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letra de danny myers vs. nunn nunn - urltv

[round 1: nunn nunn]
you can’t talk to me about loyalty, you gotta prove it
man, you done joined so many battle rap teams it’s all confusin’
h-ll, we suppose to be brothers too, that sh-t all an illusion
like the last supper, when they made me a plate with god i start to think like a judas
now i really pray to the real god, just to prey on a fake god?
like adam and eve that was your first mistake god
call hisself the bar who?
he take your name in vain god, i looked up to you
then realized my idol’s a fake god
you better not, f-ck up another nome
i hope you got some sh-t to say
they said, “danny always show up to work”, right?
then what happen? he had a sick (sikh) day
that sikh sh-t, was some sick sh-t, it disturbed me
you ain’t champion of the year worthy
you thought jayblac snaked you out the belt?
nah
you just stumbled into a 30
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do!)
you really quit versus real sikh and gave us none at nome
then in return you got what you deserved
they gave you nunn at nome
first off bro, i don’t give a f-ck how no pyramids built
the solar system or none of that lyrical miracle sh-t
cause first off b-tch, that don’t make you great
if i want a battle rapper to say a bunch of nothin’, i’d join a twitter sp-ce
you know what i think?
e.f.b. got him pumped up really
this ain’t the west in the south, you get caught quickly
ultimate madness, i go from splittin’ ya buck 50
to havin’ ya body by the swamp like rum nitty
he ain’t no m-th-f-ckin’ stepper
he a “watch where you steppin'”
you ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ god, this ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ blessin’
any question?
you’ll die any second, cause this rock, it ain’t movin’ so won’t be no resurrection
you 40 plus on your own grizzly like abdul rahim
we ain’t tryin’ to hear that sh-t sharif, quit all that f-ckin’ preachin’
you was battlin’ lil’ slap…the f-ck you teachin’?
how to work like a dog while underachieving?
danny it’s time to retire bro, you got more than reasons
b-tch you been old your whole career like morgan freeman
let me talk to you bro, you need to know this
i’m only battlin’ you
cause when you were callin’ out tsu, that sh-t was hopeless
when staff wouldn’t give god a part in the wave, i stopped believin’ in moses
you know the sad thang about doin’ all of god’s work? n0body noticed
you gotta lose
that “god” sh-t you gotta prove
you don’t slow that sh-t down in houston, you gettin’ chopped & screwed
i’ll body you!
you sadly mistaken, i don’t know what the f-ck you thinkin’
i’ll get on some fonz sh-t, know who that make him?
nunu nellz, cause one punch will have this b-tch ass shakin’
who am i?
it’s a lot of clones in my crib
walk in home, see a lot of kids
who am i? they never want me to win
who am i? battle rappers takin’ my money again?
who am i? i have yet to get my respect
who am i? every battle it’s a minimal check
who am i? i ain’t make a summer madness yet
who am i? h-ll, to tell you the truth they done put a parallel universe right in from of you
and i don’t need personals, we ain’t gotta get into sh-t
i look my mother in the eyes and seen what addiction is
bro, half my family did drugs
if i said some sh-t ’bout yours i’d be a hypocrite
now this the realest sh-t, cause i do him greasy
soley, i don’t f-ck with co-d’s
only time i’m slidin’ a dm; when i’m lonely
i think dan’s a real good actor, like tony
but myers (meyers) put me (meat) in a pack? that’s bolognese
they ain’t want me on nome, that i would half ass
crazy
when it was time for god to time, i took the backlash, well that’s trash
cause right now it’s a freestyle in ya dumb ass head
and the reb-ttal gon’ be the best part of ya round, cause it’s some sh-t i already said
[round 1: danny myers]
this b-tch n-gga came with that morgan freeman sh-t, that plan was odd
but morgan freeman came to show bruce almighty that the black man is god
bar god!
n-gga said, he don’t care about me rappin’ about pyramids, i can’t respect you fool
after centuries of white washing black egyptian history i wouldn’t expect you to
most these fans, didn’t even want you to rhyme on this card
so it was those same exact pyramids that have you aligned with stars
bars!
that chopped and screwed sh-t? that was cute
i’m the god of shootin’, bullets hit his neck and get lodged into it
the next time you try to chop and screw- i’ll let my auto’ tune (autotune) it!
bar god!

{danny jumps in the crowd!}

the chopper shot, make his car transform like an autobot
but this nicaraguan glock, doin’ a lil’ flip, it’s an ‘exotic pop”
that’s the .40, the .9 for ya big homie
oh it’s just you, ‘my mind playing tricks on me”
i got n-ggas from bushwick, callin’ me like, “nunn nunn ain’t gon’ k!ll you, will he (willie) d?”
knowin’ that if a feather hit me, and k!llers on demand
so he’ll get more than a scarface if anything close to cloverland
i’m from the ghetto (geto) boy
they got the battle of the red beards
b-tch you look up to me like a father figure
they got a god and a nun(n) together like catholicism
but the problem with him, i’m a professional, even in a confessional, i’ll outbox you
how could a nun(n) f-ck with anyone when you vowed not to?
aye, i owe you (aiou) a punch
it’s a vowel knot too
i’ll pile drive you
leave this stage blood filled, with nunn k!lled from all mags
with smack in the middle of the murder, it’s a drug deal, gone bad
it’s no competition
i done wrote the most goat compositions this whole time of livin’
turn you to a ghost kinda, ya soul live, but ya protons diminished
robot precision, come off the leg with some sh-t look like i’m holdin’ voltron meniscus
then .45 the witness
nah! f-ck that!
i’ll let the gauge bomb you
i’ll go through you to get to the n-gga behind you, i’ll liaison you
i put the gun to his rib, he reached to sn-tch it, but tried hesitant
when it comes to murder i’m excellent, i time tested it
they at the autopsy tryna figure what happened, their mind desolate
once the dna from the cage match, they’ll realize he died wrestlin’
bar god!
when they talk about danny, they say he yoda, don’t play me soldier
i’ll bring the navy over from the middle east with, the piece with the israeli odor since he thinks he’s ray liotta
you good fella (goodfellas), don’t you know i k!ll esteem?
there’s no escape from the revolver i’ll put you in a field of dreams
wait, wait, ray liotta was in (goodfellas), no escape, revolver and a field of dreams
and still it’s seems
my block like vietnam today, ain’t no peace like namaste, bystanders get hit when llamas spray
i’ll k!ll you on accident in front of yo’ mother, you see the pain that mamas take (my mistake)?
this how i operate, a gun fight with me? you don’t wanna chance that
get hand straps
why go to war with a tommy? vice city the only time we saw lance black
you know what’s crazy about that game flow?
n-ggas think life is gta but that’s what got nun(n) in front of a saints row
my veins froze, aim cold, up the .4, the big bang, then blood rush the floor
they gone find proof of existence where nunn (none) was before
i done been to f-ckin’ war
shootouts, i ain’t gotta exaggerate
i won’t lie, a full clip, will leave everything under his fabric ate (fabricate)
let me elaborate
i’ll wave the stick, lighting bolt on ya head, i will dumbledore you
this a clear 30, i’ll ‘hit em up’ at the end if i stumble toward you
that parallel sh-t? i was the one rhymin’ to do it first
how they got the nun(n) versus the man the be conjuring universe
you open up this portal, you risk to die
when the smoke clear i k!lled my own son, he mystified
this is god, mr. underdog, beat danny on nome and be a hero
smack, you brought me to houston, gave me nunn (none), but couldn’t get me zero
b-tch you’se a weirdo
you white boys say anything to the fans for the clout
you been tryna get me, you was planning it out
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do!)
he told charron, he wore a confederate flag on civil war, i watched that sh-t land in the house
and here you are, another white man tryin’ to k!ll a black man in the south
that’s why them hammers is out!
i catch you with yo’ b-tch i’ll let the homie paint the-
floor from laminate to rosewood when the .40 ache her (acre)
and a mule, my first threesome was a scary sight
i was in a motel with my baby mama and a brick, and both them b-tches carry life
this was every night, hustlin’ under the full moon i was stuck in the grind
witchcraft, i knew me and my source’ll re-up (sorcery) at this time
i got connected with the mexicans, you was in english class tryin’ to write a verse that’s fly
i was writing a esse (essay), now my portfolio diversified
f-ck being intimidated, you know what you in the midst of facin’?
triggers blazin’, i’ll have you in situations where doctors operatin with scissors raisin’
in this instance, it’s like you in the kitchen with chicken bakin’
and it’s seasoned, for some reason they all feel you didn’t make it
the fifth is bangin’, don’t talk about don’t talk about heaters clappin’
only time i seen a nun(n) with a gun, was ben affleck in the town…and he was actin’
you see what’s happenin’?
you getting on this card was done in faith
i nearly died from being real sick (sikh), so they gave me a nun(n) as prey (pray)
it’s too late for you to run away
and he on the ground with this sh-t
this wack mc got another two rounds of this sh-t
yikes!
[round 2: nunn nunn]
first off, i’m proud to be a guest in this culture, i’m glad i’m able to get my respect
and i’m not tryin’ to k!ll a black man in the south, dan’, we up here gettin’ a check
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do!)
you said some bullsh-t to charron and it was some uselessness
you wanna know the reason why i had to expose charron for why he should’ve been banned?
cause you didn’t do this sh-t!
i told you his freestyle was gonna be the best part of his round
and see, y’all thought that sh-t was odd
if he’s the black man that’s god, like morgan freeman, i think y’all should give it up
cause if he is a black man like god like morgan freeman, well y’all gon’ have to mop this sh-t up
and i don’t give a f-ck
yeah, and i freestyled a freestyle!
yikes!
i ain’t like the sound of that sh-t
he called me a “wack mc”? i should pull a pound on you b-tch
we have a shootout, i’ll duck down and hit the ground with the sh-t
and pop up like, “b-tch! i got a whole ‘nother round in this sh-t!”
now i’m the coolest white boy in houston to get it poppin’ for real
i’m talkin’ smoother than paul wall, how rockin’ (rock in) ya grill
when i’m not gonna chill
i ain’t fake wit’ it
and where i stay ain’t safe livin’
they celebratin’ murder every year, like it was thanksgiving
he ain’t gettin’ it
not for nothin’, bar god when the gods talk you are not amongst it
you couldn’t become lighter lux so you became a whiter lux? that sh-t disgustin’
i feel like kevin with the family, let’s have a heart (hart) to heart (hart) discussion
all this rappitty rap you lackin’ common sense and
you ain’t even conscious of it
so when y’all ask, “why they give nunn to a myers? it’s just…we don’t see none (nunn) to admire.”
b-tch, i hate you worse than ike p
(that’s a lot of hate)
real sh-t, i hope you get wack bar of the week for every bar that you said
after this, i wouldn’t even like p, that sh-t ain’t worth the bread
you remember mike p?
on his bullsh-t, psst, he ain’t heard what i said
you can never be the goat, we seen your ‘thriller’ with mike and watched you turn up dead
but y’all prefer the lies (fertilize) like that sh-t can grown
it’s manure, trash, basuda
all this wack sh-t in l.a., sound like rumors
shoutout j prince, this for the trappers/shooters
with the yay’ (ye) and the drac’ (drake) in houston like free larry hover
i doubt you, got anything mapped out
you ain’t a legend
same sh-t i told quest
any questions?
you got sick (sikh) and tried to make a wish, how depressin’
you thought surf would help you stumble into money but you will never get it
you battled them other white boys, we can’t award (a. ward) you winnin’
your little battle rap sk!ll
they extort you with it
your battle rap career, awful, isn’t it?
like a new york apartment, sh-t ain’t worth the cost of livin’
now when you steppin’, it ain’t magical, he’s status quo
these legends don’t want to battle you, you ain’t valuable
figure that’ll be (data) be outta range it’s understandable
so why fire (wi-fi) on you if you ain’t even compatible
now when they laughed at you
i felt designated to clean it up, go to bat for you
i thought you happened to win, but i judged it the worst, that sound like calicoe
now i don’t know, how you “deserve” danny myers, i disregard it
smack, be honest, i could’ve got these same three for cheap at gates of the gates
he just talkin’
(i guarantee you he battlin’ there tomorrow)
i’m better than every veteran i’m lined with?
why b-tch? it’s my sh-t
and they be seasoned (seizing) for nothin’ like when the feds can’t sh-t
now watch this
the bar god will meet god, not an obstacle
know what my houston method is (methodist) ? put this b-tch in a hospital
i ain’t gotta use, personals, like a low life, that ain’t my way, with all this drive in houston, i tend (i-10) to take the high way (highway)
this my day!
don’t see the nunn type in nome that’s what i oughta correct
cause i seen “none” when i typed in “nome”and my autocorrect
y’all can check
respect, the south relate to this, watch who you playin’ with
i take offense, you can’t save your b-tch
i grab your mil’ (meal) out the boot and start cookin’ ya boo, dan (boudin) on some cajun sh-t
now who you think a b-tch?
let’s take it further
if we scr-p for money, i’ll steal yo’ sh-t, like a cadillac converter
i got away with murder
who got the juice now?
you ain’t feelin’ it?
but you are like o.j. simpson cause with them freestyles you limited
you don’t get your bars from k!llin’ sh-t
you get your bars from stealin’ sh-t
now go ahead and steal some sh-t
it’s nunn man
[round 2: danny myers]
i don’t know, hehe, that sh-t was alright
but this b-tch n-gga gotta go
n-gga talkin’ ’bout cajuns, spicy food, so i kicked in his do’, shot his mama and his papa tho’ (pappadeaux)
but you did a- the n-gga just did a “wi-fi computer scheme”
you thought that was gonna impress me? please
i know n-ggas in hot spots on tethers, sellin’ raw that’ll (data) put the fiends in the clouds when they pressin’ keys (ki’s)
i am the goat!
aye, i don’t want to call you a culture vulture, i don’t thank that’s cool
predictable nunn think he’s calculated and he ain’t that smooth
waited ‘til i lost to real sikh, straight facts too
but don’t vultures wait for something to die before they make that move?
don’t get it twisted, you been puttin’ in work, yeah bro
but you’re only here cause i said “yes” and surf said “no”
the term “top tier”, should be changed to “the f-ckin’ runners”
that’s why when i got in position i gave shots to the up and comers
b-tch you know what i did for this culture? i battled all the ogs and set the mold for what the young mc’s become
and what the f-ck has he done? none (nunn) of thee above
i gave y’all sinister similes, wizardry, a summary of guns
and the what the f-ck has he done? none (nunn) of thee above
i battled on the biggest league to the smallest companies with love
and what the f-ck has he done? none (nunn) of thee above
i battled on roof tops, basketball courts, underneath the slums
and what the f-ck has he done? none (nunn) of thee above!
f-ck that, chin shot, his spirit floating, now he’s “nunn (none) of thee above”
how you don’t believe in god?
i spit with the passion to build religions with?
i sacrificed all that i had and that’s when you benefit
a lifetime of madness concealed in my penmanship
the only false prophet (profit) is the fact i give y’all the maximum and get the minimum
you wanna box then do something? i’ll punch you dead in yo’ f-ckin’ gums and knock a tooth from it
if i’m the one that jabbed you the zab judah kosta tsu punches
he ain’t know base led (lead) into gold? i got the style for this
how the white boy gon’ give me the beats? i’m the alchemist
i’m instrumental…to you getting bigger stacks
i’ll come to wilson, sig’ with the switched attached
i’ll shoot you, then point it at ya family in the midst of that
in other words, i’ll black on nun(n), let it sing, then watch how your sister act
i got the gift of rap, y’all know how i came up with that “time machine” bar?
only the treacherous’ll get me
i watched a rollin’ crip load up a 1911 in the 60’s
miss me…with the f-ck sh-t, i’m with the action, raw passion
pull up, catch him on his block, we all clappin’
he on the ground, body shakin’ as cars passin’
paramedics already knew he had bars, they said, “what he doin’?”
”spazzin’!”
ask him, i ain’t flip “lance: a lot (lancelot), but a chance a glock comin’ to the stage
‘cause i learned from them fairy tales, when you’re the king, none (nunn) could pull a blade
it was nights i was ‘round tables (knights of the round table), full of scales, we took a chance with crack
women who could’ve pushed the envelope was giving up their stamps for that
y’all be going postal, sh-t my friends not focused with
from the sandbox we watched n-ggas sell rocks broke and sh-t
i got a job at ups, my bro said he can get two mil on his man block throwin’ bricks
ironic, now he gets three meal (mil’) a day through a mail slot opening
of course it’s h-ll
the same n-ggas he let borrow his jordan 11’s chose to wear mics (mikes) on ’em and report to 12
your corpse will smell
i control the force with my mind’s dojo
he won’t know if it’s dragon ball or star wars…i can go han(d) (gohan) solo
i stab him with a low blow, and get to cuttin’ ‘til he drip out
this b-tch cut every man off like her husband finna get out
another stab, then another stab, look at the insanity i’m doin’
then i cut ‘til i see the white meat (meet) like your family reunion
danny keep improvin’
you on the ground with this sh-t
this wack mc got a whole ‘nother round of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 3: nunn nunn]
y’all just let this weird ass dude mix dragonball z with star wars
that sh-t was ass as f-ck!
b-tch, you mixing star wars and dragonball z? well you ’bout to take a sky walk when i put yo’ ass in the trunk
f-ck is up?!
put that in ya f-ckin’ recap!
y’all reactin’ to every p-ssy ass, f-ck ass, sister act bar that anybody ever said
that sh-t ain’t never been good to me
you know what i think every time i hear a sister act bar?
(what?)
whoopi
i said, aye danny!
hahahaha
it’s another third round at nome
let’s let a pen decide this
last third round at nome, when you put your pen aside is
when you got sick (sikh) in the body for nothin’ like appendicitis
we seen sikh was rhymin’, you took a dive
then we got less than two thirds, i couldn’t even simplify it
he had no guidance smack
at chris brown house, he wasn’t invited
on caffeine, you know how hard i find it?
if you knew drake was watchin’
that you, honestly, never minded
changed your style and i never hate it
he even tried to be (b.) dot, the god just never elevated
obviously
this god narrative, i do not believe
when troy put you to war like achilles, all these myths ’bout god was really odd to see (odyssey)
i do not believe
you out here quittin’?
like 8 mile?
you not embarrassed
you takin’ half off your battles? you think you clarence?
that goat sh-t you used to cherish?
that tune’ll (tuna) never be the same like big terrance
let’s talk about it
a terrorist, i’ll punch this b-tch
dare e.f.b. to move an inch
i’ll get tru foe and gotti on some stupid sh-t
ms. hustle like me more than you so she ain’t gotta nothin’ to do with this
ave done let fonz steal his whole sound to the point he can’t use the sh-t
uselessness
far as nitty? he took a shot at me, in y’all rematch, i know he seen a threat
you said “the king of rematches” smack?
but i’ve been waitin’ since banned and i ain’t seen it yet
now y’all believe in that? well this bugged out life ain’t animated when slugs talk
i’ll have him passenger side with suge for the thug talk
laid out, good (goodz) & easy (eazy) that’s the drug talk
the kyd slade on life support, that’s the plug talk
you better duck the f-ck off, changin’ spots, you ain’t safe for blocks
i’ll put a shotty to his body, when this gauge is c-cked
i’ll have him close to the 12, and make his neighborhood watch
facts
they said i don’t belong here
d-mn ?
i done f-cked up every name y’all ever gave me, at this point, i am smack
(danny the myers!)
i proved wrong everybody that doubted him
soon as i land (island) in houston like galveston
got the big baby close, look like i’m coddlin’
get a shot and danny no longer cognitive
that mean you ain’t gettin’ none (nunn) back like you was audited
legend who? tell the truth, i don’t know ’bout him
you went from a sideline story to havin’ an off season, that sound like cole albums
what’s a god to a non-believer?
we ain’t into fictions
this gon’ put an end to god like hinduism
bro i’m a serial k!ller in prison, and every sentence death
you are not a m-th-f-ckin’ god, this old rapper just got the lord, finesse
now i guess, i’m a cast away from wilson, you see that blood on my palm?
i am not the one
i gotta spell it out for you?
you will be non existent if you start with none (nunn)
and you on the ground with this sh-t
man, thank the lord he ain’t got another round of this sh-t

[round 3: danny myers]
yo, we both in hunger gamez, right?
now we need to be in another circle
cause the one thing i did learn from whoopi was to beat a white b-tch to the color purple
now there are those that do this
and there are those that are born to do this
bar god!
i get on this stage and do miracles
i threw the hardest punch, and nunn (none) caught it, i’m too lyrical
i’m through hearin’ you, claim you’re the man to stop me
alien pen, and they got “nunn” in the middle of the “anunnaki”
can you copy? they played you in that tournament, you got a nice flow
then i heard you tell your friends that “the black rob”, and i was like ‘whoa’
if them men would’ve played me for a hundred k, i would’ve been like, “what’s happening?”
but instead, them n-ggas robbed nunn (none), they was just practicing
sh-t’s tragic when, you got a temporary crown
you went from being in a bracket now you cemetery bound
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do!)
if them n-ggas robbed me like what happened with sheed, it’d be obituaries found
but sheed happens to be the reason this calico gone give him every round!
you know what type of guilt i carry ’round?
it’s like my mind just storing-
memories of nights hustlin’ in the times i flourished
my whole family went to prison
so is it a generational curse if (cursive) i signed up for it?
your words don’t connect with me, the respect differs
i collect figures
and ran the best dog through the tunnel like west minster
i’m from the west mister
where gangs rule and a gun’ll clap
you tell em you don’t bang blood or crip, they ain’t tryna hear none (nunn) of that
when i run it back, it reminds me of working the curb
’cause i been servin’ him all crack from the 1st to the 3rd
the .4 explode
he on the ground suffering, then a couple taps out of sympathy, it’s re-morse code
poor soul, knife on me, you soft partna
y’all finna see me put this white b-tch on the blade like sauce walka
y’all thought the, mission was to k!ll me and he can get it done?
a bench warmer versus a man that can rap with kendrick nunn?
last nome, i let y’all down
y’all didn’t look proud
shoulda been champion of the year, all the other battles i shook crowds
american history x’d me out, forgot about my good rounds
this the part where i make this white boy bite the curb and put my foot down
look how, fate just played into the sh-t i said
or should i say, final destination where the victims lead
we can see your name is preordained when it’s gettin’ read
the sig’ blew, i put bullets in you (nu) an’ (n) you (u) end up dead
if in his head i misspelled his name the kid wildin’
i been violent, silencer on the gun, so the ends (n’s) silent
where my plates at?
huh?
who gone retire me?
lux last performances don’t inspire me
daylyt (daylight) a by product of the sun, he ain’t as high as me
surf keep duckin’, they name a price, he make a higher fee
we know the writers need more time to conspire, we-
know the riot he gone bring to battle for notoriety
smack only f-ckin’ with nunn for more variety
you only punch outta fear
smack, i request a trade, can we please get a ward, and get nunn nunn the f-ck outta here
summer madness coming, they know how hard i worked for this
what’s my last line? oh yeah, surf’s a b-tch!
bar god!
and he on the ground with this sh-t
thank the lord he ain’t got another round of this sh-t
yikes!

- urltv

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