URLtv, Arsonal, Danny Myers - Arsonal vs. Danny Myers lyrics
[URLtv, Arsonal, Danny Myers - Arsonal vs. Danny Myers lyrics]
You use disrespect cause you can’tpunch
The way you paintsucks
Bitch, is yo’ mama dead? If she ain’tfuck
This finna be a homicide
It’s fucked up I hope his mama died
But he getting this work
And from his resume
I would say he’s qualified
We don’t let the drama slide from ho threats
Bitch yo’ grandma will get throat checked
I’ll lock yo’ daughter in a sauna for eight
Hours and walk away with no sweat
You took disrespect to heights
You traveled the world on connecting flights
When SMACK couldn’t get Lux and Hollow you
Told them to set the price
You started a league
Gave opportunities to newcomers
And vets alike
The view record, you set it twice
I can’t take anything away
From youexcept ya life
You gon' see death tonight
Bitch, I stay with that extension
I gotta hold the gun in front of
My phone to open the Facial Recognition
It’s the pistol grip
You drove school buses on
Some Miss Frizzle shit
When my young niggas in the field trip
Who you think signed the permission slip?
Scarface didn’t wanna kill
Women and children
Me I’m on some different shit
I got a bomb under yo’ baby mama
Car that ignites when the ignition switch
Picture this, you rehearsing bars
Flowin’ ya stanzas
You call to check on your daughter
And no one would answer
Yo’ baby mama FaceTime you with her
Eye swoll in the camera
You squashed yo’ beef with Joe Budden
Well I’ma hold 'em for Ransom
Speaking of ran some, G Mayne Frost
Chased you out the club
You was ‘bout to get stomped to death
Trick Trick had you shook in Detroit
And Calicoe had to jump in that
And Bay Area niggas had you
Sneaking out the venue
They was going to the trunk for TECs
This nigga Arsonal done ran out so many times
It got me questioning ya gun connect
In every battle you say you from the set
A hood niggas was born to claim
Dre Vishiss and Aktive put you on
Now they can’t even get ya phone to rang
You stopped fuckin’ with 'em
You don’t check in
You done left ya boys to hang
See it’s fake niggas like you that
Kept me from joinin' gangs
I stayed on 103rd in the 80’s
Back then they woulda killed him
This nigga can battle on a Hollywood set
But can’t check in with his real one?
How do y’all feel him? You in front
Of a monster that can spit terror
You from the days of Lions Dens
And Fight Clubnow you made this error (era)
Clips air ya, with double Rugers
I can humble rulers
What’s a man that presents
Himself as a problem, to a trouble shooter?
You a fuckin’ loser, perpetratin’
Like a real boss
You exposed T Top baby mama
Showing her skills off
That was supposed to be a automatic body bag
And you still lost
Don’t you get it? Outside of disrespect
You don’t leave an impression no creativity
Just a bunch of filler beneath the aggression
We need some progression
You spit the shit a novice would yell
Where’s the metaphors? The similes?
An entendre would help
I don’t care if you got a secret room with
A bunch of guns stocked on the shelf
It doesn’t matter if you own an arsenal
If you not one ya self glock in the belt
Pistol handle under my navel
Leaving niggas with their heads split open
Is one of my staples
I’m not coming with fables
I’m connected in Vegas on a hundred levels
The minute you in LV
(UNLV) you’ll be a Running Rebel
The gun’ll settle, any beef
Shells finna air at him
I watch him bleed while bullets
Swell in ya melanin
Human flesh loses color hours after death
You killed rappers
But our bodies pale in comparison
I killed and embarrassed him
Spray with a loud pistol
A K from the crowd hit you
A hundred round drum'll spit an
Eight minute round with you my shit is real
My shit is raw my shit authentic
You can’t spell bars without putting
Bar God in it bitch
Danny Myers, you was born January 19thof 1980
Which means you 20 days away
From being a 70's baby
That information might be irrelevant maybe
But that don't take away from the fact that
You was damn near a 70's baby
Now all jokes aside, let's be real though
How old you nigga? I mean "Sir"
I'ma respect my elders like
I'm supposed to nigga
I ain't have shit to write about so
Your age was my go-to nigga
Even as this new Danny improved
All we see is this old you nigga
And your wife Vicki hey Vicki
She smoke reefer in a bong
Coke, dope and methamphetamine
She don't just be Cheech'ing in the Chong
And she be thinkin' 'bout other niggas
While your fingers in her thong
Vicki got secrets up the ass G
You don't see that she's
Just stringing you along?
You battled a nigga two weeks ago
Actin' like Ars' ain't makin' you scared
Just like your crackhead ass wife
You go take drugs
(Drugz) before facin' your fears
Cause you some other nigga
I'm surprised that bitch really learned
To love a nigga maaan, you some other nigga
I'm surprised that bitch really learned
To love a nigga
Every time I hear you speak I hear
The autobiography of a sucka nigga
You came to an Arsonal battle to
Hold a speaker for another nigga
But, if she was hungry
You wouldn't even order
A box of pizza for your mother nigga
100 shooters, all got lasers
Not one gun is fake
They'll put a red dot on every
Freckle on your fuckin' face
I'll tell you what's a thin
Line between love and hate
They let you close yo' eyes then BOW
Yo' head now say yo' fuckin' grace
Now when I lay me down to sleep
I pray my soul to take
To the Golden Gates if my last
Breath come before I wake
Cause death is life's best kept secret
Something we overrate
But, your conscious will kill you
If you know the deal think about that
And it's gon' come a day
Where your fans won't relate
Niggas won't post your song while you
Alive cause niggas known to hate
But sure to post your funeral flier
Soon as they know the date
Cause all actions is premeditated
We makin' no mistakes
Oh, retaliation is a must in
This life there's no escape
But, for legal reasons my
Niggas known to wait
And I'm from where you ain't gotta
Be obese to die over weight (overweight)
Butwait i just wanna know who said you
The "Bar God" they all lied
Double barrels frog eye knife I rip it
(ribbet) then twist it soon as
He arf! the dog died your wife set you up
Her habit's is what got y'all robbed
I pushed his line back before
The play even started
This shit knocks off sides
My universe ain't parallel
It intersect at Durrell Island
Truth be told I don't think
Those is the right
Angles to use on a nigga this well rounded
I will have you dance with the devil
I'll put you through Hell's challenge
Man my Ruger German with a whisper accent
Why? Cause usually the shells silence
Now am I threat to he? Definitely
Battle critics talkin' 'bout him edging me
If this was 2000 with Jay on the remix, Myers
(Mya) couldn't get 'The Best Of Me'
Scratches Carolina new kicks
Hottest nigga on the block
Was in love with nice pistols since I was six
High school? That's when I crossed over
That's when I banged Crip battles, same shit
Cause, I gave away Clips, Myers
Get it together or
This lyrical Berretta gon'
Point at your body, I, hit wherever you
Actin' like Arsonal can't, finish whoever
Actin' like I'm ya fan my name not "Dan"
Your wife knew we was battlin'
She been suckin' me for months
So go have an affair
Act like an adult for once
Because my hand was up her skirt
God Daniel, hurt
All that stupid shit you finna say won't work
I don't respect bitches
But, I respect Mama Rebel
Grandma Haddie and Auntie Lesie
In a major way they all born sinners
Now following God tutorial from day to day
They told me, "Pray today
No matter if the sun shining
Snow in August or a rainy day
You know how hard it is for me to ask an
Invisible nigga I never met to
Take my pain away?
So be careful when you praying against me
Cause, I brought my own whip
And my own chain so
The white man will never be able to lynch me
Do I believe in miracles? Yes
I say it officially
Cause my Uncle Tony, he died twice
Came back to life and had a baby at 60
Nigga I'm big Jersey
On URL, I'm half past the hour shit
Got about six 30s return Of The Mack
You gon' think I knocked on
Heaven's Door to get Bernie
I'm actin' like a young hyena
I fed the clip 30 no, I can't wife my Nina
Cause the bitch dirty
DE from Sesame Street, that's a big birdy
I'm suited up, two straps on the shoulder
Oh it's a bit nerdy
I used to call my Ruger my "Cougar"
That was a bit girly
Thought I fell in love with my 32
It was a bit early
My wife mature, she squirt from my finger
She drip daily
You've never seen her but she's a cold bitch
That's Big Shirley
On to your daughter though
Now I'm on some hateful shit
You gon' think I was tryin' to
Step in aimin' a pop
At the way I raise the bitch maaaanpssst
My shit- oh my God
You gon' think I was aimin' to pop
At the way I raise the bitch
Life is- go ahead my nigga
You got this tough exterior
I’m finna burn the layers
All this gang bang macho shit
I’m not concerned with player
You must’ve saw yo’ daddy beat yo' mom
And watched her return the favor
I’m ‘bout to show y’all how
Disrespect is a learned behavior
His words are catered, towards hatred
He rappin' with a vengeance
To understand how he got here
Let’s take it back to the beginning
His first day of school he got smacked
In the back of the head
Nigga said "bust a move"
Nigga said "Darrell you a lil' bitch"
He ain’t know what to do
The bus driver broke it up and said
"Don’t listen to those fuckin’ fools
Just keep yo’ grades up in school and
One day you can drive buses too"
He was uncomfortable, kept getting bullied
In fact no one could stop it
Met this fat kid named Suge who socked
Him and tapped both of his pockets
Disrespect seeped into his conscience
He hated band and the harmonica
So he ditched class and ran
Into the hall monitor the kid liked him
Gave him a hall pass as a peace offering
He said "They call me L Wisdom and
One day I’m be a police officer"
They went to the beach often but
They couldn’t Surf the waves on the ocean
This kid Rajon yoked him up
I mean he was famous for chokin’
This ugly boy with dreads said "I ain’t
Gone put my hands on ya
I’ll be your friend" Then he
Gave him a Transformer
Which translates into the transformation
Now he’s disrespectful
Throwing Crip signs when his hands is shakin’
Million view nigga
Braggin’ 'bout the bands he makin’
Now let’s see if he really can
Rap when the fans is vacant bitch nigga
My influences led to infiltration
You better watch who you view as yo’ friends
I can get the bitch that's doin’ yo'
Dreads to push two in yo’ head
I’m fluent with lead, I could let the 9 blow
But, I’d rather make him suffer
Bend his back ‘til his spine broke
Cut off both eye lids
Put alcohol on the blind fold
Ancient techniques that Genghis Khan knows
But that’s just where my mind goes (Mongols)
I’m talkin’ Congo, gorilla shit
Separating body parts from ligaments
This a symbol, but I disassemble
I don’t know what this figure meant
(disfigurement)
He from Brick City? I sold bricks
Niggas indebted to me
I put whole cliques in positions
They never would see
I seen a nigga run off with a whole brick
Now he dead as can be
He opened doors to getting his flesh ripped
We call that a "Skeleton Ki" (key)
This nigga jealous of me
His fan base is limitless
But he never had half the
Credit of my penmanship
I’m ‘bout to end this bitch
What y’all want? The killer Dan
Or the rapper Dan? Well the MAC in hand
I’ll address ya whole hood like Dapper Dan
Don’t give dap to Dan, I had a master plan
Back when man was a single
Cell organism that learned
How to adapt to land I was rappin’ then
I’m my past life I was
Part of an assassin clan
Now I’m tryna put a M on Ars
(Mars) before NASA can nigga!
Mr grape Street, bitch nigga
Let’s get this understood
You ain’t disrespected shit
‘til you go to PJ Watts
And say "Fuck yo' hood!"
Inside the ring, you push
Niggas, tap pockets, knock hats off
Outside the ring, you protected by police
Niggas you that soft bitch I’m from LA
I been knew how to spot
One of these actin' niggas
It’s a difference between affiliated
Gang members and active (Aktive) niggas
I ain’t just rappin’ with ya
I practice photography when this
Cat get lit up cause, I’ll be quick to put
A Rebel on a Cannon
(Canon) and then snap the picture
Faggot nigga
You on the ground with this shit
You got ten kids
Six baby mothers and you met your
Oldest kid when he was 21
No, you not a good dad
You see what's goin' on in
This world and you don't
Send yo' kids to school with
Guns in they bookbag look fag
You like a fat Mexican bitch
Just left the pink
Store and went home to stand in that mirror
Knowin' you finna make Vicki look bad
Now take responsibilities
Last nigga couldn't make it to see his kids
I heard he built a way real dad
If I got 10 kids I'm payin'
For 30 meals a day
Child neglect? You losin' wild respect
And you still okay?
Your wife on all types of
Toxins 'round them toddlers
I'm startin' to feel a way
I see now, if I was visually
Impaired, you'll dap me up
Then try to diss me in my damn face
Blind to the fact, I felt your vibe
Already read you from that handshake
I architected this culture
I laid the blueprints to the landscape
I got more money in my account than
You've got people collectively in yo' fanbase
I will no longer
Beef with a nigga we don't even eat red meat
The power is in the hair
I let the left of the dread speak
You ain't even prioritize your youngest son
Or teach him to walk
You told his mama that his legs weak
But, you out here on
Caffeine battle rapping lyin'
Tryin' to convince people don't matter
You let your lead speak in that case
I wanna see you rob everybody
Who work for Caffeine next week
Have all them thinkin' that the ghost of
Debo is ridin' down Craig street
I wanna see a picture of all yo' kids on yo'
'Gram and see they names in yo' next tweet
Hashtag Saga in the
Afterlife watchin' PornHub
You the definition of dead beat
It's yo' fault again nigga, my phone buzzin'
Your bitch barginin' she sent a titty pic
I text "ass" like she from Arlington
Your deacon noddin' off again
You and Jesus 'bout to talk again
Imagine cryin' yo' struggle to yo' pastor and
Still ask you for your offering
To your Lord
You'll probably never want to talk again
Man they will cheer
(wheel chair) but some of the most stand up
Niggas I know will prolly never walk again
And that's what the problem is
I will show up in any hood nigga, mine or his
This 40 kinda big i'm aimin' at the address
Where your conscious live that's a headshot
Oh it's already red dots
Where your nostrils is
Then I bold the current address
Where your mama is pure disrespect
But this disrespect mixed with intellect
If I retire, battle rap will forever owe
Me a pension check
Your universe so parallel
Why you wanna clash with
Me 'fore it intersect? All answers incorrect
You have 10 children you are a living debt
Why is this faggot here?
I'll take your daughter's fish out the tank
And watch it gasp for air
In front of her big brother
It ain't like that bastard care
He's suicidal, you his idol, how
He wavin' a ratchet, yeah
Ready to take his own life
He'd rather raise and pop hisself
It ain't like his dad was there
This the clear truth
Man I was supposed to battle- where's Mook?
This no fair goof i'm too calculated
It's easy to find a square's roots nigga
You got two options
Either jump out the plane now
Or a pair'll shoot (parachute)
For bein' a crackhead that bitch got a bit
Of weight on her and she very cute
The dick? She ate it, it melt in her mouth
That's Vicki favorite
She in a gangbang as soon as
I jumped in we got initiated
Danny, made himself at home
Soon as you sit you ate it (situated)
I put a dot on every dot
On Danny and now you pixilated danny Myers
Vicki Myers dM and VM
Hmmm, I will Nyquil PM DM and his BM
Late night or broad daylight, AM or PM
A Marshall Mathers fan like Stan
Wouldn't want to be him
Oh, I'm a famous Cuzzin
Niggas like you gotta issue
Them gang injunctions
But that type talk there is pretty foreign
To a nigga who ain't bangin' nothin'
I'm from the era Verb really
Had nigga's guardian angels duckin'
You out here angle huntin'
Your wife clean the spiritual scope
Meanin' she angel dustin' oh it's over bro
And this Drac
(Drake) that I tote don't rep OVO
Man, you would've thought I
Kidnapped Hitman's brother vs
Jerry the way I stole the Show
You ain't fuckin' with me toe to toe
Blow for blow india, Egypt, Ciara, Dominique
My answers when they ask me, do I know a hoe
Them your four daughters just so
You know I know
Nigga, my shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic and no, fuck a Bar God
You can't spell "Bars" without puttin'
That Ars' in it
If there was a battle rap Mt rushmore
They couldn’t carve it comfortably
Cause yo’ big block head ass wouldn’t
Leave room for the other three
You fuckin’ weak, this is one dimension
Versus the one to mention
You retired, and came back
Cause battle rap don’t got a fuckin’ pension
You made a half mill in yo’ career
From little battles to big battles
But the only thing in yo’ bank account
Is the back end from this battle
I should bitch slap you
But I’d rather let the carbon blow
These stocks drop up and down
But that’s just how the market go
Arsonal? I got explosives
I keep a few near handy
I’ll drop an atomic bomb on yo’ house
I support the nuclear family
You whole crew fear Danny
Shotgun think he a hood baby
But all I see is a bitch in
The Color Purple and Suge Avery
Why Ray Swag don’t come to
Yo’ battles no more?
First it was all crew love
I heard the nigga was snitchin'
I wouldn’t be shocked if you was
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
(I do) he probably told on a few thugs
The nigga that helped build yo’ battle league
Is the same nigga that you dubbed (UDubb)
Two snubs, at that nigga crib
They ‘bout to up the chrome
With his wife in bed
Yo’ right hand man gone get his cover blown
You better leave me the fuck alone
The Forrest where my guys put you
But, you don’t wanna die right there
Why would (wood) you?
I’ll cook you
I need a place to store these weapons
I’ll even shoot Hitman then give his Agent 47
This is Jason Voorhees steppin'
Reincarnated into a modern cause
What you want nigga? I up the stakes nigga
The Tom or Hawk? No time to talk
I’ll clap you before you speak
The ratchet gone release
The strap is on the streets
I ordered a gun from overseas
Oh y’all really don’t get me
I can’t give Ars any ol’ (Arsenio) semi
My whole city go with me, bitch
I’m tryna punish Rell this punk’ll tell
I'll up the stick on him
Before he come and tell
Ya stomach swell, from a gut shot
Ya whole shit bloated
Y’all seen how I did Drugznow
I’m tryna get Loaded lux!
I ain’t settin' this battle up
Just to bring me stardom i’m setting it up
So I can tell you in yo’
Face I’m the King Of Harlem beloved
You said, "Harlem Hospital giving beds out"
Nigga I got more bars than
Your grey hoodies thread count
Ran from JC and Daylyt
I ain’t finna chase this bitch
I’m not the rapper you wanna bump into
I ain’t from Ace's clique i mean
You said "Guns raising
(raisin) like dry prunes"
Nah, I’m tryna snipe somethin’
You just saw me put the heat on a Grape
And take the life from it Bar God!
We not the same, we viewing it different
To you it’s a lucrative business me using
A pen is transcending human existence
Look what I do with a sentence
View in the distance
In the past they left clues and inscriptions
Myers would be on a killing spree
That's what Dr loomis predicted
You spewin’ resentment is fueling my interest
To be cruel and relentless
You can keep usin' resistance but
I'ma keep shootin' this nigga
I’ll beat the shit fuck out
You without usin’ assistance
And watch what I do to the witness
This is beautiful isn’t it?
My shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
You can't spell "Bars" without puttin'
"Bar God" in it
You the type of nigga
Give a bitch the moon and the stars and
Then she tells you that she needs space
Every at bat, was hit by a pitch
She used to free base
I will put you to sleep forever
If you really tryin' to dream chase
Ain't no "I" in "we" so every
Nigga on my team ate
I got a 40, a year younger than you
Lil' freak wait
Finger made her bust in under a minute
We on a speed date i've seen fate, won't you
Die for your people, a king's fate
All them freckles
You'd be lyin' if you said
You had a clean face i come from
(k) not havin', so I went to Glock grabbin'
I was the nigga robbin' the football game
While you was outside playin' John Madden
Now my killers contracted
I talk like this when I'm not rappin'
Why? I respond to this easy
(Eazy) nigga, when you The Block Captain
Now do you believe in
A disrespectful universe?
I'ma be the nigga to do it first
Charge yo' bitch some head for a feature then
Rap about it when I do the verse
Life insurance policy hit
Bitch, change yo' shoes and shirt
It gotta look like you had
Nothin' to do with this
Hop in that Uber first brutal work
Meanin' I'll show 30 in a Ruger first
Put a dick in yo' spouse will
Put the tip in her mouth
She hit the hookah first you a true lame
I 'Hit 'Em Up' his
Condition Fatal like Hussain
Split personalities, one fight we all fight
Even my mood swang
My bitch ran her net worth on her titties boy
(Titi Boi) with these two chains (2 Chainz)
The long nose assisted
Actin' like Pippen did in the Flu Game
But KD, 2018 cause only two rang
Five XT underneath, TEC 9 tied to shoe string
But, I don't need guns
A part of my arsenal cause I'm Bruce Wayne
Press down on the right buttons I'll
"Finish Him" now I'm Liu Kang
Your baby spilled juice on his shirt
And need a new change
Lunchtime a knife hold through every
One of them juice stains
"Fuck Boy", I officially gave you a new name
You just playin' the cards you was
Dealt so I gotta inspect the
(Inspectah) Deck, I'm part of Wu Tang
You subpar
I could fit your year salary in a bud jar
I will introduce Satan to the Bar
God with a gun bar big phase
Put a stick to yo' ribcage En-garde
Lift blade, give you a kid fade
You won't run far i had a close friend
A close, close, close friend
Who ratted on a nigga he was closer to
I saw the paperwork, I stopped
Fuckin' wit' the nigga
That's what I'm 'pose to do
You tried to do a whole lot of exposin' too
Soon as a nigga get up
Here and mention yo' crackhead
Wife you mad and that's
When the jokin' through focus you
Why you lettin' me disrespect you
This close to you?
Before Lux, Carl Thomas said
"Niggas be gettin', 'Emotional'"
You ain't got no drive within the ride
And ain't nobody gonna chauffeur you
Be honest nigga
How many times did I say "no" to you?
First interview
You mentioned my name, said I'm a Danny fan
Second interview he mentioned my name
You couldn't stand me fam' third interview
You tried to pay respect that
I'm a family man?
Forth time the nigga pulled up he really
Jumped out of the family van the duel truck
I'm thinkin' you tooled up like a handy man
He like
"My wife an addict with a sweet tooth we
Just took a trip to Candy Land"
He proceeds, starts askin'
"When we gettin' Ars' vs danny fam-"
Fifth time you say my name I pop up
Nigga I'm Candy Man this ain't the old days
6AM, early mornin' dope plays
The internet around now
Kids don't even go outside no
More on snow days but, I wanna take it back
I'm talkin' high school Vicki
All in her hoe phase before the addiction
When it was just a sinus
Infection caused from her Flonase
Nigga, believing in a Parallel Universe?
That's gonna leave you dead like
The last dead rookie
You the type of nigga play Cee-Lo headcrack
Go home then eat that crackhead pussy
Well Danny what they offer you?
What you gainin' off this battle?
Nigga this all for you
And by the way that you abuse drugs
(Drugz) I can see she rubbin' off on you
This Arsonal, you should've had it on ya
How I'm supposed to believe you
Got it out the mud when it don't even
Rain in Southern California
Maan, you makin' niggas like me look bad
And I just wanted to tell you somethin'
My daughter had somethin' to say to you
Oh real quick
Presumably Arsonal's daughter on
The phone talking
"Danny Myers you're not a good daddy"
My shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
And you can't spell "bars" without
Puttin' that Ars' in it
The way you paintsucks
Bitch, is yo’ mama dead? If she ain’tfuck
This finna be a homicide
It’s fucked up I hope his mama died
But he getting this work
And from his resume
I would say he’s qualified
We don’t let the drama slide from ho threats
Bitch yo’ grandma will get throat checked
I’ll lock yo’ daughter in a sauna for eight
Hours and walk away with no sweat
You took disrespect to heights
You traveled the world on connecting flights
When SMACK couldn’t get Lux and Hollow you
Told them to set the price
You started a league
Gave opportunities to newcomers
And vets alike
The view record, you set it twice
I can’t take anything away
From youexcept ya life
You gon' see death tonight
Bitch, I stay with that extension
I gotta hold the gun in front of
My phone to open the Facial Recognition
It’s the pistol grip
You drove school buses on
Some Miss Frizzle shit
When my young niggas in the field trip
Who you think signed the permission slip?
Scarface didn’t wanna kill
Women and children
Me I’m on some different shit
I got a bomb under yo’ baby mama
Car that ignites when the ignition switch
Picture this, you rehearsing bars
Flowin’ ya stanzas
You call to check on your daughter
And no one would answer
Yo’ baby mama FaceTime you with her
Eye swoll in the camera
You squashed yo’ beef with Joe Budden
Well I’ma hold 'em for Ransom
Speaking of ran some, G Mayne Frost
Chased you out the club
You was ‘bout to get stomped to death
Trick Trick had you shook in Detroit
And Calicoe had to jump in that
And Bay Area niggas had you
Sneaking out the venue
They was going to the trunk for TECs
This nigga Arsonal done ran out so many times
It got me questioning ya gun connect
In every battle you say you from the set
A hood niggas was born to claim
Dre Vishiss and Aktive put you on
Now they can’t even get ya phone to rang
You stopped fuckin’ with 'em
You don’t check in
You done left ya boys to hang
See it’s fake niggas like you that
Kept me from joinin' gangs
I stayed on 103rd in the 80’s
Back then they woulda killed him
This nigga can battle on a Hollywood set
But can’t check in with his real one?
How do y’all feel him? You in front
Of a monster that can spit terror
You from the days of Lions Dens
And Fight Clubnow you made this error (era)
Clips air ya, with double Rugers
I can humble rulers
What’s a man that presents
Himself as a problem, to a trouble shooter?
You a fuckin’ loser, perpetratin’
Like a real boss
You exposed T Top baby mama
Showing her skills off
That was supposed to be a automatic body bag
And you still lost
Don’t you get it? Outside of disrespect
You don’t leave an impression no creativity
Just a bunch of filler beneath the aggression
We need some progression
You spit the shit a novice would yell
Where’s the metaphors? The similes?
An entendre would help
I don’t care if you got a secret room with
A bunch of guns stocked on the shelf
It doesn’t matter if you own an arsenal
If you not one ya self glock in the belt
Pistol handle under my navel
Leaving niggas with their heads split open
Is one of my staples
I’m not coming with fables
I’m connected in Vegas on a hundred levels
The minute you in LV
(UNLV) you’ll be a Running Rebel
The gun’ll settle, any beef
Shells finna air at him
I watch him bleed while bullets
Swell in ya melanin
Human flesh loses color hours after death
You killed rappers
But our bodies pale in comparison
I killed and embarrassed him
Spray with a loud pistol
A K from the crowd hit you
A hundred round drum'll spit an
Eight minute round with you my shit is real
My shit is raw my shit authentic
You can’t spell bars without putting
Bar God in it bitch
Danny Myers, you was born January 19thof 1980
Which means you 20 days away
From being a 70's baby
That information might be irrelevant maybe
But that don't take away from the fact that
You was damn near a 70's baby
Now all jokes aside, let's be real though
How old you nigga? I mean "Sir"
I'ma respect my elders like
I'm supposed to nigga
I ain't have shit to write about so
Your age was my go-to nigga
Even as this new Danny improved
All we see is this old you nigga
And your wife Vicki hey Vicki
She smoke reefer in a bong
Coke, dope and methamphetamine
She don't just be Cheech'ing in the Chong
And she be thinkin' 'bout other niggas
While your fingers in her thong
Vicki got secrets up the ass G
You don't see that she's
Just stringing you along?
You battled a nigga two weeks ago
Actin' like Ars' ain't makin' you scared
Just like your crackhead ass wife
You go take drugs
(Drugz) before facin' your fears
Cause you some other nigga
I'm surprised that bitch really learned
To love a nigga maaan, you some other nigga
I'm surprised that bitch really learned
To love a nigga
Every time I hear you speak I hear
The autobiography of a sucka nigga
You came to an Arsonal battle to
Hold a speaker for another nigga
But, if she was hungry
You wouldn't even order
A box of pizza for your mother nigga
100 shooters, all got lasers
Not one gun is fake
They'll put a red dot on every
Freckle on your fuckin' face
I'll tell you what's a thin
Line between love and hate
They let you close yo' eyes then BOW
Yo' head now say yo' fuckin' grace
Now when I lay me down to sleep
I pray my soul to take
To the Golden Gates if my last
Breath come before I wake
Cause death is life's best kept secret
Something we overrate
But, your conscious will kill you
If you know the deal think about that
And it's gon' come a day
Where your fans won't relate
Niggas won't post your song while you
Alive cause niggas known to hate
But sure to post your funeral flier
Soon as they know the date
Cause all actions is premeditated
We makin' no mistakes
Oh, retaliation is a must in
This life there's no escape
But, for legal reasons my
Niggas known to wait
And I'm from where you ain't gotta
Be obese to die over weight (overweight)
Butwait i just wanna know who said you
The "Bar God" they all lied
Double barrels frog eye knife I rip it
(ribbet) then twist it soon as
He arf! the dog died your wife set you up
Her habit's is what got y'all robbed
I pushed his line back before
The play even started
This shit knocks off sides
My universe ain't parallel
It intersect at Durrell Island
Truth be told I don't think
Those is the right
Angles to use on a nigga this well rounded
I will have you dance with the devil
I'll put you through Hell's challenge
Man my Ruger German with a whisper accent
Why? Cause usually the shells silence
Now am I threat to he? Definitely
Battle critics talkin' 'bout him edging me
If this was 2000 with Jay on the remix, Myers
(Mya) couldn't get 'The Best Of Me'
Scratches Carolina new kicks
Hottest nigga on the block
Was in love with nice pistols since I was six
High school? That's when I crossed over
That's when I banged Crip battles, same shit
Cause, I gave away Clips, Myers
Get it together or
This lyrical Berretta gon'
Point at your body, I, hit wherever you
Actin' like Arsonal can't, finish whoever
Actin' like I'm ya fan my name not "Dan"
Your wife knew we was battlin'
She been suckin' me for months
So go have an affair
Act like an adult for once
Because my hand was up her skirt
God Daniel, hurt
All that stupid shit you finna say won't work
I don't respect bitches
But, I respect Mama Rebel
Grandma Haddie and Auntie Lesie
In a major way they all born sinners
Now following God tutorial from day to day
They told me, "Pray today
No matter if the sun shining
Snow in August or a rainy day
You know how hard it is for me to ask an
Invisible nigga I never met to
Take my pain away?
So be careful when you praying against me
Cause, I brought my own whip
And my own chain so
The white man will never be able to lynch me
Do I believe in miracles? Yes
I say it officially
Cause my Uncle Tony, he died twice
Came back to life and had a baby at 60
Nigga I'm big Jersey
On URL, I'm half past the hour shit
Got about six 30s return Of The Mack
You gon' think I knocked on
Heaven's Door to get Bernie
I'm actin' like a young hyena
I fed the clip 30 no, I can't wife my Nina
Cause the bitch dirty
DE from Sesame Street, that's a big birdy
I'm suited up, two straps on the shoulder
Oh it's a bit nerdy
I used to call my Ruger my "Cougar"
That was a bit girly
Thought I fell in love with my 32
It was a bit early
My wife mature, she squirt from my finger
She drip daily
You've never seen her but she's a cold bitch
That's Big Shirley
On to your daughter though
Now I'm on some hateful shit
You gon' think I was tryin' to
Step in aimin' a pop
At the way I raise the bitch maaaanpssst
My shit- oh my God
You gon' think I was aimin' to pop
At the way I raise the bitch
Life is- go ahead my nigga
You got this tough exterior
I’m finna burn the layers
All this gang bang macho shit
I’m not concerned with player
You must’ve saw yo’ daddy beat yo' mom
And watched her return the favor
I’m ‘bout to show y’all how
Disrespect is a learned behavior
His words are catered, towards hatred
He rappin' with a vengeance
To understand how he got here
Let’s take it back to the beginning
His first day of school he got smacked
In the back of the head
Nigga said "bust a move"
Nigga said "Darrell you a lil' bitch"
He ain’t know what to do
The bus driver broke it up and said
"Don’t listen to those fuckin’ fools
Just keep yo’ grades up in school and
One day you can drive buses too"
He was uncomfortable, kept getting bullied
In fact no one could stop it
Met this fat kid named Suge who socked
Him and tapped both of his pockets
Disrespect seeped into his conscience
He hated band and the harmonica
So he ditched class and ran
Into the hall monitor the kid liked him
Gave him a hall pass as a peace offering
He said "They call me L Wisdom and
One day I’m be a police officer"
They went to the beach often but
They couldn’t Surf the waves on the ocean
This kid Rajon yoked him up
I mean he was famous for chokin’
This ugly boy with dreads said "I ain’t
Gone put my hands on ya
I’ll be your friend" Then he
Gave him a Transformer
Which translates into the transformation
Now he’s disrespectful
Throwing Crip signs when his hands is shakin’
Million view nigga
Braggin’ 'bout the bands he makin’
Now let’s see if he really can
Rap when the fans is vacant bitch nigga
My influences led to infiltration
You better watch who you view as yo’ friends
I can get the bitch that's doin’ yo'
Dreads to push two in yo’ head
I’m fluent with lead, I could let the 9 blow
But, I’d rather make him suffer
Bend his back ‘til his spine broke
Cut off both eye lids
Put alcohol on the blind fold
Ancient techniques that Genghis Khan knows
But that’s just where my mind goes (Mongols)
I’m talkin’ Congo, gorilla shit
Separating body parts from ligaments
This a symbol, but I disassemble
I don’t know what this figure meant
(disfigurement)
He from Brick City? I sold bricks
Niggas indebted to me
I put whole cliques in positions
They never would see
I seen a nigga run off with a whole brick
Now he dead as can be
He opened doors to getting his flesh ripped
We call that a "Skeleton Ki" (key)
This nigga jealous of me
His fan base is limitless
But he never had half the
Credit of my penmanship
I’m ‘bout to end this bitch
What y’all want? The killer Dan
Or the rapper Dan? Well the MAC in hand
I’ll address ya whole hood like Dapper Dan
Don’t give dap to Dan, I had a master plan
Back when man was a single
Cell organism that learned
How to adapt to land I was rappin’ then
I’m my past life I was
Part of an assassin clan
Now I’m tryna put a M on Ars
(Mars) before NASA can nigga!
Mr grape Street, bitch nigga
Let’s get this understood
You ain’t disrespected shit
‘til you go to PJ Watts
And say "Fuck yo' hood!"
Inside the ring, you push
Niggas, tap pockets, knock hats off
Outside the ring, you protected by police
Niggas you that soft bitch I’m from LA
I been knew how to spot
One of these actin' niggas
It’s a difference between affiliated
Gang members and active (Aktive) niggas
I ain’t just rappin’ with ya
I practice photography when this
Cat get lit up cause, I’ll be quick to put
A Rebel on a Cannon
(Canon) and then snap the picture
Faggot nigga
You on the ground with this shit
You got ten kids
Six baby mothers and you met your
Oldest kid when he was 21
No, you not a good dad
You see what's goin' on in
This world and you don't
Send yo' kids to school with
Guns in they bookbag look fag
You like a fat Mexican bitch
Just left the pink
Store and went home to stand in that mirror
Knowin' you finna make Vicki look bad
Now take responsibilities
Last nigga couldn't make it to see his kids
I heard he built a way real dad
If I got 10 kids I'm payin'
For 30 meals a day
Child neglect? You losin' wild respect
And you still okay?
Your wife on all types of
Toxins 'round them toddlers
I'm startin' to feel a way
I see now, if I was visually
Impaired, you'll dap me up
Then try to diss me in my damn face
Blind to the fact, I felt your vibe
Already read you from that handshake
I architected this culture
I laid the blueprints to the landscape
I got more money in my account than
You've got people collectively in yo' fanbase
I will no longer
Beef with a nigga we don't even eat red meat
The power is in the hair
I let the left of the dread speak
You ain't even prioritize your youngest son
Or teach him to walk
You told his mama that his legs weak
But, you out here on
Caffeine battle rapping lyin'
Tryin' to convince people don't matter
You let your lead speak in that case
I wanna see you rob everybody
Who work for Caffeine next week
Have all them thinkin' that the ghost of
Debo is ridin' down Craig street
I wanna see a picture of all yo' kids on yo'
'Gram and see they names in yo' next tweet
Hashtag Saga in the
Afterlife watchin' PornHub
You the definition of dead beat
It's yo' fault again nigga, my phone buzzin'
Your bitch barginin' she sent a titty pic
I text "ass" like she from Arlington
Your deacon noddin' off again
You and Jesus 'bout to talk again
Imagine cryin' yo' struggle to yo' pastor and
Still ask you for your offering
To your Lord
You'll probably never want to talk again
Man they will cheer
(wheel chair) but some of the most stand up
Niggas I know will prolly never walk again
And that's what the problem is
I will show up in any hood nigga, mine or his
This 40 kinda big i'm aimin' at the address
Where your conscious live that's a headshot
Oh it's already red dots
Where your nostrils is
Then I bold the current address
Where your mama is pure disrespect
But this disrespect mixed with intellect
If I retire, battle rap will forever owe
Me a pension check
Your universe so parallel
Why you wanna clash with
Me 'fore it intersect? All answers incorrect
You have 10 children you are a living debt
Why is this faggot here?
I'll take your daughter's fish out the tank
And watch it gasp for air
In front of her big brother
It ain't like that bastard care
He's suicidal, you his idol, how
He wavin' a ratchet, yeah
Ready to take his own life
He'd rather raise and pop hisself
It ain't like his dad was there
This the clear truth
Man I was supposed to battle- where's Mook?
This no fair goof i'm too calculated
It's easy to find a square's roots nigga
You got two options
Either jump out the plane now
Or a pair'll shoot (parachute)
For bein' a crackhead that bitch got a bit
Of weight on her and she very cute
The dick? She ate it, it melt in her mouth
That's Vicki favorite
She in a gangbang as soon as
I jumped in we got initiated
Danny, made himself at home
Soon as you sit you ate it (situated)
I put a dot on every dot
On Danny and now you pixilated danny Myers
Vicki Myers dM and VM
Hmmm, I will Nyquil PM DM and his BM
Late night or broad daylight, AM or PM
A Marshall Mathers fan like Stan
Wouldn't want to be him
Oh, I'm a famous Cuzzin
Niggas like you gotta issue
Them gang injunctions
But that type talk there is pretty foreign
To a nigga who ain't bangin' nothin'
I'm from the era Verb really
Had nigga's guardian angels duckin'
You out here angle huntin'
Your wife clean the spiritual scope
Meanin' she angel dustin' oh it's over bro
And this Drac
(Drake) that I tote don't rep OVO
Man, you would've thought I
Kidnapped Hitman's brother vs
Jerry the way I stole the Show
You ain't fuckin' with me toe to toe
Blow for blow india, Egypt, Ciara, Dominique
My answers when they ask me, do I know a hoe
Them your four daughters just so
You know I know
Nigga, my shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic and no, fuck a Bar God
You can't spell "Bars" without puttin'
That Ars' in it
If there was a battle rap Mt rushmore
They couldn’t carve it comfortably
Cause yo’ big block head ass wouldn’t
Leave room for the other three
You fuckin’ weak, this is one dimension
Versus the one to mention
You retired, and came back
Cause battle rap don’t got a fuckin’ pension
You made a half mill in yo’ career
From little battles to big battles
But the only thing in yo’ bank account
Is the back end from this battle
I should bitch slap you
But I’d rather let the carbon blow
These stocks drop up and down
But that’s just how the market go
Arsonal? I got explosives
I keep a few near handy
I’ll drop an atomic bomb on yo’ house
I support the nuclear family
You whole crew fear Danny
Shotgun think he a hood baby
But all I see is a bitch in
The Color Purple and Suge Avery
Why Ray Swag don’t come to
Yo’ battles no more?
First it was all crew love
I heard the nigga was snitchin'
I wouldn’t be shocked if you was
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
(I do) he probably told on a few thugs
The nigga that helped build yo’ battle league
Is the same nigga that you dubbed (UDubb)
Two snubs, at that nigga crib
They ‘bout to up the chrome
With his wife in bed
Yo’ right hand man gone get his cover blown
You better leave me the fuck alone
The Forrest where my guys put you
But, you don’t wanna die right there
Why would (wood) you?
I’ll cook you
I need a place to store these weapons
I’ll even shoot Hitman then give his Agent 47
This is Jason Voorhees steppin'
Reincarnated into a modern cause
What you want nigga? I up the stakes nigga
The Tom or Hawk? No time to talk
I’ll clap you before you speak
The ratchet gone release
The strap is on the streets
I ordered a gun from overseas
Oh y’all really don’t get me
I can’t give Ars any ol’ (Arsenio) semi
My whole city go with me, bitch
I’m tryna punish Rell this punk’ll tell
I'll up the stick on him
Before he come and tell
Ya stomach swell, from a gut shot
Ya whole shit bloated
Y’all seen how I did Drugznow
I’m tryna get Loaded lux!
I ain’t settin' this battle up
Just to bring me stardom i’m setting it up
So I can tell you in yo’
Face I’m the King Of Harlem beloved
You said, "Harlem Hospital giving beds out"
Nigga I got more bars than
Your grey hoodies thread count
Ran from JC and Daylyt
I ain’t finna chase this bitch
I’m not the rapper you wanna bump into
I ain’t from Ace's clique i mean
You said "Guns raising
(raisin) like dry prunes"
Nah, I’m tryna snipe somethin’
You just saw me put the heat on a Grape
And take the life from it Bar God!
We not the same, we viewing it different
To you it’s a lucrative business me using
A pen is transcending human existence
Look what I do with a sentence
View in the distance
In the past they left clues and inscriptions
Myers would be on a killing spree
That's what Dr loomis predicted
You spewin’ resentment is fueling my interest
To be cruel and relentless
You can keep usin' resistance but
I'ma keep shootin' this nigga
I’ll beat the shit fuck out
You without usin’ assistance
And watch what I do to the witness
This is beautiful isn’t it?
My shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
You can't spell "Bars" without puttin'
"Bar God" in it
You the type of nigga
Give a bitch the moon and the stars and
Then she tells you that she needs space
Every at bat, was hit by a pitch
She used to free base
I will put you to sleep forever
If you really tryin' to dream chase
Ain't no "I" in "we" so every
Nigga on my team ate
I got a 40, a year younger than you
Lil' freak wait
Finger made her bust in under a minute
We on a speed date i've seen fate, won't you
Die for your people, a king's fate
All them freckles
You'd be lyin' if you said
You had a clean face i come from
(k) not havin', so I went to Glock grabbin'
I was the nigga robbin' the football game
While you was outside playin' John Madden
Now my killers contracted
I talk like this when I'm not rappin'
Why? I respond to this easy
(Eazy) nigga, when you The Block Captain
Now do you believe in
A disrespectful universe?
I'ma be the nigga to do it first
Charge yo' bitch some head for a feature then
Rap about it when I do the verse
Life insurance policy hit
Bitch, change yo' shoes and shirt
It gotta look like you had
Nothin' to do with this
Hop in that Uber first brutal work
Meanin' I'll show 30 in a Ruger first
Put a dick in yo' spouse will
Put the tip in her mouth
She hit the hookah first you a true lame
I 'Hit 'Em Up' his
Condition Fatal like Hussain
Split personalities, one fight we all fight
Even my mood swang
My bitch ran her net worth on her titties boy
(Titi Boi) with these two chains (2 Chainz)
The long nose assisted
Actin' like Pippen did in the Flu Game
But KD, 2018 cause only two rang
Five XT underneath, TEC 9 tied to shoe string
But, I don't need guns
A part of my arsenal cause I'm Bruce Wayne
Press down on the right buttons I'll
"Finish Him" now I'm Liu Kang
Your baby spilled juice on his shirt
And need a new change
Lunchtime a knife hold through every
One of them juice stains
"Fuck Boy", I officially gave you a new name
You just playin' the cards you was
Dealt so I gotta inspect the
(Inspectah) Deck, I'm part of Wu Tang
You subpar
I could fit your year salary in a bud jar
I will introduce Satan to the Bar
God with a gun bar big phase
Put a stick to yo' ribcage En-garde
Lift blade, give you a kid fade
You won't run far i had a close friend
A close, close, close friend
Who ratted on a nigga he was closer to
I saw the paperwork, I stopped
Fuckin' wit' the nigga
That's what I'm 'pose to do
You tried to do a whole lot of exposin' too
Soon as a nigga get up
Here and mention yo' crackhead
Wife you mad and that's
When the jokin' through focus you
Why you lettin' me disrespect you
This close to you?
Before Lux, Carl Thomas said
"Niggas be gettin', 'Emotional'"
You ain't got no drive within the ride
And ain't nobody gonna chauffeur you
Be honest nigga
How many times did I say "no" to you?
First interview
You mentioned my name, said I'm a Danny fan
Second interview he mentioned my name
You couldn't stand me fam' third interview
You tried to pay respect that
I'm a family man?
Forth time the nigga pulled up he really
Jumped out of the family van the duel truck
I'm thinkin' you tooled up like a handy man
He like
"My wife an addict with a sweet tooth we
Just took a trip to Candy Land"
He proceeds, starts askin'
"When we gettin' Ars' vs danny fam-"
Fifth time you say my name I pop up
Nigga I'm Candy Man this ain't the old days
6AM, early mornin' dope plays
The internet around now
Kids don't even go outside no
More on snow days but, I wanna take it back
I'm talkin' high school Vicki
All in her hoe phase before the addiction
When it was just a sinus
Infection caused from her Flonase
Nigga, believing in a Parallel Universe?
That's gonna leave you dead like
The last dead rookie
You the type of nigga play Cee-Lo headcrack
Go home then eat that crackhead pussy
Well Danny what they offer you?
What you gainin' off this battle?
Nigga this all for you
And by the way that you abuse drugs
(Drugz) I can see she rubbin' off on you
This Arsonal, you should've had it on ya
How I'm supposed to believe you
Got it out the mud when it don't even
Rain in Southern California
Maan, you makin' niggas like me look bad
And I just wanted to tell you somethin'
My daughter had somethin' to say to you
Oh real quick
Presumably Arsonal's daughter on
The phone talking
"Danny Myers you're not a good daddy"
My shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
And you can't spell "bars" without
Puttin' that Ars' in it
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