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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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