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go raw! - danny myers lyrics

[intro: danny talking]
i don’t even have this sh*t memorized my n*gga. i’ma just spit it off the phone
like i was telling you, i got rounds for every n*gga in battle rap, know what i’m sayin’? um, lux, hollow, surf, brizz, tay roc, goodz, anybody you can name, i got a round already in the chamber for ’em. and even if i don’t got a whole round, i got notes or at least a starting point that i can later go back to and flesh it all out. you know what i’m sayin’? and put the information together. like, you already seen my throwaways for ave, uh, qleen paper, uh, math hoffa, you seen that. like, i’m goin’ crazy on these n*ggas, like, in throwaway bars. you know, that sh*t…i’m just tellin’ n*ggas like…i’m ready, you know. you never know when you’re gonna get that call. they might hit me up like, “yo, danny. we want you to battle so*and*so.” i’m like, “h*ll yeah. sh*t i already got bars for the n*gga, i got a head start.” so it’s like, why not do it? so i was tryin’ to tell brizz like, “n*gga, when you do get in that ring with me, i’m going to* i’m gonna serve you bro. like, i’m gonna serve you my n*gga.”

[round 1]
i said
you wanna know what rhymes with, “your b*tch let me f*ck her on her period?”
i’m serious
you don’t think danny down with that torture sh*t? do not doubt him
b*tch, i’ll cut both ya mama’s titties off and make sock out ’em
i’ll rip out ya small intestines with a fishhook and watch a pool spread
then hit this fool head with everything in the toolshed
we noticed all them legends you was gettin’ and it was soon said
you started to eat off them plates you was spoon fed
i’ll leave ya room red, brizz i only f*ck with mobsters
b*tch, i bust my chopper cause i trust my chakras
do you believe in a parallel universe? i do
i learned about vintage this way
you spent your nights workin’ on cadence
my nights was dental decay
you look like a snitch my n*gga, doin’ steady work with the law
when he spit that torture sh*t he said he said he hurt me with saws
you went from being a psycho to tellin’ jokes, now i don’t know who’s more of a stand up n*gga between eddie murphy and raw
bar god!
wait, eddie murphy starred in raw, you see my bar game is serious
brizz thinkin’ he nice is comedy, n*gga delirious
wait, delirious relates to eddie murphy, peep how i do my thang
if you miss it the first time it came back like a boomerang
f*ck actin’ nice, this beef is ever goin’, my n*gga will crack your data, then start rushin’ (russian) like edward snowden
so you put rounds on n*ggas heads like a sombrero?
you didn’t think i was strapped with my thieves?
okay, so d’ll (quesadilla) leave this n*gga flat for the cheese
let’s speak some facts on him please
you rep carolina, but let the city hang
you ain’t do sh*t for stratagize, r streetz or my n*gga chitty bang
you left riggz stuck on bullpen b*tch
but it’s a new day, you’ve been watchin’ smack since the dvd’s but didn’t do sh*t for your homie blu ray
smack said, “whatever they pay you, i’ll give you two times that
i’ll provide you with summer madness and n.o.m.e. and any place you wanna rhyme at
all i need is your soul and allow me to keep your mind trapped.”
you and t*top thought about it and said, “okay, where do i sign at?”
see you can hate, but this is the west coast being rejuvenated
sometimes the illuminati needs to be illuminated
seek advice, or get your soul lifted
you better keep it nice or the whole city will see you in the sky
it’s like the phoenix lights
as far as your scalp, i’ma skin his
i’m bald n*gga, i should’ve been wigged
why the f*ck they match raw with a n*gga that got 10 kids?
you don’t rap like that?
that’s why i have to extort ya
this is torture rap versus the whole package but i package the torture
i come at you with a package of torches
and n*ggas with black gats and backpacks on the back of some horses
they’ll hop out, rip you open and eat half of the portions
i’ll take a selfie with your carcass and laugh at the portait
i am mad at the voices
bar god versus a cave man
they said, “you can’t really flip ‘brizz’.”
i said, “you right…but a gauge can.”
why you a part of this culture? i know you done made bands
but you not really important to this scene like a stage hand
i don’t care if you with yo’ preacher, i’ll empty the clip and then i’ll change hands
i’ll make this b*tch body shake in the church like a praise dance
i don’t flash the gun, i’m a silent k!ller within the scene
after i shoot raw then them (denim) n*ggas will know it was in my genes (jeans)
what’s happenin’ b*tch? i’ll put this f*ggot in check
i’ll slap you until my palms got no calluses left
then i keep slappin’ you, and switch hands until your head is sore
then i’ll backslap you until i look at my nails and see a manicure
that’s not a metaphor
these gon’ land on yo’ jaw if he can take these slaps ’til my fingers bleed, that’s when i’ll hand it to raw
url, y’all ain’t seen this type of damage before
he’ll wake up with his ankle chained, then i’ll hand him a saw
not the cutting blade, but an actual copy of the movie
give him an evil glare
close and lock the door and f*ckin’ leave him there
be prepared
his ego is how his fans have him
now he’s faced with a phantom that’s a fan of the phantasm
n*gga, dan’s spazzin’
he’ll wake up to a man jabbin’
surrounded by 30 crip n*ggas with they pants saggin’
and a couple ms13’s ready to let the sparks fly
they beatin’ him to the white meat cause they tired of seein’ the darkside
hawks slide, right up in ya chest for thinkin’ you hard guy
then i’ll squish your heart in my hand, i ain’t think you had a soft side
raw died
what do we got here?
danny myers versus a top tier
and that’s even questionable cause n*ggas often wonder if you in top’s tier
the glock near, you just another person i can slay
that malcolm x picture taught me a n*gga’s curtains with the k
you be in n*gga’s grills, but give me room or go to your d*mn grave
cause ain’t no b*tches allowed in my sp*ce, it’s like a man cave
speakin’ of cave, i’ll gun all you n*ggas
you and your mans will fall
y’all gon’ see marks after i draw on a cave like a neanderthal
you 3*0’d young x, and showed the world how you command a stage
you were good with the x three times in a row like xander cage
you got yo’ name off that
that was a battle you could trend under
that n*gga from the v, he cool, (vehicle), now you think you doin’ vin numbers?
these’ll (diesel) break yo’ jaw, you’ll be outta work, i done left men slumbered
i’m tryin’ to block this n*gga in a market like i’m tryin’ to type in my pin number
i’ll have a b*tch hang you off a cliff, k!lling’s a sport
the way she’ll throw that p*ssy, i’ll be thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ a divorce
i coached you through your tay roc battle
i said, “f*ck this pressure. n*gga get in his face.”
i stood right there beside you, so you joining him was like a spit in the face
you rock with darkside and dot mobb, cave gang was your third choice
you disloyal, b*tch made, i hope y’all heard that in verb voice
but that’s politics, you see how it slid between us
you’se a local cat, now you see all these big arenas
but once you get the fame, the ones that’s supposed to have your back will put a cap in it b*tch, you see how they did selina?
but you in t*top’s shadow, you should be the most spiteful of n*ggas
cause the irony of t*top is supposed to shed light on a n*gga
i’m a visionary, that’s why i got the sight on you n*ggas
i never ghost no bars for you, but i’ll still rifle a n*gga
h*ll is divided into nine circles, so when lucifer invites us i tell him i’m used to being in ciphers
verbal fluency, i wanted to know how i’d do versus north carolina so i had to come to you and see (unc)
blaow!
gut shot, you’ll die in a fiendish moment
y’all gon’ see his liver pool (liverpool) cause the bullet had english on it
psychological torture is less than gory
it’s purpose is to break the human mind until you confess my glory
first you’ll get tied up to a chair, you gon’ watch me s*x ya shorty
far as your little nieces, tell god to bless them for me
cause i’ma hold them b*tches underwater ’til you name three movies that stars morgan freeman when he’s less than 40
hurry up, they strugglin’
the one on the left? kickin’ and guzzlin’
the one on the right? shiiit, the water already stopped bubblin’
you brought this on yourself, call yourself hustlin’
between maintainin’ integrity and slavin’ for smack, you out here jugglin’
y’all n*ggas forgot, who aye verb passed the torch to?
of course you, did, and this is what i resort to
i’ll corpse you, break every bone in ya body to contort you
put you in a perfect position to stick a sword through
it tore through, but didn’t cut deep until it was forced to
you more screwed cause i’m still holdin’ a sword walkin’ towards you
i’ll gore you, cut you into several pieces until i can floor you
then put you on the same conveyor belt with nitty so i can sort you
distort you, as i spread you around your soul aborts you
then torch you, until your flesh turns to ash and i can snort you
your name “raw”, right? well alright
this is what y’all like
every time y’all say he can brawl nice it gets my jaw tight
i should be locked up, all night, in the animal sector
i came to eat raw, then battle hannibal lecter
put this man on a stretcher

- danny myers lyrics

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