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Emerson Kennedy vs. Danny Myers (2020)
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You been holdin’ down the West I was the one to do it first with skill You battled in a dashiki wit’ blonde hair...the Parallel Universe is real Speaking of blonde hair, Em’, there’s rumors of martial law and mass terror Opposing the government was my foundation before this mask era (mascara) They said the kid want it They put out a contract and I bid on it I got n***as that’ll pop off the top of yo’ skull and keep a lid on it The Sig flaunted Ain’t none of my thoughts formal I’ll hide a gun in the small of a cripple’s back and tell him to walk normal This where I go off on you Too many shootings, the Feds was on us We was lickin’ wit’ the pole like we tryna spread Corona Those with open eyes be hearing the clearest You tryna bring Bar Code to the world? I mean, I’m no conspiracy theorist But wit’ all this Pizzagate, look around, the climate is hurtin’ It’s a New World Order - I say your timing is perfect! Me and my wife took 12 steps down the aisle a while back Then we took another 12 steps to get her smile back I’m a wild cat, wild straps b*t*h sh*t, I can’t allow that Now I’m grillin’ this Muslim’s food like a halal wrap You wrote a TV show, I peeped it out - great script It came natural...since you used to writin’ fake sh*t Make this make sense You f**k white girls and Asians, then tell ‘hood tales to back it up You tryna get yo’ series put on Netflix to show us that you Black as f**k n***a, pack it up Finesse killed you, claiming you rhyme nicest Then you let a Arsonal (arsenal) smoke you through the screen like Time Crisis This the art of rhyme-writin’ Any hesitation, and the odds fall I will hit this average Joe in the chest like Dodgeball f**k that - headshot! Wherever his soul go, it’s God’s call I’m just waitin’ on Kennedy to bend the corner like Oswald This the mob’s fault, some of they codes still stick to me You realize this cunning linguist views you as a lick, pu**y! This a gift to me You on the ground wit’ this sh*t… Thank God for these events, where he can see the best And E can see the vets, and we can please the West But no shot given, the plot thickens Please don’t think you teachin’ tests You won’t get mercy as a thank-you...I’m not into speakin’ French Let’s penetrate this weak defense Your plans are so sloppy Iverson never passed so I Answer to nobody Just asked to get thrown prob’ly And he can be the wise guy That don’t think you need the hospital until you see the side nod You ain’t read the guidelines I’m tryna get a big knot If dollars been a problem, then I’m brolic up in his spot If this twat act rich, op’, I’m plottin’ on his wristwatch Not even logged in, but got me followin’ his tick-tock (TikTok)! Tell me this my big shot, like you’re one to call shots I went to war almost all blocks On tour ‘til the ball drops These miniature Shakurs? I brought more to make ‘em all drop I did what science couldn’t - I’m the cure...for these small ‘Pacs (smallpox) Pure from the hard-knocks! A crazy truth You givin’ iPads to your kids, and it change they view Half the brain they’d lose, and I can’t say who’s who But I sold pills growin’ up, Danny - tablets raised me, too You gon’ fade E who? Like you do the meanest damage I’m from where tomorrow isn’t promised, can’t even buy the green bananas! Where my mama never seen her parents, but we still got loved My n***a hit wit’ .38 ‘cause his real pops ducked Like how he wasn’t looked over and he still got snubbed!? I got buzz out the mud You gon’ feel it when it hits These n***as love to act ape ‘til they Gorillas in the Mist I think he’s still a little p*ssed You don’t think I’m punchin’ hard? You ain’t catch me swingin’ on top of that monkey bar!? Well, let’s try and rate, if my pen’s high as day Nothing’s gon’ stop my climb In the end, I’m a great So talk about that street sweep’ and that pretend fire rate But no choppers knockin’ me off this Empire State I used to grip the white girl Since she gone, I been wildin’! That means don’t try and tame a n***a that belong on his own island! These are gems I am GIVIN’ you! Know what you listenin’ to When’s the last time you realized that you’ve witnessed a miracle? Let’s go You write movies, date actresses… But when you rap, it’s gotta be gory Those aren’t bars...those are E’s True Hollywood Stories b*t*h, my OGs learned the streets from they daddies’ pimpin’ They did 30 years in a box and never talked like Maggie Simpson You got foresight Of course you drive a Porsche, right? I served rocks out of a Cayenne bag under the ambience of a porch light Every verse is ill I go to your mama’s house and burst the steel You standin’ over the casket like, “f**k...the Kennedy Curse is real!” I should be worth a mill’, it never made a lot of sense But I don’t need to talk to Kennedy about politics Who hot as this? Look around, this is where the truth be You never had appeal (pill) - that’s why we doin’ this on the roof, E (roofie)! I done DRUG n***as! Look at my eyes! Nothin’ no good! I’ll ram you wit’ yo’ own car in front of yo’ hood! My man was losin’ his sight, he got shot on the boldest of missions From his cell, he sent his son a note, stuck in the coldest of prisons... Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? (I do) I do! He died after he went blind - focus and listen His son opened the note, it said, “Always go wit’ your vision!” You just a ho wit’ attention, and they always think Danny playin’ I’ll catch yo’ b*t*h, then sting her (stinger) in the mouth like Candyman And it’s a family plan The weapon squeeze ‘til the job done Despite the bars, you’ll say “Rest in peace to the Godson” Let’s even the odds some… I’ll grip the Smith n’ and get to trippin’ But I’d rather this blade run against Kennedy like Richard Nixon I’m on a different mission Trust me, I’m the violent one I’ll hold his b*t*h under water until the sirens come You had quite a run I told my bro, “I got him, I promise” You got money, I’m from the bottom, I’m honest You battled Physics all alone, and I’m sure in that time you built a Bond with that Quantum of Solace If that’s your goal, then I (GoldenEye) ain’t trippin’! I already sniped y’all! Loser gotta jump, and you finna take a Skyfall! This wasn’t the right call You on the ground wit’ this sh*t This wack MC got a whole ‘nother round of this sh*t I’m shallow wit’ it, Danny My moms would be mad at me You know I dropped a couple racks on things to heal from past casualties 300 for an Astroworld shirt - gotta laugh at me ‘Cause takin’ Danny Myers is the real kinda travesty (Travis tee) You mastered these, classic schemes That throne was paired for you And you’ve been a king with honor, it’s just time the heir fold you New year, I knew clear (nuclear) you’d die on that chair noble (Chernobyl) Glare mold you, I’mma told you… But I’m not finna war wit’ ya You spittin’ simple setups, and the opps gettin’ bored of ya Your spot gettin’ cornier, we not gettin’ more of ya- I thought you was a parent - you need to stop wit’ that formula Stop the informants, bruh You tryna plant a witness You know my man is different I’m dodgin’ 12 and plannin’ shipments I’m Training Day to jakes, you know my past is wicked I’d drop weight and hear the sirens - Dan, it is a Planet Fitness That’s why I’m- woo-hoo-hoo! That’s why I’m past fightin’ you Run? I’m pathfindin’ you Drive until it’s empty: Dan, I’m truly gaslightin’ you You talkin’ to the 12...when that snitchin’ over? Foot Locker n***as even look like a whistleblower I’mma make this sh*t get colder, rainin’ on the roof You changin’ what he do, rearrangin’ to the new You know that famous monkey toy, and this mainly what he do? (*EK puts his hands together and pulls them apart*) I grew up ‘round n***as that be bangin’ symbols (cymbals), too! n***a, the gangs is in the news...but we ain’t finna start that Bark and I bark back Your wife - where your heart at? Tell her I need the truth, or you on the cart strapped And if your Queen be (Bey’) lyin’, this where an IV PARKED AT! n***a! Destined for a dark path I dodged the beam with pride I was casin’ jewelry stores, knowin’ that the team would slide For a brief stage, it was a tree’s age: I had to count the rings inside These are gems I am givin’ you Know what you listenin’ to When’s the last time you had witnessed a miracle, n***a? 2-0 You didn’t put me in your movie, FAGGOT! That’s what these vicious artists do That’s why I’m smoking your ribs like Memphis barbecue b*t*h, I fathered you, you gon’ face the .40 I killed you years ago in Utah, you claim to hate my glory Back then, you couldn’t make a single sale (cell) You evolved from that Salt Lake just to contradict my Creation story! This is Biblical! A lot of it’s mental they plottin’ against you Ya boy went and got him a pencil from Solomon’s Temple I’ll keep my streak n***as need both of they eyes to see my peak (peek) When I speak, you can tell I’m different as f**k Em’, it’s just the two of us, and I got yo’ b*t*h in the trunk You don’t keep a fif’ in the tuck! You spit consciousness and opulence Me? I’m from the gutter - I be talkin’ ‘bout the opposite For example, you never crept where the thugs stay You was eatin’ fresh every day while I slept on the Subway! Hold that train of thought… I’m controllin’ every bar Like that subway, we pullin’ up wit’ a pole in every car! BAR GOD! This is refined energy We’ll kill you and play music and pour out Dom, Kennedy! Your pen potent, but you vicarious when you quote it So who the one realer? The one who did it, or the one who wrote it!? Y’all jokin’! Y’all need me to beat this clown You’ve been sad as f**k ever since they closed the beaches down But if Surf bored (surfboard), he’ll be wiped out when we spin blocks f**kin’ with DM, I’ll wave in his inbox Send him the message Peep how every line is interconnected I do this around the clock - you gotta give ‘em a second This is hellfire! This the second time you failed Myers Poke your chest out, I’ll black on this b*t*h like Elvira! You a swell writer...but you on the ground wit’ this sh*t Thank the- mmmm… Danny kidnapped, and the purse might hurt Tell his fam’ 50 grand, or it get worse by worse I need it laid at my feet while I rehearse my verse If it’s not to me, it’s Fox movie: they’ll see a Searchlight first You got the worst type curse, ‘cause your marriage tell things And I hate when your opponents do a Parallel scheme But, Dan, I went back to Africa, walked in the field Saw a lion spot a gazelle and got caught in my feels ‘Cause my mama called me watchin’ the battle, spottin’ my skill Dan, we was both on safari and watchin’ the kill! This is real, in the field You lack the man stamina I worked for Wells Fargo, even had some bands plannin’ up Got a gun and a promotion same day on the damn calendar I learned how to control a stick the day I became a branch manager! Duality I’m livin’! Escaped fallacy of prison! I keep a blower in the basement, but a chalice in the kitchen And you shine, but timidly Lie, but vividly It’s all these tall tales every line cuz givin’ me They’re gonna catch up to you, and you’ll die off instantly When your ability to lie becomes a LIABILITY! The story’s sadly told I never walked the Grammy road But now battling’s got me noticed by white folks, might just have me fold All the “Awesomes” from the Trevors showin’ up in shabby clothes I’m famous for crossin’ white lines: I think I’m walkin’ Abbey Road I’m the GOAT This sh*t is flagrant I’m p*ssed what I’m facin’ ‘Cause Danny sniff on occasion All that blow explains your energy He’s split and impatient Carves a Hill on his desk: blame his Miseducation You the figure of fabrication I deal in honesty, poverty, the sh*t we trapped into You just yell a lie and throw your hat Danny, we sick of that cappin’, too Imagine you, in my shoes, advocate to Black advice I know women who want conjugals ‘cause they think that bad is right Their n***a free and they go ghost, and he been sittin’ half his life They only get wet in the cell - you can’t fix that wit’ a bag of rice! And that’s my plight… You’d rather fight, and that’s my plight Most my theories look back And I don’t fear he could rap, so I don’t fear the hood act If I get caught for this body, they gon’ clear the crook’s act I’m actin’ def (deaf) in front of the judge to get my...hearing pushed back You a bull walking to slaughter, fearin’ the God’s rejection That was me sayin’, “Stay in your lane and don’t steer in the wrong direction” These are gems I am givin’ you Recognize what you listenin’ you And when’s the last time you had witnessed a- n***a… (*Danny laughs, as he and Emerson dap each other up and hug after their battle*) Good sh*t, boy
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