[Round 1: Daylyt]
Alright, Daylyt versus Ooops, that’s fire, right?
I like to call this the sequel
This time, I’ma sacrifice my first verse just to talk to my people
Question, question, question, question
You said you be about it right? Right?
Well, today, I’m here to sweat your persona and show your G is doubted
Question, didn’t the cops kill a nigga in your city?
That life you said you be about it?
So you mean to tell me it was a riot right outside your door
And you ain’t protest? You ain’t throw a rock at the police?
Nigga, you ain’t even tweet about it?
Los told you it’s a war going on outside
These type of niggas’ll get us killed
If we was the Spartan 300s, this would be the bitch ass nigga who couldn’t even lift his shield
I say “Show me your sword,” he go “Huh”
Look like he drilled him in the spot
Look how he drilled him in the spot
But if you can’t lift your shield, how we ‘posed to believe you familiar with the block?
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Danja, well joint
I told him, we need to be stronger like well joints
You know why this nigga couldn’t help us in the war?
‘Cause we had a basketball game in Arizona
Us versus them and he let a 13 year old white girl score 12 points
What? Nigga, writer’s block make you a friend of me but skill make you a enemy
So we gon’ shoot the head up ’til death like we driving that ride with Kennedy
This your shot to the top, well, you better pretend to be
Precision, ‘cause in this division, we divide
One body with more lines than the side of a centipede
The crime’ll be into threes, it’ll be trilogy penalties
The the third call out for this guy, [?] well don’t hide your energy
Mr. Devil, whatever level you decide your pen to be
High, he fried, what I’ma try for this guy called “rhyme infinity”
As the opening line spill, they say this the day we fear, he crazy tier
So, for I, I’m hoping the cries real
Mr. Battle Rap’s God’s gift versus Mr. Presentless
How you ‘posed to surprise Quill with some quotes like you Yoshi when 9s peel?
You gon’ lick a shell? You let it ring on these bitches? You hope she the bride still?
Crowd giving homie that side feel with them light jokes
You gotta show some type flow ‘cause this show for the white folks
Oh, this is Seinfeld
Notice this side filled with hope, bruh
Think Oprah, my bitch toting that 9 trill
Get money left on a random table, I guess it’s hope for the side bill
They say “Chill,” he tried Gain, stains soaking
Hoping for the clean wash, better potent that Tide
‘Cause beating me is a not for the next nigga, better focus your tied skills
Whoever I battled they said was stiff competition, well notice they died still
I left ‘em all lyin’ in packs, I showed ‘em my pride’s real
Now you facing a 15 second clip of greatness, I’ll show you divine skill
They said he good, right? He could fight
But I’m Suge Knight, I told him “My drive kills”
You ready, Watts? For the steady box
Body wet as a belly flop, yeti watch
I told you I would be monster, when I write, hand sharp as a Freddy chop
Day’s in his bag, you can tell he jot
Hot as the devil, my level, they bet he top
They better stop, it’s only one I in the game, Fetty Wap
The thug’s gon’ pay me, the blood’s gon’ pay me
I can’t get away from this Nina, I’m in love with my baby
This year, I’m gettin’ a lot of wins, I’m making [?] noise
Oh baby, he ahead with lines, I’m making tadpole joy
But hold, is that the reason you say I’m a asshole true?
You get hit with the machine, kid, say hello to astro boy
Alright, Daylyt versus Ooops, that’s fire, right?
I like to call this the sequel
This time, I’ma sacrifice my first verse just to talk to my people
Question, question, question, question
You said you be about it right? Right?
Well, today, I’m here to sweat your persona and show your G is doubted
Question, didn’t the cops kill a nigga in your city?
That life you said you be about it?
So you mean to tell me it was a riot right outside your door
And you ain’t protest? You ain’t throw a rock at the police?
Nigga, you ain’t even tweet about it?
Los told you it’s a war going on outside
These type of niggas’ll get us killed
If we was the Spartan 300s, this would be the bitch ass nigga who couldn’t even lift his shield
I say “Show me your sword,” he go “Huh”
Look like he drilled him in the spot
Look how he drilled him in the spot
But if you can’t lift your shield, how we ‘posed to believe you familiar with the block?
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Danja, well joint
I told him, we need to be stronger like well joints
You know why this nigga couldn’t help us in the war?
‘Cause we had a basketball game in Arizona
Us versus them and he let a 13 year old white girl score 12 points
What? Nigga, writer’s block make you a friend of me but skill make you a enemy
So we gon’ shoot the head up ’til death like we driving that ride with Kennedy
This your shot to the top, well, you better pretend to be
Precision, ‘cause in this division, we divide
One body with more lines than the side of a centipede
The crime’ll be into threes, it’ll be trilogy penalties
The the third call out for this guy, [?] well don’t hide your energy
Mr. Devil, whatever level you decide your pen to be
High, he fried, what I’ma try for this guy called “rhyme infinity”
As the opening line spill, they say this the day we fear, he crazy tier
So, for I, I’m hoping the cries real
Mr. Battle Rap’s God’s gift versus Mr. Presentless
How you ‘posed to surprise Quill with some quotes like you Yoshi when 9s peel?
You gon’ lick a shell? You let it ring on these bitches? You hope she the bride still?
Crowd giving homie that side feel with them light jokes
You gotta show some type flow ‘cause this show for the white folks
Oh, this is Seinfeld
Notice this side filled with hope, bruh
Think Oprah, my bitch toting that 9 trill
Get money left on a random table, I guess it’s hope for the side bill
They say “Chill,” he tried Gain, stains soaking
Hoping for the clean wash, better potent that Tide
‘Cause beating me is a not for the next nigga, better focus your tied skills
Whoever I battled they said was stiff competition, well notice they died still
I left ‘em all lyin’ in packs, I showed ‘em my pride’s real
Now you facing a 15 second clip of greatness, I’ll show you divine skill
They said he good, right? He could fight
But I’m Suge Knight, I told him “My drive kills”
You ready, Watts? For the steady box
Body wet as a belly flop, yeti watch
I told you I would be monster, when I write, hand sharp as a Freddy chop
Day’s in his bag, you can tell he jot
Hot as the devil, my level, they bet he top
They better stop, it’s only one I in the game, Fetty Wap
The thug’s gon’ pay me, the blood’s gon’ pay me
I can’t get away from this Nina, I’m in love with my baby
This year, I’m gettin’ a lot of wins, I’m making [?] noise
Oh baby, he ahead with lines, I’m making tadpole joy
But hold, is that the reason you say I’m a asshole true?
You get hit with the machine, kid, say hello to astro boy
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