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[Round 1: Danny Myers] You been in God mode? Fuck that This nigga just tryna seem hard I'll bring four in (foreign) pussy back like he tryna get a green card These bars? Forget it, in my waist is where the banger looms Y'all seen how I trained X man, now I'm in Danja room? The pain consumes, but I'm back with several enhancements The .40 take out his ribs cause this Maryland man sinned (Marilyn Manson) When y'all hear them, it be a bunch of filler, see these niggas playin' I throw sharp rounds off the gate like Ninja Gaiden! You got beef in yo; heart? Well bitch nigga you not alone We move in on 'em with no agreement... that's a squatter home! I'm a rider Zone, I'll find out where you be at and yo position homie I do this, by having niggas tail (tell) you like they snitchin' on me! The Smith is on me, you see in 2 years what I've accomplished? Being from the West and killin' the East is what I encompass! I don't know where my mind went, I just know I'll commit the crime tense All because of small words, I promise they'll never find (fine) prints Before you would begin a verse, you used to have dinner first Then three battles later, that gypsy hit you with the Thinner curse Face a winner first, nigga you done ran into a freight train It takes a big dog to show you you ain't great, Dan'! (Dane) The ,8 bang, I'll catch em with his bitch, I'll let the kids observe 2 shots...they sink next to each other like "His" and "Hers"! This the word, you yo' brother's keeper even through bloodshed Well look at yo' career, and look at yo' brothers....nuff said! A year ago, I was liable to send shells But nowadays beef with me entails A coat hanger through ya stomach draggin out ya entrails Then flying a jet over ya house releasing a cloud of Chem-trails We got a problem please don't let me get near tre I'll blow off a nigga ear and tongue over hearsay If I flash it, I might as well kill you, I'm puttin lead in ya face Cause even if I'm 'Missing You' I'm still catching a Case The beef is back, the heat'll clap til his meat detach Choke em from behind with a shoe lace... That's the sneak attack I keep a strap, with these sub machines we ain't bogus That extended gives us 70...to ours (72 hrs) like a 3-day notice Bar God! Bitch I really hustle, I move zones, I've earned my splendor We from the same the crew, but right now I gotta burn a member Nigga God sent you here But I was taught when you receive unsolicited mail you return to sender Remember, these young niggas can't rap with me Cause I'm bout to turn 36 Zone...that's the key (ki) I shoot up ya house, ya innocent mother be in a blood pool Bullets be crackin the walls like a drug mule Wait...Crack in the walls? Drug mule? It's hopeless you rookie When you behind these bars you better have something dope in you pussy And even though he already on the ground with this shit This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this shit Yikes! [Round 1: Danja Zone] The Messiah of metaphors, the Sultan of similes The Bar God … you have got to be shitting me That's a Dan that goes loco, spazzing lyrically? Till I parallel park on his head, picture that Sedan… He’ll have a photo graphic memory Cannons flashin till it be, hot as hell, and my wrist fracture Stick daggers, in clowns that say I ain’t got that “IT” factor He’ll have a still frame if this caps ya But my hand still waving like I tried to develop the pic' faster He Mick Jagger, Pop's a Rolling Stone wit hella kids and My bars set records you can’t bear but let’s begin this Dismantle guys, that's camera shy, these special lenses Will have his kids see they Papa rot see (paparazzi) how I bring the press to niggas!? He came reppin, but left martyr Went to war wit JC and Zay to show who the best Carter Every punch may not connect partner But even my misses son niggas...so let’s take it a step farther But this ain’t school daze, this day? You brave But any other too scary for us (forest), like an MK 2 stage This new age, I can’t lose wave, is true talent That boot phase? Just say I put a end to the shoes and found a New Balance New 9 if, I come off the hip and it cock You dyin, that bitch finna pop Like it heard “CASH MONEY RECORDS TAKIN OVA FOR THE 9-9 AND THE 2000!” You wildin, thinkin it’s daisies and sunflowers, til he smelling gun powder Ya bitch can’t leave this event if you got my bucks coward And some how ya, Detect if Carter’ll lee ya partner, stuck in TRAFFIC, like it’s Rush Hour You washed up, rush shower, to keep it simple Weak bladder, I need the pistol 40 at ya door, I had Carlisa get you But this old fuck knockin at 40's door, Jai Smoove gon think she cheatin with you See the issue? He’s not the most elite of writers But deserves an Oscar for actin, that's bologna, what makes you think we need a Myers? You stupid, keep that scene, wit Prince Hakeem, in mind cause They ain’t seen a dickhead get washed since shorty said “The royal penis is clean your highness!” See I write this, for the pride and glory You might wanna leave me alone, that's not a threat, that a promise, sorry You know? Like a lending signed agreement? As far as lines, explaining Montessori niggas, iz a different kinda teaching I’m, without reachin, the reason he sad lookin On E, you're in obedient school and ain't seen this many ass whoopins And even though you already on the ground with this shit Lou Rawls still got 2 more, new, raw, RuPaul, gettin dragged through the roof, floor Rounds of this shit, and I’m in his town in this bitch! YIKES! [Round 2: Danny Myers] Aspect, KG.. why y'all had to gimme Carter? Well this knife work'll set precedence after I Jimmy Carter! I'll slap the shit out you with the burner, I ain't got to bang the steel You gets no respect 'round here, fuck how Danja feel (Dangerfield)! Go get yo' niggas, bitch I'll dump all those marks You'll be jumped and I'll get the battery charge like the car won't start! Y'all severed, the Bar God'll fall never Me being in the ring is a part of my Creed like Carl Weathers! I fire shots, I don't give a fuck that yo' vest is dope These licks gone show up on yo neck like a Mexican throat! Ya set's a joke, and that bitch you with is a cum drinker That hoe be quick off the draws (drawers) like a gunslinger! But here's the humdinger, I spit punches with several behind it So if Zone won (one), it better be the first level on Sonic I'm demonic! You want combat? I got the Sig' (cig') prepared fa ya You can get smoke in the rain like a hidden character! Shootin' that chopper is like cleaning the house...cause if we are beefin' First I pick up the big shit then I start sweepin' Ya hearts beatin', this a straight killa v. a fake Chilla This nigga get beat to the Heavens like J Dilla I'm way illa, these bars are a rare level They blindly throw shots at the god....I dare devils (Daredevil)! So you takin' ya family campin' huh? Well let me show you how real it get I never been in the Army, but I'll find ya camp site and mil a tent! (Militant) Bar God! His back turned, I creep with the steel down low Them shots'll lift the back of his shirt like Miltown Bloe! This a real town ho, we all seen some cold shit When I pulled out them mad macs (Mad max) his car seen (car scene) the whole clip Fo' spit, they remind me of He Man when ya boy get at em You should see how these Battle Cats cringe when something pointed at em I'll pimp yo bitch, but I don't want her, nigga the whore is yours I'm just tryna make a flip off the box like Storage Wars Look inside my mind, all you'll see is corridors, a rap horror lord 3 enter ya chest I'll watch his aura pour Of course it's war, you fuckin with a specialist Nigga yo mama church wouldn't understand what my method is (Methodist)! I prefer the revolver, we ain't doin none of that fisticuffs scufflin' Cause I hate when the cock jam like when Pits get stuck fuckin! I'm pissed enough cousin, you can lose ya dome and center So you can book any way you want like "Choose your own adventure"! This loser gone remember, I see plenty hate This Uzi that I rock (Iroc) will give Z 28 Bar God! You goin' into a panic sucka? You see... L.A. what I been brewin' like the O'Bannon brothers The cannon touch ya, leg shot, he'll limp when he catch lead Believe me, the MAC 90'll put pimp on his death bed Mac? 90? Pimpin'? Fuck it you on the ground with this shit This wack MC got a whole nother round of this shit Yikes! [Round 2: Danja Zone] Y’all seen Paid in Full, right? Good I got a bar for every freckle on ya face… Like ain’t nuttin bout that classic, save ya crowd reaction You get hearsed, then rehearsed, I ain’t bout the practice Plus without the masses Or the lens, I’da put a point thru his frame like Calvin glasses Tragic, you just mad cause you not Carter The team hot, but you not…Ron Harper As long as the Price is Right, like Bob Barker I’m here to kill niggas buzz like a Fly swatter Ya bitch? I’ll break her jaw, like a Gobstopper Once I put something in her cheeks like The Godfather My barz make the sky darker, be very worried Bitch got me pissed, cause it’s a mark in my territory F stories, how you palm ratchets, I’m a God at that And ain’t come to play Danny, like Bob Sagat Crib full of kids, guess he think family matters Till I’m in that full house wit heat that’ll make Danny Tanner! I got a bar for every freckle on ya face… Cause you a coward Fuck Dan, and ya pansy family tree, it’z a difference between ya oak and ours Say he sold some ganja, it don’t matter HOW HIGH da, potent power Cause the answer for testin me, is I’ll roll up and smoke his patna! Wash him, give him that Ivory feel, ranked highly in skill So the raps and verses, you was in the back rehearsin Ain’t even scratch the surface The west’ll cosign him until They see you’z a bird without claws, but even wit’em you talentless (talon-less) still So how does it feel!? I’ll give ya bitch the D and ya lower tier, just a mere mortal Fuck who you pray to, if you prey to a predator, I don’t even appear normal Not to mention, my dimensions, is real portals Ya style? Ewww, I’m ill, shocked? I’ll make it clear for you MARCO POLO… Meaning you jumped in a pool, and lost sight of who’s in it, but listen, I feel for you Cause I got a bar for every freckle on ya face… But let’s take a different route Ya bitch box I dig it out, all in this nigga house Playin 2K, online, under yo PSN account Ya bitch about, BBCs and I’ma bigger factor Know the difference between who been a factor and benefactor I know how to get her, and what to give her after I know Vicky see KRIT, must got a thing for Mississippi rappers What I give her? Half a, horse dick, divorce Vick She say you no where NIA LONG, so I HALFWAY A SISTA, then give her SOMMORE dick! That bar slick, just wasn’t raw or that vicious ‘Less you consider, Nia Long and Sommore is half sistas To the west you a disgrace Ya rhymes is wack, I’m flyin' back Wit his head up in a case And why is that? Cause bitch! I got a bar for every freckle on ya face And even though he already on the ground with this shit He want war, wit one more, dumb whore, he done, TF you come for!? Round of this shit and I’m in his town in this bitch YIKES! [Round 3: Danny Myers] MBK, DMV, I'm sorry that ya man is gone That chopper evacuate niggas wherever it's landin', Zone Bitch I'll sleep yo ass, first it's the hands chokin' ya Then I'll stab yo' circle like I ain't got a can opener! When I say "Nobody move!," I mean that shit, don't act like you don't know me fucker Even ya son can die just reachin' for the bottle like Stony brother I'll use a pair of shears if I ain't carrying TECs Y'all gone watch me scissor this bitch like lesbian sex We either let off nice shots, or knife spots til our life stops We gone have to get each other bitch like wife swap! Go head and run nigga, I'ma let two cans bust And put 10 on a nigga back like two hand touch I'm too damn much, avoid the gun fight or ya roof get hit Steve Francis showed us niggas out of Maryland can't shoot for shit You stupid bitch, I'll show up on yo block with a extra clip My patience...zero, so you gone be the first nigga to catch the shit He's my student, on yo tier list, I ain't worried 'bout who's the highest As long as I'm not (knot) next to the pupil like a stye is You try to hide from me nigga? Well bitch I'ma find ya Shoot the hoe, watch where ya mother land (motherland) like a trip to Rwanda I'll carve words into ya chest, then throw ya body in a coffin So when I say you're in grave (engraved) Danja that's a triple entendre Nigga, I'm a monster Step yo' ho ass outside, the heat can burn I shoot niggas in they throats if we ain't on speaking terms I heard you been plottin on me, y'all been plannin' to find me That's cool, cause me myself I been plannin a homi! I'll turn ya man to salami Believe me, it's in my gene a (Gina) to make a Cole look a like become friends with a Tommy! The canon beside me You need to watch who you stand in front of, and the niggas that's standin' behind me! God damn this a body! They shoulda gave you the info what you was in fo' I pull a gun while he holdin a celly to his temple I'll shoot him while he holdin' his Samsung Fragments of it go in his wrist, I embed the Note in his arm like Memento! I am mental! I run in his house with no kinda patience It'll be my pleasure to tie this nigga up like a Dominatrix This my time of greatness, first I focus My pen is crazy, the flow is clean like reverse Osmosis Bar God! I'll spread out pieces of you, after I chop you with a sword til you die Your dependents will only know where a fourth of you lie (4th Of July) Ya sources were right, faggot! I did say, "Fuck My Brother's Keeper" I'ma fuck yo bitch and when I'm done I'll let my brother keep her! The snub'll reach ya, I'll walk up on you and fire 3 shots The rounds of fire were mentioned in the Bible...I am Enoch! I'm from Cali, but these bars register in other states It's only right the DMV gave me another plate I'm fuckin great, and you on the ground with this shit Thank the Lord he don't got another round of this shit Yikes! [Round 3: Danja Zone] On the 7th day, God rested, think about that…cause I really want ya’ll to hear me out Cause if you susceptible to sleepin, you susceptible to dreamin So tell me…what you think Gods have nightmares about? Now if you even think you know, I want you to answer me then And if you don’t it’s cool, but in a minute, I’ma ask you again For now, I’m back in attack mode Some asshole, said I look like dude from Martin, which is factz though Should recognize the KING in the middle, of speakin in riddles Yea nigga, I’m Nat Cole! Act bold, the gauge’ll lift him Fried a grape, a month later, Danja back in California raisin niggas Errythang I say is vicious, my nina clap wit no legs But my Dame kicks, like I’m bringin back the Pro Keds You ain’t better than Ooops, Day, J, Magic, Jones, Ced That's Nitty, Kannon, 4-0, Trez You in the, lineup so far down, we can’t see you like B. Magic’s fo’head That's why we did this in ya city Danja, made ya, eulogy, in a gated community And he still defenseless against me! But since we, gon begin there nucka It's apparent I been killin…I’ll make ya men end EZ like a Menendez brova You faggot you Not street enough for this avenue Gut punches, hand ova his stomach Losin is absolute! To rap wit you, is overkill Give him a can it could show who real Wantin wreck, A broken grill’ll give him that total feel Thinkin bein hood, in genetics, dese punchez’ll fuck up a nigga motor skills No forreal, won’t switch, I’ma use the same Fist, a contusion came Then I’ma bring it back like a boomerang Bruise him, the abuse and pain,’ll look like he tried, to kiss the side, of a moving train Fuck who you paid, I can’t control ya money But that alone shows, you can’t compare ya lil hungry, to 3rd world country Trust me, my hunger been, from 1 to 10, a hunnid den They think I suck my stomach in They can’t grasp the bars, I get across, I punch within, a jungle gym Try to write, like I write, you might, just lose a fuckin limb It’s tough findin, Blood Diamonds, so some content, with Jungle Gems Kids, you got a bunch of them Don’t wanna see them? Keep mugging den A dome shot’ll make it hard to thank, and wonder when Any nigga that stare’ll (sterile), draw a blank, can’t fuckin' leave or see their son (seed a son) again I'm gunnin them, I mean what else is there to talk about? Knew we'd meet, he'd freeze up before cooking, maybe you shoulda thought (thawed) this out If there was even a slight chance of doubt So let me ask you again what do Gods have nightmares about? The answer is terrorist attacks if I'm not mistaken For a rack (Iraq) he fucked, Danja's code name Saddam-a natrix So for the sake of conversation, why would you bring the BarGod to the spawn of Satan The abomination, next time you contemplating on that line don't ever cross that And before you even mention a nigga, say where your bars at? Off with his head, make some noise!
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