[Round 1: Danny Myers]
Here we are, the black rapper who's a bridge from the hood to the back packers
He's the bridge from the weed smokers, to the Bay Area gat clappers
Bitch I lift a pound, put it to this nigga crown and sit him down
Dig his grave about 3 feet, since he's always been the middle ground
Make sure ain't no witnesses, me and my niggas gone get a split from it
Toss his body in the hole, then shovel Pass like the blitz comin'
Nigga spit somethin', not these local references, so the crowd can be rockin' with ya
Don't mention these Oakland turfs that I can picture
Organik you got the bag right? I just figured
If you brought back Soul Khan you coulda got me Locksmith nigga
Not this nigga, we leave bodies in the hallways
We grade our headshots, I aim at his Oakland hat...all A's
This who y'all praise?
The guys from the higher ups that really call plays
Said if I use two beams I can get a small raise (rays)
I'll kill em on a Bay Area landmark, I keep a weapon pussy
If I lift his spirit in front of the Golden Gate it's gon' be Heaven to me
You love that girl don't you?
That bitch gave me head fool
Then I fucked her and broke the fourth wall like Deadpool
Lead pull, fuck a fight, don't give shit about this punk
One thing I learned from the Bay was how to get it out the trunk
All my niggas 'bout that funk, bitch don't provoke me
Y’all got jokes and multis versus the GOAT emoji
I been focused lowkey, you can't handle this smoke
Then ya entourage get it all...that's how Hammer went broke
I'm scandalous folks, I squeeze until a nerve struck
If we got a issue over rap, the old magazine'll sent Word Up
Word bruh, I'm a cannibal damn it
I'll bump The GZA if I wanna hear 'Animal Planet' (Anml Plnt)
Debate this battle, you silly retarded
I possess the skill of an artist
I don't give a fuck what the score says he (Scorses)...really Departed
The mili'll spark him, but the blade so convenient
It's gone be hard to make out words like broken English
.45, Louisville Slugger, I promise pain
He gon' catch a bullet in front of the bat like Thomas Wayne
I'm insane
He on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this shit
Yikes!
Here we are, the black rapper who's a bridge from the hood to the back packers
He's the bridge from the weed smokers, to the Bay Area gat clappers
Bitch I lift a pound, put it to this nigga crown and sit him down
Dig his grave about 3 feet, since he's always been the middle ground
Make sure ain't no witnesses, me and my niggas gone get a split from it
Toss his body in the hole, then shovel Pass like the blitz comin'
Nigga spit somethin', not these local references, so the crowd can be rockin' with ya
Don't mention these Oakland turfs that I can picture
Organik you got the bag right? I just figured
If you brought back Soul Khan you coulda got me Locksmith nigga
Not this nigga, we leave bodies in the hallways
We grade our headshots, I aim at his Oakland hat...all A's
This who y'all praise?
The guys from the higher ups that really call plays
Said if I use two beams I can get a small raise (rays)
I'll kill em on a Bay Area landmark, I keep a weapon pussy
If I lift his spirit in front of the Golden Gate it's gon' be Heaven to me
You love that girl don't you?
That bitch gave me head fool
Then I fucked her and broke the fourth wall like Deadpool
Lead pull, fuck a fight, don't give shit about this punk
One thing I learned from the Bay was how to get it out the trunk
All my niggas 'bout that funk, bitch don't provoke me
Y’all got jokes and multis versus the GOAT emoji
I been focused lowkey, you can't handle this smoke
Then ya entourage get it all...that's how Hammer went broke
I'm scandalous folks, I squeeze until a nerve struck
If we got a issue over rap, the old magazine'll sent Word Up
Word bruh, I'm a cannibal damn it
I'll bump The GZA if I wanna hear 'Animal Planet' (Anml Plnt)
Debate this battle, you silly retarded
I possess the skill of an artist
I don't give a fuck what the score says he (Scorses)...really Departed
The mili'll spark him, but the blade so convenient
It's gone be hard to make out words like broken English
.45, Louisville Slugger, I promise pain
He gon' catch a bullet in front of the bat like Thomas Wayne
I'm insane
He on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this shit
Yikes!
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