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Danny Myers vs. Drugz
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I ain’t wanna take this bag, but I'ma kill you, and I'ma make it fast The minute they gave me a trailer for Drugz I knew he’d be Breaking Bad Let’s make this crystal, I pushed this battle twice, not cause he scared me But I had to say no to Drugz...then they DARED me Therapy, this intervention comes set with a price His family gathered, giving speeches how Drugz affected their life My skills come second to Christ, he might see Heaven now I’m a god amongst mеn that’ll likely severе crowns Fans view this battle and think I might be steppin’ down But I’m using Drugz to get to bigger cards like Mike P second round You got this battle cause they canceled me versus Will, bruh feel the facts You was a stand in on Born Legacy 10, and I done peeled it back They rebooked me versus Will, I’m still obligated to come kill this cat It’s crazy I got out the dope game, and I’m still doing Drug deals with SMACK I feel the flak for taking you I beat legends with everlasting fame This ain’t Tenet, stop acting like the protagonist never had a name Besides, I’m here to get this peon sharper This battle is the highlight of your life and I’m the neon marker He’s beyond bothered, lyrically I’m a phenom author The last wave of battle rappers you can see I fathered The Parallel Universe, I done heard it flipped eight ways They say, before there was Drugz I was the gateway Mainstage book Jeruz, but get you for a cheaper rate Twork (twerk) gon' always be part of yo’ legacy like Lisa Raye You finna bleed today, blade tucked, I get up on you then it raise up My knife the vaccine, Drugz get the whole side of his face stuck You gon' say what? We got machetes, them Twitter fingers get chopped at He tweeted some sh*t he wasn’t supposed to say, then he got hacked Glock clap, pop the banger, you in all kinda danger Hydro shock hollow tip bullet in the Llama chamber I’m a dominator, last few classics I’m the common denominator Yet and still Champion Of The Year don’t nominate him They gotta hate him, but the fans revere me like I’m a savior Y’all favorite are duckin’ me, I’m the reason Surf became a commentator I’ll address the drama later My wife and kids, them lame angles bore me We not in the same dimension...you got nothin’ for D (4D) Of course we, can shoot it out, give a f**k if his child ‘round Loud pound, all in his face knockin’ this clown down Better tone that bass, all in my space rockin’ a wild style I put duct tape around his mouth I can surround sound This wasn’t even hooked up right They say this lame a writer Every time I see 'em he got on gang attire Wait, "surround sound?" "Ain’t hooked up right?" Cause when ya surround sound ain’t hooked up right you see a bunch of hangin’ wires- You can’t even hang with Myers, bang the fire Metal in ya mouth, the taste acquired n***as act like having a pen in battle rap ain’t required We ain’t got the same desire, you worried about who name is higher I write cold (code) to show you it’s levels like game designers Ya brain is minor, the thang will fire You on the ground with this sh*t- Ain't nobody duck yo' b*t*h ass You came to run with a killer n***a, I will headshot yo' b*t*h ass and get Topanga number from Chilla Bar God! Mr. Tough guy huh? It’s time for an OG to lecture em I know prison n***as who hit the yard and banged it out with the best of 'em I know n***as who sell weight and break down grams to the decimal But we all know, never go to another man's city disrespectin' em Let’s play Swear To God Swear to God you ain’t get ran outta St Louis Swear to God on my daughter b*t*h don't talk while I'm rapping! Swear to God you ain't get ran outta St. Louis See, in every round he let the .40 blow Oh y’all ain’t hear this story? Well this how the story go They drove you through the hood Took you to a block where the gats rung Same street where them packs come Y’all drove by a dope house, and you said “That’s where Young Ill get his crack from” And that’s dumb, cause he watching live, he wasn’t f**kin’ with cha' You was about to battle F Mag, ‘til he pulled up with a hundred n***as Yung Ill don’t be on social media, he not with the mentions Sometimes it be about what you say, not the intention They pulled up to venue with choppers and Glocks with extensions Looked like a zombie movie, a bunch of Ill n***as blockin’ the entrance The league owner said, "This a murder I’m not finna witness." He kept 'em busy while they snuck you out the spot with the quickness Parking lot full of henchmen, they was tryna cut ya jugular They had to sneak Drugz into the airport like a smuggler What’s up with ya? That night you almost died Drugz They just couldn’t bump into this pu**y like a side hug They was outside Blood, ready to make you feel they law It’s crazy, they ain't get a chance to step on Drugz and you still ain’t raw But this don’t affect your Goons standing You still lyrically fearless But the way I witnessed Moon landin' I’m no longer a conspiracy theorist What’s up with that uppercut you threw? Not the fast one...the slow one Who the f**k you thought you was gone hit with this? No one Looked like some ol' drunken master Kung-Fu, so dumb The minute you come at me with that karate sh*t is when I show gun (Shogun) Wait! "Show gun", flip that, ya nick name is "Gun Show", I’m well protected So when I show gun to “The Gun Show” it’s self reflection Listen Yusef I got a bullet with yo’ name on it, the nine mili spray That’s a name a flip, but what’s the use if (Yusef) you dyin’ anyway? Bar God! This ya last hour, B. Dots on ya head, the man got a Glock Long extension, round at the bottom, look like a Grandfather Clock Ya time is tickin, heat is on you, the beef is local Head shot, we even shell toes, you like Adidas don’t you? We could show you anybody can put you to shame You’re the least creative battle rapper, I mean look at ya name First he said “I'ma name myself 'Gun'. Nope. I got it." Then he shrugged "I spit crack. And I’m dope. I’ll be Drugz." f**k! Just thinkin' 'bout it, I get nose bleeds You’re exactly the type of battle rapper that we don’t need Most leagues only book you cause you’re so cheap Pole squeeze, then the rest go to ya kids like proceeds Bro please! What you f**kin' with a psycho for? If you young n***as think you can punch with us old heads go watch George Foreman vs. Michael Moorer I been in all types of war b*t*h n***a And you on the ground with this sh*t Dumb ass n***a got a whole 'nother round of this sh*t Yikes! I ain’t say sh*t the whole time you was rappin’ In case you ain’t get what the message was I wasn’t moved by a single thing you said, cause I really felt the effects of Drugz My wife battled and beat drug addiction, she quit her consumption While I battled redundant angles and n***as assumptions Feelings of numbness, that I gotta say this sh*t in the public But in exchange for them giving me Drugz, I’m giving 'em substance Who am I? I been wrapped in plastic packages and stashed between racks and beams Covered with Vaseline and placed in the tank with the gasoline Who am I? I'm from a troubled past, I been stuffed and tagged, cut and slashed while being transported inside a duffel bag Who am I? I done had every name from "snuff" to "glass", "huff" and "hash" n***as puff and pass while they cuttin' class Who am I? I been inside of trunks of trucks that crashed, high speed chases, f**kin’ fast n***as buck and blast at under covers who up the badge Who am I? I’m the reason n***as is clappin’ I’m the reason that T-Top and Eazy The Block Captain rappin’ Who am I? I’m the reason Geechi can get his set fresh I’m the reason Goodz came to the battles the best dressed Who am I? Even in square form I’m a masterpiece The cause of catastrophes, they even named this battle league after me Who am I? I’m the reason dope fiends standin' ‘round, I’m different colors from tan to brown Different weights from grams to pounds Who I am? I'm the reason n***as up the shotty for me, street n***as lobby for me Back in the day yo’ mommy probably traded her body for me Who am I? I am urban folklore, the reason prostitutes suck until their throat sore I’m what Tony Montana got on that boat for Who am I? I’m what put n***as up in the nice Benzes, diamonds crushed up in the ice pendant f**kin’ with white women, duckin’ a life sentence Who am I? To test my potency I was submerged within fire I done ended careers and started empires Who am I? Skin made of cellophane but they ripped mine off I been hunted by FBI, DEA, even sniffed by dogs This is not all, I been whipped, split, froze and rocked Flipped, shipped, rolled and popped Sniffed, sipped, smoked and shot Who am I? I AM DRUGS! Who the f**k are you?! Just a n***a that spit gun bars I gave n***as life, they just get this n***a Drugz charged You sub par, this the future I’ve created I’m the GOAT, I done left whole groups annihilated This a dream come true for you, just view what I am sayin’ It’s f**ked up I gotta smoke Drugz and see my pupil die elated (dilated) You been violated You on the ground with this sh*t Thank the Lord he ain’t got another round of this sh*t Yikes!
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