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[Round 1: Danny Myers] 49 people were killed in Chicago over a single weekend The headline was undersold 49 people were killed in Florida...now they talkin' 'bout gun control What are you doin' to change the conditions in yo' city? To stop the violence and stand up to it The government ain't send no help, residents just gotta tough through it Chicago schools are losing funding, families are being uprooted What's my take on it? Bitch you still alive!? I don't think they doin' enough shootin'! I've been raw The very thought of this faggot makes my skin crawl The piece (peace) will come out faster than when it's time to leave your in-laws I don't give a fuck if you at a bus stop, ain't no tellin' where I'll take it next You'll see me masked up on a shuttle like on Jason X Pay respect, I done slayed the best, I cannot be seen When I slide on you with the Black Hawk it ain't ya hockey team Stop these schemes, you a fuckin' disgrace to folks You a big pussy like a Mz. Gracie Facebook post Yo' bitch got No Limit, me and my shady pals gon' fuck her You walk in the room she gon' be posed like the Mercedes album cover What's happenin' bitch? You'll catch a sharp hook from one of Danny hands You just a fake killer from Chicago like Candyman Sharp hook, Candyman? Never mind, nigga ya style gay The toy from Chicago will kill the kid: that's Child's Play Every bar I write with a pen is a death note Bring that gangsta shit over here and get your set smoked 2Pac whooped Joe Torry's ass If y'all seen Poetic Justice, then you'll know how we do Chicago on the West Coast! Bar God! You'll get no turn to reach My pistol will give you the floor like it's your turn to speak This is not a Bulls game Listen, guy, ain't no talkin' His Desert Eagle is my version of triangle offense You feel (Phil) me? You a snitch A shot through your chest will leave your heart damaged Simply 'cause I was taught to air a rat (Ararat) like where the Ark landed Do you believe in a parallel universe? I do, that shit is all terror I taught my cousin to hold the handle, later on I was his pallbearer Small errors in this city and ya soul get lift You won't make it to yo' 60's, you better watch who you Rollin' with I told this bitch, you can't leave L.A. until you fight us nigga For him, this an away game but they still gotta United Center I sneak in his house at 3 AM, he finna bleed hella shit Then snap on him while he asleep like a side bitch that need evidence You try to stop Danny rise? I'll personally see to it that your family dies Them .357 rounds longer than the space between Brandy's eyes! He must be on mo' E should (Moesha) he think the Bar God losin' to him I'll shoot his niece at a theme park: let's see if that's amusin' to him Danny gat strapped on the waist like a fanny pack The code word: Master P and his brothers That mean his whole family whacked! Fuck rappin', I'll head shot this nigga, now the plot has thickened You'll be lying in front of this crowd faster than a politician When we rappin', you can only talk shit, you don't have no options In this ring, I can punch in (and) air: that's shadowboxing Get your shadow boxed in You on the ground with this shit This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit YIKES! [Round 1: Young Kannon] It's about goddamn time, but you must be out yo' goddamn mind You can't get rid of a real live devil Aak You thinkin' it's sweet as Sugarhill, die when I O.D. in the buildin', that's Roemello pops Metal cock, you the Bar God? Well, let's see if ya title worth it Don't gas this false prophet, what he preach trash and we don't buy bull verses I got plenty things, to niggas 'bout business discussin' heavy cream I'm a universal charger: I got a plug for everything! It's the shark in ya waters, my soldiers will let the semi sing Is Dan a Marine? No, he a Dolphin that never let it ring! Let's set the scene, 'cause I'm from where they pay rent off nickle dollars from dope heads But Danny be flexin' like he hittin' licks on coke bread Chopper to him like, "Open the safe." He frontin' like he got no bread Cool, if there's any loot in it, Dan, I'm knockin' off both legs! I got L.A. connects too, my Damu's will bring the slugs out Let the fire fly, spray ya pest aside if he bug out Hit ya mug, blaow, for tryin' to play the thug route Make a movie in L.A.: a Vato send blood in to leak blood out! Cause my kin evil, he'll die like Knievel if he more than stunt Four's will dump Have a dummy runnin': that's Forrest Gump Rumble in the Octagon if he wanna front If Dan severin' (Severn) a beast, I crack him like Brock Lesnar when I'm on the hunt Who gon' stop me? Ya Bloque of Writer's? Go to Hell they lyin' I edged Big Kannon, that's when they found out this ese fire Magic, JC, Chilla, Danja, all took L's, they tried it I been burnt the block (Bloque) down: it's the L.A. riots! This the main stage, I ain't come to toy wit' 'em, I'm lil' boyin' him 30 hangin' out for no reason: the clip loiterin' I'm a legend in the hood, the one that young hustlin' thugs idol We both nice, but I ain't suck dick to get a buzz like you We can war reckless with hammers or precision kill with one rifle Surf through the Ave and Roc you know what the Guns Titled Heater tuck, Cave nigga cut from a different breed of pups With two clips, you can eat in this order (disorder) Best believe me a (bulimia) you'll get clocked by ya bed for snoozin' Get two alarms, we from the school of the hard knocks, the ski mask the uniform, I call the welders up That mean they put in work in the hood and they know how to use the torch Click then point at his whore's (horse) head, that's a unicorn Write a hate letter to his wife, end it with a passionate "Fuck you" Crush glass in the palm of my hand, smackin' ya mother Ratchets is dumpin' Silencer on the strap. clap it and slump him (*Choo choo choo choo choo choo choo*) He ain't know if he was in L.A. or the African jungle! Are you from L.A., Vegas, Michigan, New York? We all confused on where you holdin' ya block I'm from Chiraq, yeah, we notorious for throwin' them shots 1800, what I lick will get poured in ya top We Ghostbusters, so if Dan act 'roid (Aykroyd), what's in the backpack will put a nigga's soul in a box Let's keep it a buck: in battle rap, I'm one of the niggas you admire My kill list a mile long, and now I'm 'bout to add Myers You animated? Creep wit' the long nose: Quagmire Then roast him some more with the sticks That's when my camp fire Yeah you cool wit' me, but I know niggas that can't stand Myers Put two dots on ya neck like you got bit by a vampire One call to my nigga Fat Mack, he hold it by the belt You get somethin' blunt to the head, it leave you smokin' by yourself Ya lil' group been breakin' up, bro, but after this, I'll retire the Bloque Y'all had good battles, but y'all nowhere higher in stock Yeah it's Gang, but I'm my own boss, like it or not I joined the Cave men because I made fire wit' Roc Southside! [Round 2: Danny Myers] I'ma wait til all y'all leave, no witnesses Slap this nigga in the head with the semi You right, this is the L.A. riots, snatched his bitch out his whip like Reginald Denny I give my nigga a penny, he runnin' up on you and you will tumble Fuck the African jungle: we gon' drop him off in the real jungle! I don't know what in the fuck made you think you can see me, nigga A shot through a Chicago knee is really the PG killer You know what I Rose through I had to get in this game from the outside Did years of classics and finally gettin' respect, it's about time You be gettin' niggas locked up, all at the precinct with your mouth wide Apparently Lloyd ain't the only nigga singin' on the 'Southside' Mama should've told me what? Days like this? Nigga, my mama shot up in front of me and said, "Don't risk AIDS like this." I wanted to be champion of the world, like Mayweather on a fight scene But seein' my mama with a crack pipe interfered with my pipe dreams This might seem too real but those that battle me knows I draw portraits with this black ink in my reality shows But don't go tit for tat If we beefin', ain't no gettin' back You'll be lucky if you can have a open casket with yo' shit intact We different black They don't get the same feelin' when we spittin' raps You got bars but there's something called "authenticity" and you missin' that You should be legend status, this is somethin' I thought about a while It's 'bout how you carry yourself, how you dress, it's all about ya style But act stupid they gon' see our fallin' out is wild With this Mossberg, I pump fakes like I'm tryin' to draw the foul I started in South Central among the chaos Damn, shit corny It was rooted in me, these cops wanna plant shit on me So I had to leave and branch out Trust my talent and believe the flow Now I'm back on my home soil just happy that my seeds can grow What you need to know, I don't leave the house without the damn protection So you can die or either hand me the money like you ambidextrous This what ya man expected After this battle he gon' eat the loss He gon' get his bread from KG, shake some of y'all hands, he gon' greet the boss While he think the Uber takin' him back to the airport it's speedin' off To drop him off to the Mexicans like Denzel did to Ethan Hawke Ain't no need to talk, but it better be respectful if you speak to Myers If ya audio ain't correct you gettin' choked out with the speaker wire Think mosquito in Brazil The long nose will fuck up ya baby before it's even born like the Zika Virus Scope attachments, magazines and silencers are for the hostiles Bitch, this assault rifle got more connections than the Rothschilds They say that $12,000 made me look bad, ruined my career, that's what the best think Well if that's true, how come I'm here and Rex ain't? I tarnished the legacy of a legend and he was one of the best dudes But I guess only Bolo will understand that Chess (chest) move You ain't worth a punch, I got somethin' special for you I'll backhand you so hard cops can use the echo for proof The metal will shoot, fatal wound, face it you dyin' Fuck ya funeral, tell ya mama it's too late for the cryin' Cause when it's beef, I tell my niggas "Mike Tyson's Punch Out cheat code" That means skip the fights and go straight to the Iron! I am, the greatest ever and you on the ground with this shit This wack MC got a whole 'nother round of this shit YIKES! [Round 2: Young Kannon] Whooo that shit was crack I mean in your rounds you actually say some shit that's impressive But outside the ring you do lame shit to make yo' G shit come into question You try to walk that tight rope between creative and corny as fuck You don't believe me? Well watch and learn this lesson Cause a nigga always wanted to try a Danny Myers impression Now you'd think I'd be hype "It could be you and nine of yo' niggas guaranteed we 'bout that action witcha Think athlete's foot, you'll see the can' spray ten actin' (Tinactin) niggas We clappin' triggers I'm quick to rock a fella (Rocafella) but I don't rap wit' Jigga I'm 'bout to fuck this nigga live up like a Kardashian sister Bar God!" Shut the fuck up with that super-villain voice! Jumpin' 'round on the stage lookin' stupid The only thing worse than your actual performance is ya music Have any of y'all heard a Danny Myers song? You? You? Exactly Shit get Frisbee'd freshly out the Jeep Rollin' a blunt on your mixtape is disrespectful...to the weed! You can't fuck 'round on me I'm thinkin' OJ Mayo, if I test ya substance you gettin' drug out the league I catch him in his Vegas crib, bookin' battles on his mobile phone The torch flame his top like Joe Pesci when he Home Alone In other words, I'm tryin' to hurt him in his place My Warriors got a new shooter, pull up from 30 with the tre Ya blood will splash, brother get him buried in a day I brought the K to L.A. why I'm the Thompson's what I Curry (carry) in The Bay From Culver City to Long Beach I'm blowin' loud like a megaphone Unstoppable in the game; Bo Jackson in Tecmo Bowl Ninja Turtles get metal to they grill when I shred a (Shredder) dome Cause I roll with the metal 'round like the Technodrome That heat'll seek ya, try to outrun death you'll meet the reaper Shit'll clap, get ya chicken wrap, who need a pita? Baby nine, bullet holes the size of Reese's Pieces I'll black and have it fly through ya field I'm Jeepers Creepers Me and my niggas, we either ten or twenty years in, down to ride From youngins in the park to teenagers wit' heart, breakin' down the pies Danny come reckless we gon' bring yo' demise I got code words for each of 'em and every one applies My nigga T-Guns, he specialize in weapons trainin' and makin' bones break Former Marine with PTSD so ain't no zone safe He .50 caliber certified but he prefer tuckin' the chrome .8 His word, "Pinch runner" cause I make the hit but he gon' slide to ya home base My nigga LuLu? Pot head savage He don't give a shit 'bout niggas You better be cut from that cloth if that nigga get witcha Or it's black bags, slow songs, niggas pourin' out liquor His word, "Crop 'em" cause he flash the cannon and cut niggas out the picture My nigga A Willa, king of finesse I swear it's like a gift with the boy His code, "Santa Claus" cause he'll slay (sleigh) ya roof then end up in ya crib wit' the toy I just speak on my environment, we relate to niggas that work the hammer You get a 100 from an ese (essay) like you got perfect grammar He said, "A sacrificial lamb to a GOAT, nigga impossible." I'm on the grind to get a fruit served, fuck a Jamba Juice Rob who? We zip up sneakers: Dennis Rodman shoes I'm a psycho crusher, click the M by son (Bison), the flame leave his body blue Off the dope I brought the traffic, I should get indicted The illest fighter Fei Long: the punches back to back but everything I kick is fire The mil' put ya man to sleep when I give ya nigga itis Then jack ya whip with the metal but we ain't switchin' tires We should give Vicki to Brizz She tired of you so she'll let the homie try it I bet son get piped to the head like Opie dyin' You gettin' killed twice as bad every round, let's multiply it Droppin' 60 and leavin' L.A. that's word to Kobe Bryant Southside! [Round 3: Danny Myers] I'ma catch you in yo' whip then wet you wit' the shit I would've fucked yo' hoe but that's disrespectful to my dick Obama don't give a fuck about Chicago and that makes you look real stupid On top of that, y'all gave us Chief Keef, Crucial Conflict and drill music I loved 'Adrenaline Rush' and Cap One, niggas was rhymin' poem Chicago rappers used to be sick at least that nigga Common cold Big T ain't got a third of yo' skill yet he's three times as popular That's further proof you a fuckin' lame and ya own city don't rock witchu Bitch I'll put the Glock to ya, but I ain't gotta be up close when it's time to clap him Cause that sniper rifles sings in the same range as Yolanda Adams I know ya mind is backwards, while my nuts stay inside her mouth Cause when the lights go out I break her (breaker) box on the side of yo' house My pen game incredible, and to this point I've been a man of patience Cause they only mention my energy and certain motions that my hands is makin' Y'all missin' the genius behind it It's like a Disney movie, cause there's actually a hidden message within my animation I catch this nigga slippin', in his driver seat, dump fo' in his chest Then keep shootin' at the right side of the bucket like I can't go to my left Ya flow is a mess, nigga, run up on me and get yo' ass buckled I'll let the fo' ring on his face like brass knuckles We past scuffles, it's prison or death, ain't nothin' next for us The irony, we don't become holy until bullets exit us (Exodus) The TEC will bust, these niggas is crazy, they'll hurt ya soul First they'll appeal you then blow this bitch up, that's birth control Let's get personal, let's talk about yo' life and how you live it up Never mind, fuck personals cause personally I don't give a fuck But I slap niggas in person, per persona and I burst the shell And I slap yo' bitch then give her purse to my personnel These bullets personalize every person knows he can't be winnin' wit' 'em And they know Danny's lyricism is similar to anti-semitism Cause I seek hidden jewels, who gas these niggas? Get out my face, once we work out what Hollow cost (Holocaust) he'll come across bent outta shape I can who you cannot see (Nazi) You proud of bein' a killer of the PGs? That's like bein' happy about averaging ten points in the D league I come to the south side aim at your throat and let the mil' spark twice Them gon' be the ugliest shots in Chicago since Bill Cartwright You should've thought twice I hold the Hawk tight, I'll smoke this bastard I'ma put rounds all over his body like motion capture Fuck who's the dopest rapper This about popularity and all this stupid stuff If it was about skill we'd be in the conversation with Mook and Lux So what does this do for us? About 200,000 views They'll say we sick with pens Then a Charlie Clips battle gon' come out and everybody gon' be on his dick again That's why I'm sick within But etch my legacy with the most gifted men I'm from an era when it wasn't about performance only yo' spit could win Listen, we different friend I'm tryin' to get out the dope game, what I'ma do next? I seen family's separated by a couple bricks; that's a duplex Get ya crew stretched You teamed up with Tay Roc? You gon' ride this man's dick? I knew niggas weren't loyal after I seen the Verizon man switch Tay Roc, you think you scarin' us talkin' 'bout squarin' up? Okay fair enough Y'all gon' see me throw Roc(k) against the window like I ain't tryin' to wake her parents up And you on the ground with this shit Thanks the Lord he ain't got another round of this shit Yikes! [Round 3: Young Kannon] That was cool but I don't think that's enough to get past me hater Cause you're on cam' tryna Roc(k) climb but I'm the American Gladiator You told Bigg K, "my crew is like niggas in Italian suits, we got mob ties" You a bitch tryin' to fit in with the killers, you the mob wives I'm one of the coldest with the flow jerk But they say since I do gun bars I don't got a growth spurt But I break niggas down every battle, watch me show work Danny a nice guy, nothin' about him says he'll let that fo' burst You never had the text (TECs) to Boom, that's like you tryin' to expose Surf Danny said, "For this battle I'ma leave Earth." Oh that's yo' strategy? Challenge me Well I'm too down to Earth, my bars grounded in reality And I'ma spit somethin' Cause there's some bullshit you tried to sweep under the rug that got yo' fans bothered Like, why you ain't address your DM post and screen shots tryin' to call you a bad father? Now I know these hoes be trippin', but still I can't respect that shit All a man's got is his balls, word, rep, that's it She tried to take all three from you, my nigga And you ain't do nothin' but accept that shit You should've deleted that post, called that hoe, and checked that bitch! Because that type of shit nobody should be seein', right? But since it got exposed, he ain't defend himself, reply or commented But a nigga diss Writer's Bloque on another post, and he responded in five minutes! That's why Vicki got on Facebook shittin' on you Said you don't take care of home and it's sad to see This nigga put battle rap fame over his own family For that, I hope wifey go Waiting To Exhale ya cars and clothes on some goofy shit Daughter gets pregnant by a fuck nigga that leaves her, stupid bitch Streets take ya sons, teach him some lost nigga lessons on some ruthless shit Mr. Miyagi: they'll teach Daniel son how to raise arms and use the kick! You punk, I never, whoever try get live dump seven Back shot, have him walkin' like he nine months pregnant You kiss ass to be accepted but that just ruins ya rep dummy I'm in L.A. Gear, he gettin' lit up if he step funny I gotta question, how many of y'all seen that video with Danny lookin' shook when that chick Melissa Benz hugged him? That's how you know he don't load and clap it Off that clip alone, Danny be scared to hold the ratchet Provoke a savage, he on his block bluffin', hit the stop button When a bullet slip ya mind, it's apparent the four got somethin' How are you years older than me and I'm puttin' you on game? Lame Don Demarco, for shit like that we let it bang bang Two guns named Smack and Beasley Have ya clique yellin' out "Mayday!" 'Cause two bald heads will get you booked on the main stage My art official, you artificial This a rocket launcher to a starter pistol I slide the razor blade across ya name like the Rawkus symbol Whether I'm dolo or the crew run wit' me, it's a gun wit' me Kick from the .23 ain't fake, I ain't Rum Nitty I been 'bout that hustle shit Before the nursing home I seen a bunch of grams You don't wanna dance wit' the 80's, get to runnin' man Give you K's (UK's), run up in ya palace start buckin' HAM (Buckingham) Get son shot like a Marley even if he bought the Thunder Dan If you ask damn Daniel, he swear he 'bout that drug life But ain't do shit when Rex ran off on the plug twice I know, I know, I know, another 12K bar, right? Y'all prolly feelin' like that's a weak move But in the streets if you get robbed twice by the same nigga it never leaves you Catch Danny Hennessy'd up, clip him while he scummy Cause he got fly on his own his own cord like a nigga with a bungie Before it hit him in his skully, my code: Napoleon He gon' die no might (Dynomite) when Pedro wiggin' wit' a dummy A nigga told me, "What if Danny bring goons to try to press you?" I'm like, "Oh yeah? Well I'm elevators only. I bet not see no stairs (stares)." That fo' flare, you talk beef but you don't wanna go there The ratchet act out in public like, "Bitch I can't take yo' ass nowhere!" Ol' Koopa Troopa lookin' ass nigga I don't play like this I grind 24/7 everyday like this And I know he figured he wouldn't get slayed like this But ya mama should've told you it'd be days like this South side!
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