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live from the block - danny myers vs king corleone lyrics

[round 1: danny myers]
this n-gga said some bewitch sh-t, i’ll spit this doom
i’ll run in ya crib like, “aye b, which (witch) one of y’all b-tches wanna get this broom?”
i come to texas and this what i gotta do to these dumb n-ggas
tekashi won’t f-ck my mama, he only f-ck wit’ young b-tches
bar god!
i feel like a 9/11 hijacker, he ’bout to die with his children
cause osama gave me the order to be fly in the buildin’
how high is his ceilin’? i was on a plane last night
thinking this battle is a favor he ain’t gain that fight
plus you ain’t that nice
king didn’t see death comin’ like when martin luther checked in the lorraine that night
they said takin’ n-ggas like you would bring problems in
i said, “i’ll split the child, now who i got after king? solomon.”
bar god!
please forgive me, i may be wrong, but what i’m hearin’ is
you a gangsta, thug, battle, texas, crip, lyricist
ridiculous, when i bring the .9 in ya presence
you’ll die from a black magazine, b-tch, time’s of the essence
weapons, got hands, but i’d rather let the fo’ spark
watch how the bird (byrde) wash money, this is ozark
you let bullets blast? you out here sellin’ dope and you full of cash?
well if king coupe’ll (koopa) posses a key we’ll pull his flag?
we ain’t the same brother, stop comparin’ me holmes
you not a diamond in the rough, i see errors ‘leone (sierra leone)
you’ll be buried alone, my n-ggas leave the chrome warm
he’ll die with his head on the steering wheel…he paying homage to the longh-rns
i watched you battle skitz, you was rappin’ too fast, you didn’t amaze me n-gga
you spit vs skitz so frantic now you dealin’ with a crazy n-gga
i’ll approach him, get animated i’ll let the colt spin
turn ya kids to a pool of blood, then see if the adults swim

{danny goes super saiyan}

broke limbs, ripped guts, brains all detached from ya
i’ll make sure every n-gga in his texas chain saw (chainsaw) m-ssacres

{danny goes super saiyan again}

i hook n-ggas, people i beefed with ain’t been seen since
i’ll catch king with his son, p-ss it down, and won’t leave prints (prince)
y’all never seen this, in situations i’ll get my shooters to solve ’em
they’ll put something hot in ya scalp to get to the root of the problem
i made the most vicious k!llers seem regular after they fought with me
i’ve turned animals into normal men, b-tch i’ve altered beasts
my homie dad told him, “if you gone run these streets you gotta do it with caution
this california gang banging gone have you dead in a coffin.”
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do!)
me and his dad trip about it often
he survived the highest bid in prison, but got out and was murdered at a auction
bars!
as i hold this knife, i think about how my bars are different son
i hate this path i chose, so i gotta carve a different one
berettas pop, these crazy lines will never stop
me shootin’ him in front of two surgeons would be a paradox (pair of docs)
i’m the f-ckin’ best, they don’t question my cookin’ like a trusted chef
once this strap get waved… you’ll have a brush with death
don’t take another step, mossberg, watch where the buck lands
they tryna stop the swellin’ in between rounds like a cut man
ya flow just sucks, ya fans, views and stock ain’t goin’ up
then take this loss, king might as (midas) well see if he got the golden touch
the fo’ll bust, and you on the ground with this sh-t
this wack mc got another two rounds of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 2: danny myers]
after this sh-t, they gon’ say, “danny took it in the south.”
this n-gga rappin’ about bruce leroy, b-tch catch the bullet in ya mouth
and! i’ll run up on his b-tch, i’ll put it in her blouse
you just said rich names well this yo’ house and my foot is on yo’ couch
and! i’ma hide this n-gga body, you don’t need to find him
you right n-gga, i don’t use rubbers, yo’ b-tch said i don’t need the condom
i’ma finish what this cat started, run up on his porch with the mac sparkin’
blow out the whole left side of his chest, i don’t do anything half hearted
rap artist, jeffrey guy, you never say stuff outta fear
if y’all don’t wanna see this jeff gore then (gordon) you better race up outta here
he gettin’ f-ckin played, i’ll run up on this b-tch and untuck the blade
then cut king in front of his partner, he suck at spades
his guts get shaved, i keep cuttin’ til his insides are ripped out
you’ll get half off for going to war, that’s a military discount
when i’m on these small leagues, they ignore it, ion worry they know it
the bloggers call them no names to blurry they focus
look here n-gga, i’m movin’ you out
i just hope when i drop 30 they (day) notice
when i c-ck the special, yo’ n-ggas can not protect you
i can be alone and still hide (hyde) the body like dr. jekyll
i couldn’t wait to get a chance to shoot ya
you got ya name from italy, but couldn’t be mansa musa?
a black man with no sense of self, this angle probably gettin’ too old
but if you heard of mansa musa, you’d know i’m givin’ you gold
this yo’ look biggest look, i’m sure yo’ n-ggas told you to wig black
this should give you the push you need, but og percy already did that
sig’ clap, don’t beef with this staff of ours
it’s crazy how i look in kings eyes (king size) and don’t see half the bars
this a horror movie, we’ll run up on ya team and spray wigs
you gone have to put yo shades on to see if they live
i don’t know if i should walk up, or snipe the n-gga, tryna see how i’ma clap him next
i’m tryna have different perspectives from the king like malcolm x
yo’ gal the best, i never spoke on the dame
but i remember that time she gave me throat til i came
she took the screen off, leaned in and choked on it maine
boy i was sucked out the window like the gl-ss broke on a plane
ain’t no hope for you lames, i was hoping we could rap here
i’m was tryna get some culture out this p-ssy like a pap smear
i lack fear, in this game… we not even
only time battle rappers bring up king is when t-top speakin’
this a detox treatment, all this dope is leavin’ me
i told him i was a god, these n-ggas don’t believe in me
you won’t be on a tv screen, or any network from you said best
but if y’all think jeff fox worthy (foxworthy), you should be slapped til you got a redneck
i’m on a bread quest, i hustle to get bread still
to survive my residence, i combined with the herb like chris redfield
get ya head peeled, i run up on this b-tch with the .9 screamin’
he gettin’ k!lled on live from the block like gettin’ shot while you live streamin’
i survived evenings…hustlin’ in places you lames can’t go
127 hours i stuck with the rock like james franco
it’s the same angles, 12k, 10 kids, this what they doin’ among us?
it’s always 12 and 10 let’s you know i’m doin’ my numbers
i’m the gunner, and you on the ground with this sh-t
this whack mc got a whole ‘nother round of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 3: danny myers]
he put up a fight, he just wasn’t rappin’ as well
he said i got an egghead, well i’ma let this sh-t crack on his sh-ll
i beat cats, to the street crack and you weak wack
and this n-gga called me alf, cause i eat cats
this battle gone open up doors for you, just keep rappin’ ya verse
what they didn’t tell you, is those doors go to the back of a he-rs-
i was trapped with a curse, i got a gift, but n-ggas hate
i gotta go through this to show ’em that my pen a trait (penetrate)
let me demonstrate, my fight sk!lls, i’ll sock you then smack ya pops
let’s see you debate with the hook (the bait)…like a tackle box
this rookie not tough
i was talking to google, i said “alexis…texas…”, and this p-ssy popped up
(alexis texas is a p-rn star by the way)
do yo’ n-ggas rap?, they’ll need a pen to respond
i’m just tryna see if kings men (kingsmen) got a similar bond
you’re surrounded by yes men, ain’t none of them clowns loyal
you must’ve named yourself “king” after sippin’ on crown royal
tryna get cool with norbes, beggin’ for pgs and handouts
if you got no legs to stand on how the f-ck you’ll be a stand out?
you know what comes with this battle sh-t? ain’t no heroes n-gga
it’s hearin’ haters say you lost after you 3-0’d n-ggas
it’s buildin’ a fan base and a brand, make ’em feel apart of that
it’s still remainin’ humble after you sign an autograph
slaughter cats, discipline, late nights writin’ a lotta sh-t
it’s giving shots to cats like you and sayin’ “f-ck all the politics”
so f-ck having the sk!ll set to beat danny myers
you should wanna have the sk!ll set to be danny myers
you tryna prove to the state of texas that lyrically we about even
when you shoulda been tryna prove you the best in the south region
i bet scotty, ha double, and double m’ll murk his -ss
o’fficial, sire, and staz moved up to a workin’ cl-ss
ya verses trash, i watched ya battles like “homie wrong.”
and skitz already proved he the better corleone
look here jeromey rome, i’m applyin’ the smoke
i wasn’t even gon’ battle, i was gone fly in and host
i asked osama for his best guy, i ain’t tryin’ to roast
he said “technically it’s not king, but he been cryin’ the most.”
face shot, then i shoot the small witness
no matter how personal it sounds, it’s all business
slogan flip, he talkin’ ’bout fightin’ while i’m loadin’ sh-t
ya knuckles sharp? get a pole through ya chest on some logan sh-t
i exposed this b-tch, you ain’t know how hard myers rap?
ya bars are dumber than you and that f-ckin’ barbed wire bat
i’m appalled by ya stats, i’ll catch him and let the gun ring
it’s a difference between being a kingdom, and a dumb king
ya bars ain’t mean enough
trim the fat out ya rounds, pimp, see (pimp c), ya set ups ain’t lean enough
the beam is tucked, and even though he already on the ground with this sh-t
thank the lord he don’t got another round of this sh-t
yikes!

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