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lirik lagu danny myers vs. drugz – urltv

[round 1: danny myers]
i ain’t wanna take this bag, but ima k!ll you, and ima make it fast
the minute they gave me a trailer for drugz i knew he’d be breaking bad
let’s make this crystal, i pushed this battle twice, not cause he scared me
but i had to say no to drugz…then they dared me
therapy, this intervention comes set with a price
his family huddled giving speeches how drugs affected their life
my sk!lls come second to christ, he might see heaven now
i’m a god amongst men that’ll likеly severe crowns
fans viеw this battle and think i might be steppin’ down
but i’m using drugz to get to bigger cards like mike p second round
you got this battle cause they canceled me versus will, bruh feel the facts
you was a stand in on born legacy 10, and i done peeled it back
they rebooked me versus will, i’m still obligated to come k!ll this cat
it’s crazy i left the dope game, and i’m still doing drug deals with smack
i get flak for taking you, but i beat legends with everlasting fame
this ain’t tenet, stop acting like the protagonist never had a name
besides, i’m here to get this peon sharper
this battle is the highlight of your life and i’m the neon marker
he’s beyond bothered, lyrically i’m a phenom author
the last wave of battle rappers you can see i fathered
the parallel universe, i heard it heard it flipped eight ways
even they say before there was drugz i was the gateway
mainstage book jeruz, but get you for a cheaper rate
twork gone always be part of yo’ legacy like lisa raye
you finna bleed today, blade tucked, i get up on you then it raise up
my knife the vaccine, drugz get the side of his face stuck
you gone say what? we got machetes, them twitter fingers get chopped at
he tweeted some sh*t he wasn’t supposed to say, then he got hacked
glock clap, pop the banger, you in all kinda danger
hydro shock hollow tip bullet in the llama chamber
i’m a dominator, last few classics i’m the common denominator
yet and still champion of the year don’t nominate him
they gotta hate him, but the fans revere me like i’m a savior
y’all favorite are duckin’ me, i’m the reason surf became a commentator
i’ll address the drama later, my wife and kids, them lame angles bore me
we not in the same dimension…you got nothin’ for d (4d)
of course we, can shoot it out, give a f*ck if his child ‘round
loud pound, all in his face knockin’ this clown down
better tone that bass, all in my sp*ce rockin’ a wild style
i put duct tape around his mouth i can surround sound
this wasn’t even hooked up right, they say this lame a writer
every time i see em he got on gang attire
wait surround sound? ain’t hooked up right?
cause when ya surround sound ain’t hooked up right you see a bunch of hangin’ wi..
you can’t even hang with myers, bang the fire
metal in ya mouth, the taste acquired
n*ggas act like having a pen in battle rap ain’t required
we ain’t got the same desire, you worried about who name is higher
i write cold (code) to show you it’s levels like game designers
ya brain is minor, and you on the ground with this sh*t
this wack mc got another 2 rounds of this sh*t
yikes
[round 2: danny myers]
mr. tough guy huh? it’s time for a og to lecture em
i know prison n*ggas who hit the yard and banged it out with the best of em
i know hustlers who sell weight and break down grams to the decimal
but we all know, never go to another mans city disrespecting’ em
let’s play swear to god, swear to god you ain’t get ran outta st louis, every round he let the .40 blow
oh y’all ain’t hear this story? well this how the story go
they drove you through the hood took you to a street where the gats rung
same block where the packs come, y’all drove by a dope house, and you said “that’s where young ill get his crack from”
and that’s dumb, cause he watching live, he wasn’t f*ckin’ with cha
you was about to battle f mag, ‘til he pulled up with a hundred n*ggas
young ill don’t be on social media, he not with the mentions
sometimes it be about what you say not the intention
they pulled up to venue with choppers and glocks with extensions
looked like a zombie movie, a bunch of ill n*ggas blockin’ the entrance
the league owner said this a murder i’m not finna witness
he kept em busy while they snuck you out the spot with the quickness
parking lot full of henchmen, they was tryna cut ya jugular
they had to sneak drugz into the airport like a smuggler
what’s up with ya?, that night you almost died drugz
they just couldn’t bump into this p*ssy like a side hug
they was outside blood, ready to make you feel they law
it’s crazy, they wasn’t able to step on drugz and you still ain’t raw
but this don’t affect your goons standing, you still lyrically fearless
but the way i witnessed moon landing i’m no longer a conspiracy theorist
what’s up with that uppercut you threw, not this one, the slow one
who the f*ck you thought you was gone hit with that? no one
looked like some old drunken master kung fu, so dumb
the minute you come at me with that karate sh*t is when i show gun (shogun)
wait show gun, flip that, ya nick name is gun show, i’m well protected
so when i show gun to “the gun show” it’s self reflection
listen yusef, i got a bullet with yo’ name on it, the nine mili spray
that’s a name a flip, but what’s the use if you dyin’ anyway?
bar god !
this ya last hour, b. dots on ya head, the man got a glock
long extension, round at the bottom, look like a grandfather clock
ya time is tickin, heat is on you, beef is local
head shot, we even sh*ll toes, you like adidas don’t you?
we could show you anybody can put you to shame
you’re the least creative battle rapper, i mean look at ya name
you said “ima name myself “gun”, nope i got it, then he shrugged
i spit crack, plus i’m dope, i’ll be drugz
f*ck, just thinking ’bout it gives me nose bleeds
you’re exactly the type of battle rapper that we don’t need 42
most leagues only book you cause you’re so cheap
pole squeeze and the rest go to ya kids like proceeds
bro please what you f*ckin’ with a psycho for?
if you think you young n*ggas can punch with us old heads go watch george foreman vs. michael moorer
i been in all types of war, and you on the ground with this sh*t
arsonal ’bout to get every round of this sh*t
yikes!
[round 3: danny myers]
i ain’t say sh*t the whole time you was rappin’, in case you ain’t get what the message was
i wasn’t moved by a single thing you said, cause i really felt the effects of drugs
my wife battled and beat drug addiction, she quit her consumption
while i battled redundant angles and n*ggas assumptions
sh*t is disgusting i gotta say this sh*t in the public
but in exchange for them giving me drugz, i’m giving em substance
who am i?
i been wrapped in plastic packages and stashed between racks and beams
covered with vaseline and placed in the tank with the gasoline
who am i?
from a troubled past, i been stuffed and tagged, cut and slashed
while being transported inside a duffel bag
who am i?
i had every name from snuff to glass, huff and hash
n*ggas puff and pass while they cuttin’ class
who am i?
i been inside of trunks of trucks that crashed, high speed chases, f*ckin’ fast
n*ggas buck and blast at under covers who up the badge
who am i?
i’m the reason n*ggas is clappin’
i’m the reason t*top and eazy the block captain rappin’
who am i?
i’m the reason geechi can get his set fresh
i’m the reason goodz came to the battles the best dressed
who am i?
even in square form i’m a masterpiece
the cause of catastrophes, they even named this battle league after me
who am i?
i’m why dope fiends standing ‘round, i’m different colors from tan to brown
different weights from grams to pounds
who i am?
n*ggas up the shotty for me, street n*ggas lobby for me
back in the day yo’ mommy probably traded her body for me
who am i?
i am hood folklore, the reason prostitutes suck until their throat sore
i’m what tony montana got on that boat for
who am i?
i’m what put n*ggas up in the nice benzes, diamonds crushed in the ice pendant
f*ckin’ with white women, duckin’ a life sentence
who am i?
to test my potency i was submerged within fire
i done ended careers and started empires
who am i?
skin made of cellophane but they ripped mine off
i been hunted by fbi, dea, even sniffed by dogs
this is not all, i been whipped, split, froze and rocked
flipped, shipped, rolled and popped
sniffed, sipped, smoked and shot
who am i?
i am drugs, who the f*ck are you?!
just a n*gga spitting gun bars
i gave n*ggas life, they just get this n*gga drugz charged
you sub par, this the future i’ve created
i’m the goat, i done left whole groups annihilated
this a dream come true for you, just view what i am sayin’
it’s f*cked up i gotta smoke drugz and see my pupil die elated (dilated)
you been violated, and you on the ground with this sh*t
thank the lord he ain’t got another round of this sh*t
yikes!

- urltv

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