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b magic vs. danny myers - shots fired battle league lyrics

[round 1: danny myers]
y’all heard his new slogan, right?
he thought it was good for this guy to try
soon as he said “master p”, i was like, “ugggh. nah nah nah nah.”
what happened to ya old slogan?
you heard what this m*th*f*cka said?
he must’ve slipped, fell
(and bumped his m*th*f*ckin’ head!)
f*ck that, i’m ’bout to spark these .9’s, then the tec can spit
he just said wayne’s world? cool, cause it’s party time, excellent!
aye, on some real sh*t though
everybody was saying he fell off…right?
but n0body sent no prayers to him
we got mr. “i’ll put a couple in ya top like a wedding cake” versus a man who crafts rounds that have layers to ’em
laser shoot ‘em, i’m in ya crib with the ak
posted, it’s gonna be h*ll to pay
you walk through ya do’, it’s just me and one .47 (147) like a welterweight
i swell his face, fold him like i’m tryna put away something
told y’all it was layers
i said “cake”, “laser”, “welterweight” that’s sugar ray punches
dumpin’, you with the stupid sh*t? and you shoot the clip?
you saw in living color, even handi man was a super crip
stupid sh*t, i’m in ya house and i’m comin’ for souls
as soon as magic sit he (magic city) he be in front of a pole
you were the punch king, and writers bloque held it down for you
but you got drunk with fame, now rum hold the crown royal
none of these clowns loyal, their habits are staggering
n*ggas be stealing my style, their tactics are flatterin’
i got shotguns, revolvers, automatics to splatter him
i collected these guns like cards, now i gotta show magic the gathering
i’m asking him, to act cool as usual, at dude refusal, i clap through his pupil
the laser attached to the black tool, strong enough for tattoo removal
the move’ll confuse you when i buck caps
the stick fly, his head flew like a puck smacked at the clutch act at a vancouver cannucks match
but f*ck that,!
even after he die the drama gon’ stay
my brain infused with the shade room, i even put n*ggas in boxes on rays
the drama gon’ stay
look n*gga, i shoot the fifth
hold this muhf*ckas, muhf*cka a stupid crip
n*gga i’ll show you, you can’t craft with myers
{chokes}

{danny is such a warrior he shared with g*nius the bars he didn’t spit in this round!}

them glocks in yo’ stash? keep ‘em there, don’t trip with myers
i’ll make a whole movie out of the toy like richard pryor
i’m a different writer, y’all know whose stats is higher
i’m too cold, but what’s in my hand…rapid fire
ya jaw get cracked and wired, with the semi, then the taurus’ll burst
i’ll give em everything in the clip like a spoiler alert
ya boy in the dirt, and he on the ground with this sh*t
this wack mc got another two rounds of this sh*t
yikes!

[round 2: danny myers]
magic and re keepin’ it real
everyday i be with the steel
dome shot, ya brain leakin’ it spill
i’ll do it sl!ck as a fox, onstage in a mask
it’ll be (b) magic’s biggest secret revealed
i be aiming for tops (four tops), let ya corpse rot on a morgue block
me and my spinners, in a bronco like o jay’s but on your block
we all got, the same stories, single mom, lost pop
hustlin’ on the sly, and the family stone was a hard rock
that was a bold move
i know you rep the blue magic, but there’s whispers i’m from the old school
i’m lyrically tryna show you, we know how the angles get these days
jumping out the durango whip, to mangle sh*t, we ain’t gon’ miss
coming through ya window looking like a rainbow 6 seige stage
when the heat raise, when it’s war locked (warlock) i keep a wicked b*tch on my side
she tell me which (witch) way to point with the stick then i fly
n*gga i’m god!
understand it’s ’bout to get real tragic
big chopper, they’ll show you which (witch) doctor can heal magic
bar god!
the day you moved out here, i bought a scope with a mag stored
when they brought jerry, west i knew i could spot him from half court
this what you asked for
now the ambulance control the ride
like when netflix get notified
paramedics rushing through the door ‘cause the show arrived
for yo’ demise, i’m in ya town and ya section
i told ’em i was the man for the job, now let me put you down as a reference
you a legend, but that’s nothing cause i’ll line these stars
i’ll transform into a monster, you gone see the suffering behind these bars
you was never a hustler, i supplied the curb with fire herb
elon musk, i stopped f*cking with the gas and drove myself into buying birds
cries was heard
my uncles repped the blue, but ran down on the opposite
they came home and reflected on death like oculus
i promise this, n*gga on the ground with this sh*t
n*gga got a whole ‘nother round of this sh*t
yikes!
[round 3: danny myers]
did this n*gga hit me with a threat with a slap?
b*tch, f*ck you, and i don’t have to say it different cause i meant it like that
you, verb, ill, y’all was all stars
it wasn’t no country grammar nelly sh*t, it was all bars
the love, hunger and will, you could hear it in him
y’all represented a region that wasn’t known for lyricism
fans loved you, every bar, every move you was doin’
when clips looked unbeatable, you were the first to prove he was human
and that was when his armor had no real ch*nks
you used to barbeque these n*ggas, y’all remember how he grilled links (lynx)?
you beat conceited, dna, plus more
when we saw you press a dent (president) in roc(k) face, you was on everybody rushmore
you see what this amountin’ (a mountain) to?
when you invent sh*t, people scrutinize it
n*ggas bit yo’ style and act like they revolutionized it
you was the hardest with the quotes, stood in front of every artist with the smoke
they saw you invent back to back punching then be acting heartless when you choke
but his heart is in his flow, that’s why the bankroll come
n*ggas got in front of you and conceded (conceited) but front like they ain’t yo sons (s.o.n.s.)
you was one, you didn’t have dark tendencies
you never treated rappers from the lou’ like arch enemies
are y’all kidding me?
y’all act like y’all getting bored
there’s a difference between bars you gotta listen to, and bars you gotta listen for
you got a vintage aura, i came in this fight with passion
and i sat down like, “i gotta treat this man like a savage.”
but when i was comin’ up with this third, i tried to write a passage
i realized that battling you was a rite of passage
your fans give you the same reactions that a church make
you gave us classics but they only focus on the bad ones in the worst way
multi syllable rhyme patterns, you a wizard with the wordplay
when people stopped believing in magic, i found out it was the fans who wasn’t real in the first place
your works great, i’m proud in this b*tch
keep spitting them bars that puts n*ggas on the ground with this sh*t

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