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letra de danny myers vs. holmzie da god - urltv

[round 1: danny myers]
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 n-gga, 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 water…god dam (d-mn)
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 b-tch, 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’re 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, f-ck 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 n-gga
how the f-ck you on caffeine and always look sleepy n-gga?
half the day, i’m getting money on yo’ block when i enter you’re section
the other half, me and yo’ b-tch made a video session
day to night, hustlin’, and plenty throat stretchin’
basically, i disrespect n-ggas; 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
b-tch, i got my pupil in my palms like pan’s labyrinth
he in the hospital, hooked up on lines (online) when the gauge hit
his family pulls the plug before he die, that’s a “rage quit”
you lil’ beige b-tch, 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 sh-t
give me my motherf-ckin’ money so i can start countin’ that sh-t
yikes!
[round 2: danny myers]

that sh-t’s trash, get over here

[holmzie]: f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?

[danny]
i think i’ma try…freestyles that i bring from the mind
this n-gga got on a rock n’ roll earring, some tight ass pants with pink on the side
these n-ggas 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)
b-tch!
two gods…
nah, false idol, cross, bibles, thoughts spiral
bought rifles, before two k’s (2k), we was givin’ out bows to our arch rivals
dark cycles, lost titles, spot holmzie then i spark ‘em
they gave me a villain with mental problems, so i take these bats and arc ‘em (arkham)
i seek asylum, my pen’ll fry n-ggas
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
b-tch!
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 sh-t
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 n-gga!
y’all really think this guy special?
i battled verb, dizaster, hollow, n-ggas 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’ b-tch thick as f-ck, that’s why i left her throat rattled
she had me sayin’ “oh sh-t” soundin’ like smack after a dope battle
fo’ clap you, get up and close and straight dome shot him
he’ll never go outside again…he 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 f-ck you up in this b-tch, trust me
you’ll be found somewhere in alaska thinkin’ you husky
i mush n-ggas in they face, and you on the ground with this sh-t
give me my motherf-ckin’ money so i can start countin’ that sh-t
yikes!
[round 3: danny myers]
aye…when yo’ home boys finish doin’ yo’ hair…do they get a lot of gwap paid?
f-ck 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
b-tch!
dre dennis the leader of the loud boys? cool, that n-gga 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 n-gga!

you ain’t a general cause the game is lyrical
these n-ggas think that every pain is physical
no, i’m tryna stain ya spiritual
loso vs 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 sl!ck 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, these young n-ggas disrespectin’ legacies
my sk!lls are triple h’s, b-tch 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, b-tch ass n-gga, we keep wild toys
the trey’ll 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 n-gga named floss to fill in the gap
b-tch 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 n-ggas 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 sh-t
gimme me my motherf-ckin’ money so i can start countin’ this sh-t yikes!

- urltv

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