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Danny Myers vs. Real Sikh
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f**k you think this is? Ain't no regular battle b*t*h Spit your little gun bars old man, I'll crack ya sh*t Ain't tryin' to hear no racist bars, my thoughts militant Christopher Columbus, you got the wrong Indian What's this problem you got? I run with a pocket rocket, dumpin' a couple shots, pop him and his body'll drop I'll even shoot at ya spirit as it rise to the top And put a grip on ya soul (sole) like hospital socks Holdin' twins in Danny's house like then Olsen b*t*hes Get bucks to ya mom and pops, support ya local business Make fun of my people's accent, you'll sound like you're rollin' wit' them Crack ya jaw now you speakin' in broken English Blood'll pour, can't run or walk Have him slumped on the floor gettin' punched all on Tryin' to say "bye" to ya kids I'll get one more off He won't gеt to reach his phone, I guess that's uncallеd for No respect for the legends Said that ever since I read the second amendment I kept a registered weapon The best of the freshmen You 'bout to see the New Era cap-o era, like Eddie from Tekken You know that I'm Jersey Fortified the coast to my mercy Don't wanna die go inside early Hold a Glock sturdy, extended clip in there Like a young millionaire, it's loaded by 30 Sendin' him into the sky, get him a ticket to die Ready to get a Beretta you dead if I lift it and fire On a mission to find existence of God I'll get you to switch to the Sikh religion just to send you to mine Hope to fight fair, you gon' get nightmares Chrome to his dome now he want his life spared I know he type scared Ironic, while he keep tellin' me to "stop", I'ma hold it right there Eagle; cost me some bread When you see the triangle hold, it's an arm and a leg I bought it for this nerd He at the door then I'ma skkeert Origami; I bend the corner with the bird I heard, for Champion Of The Year you in discussion But did a bunch of one rounders, sh*t is nothin' I show up to Champion with his ashes, then dump it, like, "How's he the front runner in this race? He gettin' dusted." You battle so much, I thought my N.O.M.E. shot could've Got f**ked up so I put a Sniper in a stand by ya crib just in case you did not pull up Cause if he ain't show up to the date, it would've got stood up You the Figure of Figeroa? I figure ya weak, be too disfigured to speak, now you a figure of speech He the best? I ain't worried 'bout that So what if he the GOAT, my people make curry out that f**k that streak! f**k that streak! Hurry out back, I'll knock you off ya feet at alarming speed After a jab you already on the street corner sleep I lead with the left, honestly that's all I need Cause the lead cause of death like heart disease Talk is cheap, start runnin' away, I'm not comin' to play I'm pumpin' the gauge I'll knock you to next week but you die from it today So I knock you to last week with a Shotgun to ya face Speakin' of, you should get a Caffeine award Last week I saw, you win again on the app with the scores Got revenge on Suge, hit the back of the board Jersey down, I gotta put us back on the board Jersey! I'm 'bout to turn this sh*t into a whore lobby b*t*h, you gettin' folded for that paper, that's origami And, that little bad b*t*h we was gettin' lit on the beach Couldn't hear her, what she was sayin' with my d**k in her mouth, but that's just a figure of speech 'Bout to kill this n***a in a hurry, talkin' 'bout curry It's so ironic, I'm 'bout to 30 a Jersey Bar God! He reps his religion in his name, comin' off like this righteous guy They said this motherf**ker can't be beat, well I'd like to try He writes all these lyrical rhyme patterns, I can go twice as high I ain't see an Indian depend on a flow since Life Of Pi You might just die You goin' to the afterlife They gave a GOAT to an Indian after all that I sacrificed? I'll stab him twice, slash him for no reason He losing consciousness, [?] of cohesion Grab a bat then go Negan Shatter his bone with half of his dome bleedin' Splash him, shatter his dome, smash it both leakin' Grab the fo' squeezin' and keep shootin' 'til he The Last Of The Mohicans I'm mad that this hoe breathin' His skin will have lashes and mo' legions Dragged this b*t*h from summer to spring then smashed at the Fo' Seasons I've mastered the mold, from the stash of the most recent I've got an unfoldable contraction {Stumbed} I've mastered the mold, from the stash of the most recent I've got an unfoldable contraction attached to the pole Fiber optic tactical scope gives me optimal ratchet control defense Is this an elaborate hoax? A practical joke? Is there an actual quote that you have wrote that catapults you to the status of GOAT even? I had a dream I was talking to a statue of gold demons They told me that you would join then and that's when ya soul leavin' This is the rapture, behold heathen I get up close, then lift it on you, this .38 bulldog is my religion and I'ma sic (Sikh) it on you These people wanna get to know you The race angle? I didn't wanna stretch the joint But when non black people be good at black people sh*t, black people give 'em extra points This is our culture You studied the elements I presume Since they brought a Street Fighter to an Indian let me address the elephant in the room We built this off life struggle and pain bars While Sikhs were being taught in the ways of Guru, I was listening to GangStarr We bang ours, you'll be dead in the street, they'll have to dance around it Paramedics saw the way his headwrap was knocked off and couldn't wrap they heads around it This a battle you won't edge a round it It's like they got you verse a true trick Cause I will Gucci purse [?] b*t*h to hide the Uzi that I persecute wit' But I f**k Indian women too Like yo' b*t*h I was strokin' to crack that My fingers look like you pop the hood on somebody car and don't know where the latch at Bar God! These n***as know what the slogan is This that get yo' shirt wet, Hulk Hogan sh*t Even if you ate the big pole The fifth blow, from this close, to keep goin' Knock you back yo' shoulder length Get yo' soldiers b*t*h, just know that I tote pistols The rifle communicates from long distance, but that's what the smoke signals You don't want no issue The body builder, get his body stretched Have a gem in his headwrap like Hadji from Johnny Quest {chokes} I lost the round streak Yeah it's over, the streak over Alright, y'all ever see the list he makes on his Twitter page? sh*t is great He always puts himself amongst the biggest names He be like, "Who the best rappers? Rakim and Kane Danny Myers, Em and Jay" Best wrestlers: Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold, Danny Myers, Triple H Best TV Shows: The Wire, Danny Myers, Prison Break Best Female Rappers: Remy Ma, Danny Myers, Ms.-" wait You begged ya whole career to get here You finally got in when the end is near To you? This a milestone To me this my freshman year You was born in 1980, in '94 I was born in New Jersey Don't get mad if you get 3-0'd, 40 is the new 30! Said you started rappin' in '92? I can see ya age The sad part is, far as your second half, you get an equal rate as me today You treat the game like a 9 to 5 but barely got paid over time (overtime) You passed 40 h(ours) shouldn't be the same You behind every rapper you be on the block wit' Whatchu even accomplish? Start rappin' when 'No Vaseline' was a hot diss and Eazy had got sick 30 years later you battled Eazy then got Sikh You in the category with guys that's past they normal prime Hang with the youth cause you don't like actin' 45 Just be glad you old and die 'Member when you had your whole life in front of you? Now it's 'bout to flash before ya eyes Stop saying "Bar God", you ain't the god of sh*t You havin' problems with no names but you gon' body Sikh? I'm tired of this Your record on some Islamic sh*t Cause you killin' rappers is a lie (Allah) since I only seen God body 5% Llama grip, I'ma flip this into the Gaza strip You launchin' ya merch next week, right? I'ma rock ya sh*t Ya IG? "Molotov Myers" Well they say what I got bottled up is cut from a cloth that's on fire The fade you owe me ain't for no reason, paid the whole fee Have you lookin' like a crazy coke fiend Treat ya face like stadium home seats after breakin' yo' teeth Cause I hit the upper row and make ya nose bleed If Danny like his family life he shouldn't plan to fight You the Bar God? Well I'm the guy who's hands is nice Right now you see one Sikh, but if I land a strike You gon' see three Sikhs (six) like the Anti-Christ I know you live by ground rules with high values b*t*h I'll slap every element of hip hop out you Ya writtens got triggers poppin' I'll make you switch to conscious Knock out ya wisdom tooth now you spittin' knowledge This is my sh*t! When I find him I'm finna chop him, Vina Lago conditions He gettin' spinned when I spot him You win a lot with my city When I heard what you called Shotgun it ain't sit right wit' me Bring a knife to a gun fight, keep stabbin' him Don't pull a strap, I react different Cause the blade will come out clean like you went to a rehab clinic But if I see a trigger I'ma relapse wit' it I'm stylistic Heard ya child stripped to make a sound livin' You told Suge you got the pole out swingin', I'm wild different She allow tips my cal' (cow) give it You taught to treat a body like a temple, I'ma bow in it You on a round streak, only from rappin' Bro, my whole class on a streak, closin' up caskets They noticed ya talent in an era that was created by me vs. Jey in Ultimate Madness Thank me off it You even joined the second version of a tournament that we started I need homage for that We fathered ya path This ya first N.O.M.E. too? You might as well be part of the class Take a time out Before we got it poppin' they ain't care about ya crazy wild style Without a rookie you ain't break no high ground Like Botox you need a shot with a new face to be raising eyebrows To put it in a way ya old ass will understand You ain't never gonna be nice You a pack of cheese without the corners, you ain't never gon' be a slice Yikes! Jersey! They lined him up to get this goofy killed Against a man who is truly skilled Soon as I do this motion, picture me makin' this a movie Real (reel) You're all projection Ya flow ain't what you said it is Now that we frame by frame I can focus on the negatives We almost relatives I can leave you proof, Sikh's live by the 5 K's We do too! Look where I can lead you to I got a lineage to discover This n***a toy with me, I put an Indian In The Cupboard Y'all seen that movie, it was famous, right? Well it's gonna be the same tonight Cause it was me takin' you off the shelf that gave you light We can fade tonight We can match, right handers, keep it crack He'll slide down the window, smearing blood, I left his streak intact {chokes} I'm just tired bro {The crowd and Sikh encourage Danny to "run it back"} Nah man. I just ain't got it today I don't want it like that man. C'mon Nah...I got the crazy...that's crazy. Go 'head man. Go 'head Aight, last round it's on you Sikh. Let's get it C'mon man. I apologize Don't do that. It wasn't yo' fault Yeah, yeah, yeah...no, no, no. My third crazy, that's all I said yo! While y'all think his pen is amazin', to the writers, he's still a level behind Y'all gonna agree in a second aight, just think of this question of mine "What makes an incredible line?" It's not just the punch, it's the setup you rhyme And his don't make sense 75% of the time You told Nitty, "triangle at his forehead like a widow's peek"...fire But the setup was, "I'll make ya kiddos leak" Listen, nobody talks like that You could've used, "pillow sheets", "trill OG" Danny, if you really pulled out and made "kiddos leak" You wouldn't have f**kin' 10 of them fightin' for a window seat You told Verb you'd take his b*t*h and had a bar about Lu Alcindor What y'all think he rhymed with "Lu Alcindor"? Maybe, "Who'll buy dinner" Or since it's basketball, "bein' in a shootout with her" Nope! He said, "Ya cool gal tender" Nobody talks like that! That ain't substance you makin' up sh*t Ya setups sound like you got Tourettes A lot of f**k sh*t, forget the entertainment You gotta know ya pen is basic See you might be the Bar God, but you the Setup Satan See, he's shakin' his head, he knows He don't think he's Setup Satan, even if he read the endin' pages of the Bible he wouldn't have that Revelation That ain't God mode, you not close to best That's why most the vets Put you on the side show with them Random bars and your rhymes over stretched Of course your Universe is Parallel, the lines don't connect This a 30! They said every angle witchu, I had nothing to plan with Like I hate when they bring up ya kids, cause they don't talk about the ones you abandoned You meet a new kid at every events But you ain't find them, they had to look for you And hit you up on your social media like they was bookin' you If you one of his lost kids, you gotta request his business team Can't call, hit his IG, then you get to meet, you treat them like little leagues The message is, they shouldn't have to hit Danny Myers DM initially This whole time, we was on the side of You takin' on battles to provide for ya kids to grow up proper Come to find out ya son only got to know his father through a screen Brings a new meaning to phone provider Even if he got a deceitful mom, did you even try to meet him prior? Why you braggin' that battle raps the only way that he could find ya I guess cause you spend every weekend inside a plane you thought you'd get points for being on frequent fliers Let me remind ya This so bad they don't even wanna react anymore Let me remind ya, parenting is a constant need Instead of solving when he lost his seeds All his deep thoughts went into bars and beats And not kids, see, you focusing on the wrong 16s That money you gave Rex ain't no major L The loss is abandoning your kids, you played yourself Could've gave them help with grades and raised them well f**k 12K, you should've been with ya kids K through 12! Why you rap 'bout grippin' tools, I don't think that sh*t fit you If you would pass the pistol, you would know the impact a kick do How the silencer have to get screwed, what a mag go into But you abandon kids, I expect you to have attachment issues I said this to Mike but you who it applies to You brought your slogan to life, your son was beside you Like you believe in a Parallel- I do And now when you got him through high school Stayin' with his mom dukes, he ain't have to be introduced to this culture to find you He ain't have to watch your battles to see how ya mind moves Life never got ruined You're the one he confined to And ya third round with Hollow wasn't the first time you cried to him I knew, that would sting a lot I hope ya kids'll watch so they can listen why you didn't try The next list you got should be "Worst Parents" and put ya name in the spot Between Charlie Clips' father The Fresh Prince's pops I'm on that Jersey sh*t That goin' all out sh*t Real Sikh and I'm the problem that you want rounds with? You supposed to put in work but that's wrong now b*t*h Cause you can't show up to work when you call out Sikh (sick)! Jersey! Let's give it up for Real Sikh y'all. Ya heard? Last round- Nah For real? Nah, I can't stomach through it. I ain't even spittin' it bro For real? Yeah we out Aight, yo so that's Danny- You don't got anything? C'mon man? You don't got anything? Nah, I got it but...it's crazy too- You got somethin' bro Nah, cause I'ma stumble through the sh*t. My mind just ain't there right now man. It's just...I apologize man. I apologize. He did his thing. Real Sikh 3-0 with the body bag. And that's that man. Cause I don't even wanna stumble through it Gotchu. Gotchu Let's give it up Danny Myers. Let's give it up for Real Sikh
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