After You Comes the Flood

'After You Comes the Flood' is the second track for Mono's upcoming LP 'Nowhere Now Here' set to release digitally January 25, 2019.

[Round 1: Tay Roc] Real niggas was callin' my phone like, "This can not be legit." Look at him, do he look like the type of dude I get to beefin' with? They tellin' me don't use the street approach 'Cause at King Of The Dot this geek can spit Eat a dick! This is America, you Canadian piece of shit! What's this supposed to be? Tay Roc vers' the white boy that spray Glocks? Bitch, you look like McLovin, Paul Walker and Michael J. Fox I heard about that relationship that you and Pat Stay got Ayy, Pat, this your bitch? Well, this is how I'ma do your bae, watch (Baywatch) Your corny ass will get DDT'd on the floor and dragged Robbed for you ID, debit card and boarding pass I'm surely mad, a switchblade will do Corey bad I pass my nigga P the gun (Peter Gunz) and hit Corey's dad How you start battle rappin' where you from? I don't get it, fam' You ain't even qualified for the shit you sayin', this shit a scam Where I'm from it's a must that I grip a can But you are from Ottawa, Canada Google it, shit look like Disney Land Ayy, where he's from there's nowhere that y'all would fair stand 22 murders happened in his city within a year span Fuck you know about cops killin' black people? Can you picture that? No 'Cause more niggas die on roller coasters than were you livin' at Your city wack, I'll pop up in Ottawa with a mini MAC I ain't showin' mercy, I damn sure won't show you pity, Pat You try to run when I grab on the gat Bullets go through Charron and then they hit Pat on the back I was in school with pussies like you and they was all geeks When I wanted my homework done I kinda gave 'em a hard speech, like, "If all my answers wrong you get fucked up But if you get 'em right, you get to buy my lunch all week." This nigga Charron is beyond sweet You let a nigga that slap niggas' asses leave a hand print on your soft cheek And you ain't even slap him back, you slap my hat I'ma have a toy comin' out the box for this cracker Jack Matter of fact, this for my fans Don't talk about how you been on Smack When you ain't even see the top man Talk about how you been on Smack and your nose can hold five grams Talk about the last time you been on Smack and you lost To K-Shine's hand, goddamn! Who say he amazin'? You only like him 'cause he a white boy with cool rebuttals Besides that you ain't entertainin' When you get hit with this .380 I'm wavin' I'll leave a pig on the strip, all y'all gon' see is a Canadian bakin' (bacon) You Canadian fag! Ayy, Ars, I do a Canadian bad I make sure this white boy leaves red like the Canadian flag You know the leaves are red on the Canadian flag If you didn't know; I'll slit your throat Have you chokin' in front of Bishop Brigante like Cyssero Get me, bro? You look like a cab driver A dirty, blond hair, real-life version of Quagmire Picture him trappin' tryin' to get his stacks higher I got goons that'll Rob 'em and leave with his baby like Blac Chyna You gon' make me come to Canada, get pointed to your hood Find you and your clan members, then point it to your hood If I can't find you, then fuck it, I'll lynch the wrong person Strapped with three K's, who ever we come across (a cross) burnin' I can take that same bar and do a different version Niggas murk him, leave a cracker body in Mississippi Burning I ain't a friendly person, if it jam you'll be really hurtin' I'll fuck around and beat you with it 'til the semi workin' All that Smack Killer shit, watch your mouth Don't get your jaw splitted I'll have Ars like, "Chill out, Roc, you know he autistic!" I don't give a fuck! If you had that King of the Dot chain I would run off with it Snatch it off your neck so hard your head will come off with it Light bars! [Round 1: Charron] They said I was facing a giant when I hopped in the ring This is David vers' Goliath, I'm putting Roc(k) in a sling You gon' violate me? Yeah, you probably could If you put hands on me I'm tappin' pockets like Suge I came to Newark by myself, you thought you was good? This Ronald Reagan: a white boy's pushing Roc(k) in the hood The Gun Bar King, you really pop that tre? Stop that, Tay! Thinking I'm scared of a Calico, I am not Pat Stay If it ain't Smack it don't count – that's how you play, Roc? You think they stop the game when you travel? This ain't the NBA, Roc You told me to calm it down on social media, right? I'm all up in your face, Roc You know, calm it down, social media, right? I ain't giving you no space, Roc Every line is how you bust gats and make a gun blast You don't need to grab the pump, you have enough gas Claiming you'll shoot does not astound me You acting 'bout that Iron Man like Robert Downey Using guns as a crutch; I don't care if there's Glocks around me You're a bitch that can't win without arm bars, you Ronda Rousey Taking white out, I'll expose what your mistakes are I'm blackin' so you can't play the race card Try to make bars without a Glock or AR You wanna see a K Shine and an Arsonal of Clips I'll bring you to my graveyard I said respect first, then money, basic shit When you put people under pressure you can take the shit Listen, I'ma leave you right where you stand Have your ambulance pass your Timbalands right off to your man But those aren't my bars, I'm not even saying them right I just wanted to spit a Jadakiss verse before Suge does later tonight Tay asked me to post a song, I did not do it Just 'cause I'm white you think I like Roc(k) music? I mean people are saying that's light But a hospital is where you're taken to You a second round rapper, this ain't one you can take in two Ars' died, no Liam Neeson but Taken 2 (too) Find your daughter, make that kidnap, I'm killing Tay kin too You rep B-More in terrible fashion I'm giving heavy metal if this Maryland man sin (Marilyn Manson) Y'all want gun bars? You the top dawg getting a shot from a vet You getting killed by Clips, I can copy respect You spell it R.O.C., that's a problem I bet It's only right I put a K to Roc since I auto-correct I run up on him on his new home with smoothness Put it to the back of this dude's dome, shoot clips He don't know, hit him with the TEC's like, "New phone, who dis?" I'm the best, dawg, it's killing season If I'm slept on, he really sleepin' So back off, get in my face I'm twisting caps off You get the Nitty treatment I will break into this bitch's home I'll give everyone in that room aid if you don't live alone But you gon' get these hands, it'll split your dome I'll beat the piss out Roc(k): that's a kidney stone But it don't sound believable, right? Just 'cause I'm nerdy I swear to God I'll do him dirty Walk up to him with my fists like— Jersey! [Round 2: Tay Roc] Ayo, back up off me! You should've known you would die if Ars' had to call me Just think of Eddie Murphy in Shrek: I'ma act a donkey You say anything close to "nigga" I'll smack a honky This the round I disrespect him, I'ma have you crackers salty I might lose a couple white friends when this battle through My man Zack hit me like, "Hey man, I ain't know you felt that way about white people," – well, now you do Nothin' against all white people 'cause they got talent too But since you a cracker, I'ma use crackers to wil' on you Like, I was thinkin' about comin' to this battle And forgettin' everything I was gon' rap about Soon as Rae Swag say "Call it in the a—" I was gonna crack your scalp Have Ars' like "Roc, what's that about? Why you blackin' out?" 'Cause I told you, if I don't like the Party Mix I take the crackers out If Pat Stay think he big and bad I quickly stab ya Put it in his back, twist the dagger, lift and clap ya Charron, we gon' go fishing after – I'ma toss you off a boat All the cops gon' find is tuna fish and crackers Faggot, don't make a pound come off the waist I will get white chalked, you are bound to get erased I'm bein' childish in the place, I'm really wildin' on your race I don't like cheese and crackers so don't be smilin' in my face I'll have your ankles tied to a cinder block You get thrown off a river dock Get the plot? Get the land in place of this pilgrim is Plymouth Rock I'll grip a Glock, show up to your front door and I nigga knock For thinkin' you'se an animal, cracker, you get put in a box Fuck you! Which one of y'all Grape's shoot for him? You gassed thinkin' you can win, why they boostin' him? Ars', I fuck with Jersey But I am not fuckin' with them if they root for him This ain't communion, so why we got crackers and Grapes juicin' him? I'm doin' cracker flips 'cause I love crackers You ain't from round these parts and we don't fuck with you squares: this ain't your club, cracker I catch your grandmother, niggas Saran Wrap her I got goons and I send 'em in (cinnamon) for your gram (graham) cracker – that's different When you run up on me, have your weapon drawn Or it'll be a Dizaster, this mini chopper from Lebanon You'll be missin' for hella long The cops gonna have to go (gold) fish for a cracker That's Pepperidge Farm He'll get hit with somethin' husky, it ain't a sled dog Run, get your whole wig blew (blue): Sonic the Hedgehog You a bitch-ass white boy that probably owns a pet frog Pat Stay said he be fuckin' you and your pussy smell like wet dog Faggot, don't talk like you get hella reckless You with a gun? Ehh… That's just as effective as Ace Ventura the Pet Detective Your temple will get rocked, if you ain't got that protected Your view will be more fucked up than everyone else's That's bad perspective Do some stupid shit, I got a surprise for you Who said I wouldn't get my second half if I knocked you out? Ars' lied to you I'll fuck around, crack your head in half And Ars' will tell you that we ain't get paid for breach of contract And we'll split your second half Dude is a fraud, I'll crack your face how I do a cigar A pair will lie him down, paralyze you Your body won't have no movement at all Reload the clip, let your crew get involved I got a sample for everybody like Chinese food in the mall You stabbin' and shootin' who? Not Shaggy from Scooby Doo Only time you had a 100 Bulletz at your side was your 2-on-2 If we fight, you don't even know what I would do to you I'll slap your brain halfway out your head You won't know who is who You say stupid shit out your mouth You pull out a fake hammer, I'ma show you a real gun You say shit that's real dumb Like, "I'ma fuck up Roc's chances of getting Hollow." That's only gon' increase your chances of getting a real one I'm done clownin' him a little This what happens when you put Malcolm X vers' Malcolm in the Middle [Round 2: Charron] I said I fucked you up that first round, that's legit I mean why you think that I'd be salty? 'Cause all you had was some cracker flips? Well, your girl sucked my dick, I was at that bitch's house Since he brought up holy communion You should've known she had a cracker in her mouth Yo, but me and Tay Roc are boys, I ain't mad at you, son We'll get back to the fishing trips once this match up is done We partied at the last Smack event, it was actually fun Until the bouncer kicked him out 'cause he couldn't handle his Rum Amnittyville?! You just making up new words That's a reach, I guess being Gun Titles is a few perks Against Nitty you didn't even sound like you, fact is the truth hurts Before the battle: Tay Roc! During the battle: Tsu Surf! But fuck the jokes, let me start to talk Alcatraz, I got bars for Roc(k) I'll pay your old girl to shank ya, ex marks the spot Mt. Rushmore: for (four) dead presidents I'll be carving Roc(k) But he's a gangster, he really sparks the Glock Since he's a G I'll adjust (geologist) To break down every part of Roc(k) Now they can see I have more heart than Roc You know C.I., Central Intelligence, Kevin Hart/The Rock When you rap on URL, that's gas You have a partner in Gun Titles, that's trash Tell Surf I'd win every round, that's facts This Canadian will drop three on you: that's Nash!!! And you said you'd put a face on the fifty like Thomas Jefferson That's light: Thomas Edison Like why you performin' that? This who Baltimore ravin' (Raven)? Y'all don't give him flack? Oh I didn't know he was your quarterback I run up on him, he go toward the back I got Tay Roc in reverse from where Corey at What, I gotta spell it out for you? "Tay Roc" in reverse is "Cory At" Now Corey's back, don't make this shit more than rap Your grave big, it's something Taye dig (Diggs) since you're an act Fight fire with fire You bring the deuce deuce, we make the 40 clap This a 30, Roc, pull out a tre, see more guns (Tracy Morgan) back It's no issue, we gon' rip through your bone tissue You got some Baltimore boys, I'll take their souls with you This diva dyin', I don't care if your Maryland men roll (Marilyn Monroe) with you As soon as dislocate, the arms poppin' You've been doing all of this gun talk, your bars floppin' Fuck rap, let's take it out back and start boxin' Your career can end outside of the ring like Bernard Hopkins You do not phase me I gotta shout out the Illuminati since they paid me These hands will put Roc in the air: I'm Jay-Z But me and Ars' gon' do a drive-by, I'll let the gat blow The cops catch me it's cool, they probably know my dad yo Yo, the seat recline, clap slow I Lean Back, now Rockaway like I'm Fat Joe But these gun bars aren't believable, there's a slight difference You'll get raised by the pops: that's white privilege But they say whites don't belong in hip hop, I thought that's cool I ain't tryin' to Jack Black culture when Roc(k) get schooled You overreact when you pop the tool They gave you energy off gassin' Roc (gas and rock) like fossil fuels Round two, light bars [Round 3: Tay Roc] Ayy, you pulled out a purple flag vers' Ars' Like you was Crippin' and shit I dare you pull out a purple flag now that the Crips in this bitch I heard his parents was rich as a bitch So if I get this white boy Rob'bed, would that be Ridiculousness? No MTV, think TMZ when I'm shootin' shit out the whip I be Wild N' Out, ain't nothin' humorous 'bout the Clips Pistol whip you 'til your bowels loose and you is about to shit Keep talkin', pussy, I'll slap the uterus out your lips You look the type to Catfish a nigga, usin' a lady picture Nah, you look like a kid that got molested By his Catholic priest and his baby sitter Who paid this wigger? I cut your face, let the razor skin ya A lead pipe put your Chin on a pole like an Asian stripper Why switch up my style for you, when I can zone out? Instead of a different approach I'll take my own route If he was strapped and hesitated to pull his chrome out I take his gun from him and put this cracker barrel in his own mouth Get his wig blown out with a street sweeper We keep heaters, 9 milli's, street sweepers Think it's a game 'til my peeps see ya They chop you up with a meat cleaver Then stuff you right in the deep freezer I run in cribs, act like you know what the fuck it is Before I come to yours, kick your door, start dumpin' SIG's I am at his mother, then bust her wig His whole family get hit with the machine That's Honey, I Shrunk the Kids Who want the biz? I'ma make him eat a Heckler The clip hang so you know it's more to it like et cetera This cracker's a faggot, I'm tellin' ya You was scared when Bonnie grabbed your dick But you let Pat Stay do that shit on the regular That's weird shit, that's queer shit, and you a soft nerd Trip, I'll smack Mark Wahlberg with the Mossberg Shots fired, shells droppin', all y'all heard I have the detectives try to solve a puzzle if we cross words The toolie air ya – try me, I truly dare ya What I do with a bat the docs won't be able to repair ya I put a gash in his head, the whole wound will scare ya When I'm finished he can't fit his hat I call that leavin' no room for error (Era) He'd probly sue me if I swung off on him Hook you up to life support, then pull the plug off on him We'd fuck Pat's big ass up, you gon' run off on him Get back smacked 'til the black of my hand rub off on him Out in London you battled Chilla, they was callin' you "Sharon" Even though your name is Charron, I guess they just wasn't carin' But I got a box for you, Sharon, and you won't go in there alone I have Pat Stay and Sharon sharin' caskets and sharin' (Sharon) Stones I air the tone, in his skull I'm tryin' to put one Your face turn purple, your autopsy gon' look dumb Why you keep talkin'? You the shook one This white boy gon' die tryin' to hang off Roc(k) That's Macaulay Culkin in The Good Son Ayy, if we don't get the job done right once we rock you? Then we treat white like crack and re-rock you Why put the pump on his tongue like a Reebok shoe? I put you in that casket, take you out, then re-box you Psssst… Gang [Round 3: Charron] He called me Macaulay Culkin, so I got all kind of different flips I could say it's 'cause I'm in the trap house and pitchin' bricks Nah, I ain't gonna say that That's something that Macaulay Culkin had said I'm more like Joe Pesci though in Home Alone 'Cause I'm fire off the top of the head I can do anything, I can do a couple flips I can do shit that you can do, talk about the gun I grip I can do anything, I can even go rebuttal this He says it looks like I Catfished someone Well, you don't know who you fuckin' with And you heard him call me Wahlberg so I'ma use the lead The bear will (barrel) talk to this Mark like the movie Ted He wouldn't put some money up, this bitch is lame I'ma take Roc(k) Paper for thinking this is a (Scissor) game I even push zips when I'm travellin' I take everyone's work and flip it like John John when he's battlin' Soon as I find out that house that you trappin' in You come home to an empty crib With no china/Chyna, you Rob Kardashian "I'll stick my dick in your daughter's pudding" You said that to Arsonal? Damn! After Newark you gon' be M.I.A. like Arsonal's fam' Out in Maryland you'll get dropped Hit your ratchet wifey with a motherfuckin' head shot Got her in a leg lock, hospital the next stop Flintstones, Bam Bam, your whole family in a bed, Roc (Bedrock) I saw a picture of your woman She's beautiful, she can catch pipe I was all up in her raw dog last night Nine months later there's a kid, he's mad hype 'Til he sees the color of his skin And screams "That's light! That's light!" You know what else rhymes with "That's light?" "You're being pimped out by Smack White." He got you on contract for $3,500? That's light But you thought Jefferson was on the $50 You ain't never had your cash right On Facebook you apologized to Smack for takin' this match As a family man you should never be sorry for makin' some cash He posted, "My loyalty is with Smack No other league's worthy of these gun bars." Delete, disappeared quicker than a Tsu Surf gun charge You think being disrespectful is all that counts Well, Ars' left URL, started UDubb and bought a house So what's more disrespectful You saying you bust a nut on his daughter's blouse Or you allowing Smack to take food out your daughter's mouth? You're a big name, go and charge some leagues Smack don't want you to make bread, it ain't hard to see Your daughter is gonna cry at Christmas Like, "Daddy, how come there's no cards to read?" And you'll be like, "Sorry, princess, this year Christmas is on RNT Ssmmmmmmack!" Look at Smack when you and Nitty almost fought He couldn't stop smilin' If he says he doesn't make money off you, tell him to stop lyin' What you amountin' (a mountain) to? He's stock pilin' He's using you as a stepping stone To get to the top, he's Roc(k) climbin' I'll pay someone to kill you, cash deposit I say get him from long range ain't a cat that saw it Now rocket from a distance like NASA launched it The way my Hitman Shot Guns not even Smack could block it You've had crowd control all of your life Well, I'm all up in your grill, I make 'em more hype I got the hands up before the punch: that's a Norbes fight You lost, call up Mr. Classic and apologize for that You can make fun of me since I was slapped But I'd rather get smacked by Shine Than owe all my shine to Smack He just used you to stack chips, Shine may have left hand prints But I'd rather get smacked, bitch, than be Smack's bitch Another URL rapper I get to add to the bag Was supposed to go against Tsu But I swore to kill this man from the Cave Next I want Lux, Mook, I'm coming after the names I'm just using Roc as a chess piece like Andy Dufresne And next you want Hollow on URL? Let me close with a fun fact You just lost to Charron at UDubb Let's see if they let you come back – two, one!