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[Round 1: Danny Myers] They think cause they got me in New York I'ma be outta my zone Well as long as there's gangstas and real niggas in the buildin' I'ma feel like I'm home A few years ago I witnessed Diddy give him $10,000 Well I'm 'bout to shoot this nigga so many times when the cops get to the scene they gon' be like, "Damn...did he give him ten thousand?" I've been wildin', shoot you comfortable from a foldin' chair So used to the handle bein' on my stomach, sometimes I don't even know it's there Two .25's and a Mossberg, which one I use to get him gone? It's only right I extinct T-Rex usin' a little arms Nigga, what you know about...fuck it, I ain't gonna go that route Cause I'ma say some shit these people ain't supposed to know about But I paid you out my pocket, all drug money cause I have a skill But some niggas know that I'm workin' with a half a mil' Remember, Half-A-Mil? One of his best songs was Some Niggas See these are the type of lessons I gotta teach to these dumb niggas You ever ran up on a nigga and let it slide like, "Forget about it." Then turn around in a moment of shock cause yo' nigga shot him? I've been a problem, from long range I've got high percentage I'll show you how to put a mask over your face like a flight attendant Bar God! I'm suppose to be humble cause you "a legend"? Fuck that, how clown? Shootin' at you from my balcony the only time I bow down On some real shit, my mama did 15 but ain't nothin' to me Cause my daddy did 20 but he back in doin' another 20 Who fuckin' wit' me? I'll run up with the TEC and I'm droppin' 'em K-Shine gon' be like, "Get that nigga Rex!...to the hospital" It's optional, I could put this down and grab the other piece You prolly got a tattoo with a half a heart and K-Shine got the other piece Don't fuck wit' me! I didn't set this battle up just to bring me stardom I set it up, to tell you to yo' face I'm the king of Harlem A west coast nigga, I'm here to check you nigga, in yo' motherfuckin' face I disrespect you nigga You only livin' cause a nigga like me let you nigga You died on the same day as your nephew nigga Rex, I silence the gat when I get close to ya I take the ring off before I get to the pussy like an adulterer I blaze heaters, everything I say is ether To you this is a battle but to me it's way deeper You said you hold yo' gun more than you hold yo' son Well that can't be true because to me it looks like you don't know how to raise either Them cave seekin', here's somethin' you should get straight first These people paid money, they ain't tryin' to hear a mixtape verse Don't spit that, that's only cool if we cipherin' It's only right he gets ten cent (sent) for recyclin' The portrait of a real nigga, that's what y'all get out these verses from me I guess all yo' .45's and MAC's sit next to yo' nursing degree We ain't got no CNA license, all my niggas in the streets is doomed I guess you the same gangsta that'll shoot a nigga then go and treat the wound What kind of shit is that? You need lessons, step into my office, family So next round, fuck Rex, please let me talk to Randy I'll blam him, you on the ground with this shit This wack MC got another (two rounds of this shit) Yikes! [Round 1: T-Rex] It's like every time Danny call Beasley or Smack they change the date I only had to do that shit to show you this ain't the first time I made you wait You was all in every interview like, "I'ma do this" and "I'ma do that" Talkin' 'bout this $12,000 like there was ever really a chance of you gettin' it back He not knowin' that shit he was sayin' on the radio is the reason he might gettin' him clapped So nigga you was dead on yo' money I only did this for Smack I do what I wanna do nigga Every city, every state with my jewelry that's cause I'm comfortable nigga I took ya $12,000 and battled you when I wanted to nigga Ayo Shotgun Suge, that's how you pocket check a nigga without touchin' a nigga! Where I'm from, a nigga will kill a nigga over half a stack They fuck wit' me so much shit they'll prolly do it for half of that So imagine what they'll do to a nigga if I say he owe me a $12,000 stack Yo Lux, them niggas gon' start thinkin' like Ma$e, they lookin' past the (pastor) rap Tell Danny I got a box for him And them freckles don't look the same when there's stitches on top of 'em With a mask and a surgical gloves, I'll doctor him Have him hooked to so many cables they go optimum Ayo, I was goin' through some serious shit with my nephew when I almost decked you So I'm bein' real this is not the time That aggressive shit, only gon' get you shot and robbed Bunch of killers, slide and open the van like a soccer mom Like James Harden on a fast break, you see a Rocket fly I don't know what these niggas thought after that Clip's shit Cause I'm not no regular nigga And I was raised by a whole bunch of negative niggas No Swave but wit' that blade I'll sever (Sevah) a nigga You kiss the bow on camera like Erica nigga I'm shootin' until his camp done, it wasn't no kidnap money but when he saw me he ran some (ransom) Cocked it, put one in his leg, now he can't run I'm shootin' bad, holdin' me back now that's an And 1 They say that the sun bring out your freckles so you can see them joints Only thing science proves is that he'll show his true colors when the heat is on My waist is like a yellow cab that's what the meter on And I'll be all in his woman eyes (womanize) like I treat her wrong My young niggas know I send him them birds You niggas gon' shoot for me if I give him the word Broad day leave his shit on the curb It'll be sadder than when Boyz II Men was singin' The End Of The Road The revolver like laundry, I gotta spin it to load He fresh outta the drier, he finna get fold Hollow tips starts rippin' his bones He was shot from head to toe, there's even bullets in the tip of his toes I give you what you need cause I'ma boss If you buy enough of this shit, I'll even come drop it off Weed, coke, hard or soft I'm sellin' fish scale, I use the baking soda as the tarter sauce Let him get hype with I (eye) and I'm a lash out Aim a pistol at him, that bitch nigga might pass out When nothin' fuckin' happened like spendin' the night at Jaz' house Ayo Lux a whole bag full of guns, shit'll look like I'm takin' the trash out See I'm leavin' wit' this nigga head Y'all already know my slogan (This nigga dead!) No, no, no it wasn't funny he dead I leave him like Sonny he dead I was serious, this was for Smack cause for yo' money you dead Bitch nigga [Round 2: Danny Myers] Charlie Clips exposed you put yo' fingers in yo' ass Damn, what happened B? Normally, I get criticized for all the hand shakes and dappin' G But not this battle, that friendly shit couldn't get in my plans I'm in yo' face you already got some shit on yo' hands Bar God! I promise nigga, look me in my eyes and be honest nigga Have you ever felt the weight of killin' another man on yo' conscious nigga? My nigga Black was like, "I don't give a fuck if they ever find this nigga." Cause Black Thought that shit was Common like a conscious nigga I'll knock you unconscious nigga My savagery beyond this nigga That .50 Cal has seven motherfuckas behind this nigga We used to have family dinner at a round table Real niggas can bare wit' me Death has taken us, every year you notice a different chair empty That's why I keep a flare wit' me Hood life will never change My niggas walkin' around wit' bullets in they body but only feel 'em when the weather change Beretta's bang, I'll bury you, crazy anonmyous They gon' have to dig up Rex with a paleontologist Bar God! Bitch nigga like you can get exposed Real quick I lift his soul I'm in his bushes, crouched down with the deuce like a prison pose My nigga got the camcorder filmin' the whole shit So when I spark the gun Bullets Smack you, end your career on DVD like where it started from You keep seein' that same car drive by you, we in the backseat gettin' them gats together That Millennia passed you five times, that's the Jurassic era But the sixth time we stopped, hop out, that's when yo' ass in terror Bars from Brazil, start kickin' wit' a rhythm; that's Capoeira Bar God! Amazin' bars, sometimes they even amaze me Shatter his jaw, he'll be Pieces Of A Man like AZ I got a small gun that'll bury a nigga like eight feet And a large one that'll give him a wake (awake) but he stay sleep I ride through Harlem in a tinted Lex. lookin' for this nigga Rex Anybody on the internet wit' a little bit of intellect Will tell you this is up close and personal there won't be no indirects Bullets goin' into Rex, that'll be the end of Rex Knockin' out his Memorex, niggas won't remember Rex I've been a threat, gun on his forehead leave his brains smoke Between the streets and battle rap, I'm the missin' link like my chain broke Me and this nigga ain't the same folks I'm better than all the prior greats I'm the new legend, get this washed up nigga outta Myers' face When I first pulled the trigger, I couldn't get it to fire straight I had to get used to lickin' that shit like an acquired taste I'll chase this nigga down his fire escape If me and this guy fight, then mase him But if he come back for the second time I'll see that he find Christ You know when Ma$e came back for the second time he found Christ You like to take a whole bunch of filler bullshit and make it sound nice This crowd nice, you came from the old era to the new battles But no matter what you do, yo' legacy will forever be in Mook's shadow Dot Mobb, Harlem niggas, all the men were snitches No wonder we use a Dot to end a sentence Bare witness! I'll run up on him with the .45 smokin' You said you wasn't gon' blink, you right cause you down wit' yo' eyes open The God's spoken and you on the ground wit' this shit This wack MC got a whole 'nother round of this shit Yikes! [Round 3: Danny Myers] I hired you to do this battle, then I was like, "Hold up. Wait I gave this nigga a job and on his first day he shows up late." You ain't no different than nobody else, you just another nigga to wil' on When a stoned Miles choked in front of Lux, Lux hit a milestone You peep that, I give 'em props But fuck Lux and Mook I get 'em shot Bullets will change the landscape of yo' city that's the Harlem Renaissance You ain't gotta look for beef, but if you prefer searchin' I make sure a meetin' witchu and Lucifer for certain When a Ruger burst curtains While you was playin' first person shooters I was taught to shoot the first person! My niggas sported blue rags, Dickie suits, curb servin' Herb burnin', School Of The Hard Knocks but we learn from it Cali life is stressful, it ain't all glory nigga My uncle jumped from the 15th floor, I got stories nigga I was crossed like a white Klan, [?] damn hood I'm in Thinkin' 'bout my nigga Young B and what his lifespan coulda been You killed a nigga over yo' chain? Well Lux should've told you it wasn't worth it, over somethin' the white man put us in Put I ain't like the nigga you got, I'll put you in the grave Rex I'ma take the chain off this pussy like slave sex My niggas shoot random inside yo' house with the gauge, TEC's And hope shit turns out negative like an AIDS test I got a bitch posted in yo' area, she a born thug, bad She only two miles away and ready to bang like a PornHub ad Bar God! Every battle Danny spazzin', oh jeah I'm 'bout to do Randy, Savage If there's a crown in this battle shit, I'm destined to get it I open my coat and show this nigga the second ammendment No question I'm wit' it You ain't got to wonder where them cans are It's like you feel out with that nigga from Dot Mobb, you ain't fuckin' with Dan bars We plan ours, kick the back do' in then them guns follow Smack ya brother, whoever make a move, get dumb hollows Any silly shit, you'll drum swallow I'll snatch the pad out yo' baby mother's panties and squeeze the blood into yo' son bottle Sit her bitch ass down and force her to feed it to him Write, "My son is a faggot" and force you to read it to him What's happenin' Rex? You a ho ass nigga I don't like lames, this bullet belt across my chest lookin' like a bike chain My fight game, you ain't know I was that damn cruel? I'll back hand you 'til they gotta cat scan you Black van crew, any nigga on my team will beam him I'll make you talk to the can' like tin cups with the string between 'em Bar God! Even if he tried to shoot me, I already figure he'll miss me Why? Well Hell, his trigger finger is shitty I rise champ, hit the block, grind and provide camp I'm eatin' you for every time my mama was denied stamps You ain't nowhere near protection I'll grab a Tommy and drain a drum like I'm tryin' to heal an ear infection My cousin was like, "Rex really wit' that shit. Don't call him a bitch or a bitch ass nigga." I said, "You know what I'ma do to this bitch you bitch ass nigga?" It really seems like I'm tryin' to kill this nigga by any means You went from 12/12 skinnies to dressin' like you 12 in some skinny jeans {Rex makes them call time}
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