[Round 1: Danny Myers]
I could start this by sayin’, if you and I were pulled over…
They’d ask for yo’ ID; wit’ me, they’d pull the Glock out
But by this point in yo’ career, the race angle’s a cop-out
Get knocked out
Ya head’ll split wit’ lightspeed
I’ll beat yo’ ass here and in a digital world
You ain’t met a (Meta) nigga like me
The elements might seem in your favor
It seems like a benefit
I don’t give a fuck if he’s white
I’m tryna rewrite Leviticus
Quite the lyricist
Heightened senses hit
Cobra strike
Each bite is venomous
Take a knife and dip it in nitroglycerin
Slice his ligaments
Dice his liver then
Snipe wit’ remittance
The sight was rivetin’
Psycho menaces
Nights of recycled Ritalin
Make his wife a widow then stab him wit’ spiked adrenaline
Then use the blood to write the riddle wit’
I had white distributin’
(Ayy, nigga!)
While writin’ bars, I was coppin’ product like Lobos
I set sales in between the parallel lines like the Nautica logo
My mind is a dojo
To show you I’m the one, involve a clock
I think you twelve? .45
The moment I shoot fifteen men, it’s past the time you shoulda called the cops
Dawg should stop
You will not out-write, rebuttal, or metaphor me
This a whole different territory you should be aware of, Corey
I’ll air a .40
He actin’ angry, I’ll grip the instrument
Knock off a fraction of his skull and get his temper sent (ten percent)
I am infinite
Here am I
Clear ya squad
Get stomped out in high top Nikes to instill the fear of God
Peer inside
(Ayy!)
I’m outta this world; I am a alien
You can’t compare a Canadian to a Palladian
This what you choose as a wise move?
You wanna prove you can rhyme? Cool, but who would advise dude?
Even if you lose in ya prime, knowin’ who views would despise you
I mean, who could survive through losin’ they mind to Lucifer’s IQ?
Who do this ruthless as I do?
Ain’t you cool wit’ Hitman?
Everything the same when the Tec reveal
Ya chest get peeled
All y’all gon’ hear is, “Yett!” and steel!
I’m a vet for real
Y’all just watched me shoot Roc from the fuckin’ bleachers like a buzzer beater
Now, everyone’s become believers like the blood of Jesus underneath us
What procedure?
There’s a gun in yo’ head
You don’t wanna play these games
Then another one
Now, Corey’s in the middle like JAY-Z’s name
I slay these lames
Pistol-whip
Now, this skinny bitch spittin’ out more blood than Lady Flamez
(I’m too cold, nigga!)
I’ll lay these thangs
Billy Pistolz tried to blam on me
Click! Click! The sound of his gun not workin’ is my jam, homie
Whatchu got planned for me?
Get me pissed off?
Sayin’ you got money stacks this tall?
We all know you rich, dawg
But I learned the true value of life watchin’ my wife withdrawal
Every nigga I’m with draw
I’ll paint it for you if you couldn’t understand it
Shots’ll hit you wit’ ease-el and put you on a canvas
Even though I’m abstract, I’m past that
Ks is dumpin’
Detectives standin’ around, makin’ they own interpretations of it
You have NO IDEA what’ll happen if these Ks clap you
The last white boy to go against shells and win was a Blaze Battle
(I’m too cold!)
I’m amazed at you
Think ya brain is deeper?
Look at the age between us
I became a leader bangin’ heaters when niggas was drankin’ Zimas
They can’t defeat us
The only white bitch that can beat me wit’ a round name is Xena!
The fuck I say Xena for?
I just told y’all I was a alien… niggas better bring a Xenomorph
(Bar God!)
They do this to theyself
Stupid rappers
Who could match it?
Do you believe in a parallel universe?
(I do!)
Two of the bros was fightin’; one of the homies said, “Shoot the bastard.”
Why would I care ‘bout yo’ Confederate flag?
Where I’m from, puttin’ up ya dukes a hazard
Who’s the master?
This battle ain’t go the way you figured
I ain’t use the race angle ‘cause this is the moment that made you, nigga
I made you niggas
You on the ground with this shit
This dumb-ass nigga lucky he ain’t got another round of this shit
(Yikes!)
I could start this by sayin’, if you and I were pulled over…
They’d ask for yo’ ID; wit’ me, they’d pull the Glock out
But by this point in yo’ career, the race angle’s a cop-out
Get knocked out
Ya head’ll split wit’ lightspeed
I’ll beat yo’ ass here and in a digital world
You ain’t met a (Meta) nigga like me
The elements might seem in your favor
It seems like a benefit
I don’t give a fuck if he’s white
I’m tryna rewrite Leviticus
Quite the lyricist
Heightened senses hit
Cobra strike
Each bite is venomous
Take a knife and dip it in nitroglycerin
Slice his ligaments
Dice his liver then
Snipe wit’ remittance
The sight was rivetin’
Psycho menaces
Nights of recycled Ritalin
Make his wife a widow then stab him wit’ spiked adrenaline
Then use the blood to write the riddle wit’
I had white distributin’
(Ayy, nigga!)
While writin’ bars, I was coppin’ product like Lobos
I set sales in between the parallel lines like the Nautica logo
My mind is a dojo
To show you I’m the one, involve a clock
I think you twelve? .45
The moment I shoot fifteen men, it’s past the time you shoulda called the cops
Dawg should stop
You will not out-write, rebuttal, or metaphor me
This a whole different territory you should be aware of, Corey
I’ll air a .40
He actin’ angry, I’ll grip the instrument
Knock off a fraction of his skull and get his temper sent (ten percent)
I am infinite
Here am I
Clear ya squad
Get stomped out in high top Nikes to instill the fear of God
Peer inside
(Ayy!)
I’m outta this world; I am a alien
You can’t compare a Canadian to a Palladian
This what you choose as a wise move?
You wanna prove you can rhyme? Cool, but who would advise dude?
Even if you lose in ya prime, knowin’ who views would despise you
I mean, who could survive through losin’ they mind to Lucifer’s IQ?
Who do this ruthless as I do?
Ain’t you cool wit’ Hitman?
Everything the same when the Tec reveal
Ya chest get peeled
All y’all gon’ hear is, “Yett!” and steel!
I’m a vet for real
Y’all just watched me shoot Roc from the fuckin’ bleachers like a buzzer beater
Now, everyone’s become believers like the blood of Jesus underneath us
What procedure?
There’s a gun in yo’ head
You don’t wanna play these games
Then another one
Now, Corey’s in the middle like JAY-Z’s name
I slay these lames
Pistol-whip
Now, this skinny bitch spittin’ out more blood than Lady Flamez
(I’m too cold, nigga!)
I’ll lay these thangs
Billy Pistolz tried to blam on me
Click! Click! The sound of his gun not workin’ is my jam, homie
Whatchu got planned for me?
Get me pissed off?
Sayin’ you got money stacks this tall?
We all know you rich, dawg
But I learned the true value of life watchin’ my wife withdrawal
Every nigga I’m with draw
I’ll paint it for you if you couldn’t understand it
Shots’ll hit you wit’ ease-el and put you on a canvas
Even though I’m abstract, I’m past that
Ks is dumpin’
Detectives standin’ around, makin’ they own interpretations of it
You have NO IDEA what’ll happen if these Ks clap you
The last white boy to go against shells and win was a Blaze Battle
(I’m too cold!)
I’m amazed at you
Think ya brain is deeper?
Look at the age between us
I became a leader bangin’ heaters when niggas was drankin’ Zimas
They can’t defeat us
The only white bitch that can beat me wit’ a round name is Xena!
The fuck I say Xena for?
I just told y’all I was a alien… niggas better bring a Xenomorph
(Bar God!)
They do this to theyself
Stupid rappers
Who could match it?
Do you believe in a parallel universe?
(I do!)
Two of the bros was fightin’; one of the homies said, “Shoot the bastard.”
Why would I care ‘bout yo’ Confederate flag?
Where I’m from, puttin’ up ya dukes a hazard
Who’s the master?
This battle ain’t go the way you figured
I ain’t use the race angle ‘cause this is the moment that made you, nigga
I made you niggas
You on the ground with this shit
This dumb-ass nigga lucky he ain’t got another round of this shit
(Yikes!)
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