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letra de qleen paper throwaway rounds - danny myers

[round 1: danny myers]
you’re known as the greatest that ever did it
…that never did it
you can be the best, but you became battle raps dmx
you f-cked up the most potential, that’s what the fan’ll vote
despite how many times you saw earl, they say this man a goat (manigault)
wait…potential, never did it, earl manifault
you’se a cancer to this battle game n-gga and i’m the antidote
the hammer smoke, i couldn’t wait to get at this dude
the 12 gauge will make you do your signature move
who got it out for me? i’ll turn gold from metal like it’s alchemy
the buckshot will make him do a 180, the ricochet will bring him back to me
b-tch, you thought you was f-ckin’ wit’ a coward or somethin’?
it’s ironic after i put two in ya (petunia) flowers is comin’
jon doe, you nice wit’ the edits, but for this you’ll need a green screen
shots will put him in the air, i got a sweeper that’ll spring clean (qleen)
i got a mean team, if you were smart you would’ve joined r’s
now you gettin’ bucks from these nickels like a coin star
chrome blazer, i’m a parole officer when it’s on hater
cause even though these bullets just got out the chamber, they still on paper
you don’t want me to f-ck yo’ b-tch, homie the pain is gully
if i stick this in her, it’s gon’ mold her (mulder) partner, that’s dana scully
am i still a pg?
a top tier?
my talent’s surely more
when you on a strong cycle of wins (winds) why put me in a category for (four)
tornado sh-t
shootouts are live or die
sometimes you gotta squeeze never knowin’
the glock will off the top of his dome like breez evahflowin’
i’m supernatural, your career’s a mess, it’s just the obvious
they want you straightened out, that’s why they put qleen next to godliness
i’ll body sh-t, they gon’ want me to stop the violence
jesus, you’re gettin’ k!lled, that’s pontius pilate
why conscious silent, i’m the form evil has taken
i concentrate in darkness ’til my cerebral awakens
i’ll p-ss the homie the razor blade n-gga, my whole posse mean
it’ll be hard to get bloodstains out his clothes if oxy clean (qleen)
n-gga!
i’m from the curb and the trenches where men go to prison and emerge with a vengeance
a trigger is shaped like a comma cause a gun is tryin’ to tell you it’s only a small gap between words and a sentence
listen, when you get this age, life comes in a full view
decisions like, “should i pull the plug or hope a n-gga pull through?”
but i pull two, arms, poppin’ it at your kinfolk
all you’ll hear is “aye q!” like 2pac hollerin’ at the window
you mixed bein’ a stand up n-gga with stand up n-gga
you’se a comedian that’s halfway in the streets like a median
you done stole from leagues that never got they deposit back
so i’ma address some sh-t where somebody left a comment at
if you tired of robbin’ folks for stacks, gettin’ approached wit’ gats cause your focus lacks and yo’ jokes is wack?
b-tch stop smokin’ crack!
and you on the ground wit’ this sh-t
this wack mc got another two rounds of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 2: danny myers]
you’re known as the greatest that ever did it…that never did it
on everythang
you became battle raps eddie kane
i’m in deadly range, ’bout to show this hoe n-gga how i do
i’ll expose his brain capacity soon as i eye q (iq)
they say all i got is bars, delivery sucks, that’s quite true
i should dumb it down and rap a little more r-t-rded…like you
but what i do? took it up a step, like i’m 5’2″
plus i value 9 mils (meals) like me and kids at the drive-thru
i’ll slide through, hop out the whip, me and my homie squeeze
i usually don’t respond to ‘scrubs’ like the sporty thievz
if these straps don’t put you to sleep then it’s gon’ be these
his fans been addicted to qleen (clean) since his old cd’s (ocd)
people criticize me cause i don’t do personals
but i was taught you never bring your home problems to work wit’ you
but i watch you battle esem
you was doin’ good, then things got hard for you
you started to choke, then the other qp finished the bars for you
how could he have known where you was at and about to finish
could it be that it was actually he who really jot them lyrics
why didn’t he just transfer them rhymes into your head telepathically since he calls himself quantum physics?
i am apocalyptic
a doctrine gifted under god’s permission
it’s god forbidden to reveal my final image without consequences
i got this kind of sickness that’ll make me pay my own mom a visit
ask her what time is it, then stick a knife right into her mind and twist it
my mind is twisted
since a youth it’s been crime inflicted
i’ll take a bath in your daughters blood to nirvana lyrics
you want this problem n-gga?
i didn’t think so
go ahead and blink ho
i’ll split you in half, turn you into a duplicate in front of kinko’s
even if y’all do write together, it’s still gon’ be the wackest sound
cause both qp’s together don’t deserve half a pound
i’m on a different scale
if i run up on you, i’m tryin’ to k!ll you
i hope you doin’ the same cause if i’m around an arm i don’t wanna shoot it in vain (vein)
qp, you know what drugs do to your brain?
for starters you joined r3, now you move with those lames?
y’all k!ll crews now?
that’s cool, it can’t be r’s
you sniff dope, pop pills and come up with all these zany (xany) bars
brutal tactics, ruthless savage, come with the ruger ‘matics
i’ll put some extra sh-t in his roof, that’s what you do to addicts (attics)
the mean fifth will spray, i’m not lettin’ qleen (clean) getaway
ironically i’m gonna k!ll him and make qleen get away
quite the professional
i from where n-ggas might hear the voices of they father but won’t see they face like a confessional
n-gga
i’m sidney poitier with imported yay’
in other words, a black man on screen dope
ah yes, this large tec is a small check
what i’m sayin’ is, i’m ’bout to get qleen (clean) smoke
and even though, he already on the ground with this sh-t
this wack mc got a whole ‘nother round of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 3: danny myers]
you’re known as the greatest that ever did it…that never did it
don’t try me now, you became battle raps kwame brown
then became battle raps bobby brown
i tommy clowns, no krump dancing
catch you in broad daylight (daylyt) with the pump antics
i should call for intervention but you done had enough chances
three n-ggas in the car wit’ me, everyone of ’em wit’ the deal
we spot you at your car, that’s when we all grip the steel
won’t catch you bucklin’ down a car seat
the last thing will be your baby face (babyface) cause every n-gga in the whip will peel (‘whip appeal’)
this is a different feel
you a house n-gga, i’m from a different field
i’m glad ain’t n0body here i’ll leave the witness k!lled
you know how you pr-nounce “dawg” well you shouldn’t want no trouble you see
cause it’s not hard to get d a w g
gun on me, how many shots will it take to k!ll him?
my pearl .9 milly got a white handle like jason williams
you gotta face the villain
i ain’t frontin’ on black, i’m just p-ssed they matched me with a motherf-cker so wack
catch him gettin’ ready for sunday service
rush through the back, knife right through his church pants, i ain’t cuttin’ no slack
what’s wack is this drug sh-t
i know you don’t like those facts
but i wanna see you back on top, so here’s a few tips to get yo’ life on track
first, stop hangin’ with that other qp, cause drugs ain’t what you used to do
when one addict is on the road to recovery, you don’t need another to influence you
when you start to choke, just cut yo’ verse and go in yo’ zone
cause it looks bad especially on camera when you go on yo’ phone
don’t take money from leagues if you ain’t got no intentions on comin’
cause when they catch up to you in real life you gon’ be sick to yo’ stomach
you claim you put money on n-gga heads but what happens when they price yours?
i know he a gang member but let him take my advice (vice) lord
these new n-ggas, wanna put performance over pen and paper
but i bring that old game back to the screen like the emulator
you got a young queen, but you feel in love, that was a dumb thing
the irony, i’m confessing that b-tch made me come clean (c-m, qleen)
the gun steam, a round on his mouth like a tongue ring
i won’t have a mark in my face, that’s the young steams, n-gga
run up on me, i promise you’ll be droppin’ rookie
i’ll catch you reading the book of luke, then ask you, “what’s poppin’ p-ssy?”
you’ll get your freak nicked (freaknik)
wait, luke, poppin’ p-ssy, freaknik, b-tch i wreak havoc with clips
the bullets will be on q like we practiced the sh-t
proof you’re still one of the best, you must provide us this
i could either shoot you, or scratch that and give sir ry a cyst (psoriasis)
n-gga!
you’se a coulda been
you got a weapon? go ‘head and pull it then
but he won’t understand my message until he gets the bulletin (bullets in)
you turned out to be pookie from new jack city when you grew up
cause a dope n-gga career was dis-armed before he blew up
i’m too much!
and you on the ground with this sh-t
thank the-

man i got rounds for everyone of y’all motherf-ckers out there man
bar god

- danny myers

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