
T-Rex vs. Danny Myers URLtv (Ft. Danny Myers & T-Rex (Battle Rapper))
"T-Rex vs. Danny Myers" is a battle rap track that showcases intense lyrical exchanges between T-Rex and Danny Myers, emphasizing themes of competition, skill, and personal pride. The 2021 release features aggressive flow and intricate wordplay, highlighting the art of battle rap. Its cultural impact lies in its representation of the vibrant underground rap scene. #HipHop

[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!
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!
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