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Fuck you think this is? Ain't
No regular battle bitch
Spit your little gun bars old man
I'll crack ya shit
Ain't tryin' to hear no racist bars
My thoughts militant christopher Columbus
You got the wrong Indian
What's this problem you got?
I run with a pocket rocket
Dumpin' a couple shots
Pop him and his body'll drop
I'll even shoot at ya spirit as
It rise to the top and put a grip on ya soul
(sole) like hospital socks
Holdin' twins in Danny's house
Like then Olsen bitches
Get bucks to ya mom and pops
Support ya local business
Make fun of my people's accent
You'll sound like you're rollin' wit' them
Crack ya jaw now you


Speakin' in broken English
Blood'll pour, can't run or walk
Have him slumped on the floor
Gettin' punched all on
Tryin' to say "bye" to ya kids
I'll get one more off
He won't gеt to reach his phone
I guess that's uncallеd for
No respect for the legends
Said that ever since I read the second
Amendment I kept a registered weapon
The best of the freshmen
You 'bout to see the New Era cap-o era
Like Eddie from Tekken
You know that I'm Jersey
Fortified the coast to my mercy
Don't wanna die go inside early
Hold a Glock sturdy, extended clip in there
Like a young millionaire, it's loaded by 30
Sendin' him into the sky
Get him a ticket to die
Ready to get a Beretta you dead
If I lift it and fire
On a mission to find existence of God
I'll get you to switch to the Sikh
Religion just to send you to mine
Hope to fight fair, you gon' get nightmares
Chrome to his dome now he
Want his life spared i know he type scared
Ironic, while he keep tellin' me to "stop"
I'ma hold it right there
Eagle cost me some bread
When you see the triangle hold
It's an arm and a leg
I bought it for this nerd
He at the door then I'ma skkeert
Origami I bend the corner with the bird
I heard
For Champion Of The Year you in discussion
But did a bunch of one rounders
Shit is nothin'
I show up to Champion with his
Ashes, then dump it, like
"How's he the front runner in
This race? He gettin' dusted"
You battle so much
I thought my NOME shot could've
Got fucked up so I put a
Sniper in a stand by ya crib just
In case you did not pull up
Cause if he ain't show up to the date
It would've got stood up
You the Figure of Figeroa?
I figure ya weak, be too disfigured to speak
Now you a figure of speech
He the best? I ain't worried 'bout that
So what if he the GOAT
My people make curry out that
Fuck that streak! Fuck that streak!

Hurry out back
I'll knock you off ya feet at alarming speed
After a jab you already on
The street corner sleep
I lead with the left
Honestly that's all I need
Cause the lead cause of
Death like heart disease
Talk is cheap, start runnin' away
I'm not comin' to play i'm pumpin' the gauge
I'll knock you to next week but
You die from it today
So I knock you to last week
With a Shotgun to ya face
Speakin' of, you should get a Caffeine award
Last week I saw
You win again on the app with the scores
Got revenge on Suge
Hit the back of the board
Jersey down, I gotta put us back on the board
Jersey!

I'm 'bout to turn this shit
Into a whore lobby
Bitch, you gettin' folded for that paper
That's origami
And, that little bad bitch we was
Gettin' lit on the beach
Couldn't hear her, what she was sayin'
With my dick in her mouth
But that's just a figure of speech
Bout to kill this nigga in a hurry
Talkin' 'bout curry
It's so ironic, I'm 'bout to 30 a Jersey
Bar God! He reps his religion in his name
Comin' off like this righteous guy
They said this motherfucker can't be beat
Well I'd like to try
He writes all these lyrical rhyme patterns
I can go twice as high
I ain't see an Indian depend on
A flow since Life Of Pi you might just die
You goin' to the afterlife
They gave a GOAT to an Indian
After all that I sacrificed?
I'll stab him twice, slash him for no reason
He losing consciousness, of cohesion
Grab a bat then go Negan
Shatter his bone with half
Of his dome bleedin'
Splash him, shatter his dome
Smash it both leakin'
Grab the fo' squeezin' and keep shootin' 'til
He The Last Of The Mohicans
I'm mad that this hoe breathin'
His skin will have lashes and mo' legions
Dragged this bitch from summer to spring
Then smashed at the Fo' Seasons
I've mastered the mold
From the stash of the most recent
I've got an unfoldable contraction (Stumbed)
I've mastered the mold
From the stash of the most recent
I've got an unfoldable contraction
Attached to the pole
Fiber optic tactical scope gives me
Optimal ratchet control defense
Is this an elaborate hoax? A practical joke?
Is there an actual quote that
You have wrote that
Catapults you to the status of GOAT even?
I had a dream I was talking
To a statue of gold demons
They told me that you would join then
And that's when ya soul leavin'
This is the rapture, behold heathen
I get up close, then lift it on you
This 38 bulldog is my religion and I'ma sic
(Sikh) it on you
These people wanna get to know you
The race angle? I didn't
Wanna stretch the joint
But when non black people be
Good at black people shit
Black people give 'em extra points
This is our culture
You studied the elements I presume
Since they brought a Street
Fighter to an Indian
Let me address the elephant in the room
We built this off life struggle and pain bars
While Sikhs were being taught in
The ways of Guru
I was listening to GangStarr
We bang ours, you'll be dead in the street
They'll have to dance around it
Paramedics saw the way his
Headwrap was knocked off
And couldn't wrap they heads around it
This a battle you won't edge a round it
It's like they got you verse a true trick
Cause, I will Gucci purse bitch to hide
The Uzi that I persecute wit'
But, I fuck Indian women too like yo' bitch
I was strokin' to crack that
My fingers look like you pop
The hood on somebody
Car and don't know where the latch at
Bar God!
These niggas know what the slogan is
This that get yo' shirt wet, Hulk Hogan shit
Even if you ate the big pole
The fifth blow, from this close
To keep goin'
Knock you back yo' shoulder length
Get yo' soldiers bitch
Just know that I tote pistols
The rifle communicates from long distance
But that's what the smoke signals
You don't want no issue
The body builder, get his body stretched
Have a gem in his headwrap
Like Hadji from Johnny Quest (chokes)

Alright, y'all ever see the list he
Makes on his Twitter page? Shit is great
He always puts himself amongst
The biggest names he be like
"Who the best rappers? Rakim and Kane
Danny Myers, Em and Jay"
Best wrestlers: Hulk Hogan, Stone
Cold, Danny Myers, triple H
Best TV Shows: The Wire, Danny Myers
Prison Break
Best Female Rappers: Remy Ma, Danny Myers
Ms-" wait
You begged ya whole career to get here
You finally got in when the end is near
To you? This a milestone
To me this my freshman year
You was born in 1980
In '94 I was born in New Jersey
Don't get mad if you get 3-0'd
40 is the new 30!
Said you started rappin' in '92?
I can see ya age
The sad part is, far as your second half
You get an equal rate as me today
You treat the game like a 9 to
5 but barely got paid over time (overtime)
You passed 40 h (ours) shouldn't be the same
You behind every rapper you be
On the block wit' whatchu even accomplish?
Start rappin' when 'No Vaseline' was a hot
Diss and Eazy had got sick
30 years later you battled Eazy then got Sikh
You in the category with guys
That's past they normal prime
Hang with the youth cause you
Don't like actin' 45
Just be glad you old and die
Member when you had your whole
Life in front of
You? Now it's 'bout to flash before ya eyes
Stop saying "Bar God"
You ain't the god of shit
You havin' problems with no names
But you gon' body Sikh? I'm tired of this
Your record on some Islamic shit
Cause you killin' rappers is a lie
(Allah) since I only seen God body 5%
Llama grip
I'ma flip this into the Gaza strip
You launchin' ya merch next week
Right? I'ma rock ya shit
Ya IG? "Molotov Myers"
Well they say what I got bottled up is
Cut from a cloth that's on fire
The fade you owe me ain't for no reason
Paid the whole fee
Have you lookin' like a crazy coke fiend
Treat ya face like stadium home
Seats after breakin' yo' teeth
Cause, I hit the upper row
And make ya nose bleed
If Danny like his family life
He shouldn't plan to fight
You the Bar God? Well I'm the
Guy who's hands is nice
Right now you see one Sikh
But if I land a strike
You gon' see three Sikhs
(six) like the Anti-Christ
I know you live by ground
Rules with high values
Bitch I'll slap every element of
Hip hop out you
Ya writtens got triggers poppin' I'll
Make you switch to conscious
Knock out ya wisdom tooth
Now you spittin' knowledge this is my shit!
When I find him I'm finna chop him
Vina Lago conditions
He gettin' spinned when I spot him
You win a lot with my city
When I heard what you called Shotgun
It ain't sit right wit' me
Bring a knife to a gun fight
Keep stabbin' him
Don't pull a strap, I react different
Cause the blade will come out clean like
You went to a rehab clinic
But, if I see a trigger I'ma relapse wit' it
I'm stylistic heard ya child stripped to
Make a sound livin'
You told Suge you got the pole out swingin'
I'm wild different
She allow tips my cal' (cow) give it
You taught to treat a body like a temple
I'ma bow in it
You on a round streak, only from rappin'
Bro, my whole class on a streak
Closin' up caskets
They noticed ya talent in an era that was
Created by me vs jey in Ultimate Madness
Thank me off it
You even joined the second version of
A tournament that we started
I need homage for that we fathered ya path
This ya first NOME too? You might as
Well be part of the class take a time out
Before we got it poppin' they ain't
Care about ya crazy wild style
Without a rookie you ain't
Break no high ground
Like Botox you need a shot with a
New face to be raising eyebrows
To put it in a way ya old ass will understand
You ain't never gonna be nice
You a pack of cheese without the corners
You ain't never gon' be a slice yikes!
Jersey!

They lined him up to get this goofy killed
Against a man who is truly skilled
Soon as I do this motion
Picture me makin' this a movie Real (reel)
You're all projection
Ya flow ain't what you said it is
Now that we frame by frame I
Can focus on the negatives
We almost relatives i can leave you proof
Sikh's live by the 5 K's we do too!
Look where I can lead you to
I got a lineage to discover
This nigga toy with me
I put an Indian In The Cupboard
Y'all seen that movie, it was famous, right?
Well it's gonna be the same tonight
Cause it was me takin' you off
The shelf that gave you light
We can fade tonight
We can match, right handers, keep it crack
He'll slide down the window, smearing blood
I left his streak intact

(chokes)

(The crowd and Sikh encourage Danny
To "run it back")








I said yo! While y'all think his pen is
Amazin', to the writers
He's still a level behind
Y'all gonna agree in a second aight
Just think of this question of mine
"What makes an incredible line?"
It's not just the punch
It's the setup you rhyme
And his don't make sense 75% of the time
You told Nitty
"triangle at his forehead like
A widow's peek"fire
But the setup was, "I'll make ya kiddos leak"
Listen, nobody talks like that
You could've used, "pillow sheets"
"trill OG" danny, if you really pulled out
And made "kiddos leak"
You wouldn't have fuckin' 10 of them
Fightin' for a window seat
You told Verb you'd take his bitch and
Had a bar about Lu Alcindor
What y'all think he rhymed
With "Lu Alcindor"?
Maybe, "Who'll buy dinner"
Or since it's basketball
"bein' in a shootout with her"
Nope! He said, "Ya cool gal tender"
Nobody talks like that!
That ain't substance you makin' up shit
Ya setups sound like you got Tourettes
A lot of fuck shit, forget the entertainment
You gotta know ya pen is basic
See you might be the Bar God
But you the Setup Satan
See, he's shakin' his head, he knows
He don't think he's Setup Satan
Even if he read the endin' pages of
The Bible he wouldn't have that Revelation
That ain't God mode, you not close to best
That's why most the vets
Put you on the side show with them
Random bars and your rhymes over stretched
Of course your Universe is Parallel
The lines don't connect

This a 30!

They said every angle witchu
I had nothing to plan with
Like I hate when they bring up ya kids
Cause they don't talk about
The ones you abandoned
You meet a new kid at every events
But, you ain't find them
They had to look for you
And hit you up on your social
Media like they was bookin' you
If you one of his lost kids
You gotta request his business team
Can't call, hit his IG, then you get to meet
You treat them like little leagues
The message is, they shouldn't have to hit
Danny Myers DM initially
This whole time, we was on the side of
You takin' on battles to provide for
Ya kids to grow up proper
Come to find out ya son only got
To know his father through a screen
Brings a new meaning to phone provider
Even if he got a deceitful mom
Did you even try to meet him prior?
Why you braggin' that battle raps the only
Way that he could find ya
I guess cause you spend every
Weekend inside a plane you
Thought you'd get points for
Being on frequent fliers let me remind ya

This so bad they don't
Even wanna react anymore

Let me remind ya
Parenting is a constant need
Instead of solving when he lost his seeds
All his deep thoughts went
Into bars and beats and not kids, see
You focusing on the wrong 16s
That money you gave Rex ain't no major L
The loss is abandoning your kids
You played yourself
Could've gave them help with grades
And raised them well fuck 12K
You should've been with ya kids K through 12!
Why you rap 'bout grippin' tools
I don't think that shit fit you
If you would pass the pistol
You would know the impact a kick do
How the silencer have to get screwed
What a mag go into but, you abandon kids
I expect you to have attachment issues
I said this to Mike but you who it applies to
You brought your slogan to life
Your son was beside you
Like you believe in a Parallel- I do
And now when you got him through high school
Stayin' with his mom dukes
He ain't have to be introduced to
This culture to find you
He ain't have to watch your battles
To see how ya mind moves
Life never got ruined
You're the one he confined to
And ya third round with Hollow wasn't the
First time you cried to him
I knew, that would sting a lot
I hope ya kids'll watch so they
Can listen why you didn't try
The next list you got
Should be "Worst Parents"
And put ya name in the spot
Between Charlie Clips' father The
Fresh Prince's pops i'm on that Jersey shit
That goin' all out shit
Real Sikh and I'm the problem
That you want rounds with?
You supposed to put in work
But that's wrong now bitch
Cause you can't show up to work
When you call out Sikh (sick)!
Jersey!