URLtv, Holmzie Da God, Danny Myers - Danny Myers vs. Holmzie Da God lyrics

He likes to break down his opponents
I brought a pistol for them witty angles
Listen Marquis
This gone be the first time a 50 claims you
He expectin' a bunch of "home" flips, nah
I'ma show you what this pen about
Why would I flip Homes
When there's a L in "Homes"
(holmes) like In The House?
I got a leg up on you nigga
I know what you got planned
Thinkin' painting me a certain way gon' work
But it's not fam'
He pulled his Glock, ran, tried to shoot me
But the shot jammed
Now he's face down in the river
Blocking the watergod dam (damn)
He says he's bipolar, depressed
He been cryin' for a while
All he did was take them breakdowns
And apply it to his style


You ain't seen violence in
A while, well bitch, now the beef on
If you who the K see
(KC) when we run in (running) back
You gone need a Priest, holmes
You told Saga
"you what Jesus looked like" when
You was airin' ‘em well BOW!
Now give us a side by side comparison
Here's a Revelation
You face to face with a god tryna start war
This the Apocalypse, and fam' in
(famine) the position of the dark horse
I could teach a bar course
He thought he was gone flex in the end
'til the one with the red beard found
God like Malcolm X in the pen'
I was destined to win
This battle is gone get ‘em fame
Cause just like Malcolm X
I refuse to take these Little names
Pistol aim, fuck fightin', I'll pop his squad
They said my arms were too
Short to box with God
I've been ostracized, you won't beat me nigga
How the fuck you on Caffeine
And always look sleepy nigga? Half the day
I'm getting money on yo' block
When I enter yo' section the other half
Me and yo' bitch made a video session
Day to night, hustlin'
And plenty throat stretchin'
Basically, I disrespect niggas 24 7
This ain't just any ol' lesson wHAT?
BAR GOD! This ain't just any ol' lesson
Lose to my student? Like Dan's havin' it
Bitch, I got my pupil in
My palms like Pan's Labyrinth
He in the hospital, hooked up on lines
(on-line) when the gauge hit
His family pulls the plug before he die
That's a "Rage Quit"
You lil’ beige bitch, you been
Workin' on ya image, that's beautiful
So I figured
Puttin' you in permanent tux is suitable
Here's what I'll do to you
Cut you in pieces
Then put you in bags for that odd nonsense
Then spread Holmzie all over his apartments
That's a God Complex this is my contest
He on the ground with this shit
Give me my motherfuckin' money so I
Can start countin' that shit yikes!

First I was a fluke
Then my opponent got robbed go cry about it
Y'all can't do shit but sit
And watch me cook now
Got Saga the fuck outta here
Then made E break
(brake) , but here's where I put my foot down
Imagine hearin' the judges say, "You
Got personality! We like it
And we want more!" so I come back, rebuttal
Joke, angle, perform
And then niggas tell me, "Bro
You shoulda punched more"
Now this ain't me tryna pander
Or ask for anybody's help
But just let me know now
Y'all want me to be the best version of me
Or a better carbon copy than everybody else!?
But, I blame you
If a nigga say it ain't your fault
They the damnest liar
Who was the first high-energy repeat puncher?
(snap, snap) danny Myers!
Now I see why they say this
Shit is designed for you
You got Verb and Hollow on your resume
They shoulda got some more Shine for you
Yet you in a tournament with PGs and niggas
That shouldn't be able to shine your shoes!
Them bars ain't do shit
But lock you in a tier
That's confined for you
You had a scheme about rape versus K-Shine
Shows you'll take any similarity and
Make it a reference
Nigga, just 'cause you throw
Metaphors at the end
Of every bar doesn't make 'em effective!
Back-to back punchin' every
Single round? Shit is not a wise method
You so hungry for reaction, you
Force feedin' these niggas
To the point it becomes hard to digest it!
You the Bar God, but it ain't
Land you where you want, though, bruh
If you focused on other intangibles
Yo' ass wouldn't have to punch so much!
It's crazy, 'cause I'm the rookie
But if he listen
I'll give him some fuckin' help
And "Bar God" suit's you perfectly
Nigga, you hold dominion over nothin' else!
You could battle Lux and Mook
On the same day, and nobody will ever care
Just based off the fact you've showed
Us no growth in seven years
I'm lyin'? Why you ain't got a higher stock
Then (Stockton)?
You gave looks to B dot, Nitty
Geechi, and they all doin' better, bol'
Mind you, I said "Stockton" 'cause here ya
Are givin' all these fuckin' assists
And niggas don't care if he ever score!
Everything I'm statin' is facts right now
I ain't gotta hate on this nigga
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
'Cause you have yet to evolve
And I'm up here goin' ape on this nigga!
Shit's relatable, nigga! That's exactly why
This fool's rattled!
You took four fights in nine weeks for 25K?
Bitch, if you treated your brand better
You could make it in TWO BATTLES!
Just to make sure he feel it
I'll look him right up in his eyes
Danny, you supposed to be the prizefight
For the winner of this tournament
Not in here fightin' for the prize!
Bein' a one-trick pony is
What hinderin' son's ascension
And how the fuck you believe
In a Parallel Universe when
You spent your whole career
Livin' in one dimension!?
It's crazy'cause y'all look at
Him as a tyrant, and this nigga's a PUNK!
Your last two opponents choked - try
Beatin' a nigga that don't
And it’s rounds like this that’s crazy enough
To chew through your whole set
But, it's fucked up
'cause you still got two of these jawns left

That shit's trash, Get over here

I think I'ma tryfreestyles that I
Bring from the mind
This nigga got on a rock n' roll earring
Some tight ass pants with pink on the side
These niggas dress just like this
And they think I'ma die
You got a tattoo above your brow but
Still can't get yo' ink over I (eye)
Bitch! Two gods
Nah, false idol
Cross, Bibles, thoughts spiral
Bought rifles, before two Ks (2K)
We was givin' out bows to our arch rivals
Dark cycles, lost titles
Spot Holmzie then I spark him
They gave me a villain with mental problems
So I take these bats and arc ‘em (Arkham)
I seek Asylum, my pen'll fry niggas
The moment we put on a mask you
Knew you didn't identify with us
This man of all people
Is a motivational speaker
Just got out the pen
Couple years ago bro was takin' yo' speakers
He hated therapy, but he likes it now
Channels his anger, then he writes it down
Bitch! I'll snap yo' neck the other way
Now let me see you turn yo' life around
You in here with Tyson now
First he was happy as shit
Even 'Pac said Holmes lookin' flabby and sick
We spend cash on a stick, we relate
Cause on the flip side it was buy pole
(bipolar) or get left with a split mind
I don't just spit rhymes
I kept my whole circle with dope
We was gettin' checks off
White like Virgil Abloh!
This what I'm murkin' ‘em fo’
He a Loud Boy? He's trippin'
Now, I'm the owner of
Loud like Steve Rifkind!
My whole breed different
We was taught to rhyme from within
He spent all that time in the pen
And put no time in his pen
This where the drama begin
He think he God? I'll send ‘em upstairs
Wherever he act up at, he gettin' cut there
His whole family at the hospital soon
As I make his gut tear
The surgeon soundin' like Funk Flex:
"Everybody can't come up here!"
You in WHAT TIER!? Bar God nigga!
Y'all really think this guy special?
I battled Verb, Dizaster, Hollow
Niggas that's past God level
You don't like how Ryda name
His guns? This time, i’ma share it
I call this black device
(The Vice) Kamala Harris bAR GOD
Yo' bitch thick as fuck (Facts)
That's why I left her throat rattled
She had me sayin' "Oh shit" soundin'
Like Smack after a dope battle fo' clap you
Get up straight nd straight dome shot him
He'll never go outside againhe a Home body
Long shotty, gamble wit' his life
I'm on it now
Pull the slot, give ‘em 3 of a kind
Then a bonus round
You better tone it down, I'll fuck
You up in this bitch, trust me
You'll be found somewhere in
Alaska thinkin' you husky
I mush niggas in they face
And you on the ground with this shit
Give me my motherfuckin' money so I
Can start countin' that shit yikes!

You always tryna "freestyle", and nine
Times out of ten, they was fuckin' wack
Your last round w-
I'll smack the shit out you
Danny! Rebuttal that! Your slogan is
"God bless the man that stands
In front of these bars"
But lemme ask you somethin', Daniel
What happens whengod's the man that stands
In front of these bars?
I don't really feel cuz
Mainly just 'cause dude be bogus
14 days ago, I told you to quit
But you'd rather stand here and get fired on
You shoulda took your two-week notice
Pistol-whip him
'fore I dump this shit all in his head
But, if I leave his face wit' a bruise
Will his (Bruce Willis) Sixth Sense tell him
That he already dead!?
Who the fuck you talkin' to
Danny? I'm an actual rapper!
You just button mash when you
Spit: you Parappa the Rapper!
That's why I'm finna kill you and anybody
That ever heard of this nigga!
Murder a nigga!
Mask up when I Purge on a nigga!
Pirate captain: either the stick by my leg
Or put the bird on a nigga!
BOW! How the fuck he still
Twitchin' after he dead!?
You know what I don't understand!?
THE NERVE of the nigga! Make one wrong move
And my fists where your chin'll be at!
Soon as he go down, load (download)
Send your shit to the Cloud
And they can't get your memory back
But, if you happen to get away
When I shoot with the TEC
You'll just escape death, but don't worry
(chk-chk) 'cause God ain't through
Wit' you yet! Silencer on the machine
I got discretion when I load and off it
Ffft-ffft! Ffft-ffft!
So when I give a simp the 'matics
(asymptomatic)
He won't even know he caught it!
When I look in his eyes, it's
(Isis) clear that fear set in (Seti)
He gettin' me pissed off this whore is
(Horus) is trouble when a new Bis'
(Anubis) get in his face
I'll squeeze clips off
Unkle Ra gon' be like, "Holmzie
Took this shit, 3-zip, y'all!"
Mind you, I just said
Isis, Set, Horus, Anubis, ra
Yeah, so when Holmzie won
Y'all won't be able to say that he gypped
(Egypt) God!
I'll let this fists off! I ain't
Always gotta tuck a pipe!
You got ten years on me!
Your old ass know what'll happen
If we fuckin' fight!?
You'll catch a elbow, I throat-check him
He take a knee: we protestin'
It's bone chillin', jaw-droppin'
I'll (k) not God: false prophet!
They all watchin'
Shit hectic when the Smith n' get to dumpin'
Nigga, I'll come to the West
And fuck everything up
Like I'm Christopher Columbus
You told Tink you from Cali
So you can drop a six-fo' (6'4") nigga
I ain't gon' lie - the shit was wicked!
But let's see if Danny can take pain
As good as he can dish it
He get a headshot, his ribs pop
I take a foot - will he live it?
I drop the top, your side get rocked
Then bottom drop: we hittin' switches!
These niggas bitches!
Catch a couple on cam', come see about me
I said "a couple on cam'" 'cause
I bring niggas pain and war
(Anwar) reAD ABOUT ME! (Reda)
And it's CRAZY 'cause this round is
Worse than my last one!
Well, what's fucked up for him is
It's not even my last one
YOU DOWN 2-0, nigga! Fuck outta here!

Nigga, you down 2-0! Nigga, shut the fuck up!

Fuck you talkin' 'bout!?

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?

Ayewhen yo' homeboys finish doin'
Yo' hairdo they get a lot of gwap paid?
Fuck that, pistol square on his scalp
We call it "box braids"
Glock raised, right on his wig
Then a shot blaze
Now he got two hair styles
You'll see his locks fade bitch!
Dre Dennis the leader of the Loud Boys?
Cool, that nigga often soft
I'll cut his head off, then
Put it on a chain
That's how you Floss The Boss
I'm too cold! Don't panic nigga!
You ain't a general cause the game is lyrical
These niggas think that every
Pain is physical
No, I'm tryna stain ya spiritual
Loso versus Ryda
You on stage with the same material
No progression
You show aggression and dope projection
You talk all these black magazines
But don't know the Essence
Please take my flow as blessings
I am Hip Hop on my way to Summer Madness
You were just a pit stop
LL with the Kangol, made me get my pen tight
Even with a eye patch Slick
Rick gave me insight
What do you bring to the table?
I know I gotta stop him
If "The God" is in yo' rap name
You better spit like Rakim and you don't
Young niggas disrespectin' legacies
My skills are Triple H's
Bitch I am the Pedigree
I am a giant, I knew I could mess with him
I'm only 5'7'', but my bloodline is Nephilim
This a college basketball style tournament
With brackets and wars ragin'
And see, aye, aye
(NCAA) , we in Fairfax, Virginia
What's more amazin'
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? I do
I keep the metaphors blazin'
He in the Final Four
And ain’t supposed to be George Mason
Fours raise ‘em, bitch ass nigga
We keep wild toys
The tre kick off in his dome Cowboys
Loud Boys, let's see
Dre Dennis battles total a million with that
You're the crazy psycho with
The villainous raps we all know Krooger
(Kruger) attacks children in fact
And a snaggle toothed nigga named Floss
To fill in the gap bitch I been in the trap!
In South Central, they tried to get me gone
My grandma bought the same couch
They laid Ricky on you get me Holmes?
I'll invest that money before
The stacks is gone
Tired of transportin' work with a
Tail car as a chaperone
My niggas followed me
That's the basics in the hood
They never let police come in between us
The relationship was good
You did the best you could
You on the ground with this shit
Gimme me my motherfuckin' money so I
Can start countin' that shit Yikes!

Niggas asked how I'mma prep for you
Compared to my last two
'Cause you different anddope wit'
The gift of gab i asked 'em, "You ever
Went and bought, bread
Milk and bleach from the store?
They all gon' carry out the same
I just gotta go in a different bag
Every time you niggas count me out
I fuck these brackets up and
Come back hard as ever
And they put a Warrior against
One of they Trailblazers, this Damien Curry
And they just came to see what guard
(God) is better
You know what thing about Danny that
Brings some laughs to me?
The fact that his old ass really be
Out here callin' niggas a "wack MC"
Pistol out, pistol whip his mouth, whack him
See you'll get beat so fuckin' bad
They thought it was produced by Cassidy
You get emotional when niggas bring
Up ya wife's addiction bro
I ain't gon' lie son
You do this shit a lotand at
One point I felt you 'Til I found out
You was the first nigga that
Used her as a prop
But Mike P go into detail about it
Now everybody said he went overboard
You a killer, right Myers?
You should know your whore'll
(horror) be the main thing we know you for
I just need somebody to stop me
If I'm lyin' right now
It must be hypothermia, cause it's always
"I'm too cold!" and that's exactly
Why you dyin' right now
A year ago, if I would've told y'all I
Could beat Danny, y'all say I'm trippin'
Right? Don't ever talk to me 'bout
No fuckin' level up, nigga I been this nice
But Smack, P, Beasley
Give me mad excuses why I couldn't
Be on them big stages yet
And all them shit's broken too nigga said
"You can rap you just gotta
Work on ya branding"
I'm the talent, y'all the label
Bitch branding is what y'all supposed to do
But the fans say I always lose
This shit make me not know how to act no more
Niggas say I always lose
Look at my track record
Reepah got put out the first week
We don't even know where Moon be at no more
Big Kannon? Danja Zone? After me
Them niggas ain't been on SMACK no more
And you motherfuckers love to bring
Up this Joe battle joe?!
Man that nigga don't even rap no more
If you hate it, sit home and eat a dick
Watch this shit from the bleachers
Niggas counted me out
Now they want me to win i really am God
I made these niggas believers after this
My stock on URL will never be the same
Shoot Danny dead in his head in
The middle of his sleep
Just to make sure each bullet is embedded
(in bed dead) in his brain
A broken mouth, and wired jaws what you get
If ever a nigga will play me
You ever have vertigo? Word
Make one wrong move and this
Whole shit'll get shaky i grip a 380
Chase him down as I clap
Him with the fuckin' lead
Better yet, I toss my gun
Lick my hand and slap you in ya fuckin' head
Cause, I'm the fuckin' GOAT and
You a fuckin' joke
Once I grip this 40, bro, my Method- nah
Let me stop playin' before I
Lose the judges vote
You niggas wild for testin' me, better yet
Y'all bold in fact
I tried to show y'all the nice side of homes
(Holmez) but since you wanna play around
I'ma show you how to cold this act
(cul de sac)
Caught him walkin' into his crib
I could let him live or get
Him sparked wit' the 4
The good conscious said
"Nah just let it pass over (Passover) "
The other one said, "Kill son"
So I left a mark at his door
You niggas come with confidence
Then leavin' in shame
After a nigga battle me
He don't be speakin' the same 3-0