[Round 1: Danny Myers]
Aye it's true, my daughter's a stripper
When I found that shit out, it was soul stinging
And then it hit me, she just like her daddy, we both pole swingin'!
What you ‘bout 6’4", 6’5"?
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t slack on writin’
Y’all finna see me beat the skin off a giant; Attack On Titan
The MAC gone strike him
You got the reach, but I ain’t fightin’ with yo’ fake ass
I keep a beam, Suge a Ray’ll (Sugar Ray) give me the title in any weight class
The K blast, I’ll send him to Heaven when the thing blam
Even as an angel, this nigga still got me in the wingspan
This could get obscene fam'
Wе’ll stomp yo’ ass out, 'til his brain open
If he try to run, we’ll grab him by his nеcklace, and chain smoke him I’m from the projects, I make Snowfall, since a kid I formed a team to control the streets
You bump a nigga like “Don’t get close to me”
If I bump a nigga it's to show him the potency of the cocoa leaf is exactly what it’s supposed to be
Who holdin’ P’s?
I get a Tip on the Dro, then we blowin’ heat
You know it’s a hit they ain’t even get a chance to show the lean ('Shoulder Lean')
My flow esteemed
I thought Jersey niggas showed comradery
When we first saw you, you showed potential, then you started choking sloppily
Never made it to Arsonal and Surf status, shit remind me of Monopoly
“A Gatekeeper” has no chance to land on the property
Obviously he don’t got the crew that he think he got
Had this bitch laid in the hospital when he receive a shot
It’s his own mob waiting outside, he don’t see the plot
Y’all not a real family, and they gone kill this Big Pussy soon as he leave the doc (dock)
My Glock sing in Soprano, bitch I called you out early
When this make a Double Impact, it’s gone be Murda talk...all throughout Jersey
Dirty, I could hit him with the chop ‘til it lock but(t)
I turn it around and smack him in the jaw 'til it clot blood
Then I stopped to think about the fans that was tweeting me, my luck
They right, this nigga Shotgun fucked my stock up
You gone stop what?
Twork, O-Red, Arsonal, I’m killing niggas from them Jersey streets
Nostalgia, I’m 41 years old watching my 30 streak
Fat nigga journey peaked, Big T working out with my man Bizarre
You lost all that weight riding bikes and you still can’t handle bars?
Let’s switch gears, welcome to this land of ours
We got Semi’s, but my tool a fully
Rockstar games been showed me how to school a Bully
Y’all look foolish to me, ain’t nothing worse than enablers
Sometimes being the favorite doesn’t work in your favor
Ya verses are catered, you got the Brotherhood to lend you a pen
All you gotta do is not choke, and they give you the win
Y'all better listen again
My style compared to his, his shit is simple
They lower the bar for you but wanna keep me in limbo?
I need info
What ya life like? Fuck it I’ma do it first?
When an arsenal (Arsonal) said it didn’t know a Shotgun, I started believing in a Parallel Universe
Ruger work, the canon squeeze, nigga stop playing with me
Y’all seen The Crow, I’ll ring down a Shotgun like Brandon Lee
You a fan of me, I’m that nigga the “Who’s Who” choose
Yeah ya YouTube views grew, the leader of the new school crew, you?
Nah, you played out like Fat Albert, FUBU, troop suits, kangaroo shoes
My gang of goons shoot, screw loose ‘til the sun shine through ya moon roof
It’s a lose lose
Y’all confuse true lyricism with this dudes moves
No one convinced him, he ain’t got no quotes in his system
You can tap pockets, but when it comes to flow you can never go into this one
I’m going the distance, his face is miserable
This cadence giving you visual proof his fate is sealable (Syllable)
Please lame, refrain from hollering ya steet gang
Niggas always talkin' bout they cold until the piece flame
You bumped when I wasn’t looking, knocked me out the freeze frame
You dunked on me in that Nitty battle...basketball is a team game
The king reigns, and you on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit
Yikes!
Aye it's true, my daughter's a stripper
When I found that shit out, it was soul stinging
And then it hit me, she just like her daddy, we both pole swingin'!
What you ‘bout 6’4", 6’5"?
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t slack on writin’
Y’all finna see me beat the skin off a giant; Attack On Titan
The MAC gone strike him
You got the reach, but I ain’t fightin’ with yo’ fake ass
I keep a beam, Suge a Ray’ll (Sugar Ray) give me the title in any weight class
The K blast, I’ll send him to Heaven when the thing blam
Even as an angel, this nigga still got me in the wingspan
This could get obscene fam'
Wе’ll stomp yo’ ass out, 'til his brain open
If he try to run, we’ll grab him by his nеcklace, and chain smoke him I’m from the projects, I make Snowfall, since a kid I formed a team to control the streets
You bump a nigga like “Don’t get close to me”
If I bump a nigga it's to show him the potency of the cocoa leaf is exactly what it’s supposed to be
Who holdin’ P’s?
I get a Tip on the Dro, then we blowin’ heat
You know it’s a hit they ain’t even get a chance to show the lean ('Shoulder Lean')
My flow esteemed
I thought Jersey niggas showed comradery
When we first saw you, you showed potential, then you started choking sloppily
Never made it to Arsonal and Surf status, shit remind me of Monopoly
“A Gatekeeper” has no chance to land on the property
Obviously he don’t got the crew that he think he got
Had this bitch laid in the hospital when he receive a shot
It’s his own mob waiting outside, he don’t see the plot
Y’all not a real family, and they gone kill this Big Pussy soon as he leave the doc (dock)
My Glock sing in Soprano, bitch I called you out early
When this make a Double Impact, it’s gone be Murda talk...all throughout Jersey
Dirty, I could hit him with the chop ‘til it lock but(t)
I turn it around and smack him in the jaw 'til it clot blood
Then I stopped to think about the fans that was tweeting me, my luck
They right, this nigga Shotgun fucked my stock up
You gone stop what?
Twork, O-Red, Arsonal, I’m killing niggas from them Jersey streets
Nostalgia, I’m 41 years old watching my 30 streak
Fat nigga journey peaked, Big T working out with my man Bizarre
You lost all that weight riding bikes and you still can’t handle bars?
Let’s switch gears, welcome to this land of ours
We got Semi’s, but my tool a fully
Rockstar games been showed me how to school a Bully
Y’all look foolish to me, ain’t nothing worse than enablers
Sometimes being the favorite doesn’t work in your favor
Ya verses are catered, you got the Brotherhood to lend you a pen
All you gotta do is not choke, and they give you the win
Y'all better listen again
My style compared to his, his shit is simple
They lower the bar for you but wanna keep me in limbo?
I need info
What ya life like? Fuck it I’ma do it first?
When an arsenal (Arsonal) said it didn’t know a Shotgun, I started believing in a Parallel Universe
Ruger work, the canon squeeze, nigga stop playing with me
Y’all seen The Crow, I’ll ring down a Shotgun like Brandon Lee
You a fan of me, I’m that nigga the “Who’s Who” choose
Yeah ya YouTube views grew, the leader of the new school crew, you?
Nah, you played out like Fat Albert, FUBU, troop suits, kangaroo shoes
My gang of goons shoot, screw loose ‘til the sun shine through ya moon roof
It’s a lose lose
Y’all confuse true lyricism with this dudes moves
No one convinced him, he ain’t got no quotes in his system
You can tap pockets, but when it comes to flow you can never go into this one
I’m going the distance, his face is miserable
This cadence giving you visual proof his fate is sealable (Syllable)
Please lame, refrain from hollering ya steet gang
Niggas always talkin' bout they cold until the piece flame
You bumped when I wasn’t looking, knocked me out the freeze frame
You dunked on me in that Nitty battle...basketball is a team game
The king reigns, and you on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit
Yikes!
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