[Round 1: Danny Myers]
They charge $2,000 a month for a 1 bedroom
You pay on time, they raise the rent a couple grand more
You can clearly hear your neighbors after you shut the damn door
They don’t fix the heating, plumbing, you like, "What the fuck I’m paying for?"
Aye Smack!
I got a hundred reasons I’m finna punch a Land Lord!
I’ll kill 'em proper, creep up on a nigga with the chopper
Fuck an AGREEMENT, I just MOVE IN on the Land Lord, I’m a squatter
Check my posture, I got him in the crosshairs, this what war is like
This scope is for outta town niggas, it’s a tourist sight (site)
Or this Taurus might, hit him, rip his ligaments separate
I’m shootin at the Land Lord in reverse from a Tenants (Tenets) perspective
Give it a second, lyrically I’ma go in with ya
But more importantly than flipping ya name, I’m tryna make sure this fo’ ends (FONZ) niggas
I’m from the low end nigga, my young boys’ll Hawk him down for me
Bald heads, pin him to the hood of his car, “Who’s the baller now Wardy!?”
This gone get all around gory, I couldn’t wait to go to war with you
Bullets have his car looking like some shit out of a video game, that’s what fours‘ll (Forza) do
Of course if you-, realize ya moves too pitiful
You’d be at a higher spot, you dudes too miserable
My views too visceral, I use two pistols to do you critical
The pin break off in the toy and you die, it’s a Voodoo ritual
I don’t give a fuck who you listen to
After you won that 25k, you was supposed to hide off in the cut
Now we finna rob the pastor, live, on camera, for flossin’ too much
You be talkin’ you tough, he’ll get stretched if you try it
I’ll pistol whip you, screw on the silencer, then…man let me BE QUIET!
Riot
What I Drew Carey (carry) more than 9 seasons, squeezin’ ‘til his breathin’ stops
I’ll hit with 3, 4, 'Cleveland Rocks'
I'ma kill you, they gone lock me in a cell with rage
A young nigga gone come in as my cellie, and he’ll say
“Why they got on Death Row OG?”, and I’ll tell em “Hey-“/
I took these two hands, spinned the block, and Hell was raised
I think back to my sellin’ days, I touched the type of dope kingpins in Harlem handle
I had a plug from Miami, who had the aura of a Godfather , his Jersey with the Marlin brand though (Marlon Brando)
I done been through all the scandals, y'all let Holmzie beat me a Parappa Da Rapper bar?
That’s how I knew you niggas was lame
I was karate chopping onions soon as I entered the game
The shit is insane, I been through the pain, for real homie
Like helping a nigga get cheese with Sonic speed…then he tells (Tails) on me
You won’t Knuckle up, that’s how I know he wasn’t built
Doing all that stupid reaching, that’s what got Stoney brother killed
I won’t get caught without mine, I will end these niggas
Just the thought of giant slugs taking me underground gives me Tremors
They say beef with dawg spooky, I’m old school squeezin’ off Uzis
With tape on the cartridge, we grew up dubbing VCR movies
They said all I did was punch, so I stopped it
Went to the next level inside my mind and I unlocked it
This a Ponzi scheme with FONZ and me, at this point niggas is bottom feedin’
A lotta reasons, how he is this phenomenal rap rhymin’ genius?
This the dawn of Jesus, what I speak spirals life into existence
My speech patterns the Fibonacci sequence
This can not be defense, he telling me to block punches when I can shoulder roll
Weave intricate patterns like a totem pole
I told 'em bro, these are secrets that I’ll lend once, he seems hopeless
This The Matrix “Dial In Punch” with the force of a Shaolin Monk with the Chi focused
Heat scopes and snubs and beams, blood and screams
I’m from a sub machine gun regime
Plug his spleen, I riddle him with clips
Tuskegee Airmen, ya whole squad gone be known for getting shot with some experimental shit
He ain’t lyrical as this
He on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this shit
Yikes!
They charge $2,000 a month for a 1 bedroom
You pay on time, they raise the rent a couple grand more
You can clearly hear your neighbors after you shut the damn door
They don’t fix the heating, plumbing, you like, "What the fuck I’m paying for?"
Aye Smack!
I got a hundred reasons I’m finna punch a Land Lord!
I’ll kill 'em proper, creep up on a nigga with the chopper
Fuck an AGREEMENT, I just MOVE IN on the Land Lord, I’m a squatter
Check my posture, I got him in the crosshairs, this what war is like
This scope is for outta town niggas, it’s a tourist sight (site)
Or this Taurus might, hit him, rip his ligaments separate
I’m shootin at the Land Lord in reverse from a Tenants (Tenets) perspective
Give it a second, lyrically I’ma go in with ya
But more importantly than flipping ya name, I’m tryna make sure this fo’ ends (FONZ) niggas
I’m from the low end nigga, my young boys’ll Hawk him down for me
Bald heads, pin him to the hood of his car, “Who’s the baller now Wardy!?”
This gone get all around gory, I couldn’t wait to go to war with you
Bullets have his car looking like some shit out of a video game, that’s what fours‘ll (Forza) do
Of course if you-, realize ya moves too pitiful
You’d be at a higher spot, you dudes too miserable
My views too visceral, I use two pistols to do you critical
The pin break off in the toy and you die, it’s a Voodoo ritual
I don’t give a fuck who you listen to
After you won that 25k, you was supposed to hide off in the cut
Now we finna rob the pastor, live, on camera, for flossin’ too much
You be talkin’ you tough, he’ll get stretched if you try it
I’ll pistol whip you, screw on the silencer, then…man let me BE QUIET!
Riot
What I Drew Carey (carry) more than 9 seasons, squeezin’ ‘til his breathin’ stops
I’ll hit with 3, 4, 'Cleveland Rocks'
I'ma kill you, they gone lock me in a cell with rage
A young nigga gone come in as my cellie, and he’ll say
“Why they got on Death Row OG?”, and I’ll tell em “Hey-“/
I took these two hands, spinned the block, and Hell was raised
I think back to my sellin’ days, I touched the type of dope kingpins in Harlem handle
I had a plug from Miami, who had the aura of a Godfather , his Jersey with the Marlin brand though (Marlon Brando)
I done been through all the scandals, y'all let Holmzie beat me a Parappa Da Rapper bar?
That’s how I knew you niggas was lame
I was karate chopping onions soon as I entered the game
The shit is insane, I been through the pain, for real homie
Like helping a nigga get cheese with Sonic speed…then he tells (Tails) on me
You won’t Knuckle up, that’s how I know he wasn’t built
Doing all that stupid reaching, that’s what got Stoney brother killed
I won’t get caught without mine, I will end these niggas
Just the thought of giant slugs taking me underground gives me Tremors
They say beef with dawg spooky, I’m old school squeezin’ off Uzis
With tape on the cartridge, we grew up dubbing VCR movies
They said all I did was punch, so I stopped it
Went to the next level inside my mind and I unlocked it
This a Ponzi scheme with FONZ and me, at this point niggas is bottom feedin’
A lotta reasons, how he is this phenomenal rap rhymin’ genius?
This the dawn of Jesus, what I speak spirals life into existence
My speech patterns the Fibonacci sequence
This can not be defense, he telling me to block punches when I can shoulder roll
Weave intricate patterns like a totem pole
I told 'em bro, these are secrets that I’ll lend once, he seems hopeless
This The Matrix “Dial In Punch” with the force of a Shaolin Monk with the Chi focused
Heat scopes and snubs and beams, blood and screams
I’m from a sub machine gun regime
Plug his spleen, I riddle him with clips
Tuskegee Airmen, ya whole squad gone be known for getting shot with some experimental shit
He ain’t lyrical as this
He on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this shit
Yikes!
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