urltv – chess vs. danny myers lyrics
[round 1: chess]
they got the bar god vers’ the bar demon
i’m in rare form
i was so scared for him, i asked saga to say a prayer for him
i said, “pray this n-gga don’t be…touchin’ me all extra this battle, ‘cause i just might put my hands on him
and i pray that if this can’ on him, then these shots’ll get to land on him.”
yo, cleveland, if i shoot, y’all shootin’ wit’ me? (yeaaaah!)
exactly – these shots’ll get the land on him! bang!
first and foremost, bring up anything that (past tense, you suckin’ mad d-ck!
i got three words only: i’m back, b-tch!)
i’m a young g
before you try to son me, go home and be a dad, b-tch!
and y’all better not react to all that wack sh-t!
just let it by-p-ss – none of them g-ssed tricks (gastric)!
this trash pr-ck isn’t ready!
i’mma k!ll him on stage, then off-stage, i’m rippin’ him deadly
after i beat danny tre-0 (trejo), he gon’ get the machete!
yeah, blackface swung on me like a grown man – so what?
he was protectin’ his own fam’!
and i respect that, ‘cause he an og
see, you just an old man
and y’all got one thing in common
two elder n-ggas on stage wit’ punches that won’t land!
but all jokes aside, though, man, og called me on the phone and we spoke
see, that’s why sometimes you gotta go through the most to get close, man
and that’s why your lil’ raps can’t move me
‘cause me and him both cut from a different cloth
but this boy? cotton (boycottin’)
see, he ain’t even know me and blackface gucci
cal’ pops wasn’t there ‘cause he was caught up in the streets!
my pops wasn’t there ‘cause he was caught up in the streets!
your kids’ pops wasn’t there ‘cause he was caught up in the…battle culture
see, i’m a protector
my family is who i go to battle over
you a neglector
you don’t take care of your family until the battle over!
type n-gga that’s lame as sh-t!
his baby moms gotta work, his battle rap friends wanna hang and sh-t
and he on the back on the phone like, “man, i gotta baby-sit”
wait…how the f-ck you baby-sit your own kids, b-st-rd!?
when it’s your responsibility, you don’t just watch one
that won’t ever be me and my son!
it’s apparent (a parent) that you are not one!
but wanna act like somebody grandpops!
‘til i blam shots, or (-swoo-) the d-mn ox’ll turn this fake–ss goat into lamb chops!
y’all ready to turn up? (yeah!)
(-chk-chk-) the gun in my hand c-cked
and this b-tch could die from a smith bein’ too close like hanc-ck!
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