URLtv, Danny Myers, K-Shine - K-Shine vs. Danny Myers lyrics

Y'all know you let a nigga keep
Twelve grand out yo' pocket Myers
Actin', but all that baloney
Boy you deserve an Oscar Myers
If they'd have got me, hot sake
I would've put a couple shots to fire
You was Taraji
Cause you had all them Hidden Figures and
You was actin' like this rocket science
They tellin' you
"Forget about ya money worry about
The look of the shit
Promote the new battle" and you
Out there pushin' the shit
I would've gotten next to Rex
And start cookin' his shit
With a black strap and clap
Smack for rebookin' the shit
Aye, wasn't y'all Writer's Bloque?
Boy you could've got light in
The picture like a filter


He watched you feed the dinosaur like Wilma
Whatchu do? Cry to URL until it build up
You ain't a boss bitch
We watched this client tell
(clientele) like Rezelda
Cha cha, here's another twelve, get familiar
I put this amount in
(Mountain) Between Us: Idris Elba
Nigga chin check
Y'all could split a deck like a dealer
I let this offer clean
Danny's shit like Matilda
They say, "Bullets ain't got no name"
Well these is customized, knife
I've been off on my aim
I prolly cut his eyes
(I) see a Cali nigga I think of The Game
Y'all wonder why, cause y'all see
LA in his face, i see the butterfly
Question why
Why was you worried if Hollow on the card?
Nigga you should've hollowed a dome
All that money you gave Rex
Nigga you could've been a sponsor for NOME
They tellin you
"Swallow ya pride" you should've had
Him swallow the chrome
You worried about followers on the 'Gram
You should've followed him home
A Cali nigga charged wit' rape for the
Money like 'Pac in a room
I let all y'all niggas share the minutes
I family plan him if my man D see the ring
Don't think stamped him
I took this fucker to a ghost
When the hammer blam him glock 9
Turnin' Danny Myers into Danny Phantom
Fuck the memes, boy if you see dis go
(disco) move I keep toolies
Razor, push me to the edge, I'm Team Uzi
Two options
Roll up the chops and heat kufi's
Or let Danny slide off a whip Grease movie
I told Beasley
"I'll be here" and he gave me a turtle
Wishin' and hopin' I take it slow and steady
When the race ain't a worthy opponent
What is the block buildin'
If y'all losin' components
And niggas takin' Danny Green in
The Spur of the moment
Boy pussy, zip 'em up, round one

You cancelled our battle
I'm glad Smack booked me my friend
You just had a baby
But, I had to wait six weeks
To get a pussy again you ducked me in Cali
Watch how you maneuver nigga
If you really 'bout it
Let me hear you say that
Blood shit on Hoover nigga
Watch how I school a nigga
All a sudden ya snub'll bang out
You east coast niggas ain't start bangin'
'til after Colors came out
K-Shine (Sean) Penn, makes me wanna scream 'til his face red
Soon as I get the queue
(Q) Tip's get put on his pussy
That's a rape kit
DNA samples part of yo' rhyme
This how I look at rookies
Nitty called you out, this bitch said
"No" and I still took this pussy
Wait, wait, rape, DNA
Never mind you a bitch probably
Actin' all tough like you can't get homi'd
I have a rubber grip on his forehead
Like Chucky tryin' to switch bodies
An OG said I "should leave the streets
Like the rest of 'em should"
The Grim Reapers outfit tells
You that there's
Nothin' but death in the hood
And that bitch you wit'? Large mistake
Even my balls was ate
That ho be snappin' 'round the
Head like a barber's cape
Shine, I ain't set this battle up
Just to bring me stardom
I set it up so I could tell you
In yo' face I'm the king of Harlem
You gon' shoot who? I get
Rid of them non threats
Ya bars simple, but you talk big, who said
"Little man complex"?
I bombed Rex cause he tripped
After he got the chedda
Now I'm at you with a snub
Nose and a cocked Beretta
Ya blood stain gon' be a
Permanent spot on the wall
You right nigga, you gon' be a Dot forever!
NWX, I couldn't wait 'til I spot you fellas
You always wit' DNA but y'all
Gon' get knocked together
Congratulations, you just had a baby
There was laughter first it's crazy
How you seein' this nasty shit after birth
(afterbirth)
Gats'll burst, Desert Eagle shootin' his ass
I went up 50K like for nine
Minutes like Mook bitch ass
Do you believe in a parallel universe? I do
I'll destroy you wit' a Hawk
My friend died in an earthquake
Cause he ain't wanna move
Sometimes you can be loyal to a fault
When I get my other half
I'ma give you some bread
And it's really legit cause Denzel taught me
When you kill a Harlem nigga you give 'em 20%
We not America's Gangster
Gotta keep ya hands on the steel
You was suppose to be shot
In Traffic like Philando Castile
I'm an example of skill
One of the last breathin' that's left
Hated to bring up Philando but I
Knew they'd be streamin' his death
I'll put three in his chest
You didn't expect that I'd spit this way
With a line then a couple angles
Is that what you pictured, k?
Clips will spray
Where ever you and these bitch niggas stay
You'll be drugged and forced to
Get the clap like Ricochet
You ain't got shit to say nigga
You better reach yo' 9 in time the irony
He'll never wake up again soon
As these bullets rise in (and) Shine
I force a sword through your mother
Then tossed the whore
This revenge for how y'all treated
Snoop at the Source Awards
I've been in all sorts of wars
And you on the ground wit' this shit
This wack MC got another two
Rounds of this shit yikes!

It's a small room K-Shine gotta rap witchu
First and foremost
Don't ever fuckin tell me what I have to do
Small room just mean you ain't good
If a nigga start smackin' you
Bar God? Boy that gotta leave
You wit' an attitude
Cause all them lines and you
Still can't find ya
Place on this map like longitude and latitude
The TEC's is silent, domestic violence
I squeeze arms, wild boy with this Cal boy
(Cowboy) , you'll see stars
I'll put this Mack down on his bitch T-Boz
Til his boo be
(booby) hangin' out the side weak bra
Close range, no names, like a cheap card
Gun butt him
You fantasize about the whip like a dream car
It's too many gods
The Bar God and a Reach God?
I put this fraud to a bar god he'll reach God
Look around
There ain't no crowd for the villain
Let's see who will cheer
(wheel chair) for the hero Christopher Reeves
I bundled up for a strong
Wind but this a breeze
Two Draco's the second one takin' half
Of ya shit like Mr t's
But, I bring the first chopper in this
Town like I'm pickin' up Mr deeds
Nigga the 4 is (forest) flames
That was wild fire (wildfire)
You can get the jack knife or
The razor's edge like the Outsiders
How you ain't retaliate for twelve grand?
And you the father of ten?
Well I gotta call you out Myers
Danny turned bitch made
(maid) for the kids Mrs doubtfire
Now who in here really think
I'm playin' wit' this dyke?
Will be the same motherfuckers tryin'
To save this nigga life
Perfect time for the TEC's
(text) like I'm waitin' for the light
I come back 'round, twice, I'm back so, yikes
The barrel life him off the ground like
He was playin' for the Knights
Who we got? Another fuckin' generous
Nigga wit' a death wish
Boy, I'm at their door feelin' comfortable
I clear (Clair) ten kids then get the
Niece (Denise) like the Huxtables
I'm Rudy playin' before I figure
What his buds will do
That's like the intro, before this show
You better bust or move
Whip the Glock out, six to pop out
You in trouble too
They put him on the card, he be
(Cardi B) tryin' to figure bloody moves
Well I can put the tre
(tray) in front of ya kids
Like lunch in school
But, I wanna rock, I wanna rock
The Coward In Compton Uncle Luke
Nigga you worried about bein'
Everythin' you not instead
Of tryi'n to be the best you
You damn near 40 and can't make
It to the main stage, and you stressed too
Next birthday, I ain't gon' slide
Up like a dancer, i crept through
You 37, we gon' make 38 Special
Death too, I'll assist a
(sister) kid like a nephew
Have a nigga splittin' these
(knees) like he needin' leg room face shot
Have his face lookin' like Deadpool
Cause it's over when a nigga flip
He beatnext move

Bitch I'll kill ya whole
Family, if not slaughter, barely survive
We'll even see Shine
(Shyne) Godfather Buried Alive
We're under the impression it's a risk to
Book this nigga cause he stay fightin'
You smacked Charron but Hitman diss your
Daughter and you ain't try it
I looked in his eyes, I see somethin' there
But it ain't violence
Any time he in front of
A nigga who who'll knock
Him or knife him I know this K silent
I made one of the worst life decisions
For instance i gave $12, 000 to Rex
I could've gave that to my infants
But instead he duckin' and hid from me
Cause he knew there was a distance
I could've bought Jakkboy Maine some shoes
Maybe he'd write better bars
I could've gave it all to you so you
And DNA wouldn't have to share a car
I could've made sure we only book
You cause you rappin' ill
But they bring DNA witchu
Cause y'all be comin' as a packaged deal
What you lack in skill
You make up wit' performance
You got the country blind
You'll see a gorilla clappin' rounds in
Both hands for actin' Monkey Shine
You can perform all these bars
I'm up here rhymin' the truth
Your anger issues clearly stem
From signs of abuse
Some fathers are bold, others discreet
You was too small to do somethin' about
It and watch yo' mother get beat
You was picked on, abused, day in and day out
Til you picked up a pen and pad
And God gave you a way out
This what K 'bout
If hands don't work he's quick to grip heat
Your complex is obvious for your disdain
Of anybody that's six feet
You're a pipsqueak
That tough talk and aggression? All nonsense
What's your Death Wish to a
Nigga who idolize Charles Bronson?
Dome shot
My only mission is givin' him death
I would install another one
But he ain't got enough memory left
When I first started hustlin'
I ain't make much
I was dumpin' 'em out barely
Then I started zippin' up sacks
Like There's Something About Mary
It's scary, I come to where you
Live with a drawn tool, i warn fools
I school you where you sleep like a dorm room
Projectiles go in and outi promise I'm
Puttin' a hole in son
That means y'all gon' see a bullet come
Out of Shine like the Golden Gun
Do y'all Bond wit' me? Horror shit
You can get shot or punched
I got more of this
It's crazy how you can get a hole
In your body or a fist (orifice)
You choke a lot, then try to say it again
In a worse way how you on ESPN but can't get
It right on the First Take?
I'm the GOAT, this guy's not a contender
Even with global warming
We wouldn't see Shine hot in December
Ya throat sliced
Then yo' baby mama gettin' poked twice
The silver be all in his
Bitch like Ghost wife
I'm tryin' to homi this fellow
I'm strapped, but if you are too (R2)
D too
(D2) eager to cover your body with metal
Nothin' but pain in mind
Fuck NWX nigga I'm bangin' mine
No matter the weather I'm killin'
One of these niggas
Whether it's Rain or Shine i flame the 9
Leave you on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got a whole
'nother round of this shit yikes!

Nigga, all that disrespect, save it
You got 30'd that day
And you still here, lookin' for a quick mil'
(meal) like a rest station
I'd have been shootin' lead to the room was
(rumor) spread like my ex hatin'
And still keep airin' the show
I got the best ratings
Checkin' my alcohol level
This is breath takin'
All he seen was D in the Glove
He the next Payton
You can scream all you want
You still got death waitin'
Cause when you directin' the lens
Let's see what the west craving (Wes Craven)
Yeah, you make the worst life decisions
For instance
Capitol One, what's in yo' wallet? Did he
(Diddy) take BIG money Christopher Wallace?
That's twelve grand
Well that could've been yo'
Kids admission to college
You put they future on the
Line for a nigga deposit
What type of fuckin' business man
Makin' investments without
Legitimate profit's?
Nigga went off PayPal and a
Nigga that promised him
What's in yo' stupid bald head? You
Thought that nigga was honest?
Sticky fingers
(Sticky Fingaz) shut him down (Shut 'Em
Down) like a member of Onyx
You make the worst life decisions
For instance why the fuck would you let
Yo' baby mama battle rap? You like
"Baby I love you and I want you
Involved in every part of my life
So we gon' put these kids to bed and
We gon' get yo' bars up tonight"
They even had a 2 on 2, they
Put y'all on the same card, damn
That was nice
But then you got writer's block
(Bloque) cause you gave the best
Bars to yo' wife ya niggas ask you for help
And you give 'em light
Cause all the fire she's gotta have it
Like a Netflix remake with Spike
You make the worst life decisions
For instance
I knew there was somethin' about you
Niggas I couldn't trust Myers
Come to find out
Arsonal wasn't the only nigga
That's a bus driver
See I looked at you and I said
"Somethin' about this niggas suspicious"
Like you got 12 hour shifts, 10 kids
When the fuck are you grippin' yo biscuit?
You a fuckin' Greyhound worker
The only thing you clippin' is tickets
I tell my niggas
"Stay down!" and they all wanna ride
He tell his niggas
"Stay down if y'all all wanna ride"
Keep that Greyhound shit to a minimum
Unless y'all all wanna die cause six will
(wheel) steal (still) bust (bus) when there's
Dawgs (dogs) on the side
I'm on Peter Pan lookin' for him
With a 12 gauge he try to book
I go to where he at and I'll have
His front tear when the shells spray
Wait, wait, wait, Peter Pan, Goto, Frontier
That was well played that mean I even bus
(t) companies if a nigga gotta trail ways
Ya frail ways
Make ya somethin' that's hard to admire
Need to stick to who you are
Instead of trying to give us
This persona of riders
Nigga my man said it's "on
Sight" he's poppin' on Myers
But, I'll steal off on him Bonnie Godiva
That's a true shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em
Up, get ya crew shot, oowop, pick him up
Til you get yo' money back
You still a fuckin' punk
You know my slogan, zip em up

I let my baby mama battle rap
And all of y'all was laughin' that's right
That's cool
Me and yo' baby mama gonna battle tonight
Picture K-Shine and DNA in Compton
Niggas gon' get to lookin'
Start approachin' 'em
Shine gon' be like, "Eh bro
Heywhat are you doin'?"
Nigga already got Ghost on him
But fuck both of 'em, you a clique hopper
In Cali that's a no no
For that I'll spray Shine in
The head like Soul Glo saga was in yo' crew
You put his business out the most hatin' way
I should flash the stick and clear you
Mind for actin' like an Agent K
DNA be careful
This ain't what bein' friends about
He the type that when he get mad he
Gon' run and put yo' business out
We don't condone that in Cali
You get peeled for doin' it one time
Oh that's right, you from Harlem
Snitchin' is in yo' bloodline
Bitch you'se a faggot!
Dot Mobb grabbed yo' ass
Everybody was smackin'
You don't get mad at them
But you wanna shoot me for rappin'?
So, so, let me get this straight
Verb was losin', you was up there jockin' Rex
Then a grown man stood behind you
And did a backside pocket check
Well goddamn, what was he lookin' fo'?
I don't give a fuck
About your sexual preference
My intellectual leverage can't be beat
By a weak conceptional reference
Can't let this lame see me
I grab the TEC and let the flame eat him
This cartridge skip him to the next world
It's like a Game Genie but fuck all that
I'ma stand here and take time to ask you
For your fans why you became "Pay Shine"
They miss that old Shine
The one that never choked
And just smashed folks
What happened to that Shine versus DNA with
The goggles on and lab coat?
You went from Calicoe
Tsu Surf and Tay Roc wit' great skill
To takin' a bunch of one rounders versus no
Names simply so you can pay bills
You niggas trade yo' legacies for a check
You know how I look at you?
It's like when Antonio Bandaras
Went from Desperado to
Doin' voice actin' in Puss N Boots
You think you bullet proof, that's cool
That's cool
I'm better with the blade cause, I can't miss
I get up close, give him
Five stripes on the side, now he's K-Swiss
I don't play bitch
You're either gettin' just a coffin
Or pistol whipped 'til Rain' Man
Retarded like Dustin Hoffman
I am a fuckin' marksman
You are a life that my Ruger claims
Big rounds that sit on his
Neck like Akuma chain fuck who he claim
I rep South Central where niggas truly bang
I march in with a strap in the studio
And record the silence like Pootie Tang
Shooter gang
Got on his dome then let the Uzi flame
His wig curl in front of
His forehead like Tootie bangs
These are the Facts of Life
I send this nigga to the after life
I stab him twice
He'll fade out like Martin's
Career after Life fuck actin' nice
AR with the bump stock so
I can buck it faster or the baby Nina
He gettin' killed by the
Toy like Puppet Master
I shoved a gun into him
I be killin' these Harlem niggas
When I run into 'em
I hope Lux watchin' this shit so he
Know what he got comin' to him and Brizz
You beat Pass and came to
The west for the win
But my G status should never
Be questioned my friend
Cause if I'm ever disrespected again
Unlike yo' sideburns
This hook gon' connect to ya chin
And even though you already on
The ground with this shit
Thank the Lord he ain't got
Another round of this shit yikes!