Paroles Danny Myers vs. Kid Chaos par URLtv

{Kid Chaos opts to go first}

Act One: Of The Tragedy That Is Danny Myers

Let’s start by stating the obvious shall we?
Tonight, you’re gonna be significantly more lyrical, than typical Which is a gift that I give to you
I mean cause you wish to prove, what the Kid can do isn’t difficult So then coincidentally it then to, will be assistin' you and yo' pen on hittin’ this pinnacle...
I know that was a lot
Basically, I swear when you speak, it’s gone be an Air BNB; oh you gone flip the room
But when you do, just know that I possess those properties first so I’m more responsible for it then you
Y’all know this sh*t the truth
Every time you touch the ring, you mirror your opponents to some degree
It’s funny with all these multiverses in which bruh believe, that as far as dimension goes, flat out there’s really only one to D (1D)
So tonight you gonna put aside some of "just should punch routine" just because you’ve studied what I bring
Damn I’m a threat!
I got the Mandela Effect
I’m the future, making this legend adjust to me
Boy I couldn’t even prep for you a month of weeks
And still made you my business
When you shouldn’t even be in my company
But because I don’t budge it (budget) seems
You’re a liability that shouldn’t be afforded that luxury
So go ahead
Cause even wit’ my back against the wall, the Kid 'bout to leave his mark as I measure myself above you B
And for years you’ve charted my growth, so you already know what’s up wit’ me!
But what you bring?
sh*t only the west craving (Wes Craven), a bunch of Screams?
So I’ma wash this pu**y f**kin' clean
Since we coming up on spring, and that’s Summers Eve
So don’t huff and puff wit’ me
Cause like the Chris Tucker scene, in Friday when he was trippin' off angel dust for weeks
I ain’t seen a muhf**ka yet that I think touchin' me
Boy I would even be tweaking on Twitch
Wait a second bro
You think cause we in Cali I’ma be shook punk?
Boy in the [?] we got military grade guns, I'm comfortable enough to go to any hood bruh
sh*t make me look buff
So don't ask me why these arms so big...b*t*h I do pull ups
So even if you could duck, I’m got somethin' that'll Hawk you down for starters
This tre (Trae) done took Young
So these shells gone bomb ya, like how I feel about Michelle Obama
b*t*h I wish you would run
Cause I ain’t gone play, I know you created a Parallel Universe for me tonight, right?
Good, make my day!
And I’ma break yo' face!
Cause lookin' back at the stats from dude, that I’ve viewed
This sh*t made me actually mad at something I had to do
I love women bro
I did not put on body spray to attract this fool
I didn’t ask (Axe) for you
Cause you rap like the average Smack recruit
So one sided you come across plain (plane) like latitude
I mean, we all talk about havin' straps and tools
Hell I just said I got the biggest chambers in the house but I still made a blueprint on how to master rooms
But as for you?
It took for there to be no stars for you to have your Big Bang; Darwin would lose it
If he saw how yo' progress is doing
You would have all of our views, on biology ruined
Cause how you believe in all this science you using and not evolution bro
It boggles the students
So if yo' career was life itself you'd still be microorganism tryna learn how to survive and maneuver
Damn!
Guess this means this what you mean when you told me online you not even human
I mean, I am influenced
But see, it's more so from your role
You were a roster best but forgoing stuff to grow
Yet at the top I guess so swords thrown to cut ya throat
Will have the doctors stitch what tore sewing up a goat (torso and up a goat), like Baphomet
But I’m not impressed
Smack will let me rap five minutes and pretend his clock ain’t set
Cause I told him he could cut me off when I lie, and he ain’t stop me yet
I'm c*cky? Yes
But Dan Myers the vampire you do not reflect
How back in the heyday, you established this main frame
But retracted from adding cause you still rappin’ the same way
You gon' come and spit, lame stuff, a bunch of flips
Say bruh that’s nothing big
You have like a million children of course you ‘bout to f**k the Kid name up
Like, "I can’t remember is you Cindy or Jane?"
sh*t ain’t a game
Wit’ that little village of children you made, it looks to me that you are literally living my name
Kid...Chaos
Goddamn bro, you prolly gonna use me to vent to them on this stage ain't you?
Like “I’m get enraged, two baby Ninas, reminds you of all the children I’ve raised
But this is okay. If I corner him it’s cause I spend everyday puttin' kids in they place
Bar Goooood
Boy f**k you...
That sh*t you rap isn’t special
But I’ma let you have at ya lesson and get to that in the second

We from South Carolina

Aye, this ain't about which man yell it the best
b*t*h, I beat yo' ass last week, this is just the Mandela Effect
I'm here to rap witchu
I got bars, I brought a pack for you
If you let this hoe tell it (hotel), he right here Shining and that's where I brought an Axe for you

I'm too cold bro. You see them rebuttals my n***a? I'm too cold man, listen

Act 2 of “The tragedy that is Danny Myers”

I say a bar I like..."f**k is you playin' with?!"
He say a bar he like...
{Chaos starts screaming and pulls out a party popper}

Alright, obviously, I wanted that part to come off comically
But see the impression I gave, is the impression you give
You’ve made yourself a mockery
From all the hollering, and the posturing
Puttin' lima beans in a time machine, quite possibly
You never had a spell where you showed you owned those words like an apostrophe
A Bar God god MC?
Not to me, but see those properties, I got 'em, see
I’ll take the Virgin Mary and Mary Magdalene and get Mary Mary to ménage wit’ me
Turn 'em all to freaks
And I only thought of that bar cause he
Give himself a title that’s f**kin' too (two) broad to me
So the song I sing, is gospel themed
I already mentioned "Mary Mary" and you ain’t got in you what I “God in me”
An anomaly to a nominee
Hell, even if my ops elite, I’m still who P would swap for B
So in a word I can even make them sound obsolete
You follow me?
See, you are a fraud MC bro
I hate the rep you're given
Cause they say you extra pennin'
Let you wonder (Wanda) off which (Witch) creates a hex with them
Cause you lack soul but they respect your Vision
And let you get a way (away) wit’ Hell for instance
You told Ars’ you gotta use yo' gun to your phone's camera to unlock it
Didn't make any sense but still they was yellin', trippin'
When that bar make me wanna mush yo' Apple through a steering wheel so wit' ya face you’ll wreck ignitions (facial recognition) SKUUUURRTTT!
Hit the brakes and rev the engine
I’m puttin' my feet down you can say I’m pressed and p*ssed then (pressin' piston)
Cause I'm mad bro
Y'all know I studied all of bro tapes
And you know this is no hate
But y’all gassed that “Who Am I” round like it was so great
Well ya don’t say
When that sh*t- when you think about it, was a broken toll gate
Cause they let you pass and it ain’t make no sense (cents) in no way
All he did was set up bad schemes
Correlating with sellin' mad ki's h
Hella packs seized and puttin' himself in traps, where fellas stack green
But never had themes
Directly correlating with the battler he accepted that week
So when he ended it with “I AM DRUGZ”
I did the math and thought the numbers he did was average, like, "Psst whatever that means”
But you yelled it at peak
Actin' like you the best but I haven’t been too impressed
Like as long as yo' punches fire, you think none'll tire (nun attire) but that’s still a habit l knew address (a dress)
We know Cali is used to natural moving threats
Using the Richter Scale to measure earth quakes, but that’s a tool you neglect
Cause we can’t even graph how you, truly shake and rattle rooms Cause I don’t think you’ve grasped the magnitude of this yet
That happens by da fault
So wait, d (the) fault, or default, it's D fault
Pppuh, mind blown
I mean I won’t say it fits him perfect, but the sh*t's concernin'
From how he pick ya words, to his discernment
To how you were in a camp and tripped, determined
For it to get him a pitch to live in then worked it for all intents (in tents) and purpose
To how you're intense on purpose, you know what I'm sayin'?
To how you're intense on purpose, sayin' a lot of dumb ass sh*t they let you get away wit’
Cause you ancient
So if you slip a disc it’s worth it
Y’all steady tryna get him workin'
But he glitchin', certain
Because he been playing at the same level for years cause he the default demo version
HEADSHOT!
It’s rare you get to meet you influence in person
I mean this is super
Look at you back in time tryin' to prevent the future
But like that Bruce Willis movie, if you tryin' to kill who you were, you shoulda just been a Looper
This sh*t ain’t just a rumor
So history will reflect, that the kid was seen as a threat
So once you see these bars are golden you’ll realize the only motherf**ker getting rid of me is myself
Which is the piece you neglect
Oh I went to searchin'
And in ya verses
Bro, you are an average dude at ya best
But they’ve established you as a vet, when really your only attribute is you have attitude and you yell
You lack the aptitude for this test
You're like the machine we see in a teacher's classes room on a desk
You think you get dem (dim) lights, and think we gone see it as off the wall cause all you have to do is project
But that’s the tool you neglect
Time man

One thing about Chaos, is I don’t slack
From the openin' credits to the final act
It's curtains close when I attack
But some people say my rhymes too complied to grasp, well I do that
To make sure there’s no lines to Jack
So if I call you out, ain’t no star 69 for that
Cause I don’t know how to dial it back
Now is that arrogance?
Or simply me wearing where my awareness is?
Cause these comparisons, to these heretics
Got me tight, cause they don’t fit me, them sh*ts is wearing thin
So go ahead, go and angle me like you was lyin' on Drugz...I dare you b*t*h
I’ll be very p*ssed
I don’t matter what tier you is
I’m Chaos and a T’d off terrorist is where terror is
So yo skin may tear a bit, but that's cause I want to tear a bite (terabyte) of ya memory where a terrace
Do you terrible, contusions, bruises, I bet a host will show like Terrance did
And that's the scary bit, I ain’t sparing sh*t
Even in my body bags, b*t*h ain't no more room I can spare in them
My bags are packed...I’m prepared to trip
Boy the shots I give are mixed, wit’ Iron Solomon and Charlie when
You see me airin' (Aaron) Clips
Bullets at the top of the magazine, rap like me, you know, upstairs and sh*t
In a Full House that carry twins
So Myers will get shot 'til the white show
Now they gotta find something to make Danny Tanner wit'
There it is
The moment you notice you f**ked up
See ya road got some bumps cause lately you just been rolling on dumb luck
I mean, we promote you a GOAT but
Some of us don't think you supposed to be one bruh
You lowkey a sub huh?
So a knife thrown in ya gut up to ya throat is a must cause....
You know when I get a sub, you know the Kid gonna cut up
So what’s up?
Danny Myers...I’m not sure if you’re aware of this
But you do know that you can retire?
Right?
Or do you feel without this culture to sing your praises there not much of a purpose you can acquire (a choir)?
Oh let’s amplify ya
Cause we notice a lot, you be mediocre often a lot
And they still call you a god and give you all of these props
But I don't think it's cause your verses ill it’s
Prolly cause they don’t wanna hurt ya feeling cause we think this may be all that you got
Now you may say that that’s a reach
And maybe it could be
But if you look at the way they exaggerate what you achieve, it’s not as crazy as it seems
You lost three battles in a row to the new generation of MC’s
Eazy, Holmzie, and Jerry Wess
Even lost the Will like they deflated your esteem
But every card they got a chance for Danny like you they favorite team
So URL keep the name on a repeat, every card it’s, "Danny Danny" They want you to stay DM (stadium) it seems
But that’s my point, you see curve in which you graded in this D?
You almost failing see (C)
So they should just place you in between
But after four failed tests they say you on a (honor) roll and now you graduating with a B
Do you get the correlation that I bring?
I never clearly lose and yet they say I gotta do ten more battles 'fore I make it on this league
But you can lose four, then put on the bare minimum on a “run” and they’ll say you on a streak
And that’s the naked truth
And I promise this ain’t no hate to you
You know you my dawg
So maybe just my frustration at the culture breaking through
And I’m finding a way to make it relate to you
But I promise I’ve relayed the proof
Bro, you're a passionate, battle rap activist
And who wants to dislike the likeable guy?
So you know what they do?
Fans assist you wit’ the best praise
And pick up after your messes they give you help lame
But if I get done dirty, Chaos gotta clean up after Chaos, b*t*h I’m self made
And you gon' get ya self slain
So you better get yaself some help
Before you don’t got enough credits to be in a real class and I give you this TEC(h)
Then your family and friends will be stressed
Confused, cause you dead and yet they still miss you to death
But then I will tell your mother I'll put bullets in her (inner) child cause he was kiddin’ (kid in) himself
b*t*h I’m the best
And the validity of that statement isn’t contingent upon whether or not you’ve admitted it yet
Even your, you know, contemporaries try to downplay my ability That's simply because they witness a threat
But every non believer gon' get they day of reckoning, I just ain’t get the chance to get to them yet
Cause I'm a god
And it's more than what I do with these bars
Even down to the tool that's why I'm truly a star
Think you provin' me wrong then go through all my songs
And then you'll be M.I.A.: Music Is Art