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Ill Will vs. Danny Myers
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They couldn’t have picked two better n***as Our skills tower n***as be scared to bark on you cause they real cowards I mean you do it all, bars, performance, jokes, you make n***as feel sour The only thing that can counter Will power, is Will po- a shotgun No chance of me possibly getting killed Switch blade, I’ll cut an apostrophe into Ill You skilled, but in front of me you gone die still I said I’ll which is code for me shootin’ in the eye Will This guy killed...two people in one day, I’m simply unfazed I’ll let 10 Surf out this .50, that’s a better 60 on stagе Listen b*t*h we don’t play, I came for thе massacre Gauge or the dagger to stab it inside of ya abdomen and bang at the passenger I’m raisin this Mac at ya, to knock ya brains in the back of ya Then secretly collect ya data like Cambridge Galatica We both famous for rappin’ bruh, but ya life in Jeopardy, don’t second guess Alec Trebek died and n***as still wanna question death Accept ya destiny, obsessed with weaponry I don’t know why it resonates But sticking metal blades inside of flesh gives me ecstasy It’s just something about pulling the insides out a pu**y that hits direct to me A vicious legacy, I’m from the crack era, the hood was desolate in the evening Before WWE I saw a fiend wrestling with his demons This is a testament of achievement, no way the block should doubt me I’m well qualified to handle Ill, I’m Dr. Fauci Watch ya mouthpiece, or it’s free the guys mentioned This many n***as ain’t been killed in a rap since GS9 did it These n***as claim they hustlers, we just grind different I’m swinging bricks through the city like Miles Morales when the PS5 glitchin’ f**k the size difference, b*t*h n***a you wanna box with me? You gone feel the pain going toe to toe like neuropathy I got yo' baby mama and yo' side b*t*h toppin’ me Both of 'em, kneeled in front of me, massage a knee (misogyny) You a op' to me, the street game mad fatal I’m such a Prodigy, my piece bang glass tables The pistol gold plated, ya soul raise when mine sparkin’ ya It’s beautiful, The Thing would get praise from John Carpenter My mind darker bruh, L.A. sets every standard Pontiac in the shadow of Detroit like a defender chasin’ Barry Sanders We carry hammers, to murder Mac and any n***a claiming they heard of Yak It’s gone look like he was trampled by a stampede of a herd of yak Moving like a b*t*h roofied his drink I think his cardiac Arrest the way his heart react when the .40 clap You dissed me in ya 40 match, I can’t believe you said that Mental institution, you better be in yo’ bed strapped I’m standing over you and yo’ b*t*h c*ckin’ lead back The murder premeditated but the K spittin’ off the head wrap Dead that, you on the ground with this sh*t This dumb ass n***a got another two rounds of this sh*t Yikes Danny! I'ma try to be calm in this battle...and not go insane But yo' whole career is a Parallel Universe...every time you hop on a plane Can you imagine, when you out here on this battle sh*t Yo' wife at home on an acid trip? You out here dodgin' bars while yo' son dodgin' bars Mommy in the back gettin' cracked and sh*t We love when you battle Danny While you out here tryin' to make the vets mad There's a n***a in yo' bathroom turnin' yo' tub into a meth lab We love when you battle Danny While you out here tryin' to captivate us with a Parallel Universe There's a n***a in yo' house like, "Yeah I see you. Park parallel. Bring that unit first." We love when you battle Danny We got yo' house tracked up while yo' whore smoke We love when you battle Danny We want child services to get these little motherf**kas so we can sell more dope And bring razor blades More plates Razor blades More plates You know why I said that? Cause right now there's probably some Tech-9 ass n***a in your place You pu**y It's up and we leavin' it there How do we even compare? I know Top and The Block Captain ain't on the card so this one gon' be easy (Eazy) to Bear You the Bar God? Well I'll mistreat him Delete him Chop him up Each limb get a deep trim Doctors feeling like IG models They just keep gettin' DM after DM n***a we them They wanted to do the back to back thang again and give me Chess and Prep I'm like, "How I'ma Prep for Chess and play Chess wit' Prep?" But it's cool, I body n***as Chess and Prep, Prep for Chess that just sound like the best practice for Bobby Fischer How he figure he that n***a? You better go 'head, act 'roid (Aykroyd) I'll lay TECs (latex) in Dan mouth like a Conehead You think you Noreaga, well act 'Super Thug' I watched you play with Chess and he snapped on you like 'Computer Love' n***a I spit dope, I bet your girl will find me I saw Eazy all over L.A. like the early 90's You got Jerry out here feelin' like the best now How can you simultaneously let the Wess (west) in and the west down? This is a façade Danny, this the real me I could bust a (Busta) Rhyme or play LL Cool J Either way, Myers can't kill me You've seen that movie I don't play, I don't slack This ain't church shoes, I'm the first to My PG was A.I. vs. Jordan, I had the GOAT shook off the first move And then the second cross over puttin' n***as in the worst mood Pssst You was talkin' 'bout Jerry scammin', I know you a rat First clip, shirt rip, Hogan is back You from South Central but don't nobody know you in that f**k what you say, do say (Duce) I'm Hov to the Yak ('gnac) Bruh, I could prolly bring Hov to the Yak, this is not jokes You saw me with Meth, I was f**kin' wit' the Wu before Pop Smoke You ever seen yo' granny or yo' pops smoke? You walkin' a fine line like the Undertaker on the top rope I'll have the little n***as buggin' through yo' house like a c*ckroach Don't get shot for that weed Danny, this a pot roast Glock smoke Yeah it hit different The steel kickin' Martin walkin' out the police station the only time Will missin' Listen, let's make a proposition I can put you in a prop position or we can exchange props or writtens If I copped a biscuit, it'll pour (poor), no pot to p*ss in Cops can't find me, the block encrypted Headshot, he optimistic The 12 keep kickin' at n***as like "Stop resistin'!" You a Newport, I'm Too $hort, famous for droppin' b*t*hes Not to mention You on the ground with this sh*t Thank the Lord my ceilin' ain't a Volume and sh*t Yak Town in this b*t*h You wanna know why they'll never give you that Champion Of The Year belt with yo’ name on it? Yesterday, you was at the face off in a dinghy yellow tee shirt, with a barbecue stain on it It’s a shame homie We know you have no fashion sense, rap is yo’ blessin’ Thanksgiving was two weeks ago and you passed on the dressing I’ve accepted, n***as wear the same clothes when they trap in the hood Oh this ain’t about who dress the best?...Good Bang foes, aim cold, headshot has his soul flyin' This’ll open his skull...he never was closed (clothes) minded Let me address somethin’, I’m from gang land, even if you neutral you walked the path of a rider We stayed in war, raising poles cause of the Flags Of Our Fathers Since a toddler, I seen murder rise at increased rates I knew early on I was gettin' money in each state Found a plug in Michigan, got connected with cheap weight Ain’t it ironic, Pontiac was discontinued after a G ate (G8) n***a we straight, only thing I’m tryna avoid is the law People Under The Stairs, we hid the boy in the wall I got the call, started jabbin’ the pen into the page I got Ill, and 28 Days Later I went into a rage You don’t wanna see Danny boil (Boyle), not everybody in ya family loyal Blood thicker than water, but both can be oil I spent years on the soil like Cast Away, understand this If Will son (Wilson) me, he’ll face a round or get connected to a handprint This don’t make no damn sense, I’ll cut a wound 'til you see the texture Then split him into another Will for being extra Remember we was in Cleveland, you lost yo’ shoes in the mall Tellin' security some guys juxed 'em No n***a, when I saw you leave that bag in the shoe store, I took 'em I tried 'em on, they didn’t fit me, then I thought of a jewel b*t*h yo’ life ain’t worth enough for me to walk in yo' shoes Look how I talk to these fools , I’m a OG, deal with it Saw the call, said, "It’s Ill is it? This sh*t finna get illicit." You been actin’ real wicked, intimidatin', in the hood he always clappin’ But there’s a reason "bully starting static" rhymes with "fully automatic" Yeah this pu**y ought to have it, a bullet’ll make his life change Grandpa passed me down a pistol he won at a dice game Yeah this muthaf**ka old, but it still kick with nice range I don’t give a f**k that Will he (wooly) mammoth, I’ll hit em with something Ice Age It’s quite strange, you ain’t a fan of mine no mo’ Now it’s beef to give the fam' some fine promo I’ll run up with a cross bow, I handle mine solo You’ll see me smilin' with a arrow like the Amazon logo My delivery equals boxes for n***as, I got goons that’ll raise steel I’m talking Michigan shooters that’ll kill a rapper if they’re paid Will I got n***as who ain’t never cut hair that’ll fade Ill With a revolver waitin' for it to kick in like a pain pill You give me that lame feel, "my Jamaican shooter", f**k that n***a, we shoot iron That Rasta sh*t didn’t last long like Snoop Lion This dude's dyin’ And he on the ground with this sh*t This dumb ass n***a got a whole ‘nother round of this sh*t Yikes! They done brought the prime out So I brought a bomb out You said you got Michigan shooters? Who? Chris Web- n***a time out But you the Figure Of Figueroa I figure a row of n***as easier to kill once this mel rose (Melrose) I ain't actin' Hollywood Yo, send me the address and we can mail those If it's any event, it's lit, when I'm on it I'm beatin' L.A Danny you think Will's shyer (Wilshire)? I'll be on every street in L.A I said, "Figueroa", "Melrose", "Venice" "Wilshire" all of those are streets in L.A It's like namaste, I'm with the peace in L.A Speed it up, "Nah I'ma stay with the piece in L.A." And body sh*t It blew (blue) all through ya area like Geechi Gotti crib I'll put a band on Danny head like the Karate Kid f**k a crane kick, you'll feel this kick back If I put Danny on the stretcher, you gon' need more than a Miyagi hand rub to fix that You better respect the skill I done charged less to kill You ever had a heart attack while you was driving? Don't nobody want wreck with Ill Cheap kick, but it'll still leave a star buried Through the scope I'll line up the top of ya sh*t like Marbury And start to spray at ya head Unless you Marbury or Stephon, you don't want this tre at ya head These, will knot up Myers I'll Danny Garcia c*ck back and smoke Danny, turn Danny Garcia I'll leave ya, type destroyed I don't like ya poise You wouldn't hit Ill Will (wheel) with a rocket if this was Biker Boyz My [?] name was Ill Will and Bik- f**k it I'ma smoke dawg You know, Lawrence Fishburne/Kid Rock, Smoke/Dogg You don't beat key people That's why you next on the death K-Shine treated you like an extra at best I beat Shine, killed Top, buried Big T, I put vets on the stretch Straight psycho, Jhené Aiko, I had to flex on the (e)X But they say, "Danny an animal" Speed it up I see a Danimal That's what it really is You know, somethin' small and plastic that peel back for ya little kids William hot Feel the shot I give a f**k if you real or not You'll still get a cap stuck on yo' head like Matilda pops Danny! Why so timid? You lamb meat, it's a wrap, let this guy roll (gyro) wit' it I got this cold sh*t down to a science I'm a biochemist in cyrophysics Why you write those lyrics? If I'm gon' hear it, I'll make it to where God can't even find yo' spirit They say, "Danny", I say, "Nice victim" They finally done brought the real (reel) in this cold sh*t, I'm ice fishin' Yo' heart jelly If it's weed in the whip, that's why the car smelly Danny I will flip more O's than R. Kelly Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You peep the suspicion? Bomb in (bombin') his whip, this the remix to 'Ignition' Somethin' hot and fresh out the kitchen If I'm rollin' he bodied, got every man in here missin' This why I became a thug You care about yo' life that much? Well you better step in the name of love I watched you get yo' ass whooped by the pan-African Ever since then, you've been pan handling I got a panoramic view of sh*t that didn't pan out for you and you start panicking That's why this man died I watched in this pandemic you go from pandemonium to bein' pan fried Now it's a riddle in that I said, "pan" to show you the skill it (skillet) take "Skillet" "ill" in the middle of that You gettin' cooked Danny First time meeting Cobra Kai, I know you shook Danny This Parallel Universe got you bad at bein' a husband and a father I just see snakes around you Danny Like Ice Cube in Anaconda Parallel Universe Ice Cube name was "Danny" in Anaconda I'm really winnin' Give him 50 Even if I'm goin' through Hell I'm still makin' it look cool I'm Little Nicky What's all this actin' sh*t about? This what happen in my house Penguin and Batman the only time I seen Danny blackin' at the mouth You mad at two bodies in one? Honor died and Miami ain't look that pretty You ain't never got a 30 too (32) and I'm Magic Johnson; Ill at 60 Will that's shifty And he on the ground with this sh*t Thank the Lord my ceilin' ain't some Volume and sh*t Man look, this how Hell play b*t*h ass n***a, we let shell's spray I don't give a f**k about none of them R. Kelly bars the minute I let the 12 Play You let 40 Cal f**k yo’ baby mama? That n***a had his d**k on her? She asked him what rap group he was in, then he Dip'ped on her All these rappers f**kin’ yo’ queen, that b*t*h snatched the community Yo’ child turns off yo’ battles to play Diplomatic Immunity Yes I have 10 kids, a lot of nookie, head that brought trauma to me I vowed to never have another baby…then I felt ya mamas pu**y Is you mad n***a? Well I’m glad n***a You said, "f**k that baby?" You don’t claim her, all them lies that you told us She put the baby on Will (wheel), and you couldn’t buy her a stroller ? I claim all mine, you said f**k life rules Yo’ daughter gone grow up, stand in front of battle rappers, and suck like you You dress bummy and act like she ain’t worthy of you Next time you battle DNA, you gone be in a paternity suit We hit real licks, we don’t scheme how y’all scheme I keep a Glock in the joggin' {Danny's microphone falls out of his sweatshirt} You dress bummy and act like she ain’t worthy of you Next time you battle DNA, you gone be in a paternity suit We hit real licks, we don’t scheme how y’all scheme I keep a Glock in the joggin' pants next to the drawstring Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? I do Onscreen, he raising a fake .40 at Rawsteen But off screen a real 40 raising his offspring Bar God! f**k ya squad, the Larkin blow Has it ever occurred to you that "Homi" starts with "Ho"? Marvin The Martian Flow, I’m dumpin’ ‘til I nail it He won’t realize it’s green on his head ‘til this brush against his helmet I’m hell bent, you a Brave Heart? Not when you bred soft Bullets goin' through William wall is (Wallace) choppin’ his head off Aleister Crowley once said “Do as thou wilt” But I’m holding a darker Colt (cult) that says “Do Or Die Will” I sold heron, glass, I had it if you would try pills Had fiends runnin' to them lines like suicide drills Ain’t sh*t you can do with my skill This a level that you can’t assess To know who else is in this plane you’ll have to manifest You know Dan the best, n***as try to find loopholes Lake Superior is proof Michigan is surrounded by something too cold Oh you move O’s? We in ya kitchen with a bunch of poles Here’s a dope line...once I take it, up the nose Our careers are juxtaposed, just suppose we was from the other coast That GOAT conversation we both would be discussed the most But f**k it though, I would put the tool to his mind But I’ll get a better crowd reaction with the Uz' in the eyes (oohs and the ahhhs) When explainin' battle rap to newcomers without choosin’ a side A n***a who gives it a hundred percent, I’m who you would describe But you can’t bring a knife to a gun fight, it’s .9's they spray Let's take it up a notch, I'll have the Yak askin', "Why AKs?" (YAK) I understand your cognitive dissonance As far rhymin' depicted I’m the sickest mind that’s in Michigan You tall (Utah) so you gotta raise ya arms this high when you pistol grip But you'll vanish the next day the way mine’ll lift (Monolith) in this b*t*h You’ve witnessed this, you didn’t kill the GOAT You on the ground with this sh*t Thank the Lord he don’t got another round of this sh*t Yikes! WorldStar {fake lunges at Danny} I hate yo' voice It's like, what do you scream for? I hate yo' freckles It looks like someone through some doo doo at you through a screen door I hate yo' actions Puttin' battle rap over yo' family is probably what make drama Yo' actions show you hate Vicki more than Bobby Boucher mama You leavin' is the reason why the drugs and the streets attacked her fast You- wait, Bobby Boucher mama, Vicki, that's why that life attacked her fast In ATL, you said, "Will. This my son. I just met him. I lucked up." I looked at a 21 year old pu**y cause you f**ked up The n***a was dirty as hell and you was cool wit' it It ain't about the fashion, it's how it didn't dawn on you that you did it Man is he weak, I can't stand his physique Damn it Sharif You know I'm in fo' no games but they bring this candle to me Take a f**kin' break and give yo' family some peace Besides, you ain't a Bar God unless you move 3,000 Xani's a week I wig through the streets Raised by killers and trappers You, on a bar spree Bricks in the whip, code word: "Where my car keys (ki's)?" Them bows? You'll love the numbers n***as got girl 'til the f**kin' summer Dan any 'caine (Danity Kane) that we see did Puffy numbers Nice blow, it might go, price low Coke so white....sh*t yo' wife know You mad n***a? Well I'm glad n***a Strawberry face ass n***a Battlin' for short cake (Shortcake) Actin' fearless, knowin' I can scare more n***as than court dates I'll have you floatin' in front of the cannon (Canon) like a Spike Lee shoot sh*t'll open up your top like Ice-T roof I learn the trenches I hate n***as that ain't concerned with digits Gun, white on ya nose, I ain't got no problem burnin' bridges But hold on bro, let's just get a check Danny, I know you been a vet You a man of intellect Bar God, you did it best But we keep talkin' 'bout this Parallel Universe When I'm tryin' to display how our universe intersect You in a mess Do you believe in an Intersecting Universe? I do But y'all can't look I see all ten of ya kids Dawg they shook I'll take out eight of 'em Leave two to console each other about the loss they took Do you believe in an Intersecting Universe? I do It's like a portal, to go from one universe to another So when I see you, shots eat you, face gone They gotta travel to another universe to ID you Do you believe in an Intersecting Universe? I do Cause this where it gets deep In this universe you got all yo' hair and you battle Loaded Lux next week Murda Mook beggin' to battle you while you live it up Might I add, Vicki is drug free and she is thick as f**k All yo' kids go to private school, they happy at the money that daddy make Yo' son in ATL? You ain't just meet him, he in law school 'bout to graduate You've headlined Summer Madness after Summer Madness Danny you gotta go there This n***a T-Rex just gave you 12 racks out of nowhere This Intersecting Universe, I'm tellin' you my n***a, it's all kosher I'm sayin', I'm tryin' to show you can't go Parallel cause you can't cross over You know where I'm from? It's a Matrix in the Mit' When I realized I was The One, and I started to believe I got crazy with the Smith You told Chilla, Keanu called you cause you was the Key Maker Tryin' to make him believe Well just like the movie you gon' die makin' them keys My diagnosis? Psychosis Will gon' stop him, I'm mental That's why they don't mind Ill on Volume Valium This a kill, but I'm in the middle of tranquility So I'ma keep the peace (piece) "Ill" in the middle of "tranqil-" f**k it, that was hard as sh*t But these Little Rascals would rather see the can' crush like Darla p*ssed I'm a shark in this and he on the ground- I killed you n***a But I'm still ya folks I just want you to know, you go against me ya will get wrote n***as say they the best but I kill the GOAT Any ill will toward Ill Will, Ill will get ill and you an ugly motherf**ka Yak Town in this b*t*h
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