects And I doubt Cass' will heal (Castle Hill) he ain't from them Bronx projects {Crowd starts booing Tay Roc. This goes on for four minutes. Gotta be the longest back and forth between a battler and the crowd in battle rap history.} [Tay Roc talking to the crowd] Aye. I respect it. Nah, nah, nah, nah. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it. I forgot where I was for a second. It's Philly. I forgot. You think I give a fuck? Like I care if y'all mad. I'ma wait 'til y'all shut up. You think I give a fuck if y'all mad? Fuck that nigga. Like I give a fuck. Suck my dick. I don't give a fuck. Aye, aye, gang shit. We got 'em mad dawg! [Smack] Yo hold it down let him rap. Let him rap. Hold it down. Hold on (x7). Let's go. Hold it down. Hold it down. Let's get it. Pick it back up. Let's get it [Tay Roc talking to the crowd again] Y'all shut up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up [Smack] Hold it down. Hold it down. Let's get it. Pick it back up. Let's get it [Tay Roc] Y'all tell Cass' to chill- {Crowd starts to boo Tay Roc again} [Tay Roc talking to the crowd a third time] We got all night! We got all night! We got all- I'ma keep sayin' it. Y'all tell Cass' to chill. We got all night baby. Yes. Yes! Y'all makin' me look like God right now, I love it. I love y'all. Philly. Y'all know I love y'all. Y'all know I do. God of this shit [Smack] Yo let's get it. Hold it down! Hold it down! Hold it down. Let's get it. Hold it down. Hold it down. Roc? Let's get it [Tay Roc talking to the crowd a forth time] I am. I am. I am. Can y'all shut up so I can say it? I can't yell over y'all. Y'all niggas gon' give me a heart attack [Tay Roc] Aye, y'all tell Cass' to chill- {Crowd starts booing AGAIN} [Tay Roc yelling at the crowd] I don't give a fuck! Both y'all niggas I don't give a fuck. Gang shit! [Smack] Yo let him rap. Let him rap. Let him rap. Hold it down. Hold it down. Hold it down [Tay Roc to the crowd] Fuck that. Fuck them niggas. Alright look. Look, look, look [Smack] Hold it down. Hold it down. Let's get it. Hold it down. Hold it down. Hold it down [Tay Roc] Y'all. Tell. Cass' to chill 'fore this launch objects And I doubt Cass'll heal (Castle Hill) he ain't from the Bronx projects That's fire! {Philly crowd continues to boo it} {Tay Roc still going at it with the crowd} That's fire! That's fuckin' fire cuz. I'm not even talkin' to Geechi. I'm talkin' to Cass'. Fuck y'all niggas .Aye, I don't give a fuck. My Twitter gon' tell me it's hot. Gang shit. Aye. Alright look, look, y'all already hear what I said. Peep. Peep. Alright, alright. Alright I get it [Smack] Hold it down let's get it. Let him rap. Let's get it [Tay Roc talking] I got booed for a difficulty technical. Aye. Aight look. Niggas be tryin' to rap back. They set me up and shit. Aye. Yo SHUT THE FUCK UP. Please yo! Ayo [Tay Roc] This inf' beam, is one of a kind Just for you, I copped the inf' beam, that's the hardest color to find This Nutty Blocc Crip ain't no cousin of mine Rest in Peace Tech (TEC) BAOW Cause now I gotta wipe Nut' off a .9 Niggas makin' threats sayin' I'ma get stuck for my shine Lord knows I'ma blow up over anybody touchin' what's mine Like you violate and I'ma take a burner Let a trigger spark and I ain't gettin' caught, I put Got' away wit' murder Nigga you gonna beat me? Still niggas lyin' Tell him like I told the others, I don't feel niggas rhymes Who we foolin' wit' them steel grippin' lines? Tell 'em fuckin' wit' me (He'll get smacked, we on real nigga time) [Round 3: Geechi Gotti] Catch him on his way back to the house Drivin' real fast and let the heat spray Just like this battle he gon' get killed in front of a Freeway Nigga miss me I'ma vet, I ain't no rook' in this shit In and out of jail, been on Lock Down so many times, I got pissed off Smack booked me for this shit This nigga goofy as shit, you know I'm spazzin' Bustin' moves wit' the mask: it's the Know That challenge Bro no lackin', so I'm fo' sho' no lackin' Man, I'm so afraid of karma I could never trust Man, I done been so close to death I could've set it up Beretta tucked, wet him up Shoot him again cause he ain't dead enough He ain't lookin' alive, his nigga just prayin' that he ain't dead His mama askin', "Is the baby gonna be okay?" They ain't even talkin', they just makin' a gang of facial expressions like Bankhead Aye man, Gotti on every card, that's cause they gotta have him These niggas know I relate to shooters like my mama had him Fuck a battle, niggas know I'm 'bout mine I done shot so many niggas, when I got shot, I said it was 'bout time Aye, I lost one of my homies at 16 Two weeks later, my best friend, I couldn't cry Went to school my teacher said where I wanna be in 5 years? I said, "Bitch. Alive." These niggas liars, in the hood I done put mo' souls (soles) in the air then when them shoes on a wire Aye, who you ever had to ride fo'? Jump in the whip, really slide fo'? Cops catch you wit' they shit You can't snitch, so who you really willin' to do that time fo'? Huh? Who you really had to dump it on? How many nights you really had to tuck the chrome? Stop screamin' out "gang shit" if gang shit ain't what the fuck you on I really been locked for the gang Shot for the gang Squabble up, busted lips, took a bunch of knots for the gang Roc, you are not from a gang How can these niggas even listen when you rap? Where I'm from, you can't be twistin' ya fingers if you ain't never had to twist a nigga cap And this is just some facts You finna battle Rex next month How do that even feel fine? He tried to hit ya mans wit' a bottle How can y'all still rhyme? That's why they don't listen when you rap and these nigga really feel mine Cause he'd rather rap with his enemies, nigga I had to kill mine Smack, aye we on real time? The smell of death would prolly make him vomit In a casket, ya fam' don't wanna look at you like YouTube comments Nigga we too violent Yeah, Glock 'til he still Make Tay a tombstone now he can be on Roc(k) for real Cause when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes Round 3, hope y'all ain't believe them lies Nigga time