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letra de ill will vs. danny myers - urltv

[round 1: danny myers]
they couldn’t have picked two better n-ggas
our sk!lls tower
n-ggas be scared to bark on you cause they real cowards
i mean you do it all, bars, performance, jokes, you make n-ggas feel sour
the only thing that can counter will power, is will po- a shotgun
no chance of me possibly getting k!lled
switch blade, i’ll cut an apostrophe into ill
you sk!lled, but in front of me you gone die still
i said i’ll which is code for me shootin’ in the eye will
this guy k!lled…two people in one day, i’m simply unfazed
i’ll let 10 surf out this .50, that’s a better 60 on stagе
listen b-tch we don’t play, i came for thе massacre
gauge or the dagger to stab it inside of ya abdomen and bang at the passenger
i’m raisin this mac at ya, to knock ya brains in the back of ya
then secretly collect ya data like cambridge galatica
we both famous for rappin’ bruh, but ya life in jeopardy, don’t second guess
alec trebek died and n-ggas still wanna question death
accept ya destiny, obsessed with weaponry
i don’t know why it resonates
but sticking metal blades inside of flesh gives me ecstasy
it’s just something about pulling the insides out a p-ssy that hits direct to me
a vicious legacy, i’m from the crack era, the hood was desolate in the evening
before wwe i saw a fiend wrestling with his demons
this is a testament of achievement, no way the block should doubt me
i’m well qualified to handle ill, i’m dr. fauci
watch ya mouthpiece, or it’s free the guys mentioned
this many n-ggas ain’t been k!lled in a rap since gs9 did it
these n-ggas claim they hustlers, we just grind different
i’m swinging bricks through the city like miles morales when the ps5 glitchin’
f-ck the size difference, b-tch n-gga you wanna box with me?
you gone feel the pain going toe to toe like neuropathy
i got yo’ baby mama and yo’ side b-tch toppin’ me
both of ’em, kneeled in front of me, massage a knee (misogyny)
you a op’ to me, the street game mad fatal
i’m such a prodigy, my piece bang glass tables
the pistol gold plated, ya soul raise when mine sparkin’ ya
it’s beautiful, the thing would get praise from john carpenter
my mind darker bruh, l.a. sets every standard
pontiac in the shadow of detroit like a defender chasin’ barry sanders
we carry hammers, to murder mac and any n-gga claiming they heard of yak
it’s gone look like he was trampled by a stampede of a herd of yak
moving like a b-tch roofied his drink i think his cardiac
arrest the way his heart react when the .40 clap
you dissed me in ya 40 match, i can’t believe you said that
mental institution, you better be in yo’ bed strapped
i’m standing over you and yo’ b-tch c-ckin’ lead back
the murder premeditated but the k spittin’ off the head wrap
dead that, you on the ground with this sh-t
this dumb ass n-gga got another two rounds of this sh-t
yikes
[round 2: danny myers]
you wanna know why they’ll never give you that champion of the year belt with yo’ name on it?
yesterday, you was at the face off in a dinghy yellow tee shirt, with a barbecue stain on it
it’s a shame homie
we know you have no fashion sense, rap is yo’ blessin’
thanksgiving was two weeks ago and you passed on the dressing
i’ve accepted, n-ggas wear the same clothes when they trap in the hood
oh this ain’t about who dress the best?…good
bang foes, aim cold, headshot has his soul flyin’
this’ll open his skull…he never was closed (clothes) minded
let me address somethin’, i’m from gang land, even if you neutral you walked the path of a rider
we stayed in war, raising poles cause of the flags of our fathers
since a toddler, i seen murder rise at increased rates
i knew early on i was gettin’ money in each state
found a plug in michigan, got connected with cheap weight
ain’t it ironic, pontiac was discontinued after a g ate (g8)
n-gga we straight, only thing i’m tryna avoid is the law
people under the stairs, we hid the boy in the wall
i got the call, started jabbin’ the pen into the page
i got ill, and 28 days later i went into a rage
you don’t wanna see danny boil (boyle), not everybody in ya family loyal
blood thicker than water, but both can be oil
i spent years on the soil like cast away, understand this
if will son (wilson) me, he’ll face a round or get connected to a handprint
this don’t make no d-mn sense, i’ll cut a wound ’til you see the texture
then split him into another will for being extra
remember we was in cleveland, you lost yo’ shoes in the mall
tellin’ security some guys juxed ’em
no n-gga, when i saw you leave that bag in the shoe store, i took ’em
i tried ’em on, they didn’t fit me, then i thought of a jewel
b-tch yo’ life ain’t worth enough for me to walk in yo’ shoes
look how i talk to these fools , i’m a og, deal with it
saw the call, said, “it’s ill is it?
this sh-t finna get illicit.”
you been actin’ real wicked, intimidatin’, in the hood he always clappin’
but there’s a reason “bully starting static” rhymes with “fully automatic”
yeah this p-ssy ought to have it, a bullet’ll make his life change
grandpa passed me down a pistol he won at a dice game
yeah this m-th-f-cka old, but it still kick with nice range
i don’t give a f-ck that will he (wooly) mammoth, i’ll hit em with something ice age
it’s quite strange, you ain’t a fan of mine no mo’
now it’s beef to give the fam’ some fine promo
i’ll run up with a cross bow, i handle mine solo
you’ll see me smilin’ with a arrow like the amazon logo
my delivery equals boxes for n-ggas, i got goons that’ll raise steel
i’m talking michigan shooters that’ll k!ll a rapper if they’re paid will
i got n-ggas who ain’t never cut hair that’ll fade ill
with a revolver waitin’ for it to kick in like a pain pill
you give me that lame feel, “my jamaican shooter”, f-ck that n-gga, we shoot iron
that rasta sh-t didn’t last long like snoop lion
this dude’s dyin’
and he on the ground with this sh-t
this dumb ass n-gga got a whole ‘nother round of this sh-t
yikes!
[round 3: danny myers]
this how h-ll play
b-tch ass n-gga, we let sh-ll’s spray
i don’t give a f-ck about none of them r. kelly bars the minute i let the 12 play
you let 40 cal f-ck yo’ baby mama?
that n-gga had his d-ck on her?
she asked him what rap group he was in, then he dip’ped on her
all these rappers f-ckin’ yo’ queen, that b-tch sn-tched the community
yo’ child turns off yo’ battles to play diplomatic immunity
yes i have 10 kids, a lot of nookie, head that brought trauma to me
i vowed to never have another baby…then i felt ya mamas p-ssy
is you mad n-gga?
well i’m glad n-gga
you said, “f-ck that baby?”
you don’t claim her, all them lies that you told us
she put the baby on will (wheel), and you couldn’t buy her a stroller ?
i claim all mine, you said f-ck life rules
yo’ daughter gone grow up, stand in front of battle rappers, and suck like you
you dress bummy and act like she ain’t worthy of you
next time you battle dna, you gone be in a paternity suit
we hit real l!cks, we don’t scheme how y’all scheme
i keep a glock in the joggin’

{danny’s microphone falls out of his sweatshirt}

you dress bummy and act like she ain’t worthy of you
next time you battle dna, you gone be in a paternity suit
we hit real l!cks, we don’t scheme how y’all scheme
i keep a glock in the joggin’ pants next to the drawstring
do you believe in a parallel universe?
i do
onscreen, he raising a fake .40 at rawsteen
but off screen a real 40 raising his offspring
bar god!
f-ck ya squad, the larkin blow
has it ever occurred to you that “homi” starts with “ho”?
marvin the martian flow, i’m dumpin’ ‘til i nail it
he won’t realize it’s green on his head ‘til this brush against his helmet
i’m h-ll bent, you a brave heart? not when you bred soft
bullets goin’ through william wall is (wallace) choppin’ his head off
aleister crowley once said “do as thou wilt”
but i’m holding a darker colt (cult) that says “do or die will”
i sold heron, glass, i had it if you would try pills
had fiends runnin’ to them lines like suicide drills
ain’t sh-t you can do with my sk!ll
this a level that you can’t assess
to know who else is in this plane you’ll have to manifest
you know dan the best, n-ggas try to find loopholes
lake superior is proof michigan is surrounded by something too cold
oh you move o’s?
we in ya kitchen with a bunch of poles
here’s a dope line…once i take it, up the nose
our careers are juxtaposed, just suppose we was from the other coast
that goat conversation we both would be discussed the most
but f-ck it though, i would put the tool to his mind
but i’ll get a better crowd reaction with the uz’ in the eyes (oohs and the ahhhs)
when explainin’ battle rap to newcomers without choosin’ a side
a n-gga who gives it a hundred percent, i’m who you would describe
but you can’t bring a knife to a gun fight, it’s .9’s they spray
let’s take it up a notch, i’ll have the yak askin’, “why aks?” (yak)
i understand your cognitive dissonance
as far rhymin’ depicted i’m the sickest mind that’s in michigan
you tall (utah) so you gotta raise ya arms this high when you pistol grip
but you’ll vanish the next day the way mine’ll lift (monolith) in this b-tch
you’ve witnessed this, you didn’t k!ll the goat
you on the ground with this sh-t
thank the lord he don’t got another round of this sh-t
yikes!

- urltv

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