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danny myers vs. rolla - the smoke section battle league lyrics

[round 1: danny myers]
before i begin to speak
i looked at the name of this place, and realized they brought l.a. to virginia beach
i’m k!llin’ this n*gga!
and just like this club, if i don’t win clear it’s still a “gentlemens” n*gga!
they had the nerve to search me at the door
who them folks f*ckin’ with?
we can’t light up in here? then i’ma smoke somethin’ b*tch!
bar god!
this n*gga only knows me as a rapper, but tonight, i’m in full drama mode
soon as that four point…oh, (4.0) now you know i’m ‘bout my honor, roll’
i’ve been on a roll, they mad you part of my streak n*gga
i told em before you get to a ave you gotta start with a street n*gga
piece gripper, watch the dezzy ring
soon as we find out where they stashing rolla (roll of) quarters my n*ggas is washing everything
i don’t fold, but tonight you gets no respect
we pulling up names, numbers, and addresses if i’m the n*gga that rolla decks (rolodex)
bro a vet, he’s well respected in this battle sh*t
but you’ve always had one foot in the street, this is something you dabble with
one time i caught em in traffic with the automatic gripped while he was collecting packages
basically i saw what roll flip in (flippin’) the car on accident
you’re on a collision course, ain’t n0body stopping this
my father tried to shield me from reality like a oculus
i’m a product of my populous, i witnessed violence my whole life
i seen a n*gga stabbed at 7*11, now who y’all seen roll’ dice?
being vague is (vegas) one of my strong points and head shots
my past is littered with dead ops
first time in yo’ city, i ain’t scared of these n*ggas, i dread cops
my bro bet me i couldn’t f*ck roll’ ex, (rolex) i said “watch!”
it’s time n*gga, i sell drugs, talk about it, then label it “rappin’”
i had a white b*tch puttin the fluff on the stove like fatal attraction
bar god
i was capable trappin’
but the feds was tryna wire up three rooms like the cable was slackin’
you was supposed to make it what happened? you under ave and bigg k?
i can’t control saying names
once you get to this stage you supposed to level up but roll’ (role) playing games
you supposed to travel and battle more, don’t let these streets just hold you
n*gga you just “local” like queen latifah told q
even though ya name hold juice, you ain’t close to d myers
like a fiend buying bad dope, n*gga you supposed to be higher
i be smokin’ these writers, no matter what state i’m in
but the pain is like therapy, the pain that’s placed within
you ever found out ya n*gga got k!lled and ya face was grim
but you never delete his number ‘cause you feel that erases him?
face it slim, who ill as this? i was thrown in this battle rap wilderness
forced into k!llin’ sh*t with my bare hands on my pilgrimage
my sk!ll exists
primarily because i will it sl!ck
i told y’all, go get yo’ n*ggas, i got something that’ll knock down a whole wall
i never ran, i’m present for anybody that roll’ call
and death comes in many forms
you ever seen a n*gga get shot? the body stand, but his soul fall?
i’m so raw, i’ve been in a cold brawl
what’s nasty on my side come with the main mil (meal) like cole slaw
i respect ya gangsta, k!llers acknowledge k!llers with a certain nod
it’s only after n*ggas take losses they search for god
they said battling this much would hurt my odds, of winning coty, nah
i was just worried about my co d’s
pole squeeze, you nothing rolla, all for bluffin’
but when i flip nothing rolla it’s all or nothin’!
don’t call this punchin’!
you on the ground with this sh*t
thank the lord he ain’t got another round of this sh*t
yikes!

- the smoke section battle league lyrics

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