Calicoe - Tay Roc vs. Calicoe lyrics

ROUND 1 [Tay Roc] You f*ggot fiend, I'll give you half of the magazine Do you dirty, speaking of dirty, I do you bad as Qleen Think when Ricky got shot, or Bishop got dropped This about to be a tragic scene I couldn't wait for this match Just for you, I brought the gas to lean You think you're the king? Well, that n***a had a dream ‘Til he met a n***a like me that had a scheme And a rusty revolver that didn't have a gleam Like a carpenter, bang on his roof with the hammer out the craftsman's jeans That was mean, but I'm know to take it past extreme Find your trap house and attack your team like the tactic team Facts, machines to his chest if he have me steamed Bullet in his head while he's asleep, n***a, I shatter dreams Peep, gun bars for my first impression Strapped with a DE, SK… you're trying to learn a lesson? You ever heard of Heaven? Man, I'll hit Calicoe with a Calico then bury Calicoe with the murder weapon When you heard you was battling Roc You was nervous, sweating Got to talking sh** on Twitter I'm like “who this herb addressing?” I'll come to Detroit, pull straight up to that curb he repping This'll drop 30, I call the sh** that I carry Stephen If you want the drama, I might intervene I'll make a buck 50 look like a slight guillotine n***a, I X men, I work with minds like I'm Jean You'll see AR's talking like Lightning McQueen I thought of this breakfast scheme while making grits Why fool around? After the biscuit crack your egg, your bae can strip The toast French, I'ma let it erase his sh** Hole in him like a bagel I'll send some men, they're raising sh** Then I smoke the blunt I got the munchies, then I came with this I‘ll put a potato on the barrel if you don't give Tay the chips For the cheese, stakes is high, I'ma make it lit Grill me if you want, the blade will fish fillet your sh** Y'all n***as is turkey and chicken for ducking But turkey, chicken, duck-, put it together, that is turducken n***a, I ain't gonna talk about your case I don't fight with words Eagle and hawk with me You ain't the only one that fight with birds This dickhead got a lot of mouth; fel**tio ‘Til I start handing out bucks like the Wayne Brady Show Terraneo, try to play me though You gon' get it like Raheem in Juice Naw, Raheem with the radio Let him know I send n***as to where it gets lonely You seen what I did to Dollaz I put that young thug in the sky, you can be rich, homie I'll leave this n***a from Detroit lying when I let a flock go I came from Baltimore with the fifth on me Cal, you ain't tryna do that, I'll body you cats Chill, this kickback ain't tryna relax Like shopping at the LIDS store store, I'll hit his top with a cap When I let something new air on the side of your hat God, I am back, and I ain't playing with him Y'all gon' make me hit him Take his work from him and say it's mine; that's plagiarism The gauge will hit him I done JC, Ill Will, Qleen Pa-, you will get the most I'm showing favoritism You better have everybody praying for him And praying with him f** a battle, you should've trained for a freight collision I don't care if his lady with him, I aim to get him The scope got supervision, I'll catch his baby sitting You said Surf had the infrared beam and he ran up on me? I put that n***a Surf in the trunk You're ‘bout to give him some company No strings attached; that's puppetry. Smack f** with me ‘cause I son these n***as, I sign them over to custody That's light [Calicoe] Free my n***a G, free my n***a Cheeks I hate when n***as ask me for a rematch We shouldn't have to do no recaps Ayo, Smack, look where we at They tried to throw me Roc like I ain't see that I'm ‘bout to catch him off the gla** like I'm T-Mac They got me back on Summer Madness again This sh** is starting to feel like Summer Madness again Smack told me I got to get back in my old bag for the win I said the old, we gon' be dragging him in? I ain't saying don't disrespect, my n***as Go ahead and handle your career But these n***as the wrong n***as And they may handle it from here My advice, take everything and handle it with care Jumanji; one wrong roll and them animals appear Pick one, test ‘em Roc, any of them brawl You're a fool if you think Roc wilder than any of my dogs I've seen your last sh**, Tsu damn near made you lay down. I went [?] on him, I was moving puppy chow on the Greyhound With a chrome Bulldog, used it so much that b**h gray now Back in the day I would co*k a Spaniel But Cortez is being away now I got a young pup that want to prove something I told him “make me a believer” He said he wanted to kidnap that blue-haired b**h I told him, “Go there, retrieve her” That wasn't light, we go heavy with the bars I was just all over the dog sh**; Craig daddy in the yard They ask if dog got dogs, I said “Naw, dog got dog” He be putting dog on dogs back when dogs was dog It was a misunderstanding See, Roc tripping and I don't understand it. ‘Cause Roc be pitching, but Roc be missing ‘cause he underhanded They say New York sh**, I feel like we on another planet This Easy Money, I remember my box being stuck in transit But you ain't a hustler You couldn't even catch what I can send you We're eating good Just think of Smack stretching out this venue Aye, 75 out, my legs locking into this ring See, you don't listen to my music ‘Cause you ain't been where I been through, n***a From the look of things, you ain't into what I'm into, n***a You joined the Dots, they're all shrimps You're a shrimp too, n***a Really, what make you different? ‘Cause you say you is it? Don't nobody want to hear the truth till you make them listen We ride through Baltimore, salute to Wire, but let's pay a visit Salute to URL ‘cause he dying over they decisions Salute to Charlie Clips for k**ing him twice That's a hell of a precision But I only need one shot, call the Dots and tell ‘em he missing Call them n***as, tell ‘em we lurking Tough on the net but we can see they're scared of us in person We're ‘bout to build the label up and have all of y'all working Mook could've did this sh**, but he was for the wrong purpose Cave Dots, since you joined them, you're in the same spot Look how they slaved Roc, he repping like they paid Roc He should've saved Roc, now I got them crying at his grave Bat, bat! I'm Bruce Wayne; they're flying through the Cave Why n***as act like they can't be dying here today? ‘Cause all you n***as can Circle the block, I'm trying to hit that one n***a that ran This Smack fault, he be charging the f** out of this man Now he done f**ed up, like logging a n***a out of his 'Gram Trust me, this is ‘cause when Smack kept calling This was not in my plan I swear this was not in my plans, man these n***as is hams Most these n***as be fans, and I be reading these n***as. They always talk about the streets, but who believe in these n***as? When I look at them There's something I don't see in these n***as On my momma, I don't think it's this much G in these n***as Especially for this simple fact They roll with clowns like this fat a** n***a Up the pound, come here and be my new hashtag, n***a I had them k**ers wrap them towels around their head From the crowd to where I'm saying Cal look like he had a bunch of n***as from Baghdad with him See, you just talk them gun bars You rap about how your shotty spit I talk that, Fat Cat, Big Meech, and Maserati Rick That Southwest T, T Stuckey, and that crimey sh** They call me Calicoe, but it ain't the first gun that I caught a body with… Landslide, n***a ROUND 2 [Tay Roc] I forgot to welcome you back, Cal Oh, that's ‘cause you're not important And it's like they're heavy metal fans; I got them waiting on every Roc performance That bar you think you're gonna violate me? I will rock you on it. I ain't Pat Stay, n***a, you will get shot for doin' it You'll see the difference between him and him Cal think he's tough ‘cause he bullied a white boy that eat steroids like they're M&M's You know about antonyms and synonyms? Well if I catch your aunt and ‘em Guess where I'm sending ‘em! I got a shooter named Frank, lend him a Benjamin For ten on them, he'll have that Uz' spitting like a gremlin Act feminine, I'll leave you curling, iron will have your wig blow out like you went to see the Dominicans I'm sick of him, screaming “BMF”, like he got Rich and them Who told him he was G, his uncle Trick tricking him I was there for you vers' Arsonal in Michigan And if I was Ars, I'd never ever come out that b**h again Ayo, I was standing behind Ars Thinking “what type of sh** you in?” Ars was like “what them n***as, cuz” Trembling in his Timberlands He said “Suge had that shotgun”, but didn't remembered him I'ma save the rest of that story for when I get to him Back to you, I told Brizz about this style of mine Smack won't let me host no battles, I got a violent mind Y'all thought this was gon' be crazy, I know this pal of mine That will k** him, picture Toranio vers' this Cal of mine How can I lose to a n***a this instance? You're weak, fresh out of bars like you just finished the sentence Now, I ain't gonna say you was skinny dipping with n***as. But in that picture, you was skinny dipping with invisible b**hes I actually am a savage, get to clapping him in his cabbage Show up to the funeral, get to smacking him in his casket You waited this long to battle me? You're a f*ggot You'll get a clip of the Desert; that's National Geographics Tell him this, if I don't like the words off his breath a bit He'll get a fresh round in his mouth; that's a peppermint Chopper sounds like a helicopter, I start propelling sh** Double barrel look like I snatched the trunk off an elephant I'm what you call it when you hit on that lottery ticket Bred to win Somebody tell him this land mine Watch what you're stepping in I can bring God and the Devil, Hell and the Heaven in Seventeen in the clip That's the Ten Commandments and the Seven Sins You dug you a ditch, I dare you bug in this b**h I got shells like a snail, I'll dump a slug in his sh** I put Cal on life support, while he plugged to the sh** I'm like “give me the plug this fronting you sh** Or I'm unplugging this sh**” Who rugged as this? If I want your bread I'ma use the toaster I can't use a holster, this sh** the size of a Super Soaker You a douja, you ain't got no game, boy You want your b**h back but your ex box got a new controller My goon will smoke you and send you to see your maker You'll there find your thoughts on a piece of paper Blaow, for thinking I'm Math, Cal, see you later Facts, if you can't calculate that, then you know naything We got goons in every state in the whole nation f** with me, I have n***as after the show waiting No faking, once Cal see ‘em, bones breaking I tried to tell him he don't want none with me Battle rapping ain't a job to me, that sh** is fun to me f** a scheme, angle, punch, it's ‘bout a gun to me A gun is the only thing that get the job done for me [Calicoe] Every time he say a gun bar, I visualize a cap gun My first round was so cold y'all forgetting I only rapped once This battle sh** is getting absurd now. I observed how you let a n***a with no third rounds k** you with his third round Yeah, I see the irony in this: I got to k** a n***a with all of the guns ‘fore I get the firing at Clips See the Dots, they got me pissed, I never respect these b**hes These mags gon' make four of y'all fall When I connect these b**hes But look at you, you still think it's a game till that chopper out I already dealt with Brixx Now I'm trying to see what Roc about Soon as we pulled up, he extending his hand, copping out He a b**h, I don't know if I want to pop him or knock him out Riding with the Ruger with a few shooters Spend a check on that p**y I'm trying to end this n***a's future So the Dots gon' be there for you when we pull up? No, the Dots gon' be in Harlem when we f** your whole hood up You joined a clique hours from your town How your hood tough? You're from the county, my real Baltimore n***as stood up You see me in your city was getting money when we pulled up And real recognize real, they knew they couldn't jook us Don't f** with me, I just don't understand Smack told me he was a wanted man You know I always k** who he wanted dead Ever since he caught me talking ‘bout Ill It ain't to put no money on his head On my way to STL, there ain't no stopping him Funded my own trip and still brought them choppers with me This n***a better have a doctor with him Knife game good, I'm ‘bout to stop a kidney Adding fuel to the fire In the streets for real, but still a fool in a cypher Get him murdered for half off; my shooter's a swiper No lie, they'll get him for half off And for another stack, he gon' do it with his mask off Who pops sh**? they think Roc it? That's when they blast off So many K's, I need a [?], these all fast balls I serve the ba**, I serve the ba** Randy Johnson; bust birds open over the plate See, he just talk them gun bars, gun that, gun this If the beef pop right now I bet y'all ain't even got a gun to go get I'm in my bag, looking for a tag that his toe fit And tell Drake it ain't a n***a on the planet could say he wrote this I don't get it, it ain't like I'm taking up for Meek But I just witnessed my people turning on me for a Canadian and I'm a n***a from the streets So I don't get it, but we ain't about to work up a sweat. I knew Meek was a real n***a when he had Nicki t**ng the [?] Moment of silence for the chopper boyMoment of silence for my n***a Dots. sh** real where I come from Ain't nobody think about no deals where I come from Talked to him yesterday, and now he k**ed where I come from How you think I feel? b**h, I still live where I come from I come from where Buffs and Rollies is a trophy Ten bands is a goal. You know you can make it to a hundred long as your mans don't fold And then it's off into the millions Real estate, buying all the buildings In the mist of all of this, they're trying to k** you. Living in a world where it's way more fake n***as than real ones So now I'm in a situation of where the ma**es can't feel me Shoebox Money dropped on iTunes today Go and get that b**h if you're trying to figure out the real me ROUND 3 [Tay Roc] I ain't the type to see a situation And speak upon what I rather do You know, ‘cause everybody say what they would've did ‘til they're the ones that it happened to You tried to set Suge up in Detroit ‘cause you was scared to throw a smack for Proof? Miles, Marv, X, I'm taken Detroit from Cal And giving it back to you Let me rap with you, who said this would be cla**ical? When the n***as that you sent at me ain't better than me, that's factual JC outrapping you, QP will make us laugh at you Ill Will would've probably ended up smacking you n***a, you think you're tough ‘cause of the sh** you did to Pat? You picked the right one Couldn't picture you doing that sh** to Math I couldn't picture you doing that sh** to Suge Or doing that sh** to me, my n***a, I wish you would If I'm in his hood, find him and let this n***a know When I see him, that he coming up off of his dinner rolls I'll pull the gun out like “Why'd you bring them out if you can't spend them for” The money he kicked out, I could've bet that sh** on a 10 to 4 I clap it ‘til it got a temperature, that's a scary sight I'ma wind up in a cell, see us ain't fair in height I'm very nice and prepared to fight. You'll get your head clapped with the four five, six will send him to paradise [?] knife Buck 50, he gon' come out the hospital sounding like Barry White Yeah, this dude could be bonier, but you're Cuban zirconium In the ring you shine, but you ain't very bright f**ing dummy, the hell with him. This stupid motherf**er got caught for fighting chickens instead of selling them I got a plug out in Cali too that be mailing them Cops kicked my door for the P's, but I ain't tell on them I bailed out, beat the case, and got all papers for that September 10th of this year, just got off probation for that I ain't asked my PO when I had to make it to Smack I ain't give a f** about getting caught out of state Long as I made it to rap Fact, this is why Tay is the truth. ‘Cause from the fans, I take the abuse, and I don't never make an excuse Smack, they turned their back and betray for the loot You just keep giving them enough rope, I'ma make it a noose It's clear that I'm given a shot; Bombay Get shot while it's broad day, it'll f** up your broad day Iron buck, it look like lightning struck in the hallway Leave big boy in a flat out cast like Andre You told us about your dad, Big Meech, and all of the details We know you from Detroit, stop telling us all of these D tales We had enough, but it's time that I shut this f*ggot up Put his face in an obituary like when he battled Lux Now what's up? I should've told Lux “bring that casket up” ‘Cause when you battled him That was the wake, this where the casket shut Who the next n***a from Detroit that I have to battle? f** I'll hit Quest shin with the axe until the hatchet's stuck The ratchet tucked, I'll send Cal to Heaven You spit a bunch of dumb sh** with wild aggression The best 300 I spent was on a strap investment Bought this Uzi in 2004, n***a, my MAC eleven You gonna beat me? No, still n***as lyin' Tell him like I told the others, I don't feel n***as' rhymes Who he fooling with them steel gripping lines? f**ing with me, you'll get smacked, we on real n***a time [Calicoe] Aye I got a question Clap it up if y'all see that we just proved that gun bar thing No? I'm King Joffery Joffer, he's just Prince Akeem I really did that dirt under them gloves with the prints not seen See you in a box, but he's getting boxed, I ain't Prince Naseem So f** them gun bars There's way more important things in the battle sh** Well, I'm an an*lyst And there's multiple reasons on why you're average You think this battle sh** You're just showing up talking about how your 'matic spit But you don't talk to n***as, Roc, you just bark at n***as, Roc Look how I walk them n***as, watch And k** ‘em from angles that's least expected Clips don't love you, he k**ed you twice And he ain't teach this lesson You've been here way before me, Roc I know, I know you're wondering how I keep progressing Aye Smack, it look like I'm the senior and he's the freshman But he had ten battles before I even met Smack Now I bet that there's n***as at home taking their bets back I catch lil' Roc in my hood, he'll get his neck snapped. And stash his body where I got the bricks; now that's a d**h trap I hope it ain't none of my n***as that he spoke about I bet the house, my little soldiers will take your soldiers out Or we can square up, one on one, don't want to go that route? Well, I can let these guns speak for me But one of them a motor mouth It talk too much like I gave it a clip of Adderall Give him the whole catalog, k** this n***a with sandals on That's my sh**, bet you know I wasn't worried about nothing But momma be looking in my eyes like “You're worried about something” She know me, Summer Madness, I'm here to fill the drama Who been here since day one? n***a, I'm still the problem They asked why I ain't focus on this sh** ‘Cause I got realer problems I'm hoping he don't say nothing that'll make me k** his momma I'm hoping he don't say nothing, tell him to keep it silent I hope you don't say nothing that's gon' make me go and get Jemiah. That's his daughter, but he lucky that I love the kids ‘Cause he on stage talking like he don't love to live Remember running in cribs like, “Where your brother live?” But n***as telling me stories ‘bout what their brothers did Some sh**, you just can't explain, like you joining the Dots You thought that was the money train? You make me want to slap the sh** out of Damon Wayans Ain't no way I'ma join another group of n***as and my career ain't gon' make a change Aye, that's what these battle n***as do for fame His tail probably was wagging when Mook was like “yeah, you can hang” and then the n***a found out Mook a lame These n***as faker than these Cuban chains Aye, Smack, this was a mismatch, the worst kind Last time we seen his face it was the Clips match the first time Clip hanging out like a parenthesis Watch me reverse something Glock popping in his window while his miss twerk something I hate n***as that be fronting for the booth When it's danger, I'll drain ‘em, put a gutter in his roof Who's in Dot Mob? The fans don't know nothing but Mook You said I was Isaiah getting pissed on? Wrong era, I'm Chauncey Billups; I don't do nothing but shoot Nine bullets for nine lives, I k** cats My life like a game of Jenga, it builds stacks He try to roll up on me, but his wheel's flat Smack, he's coming at Shoebox with Jae Millz stats After a n***a battle me, I make him feel wack ‘Cause it's a difference between metaphors and real rap Landslide