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ave vs. danny myers - urltv lyrics

[round 1: danny myers]
they got danny myers and ave
the heavyweights
i’ll let the desert spray
atl can i ask y’all a question?
will this n*gga panic in a room if i back out the .40 like yesterday?
real sh*t? i came here to f*ckin’ spaz
smack, i’ll choke this n*gga out and still get my other half
this finna be a massacre nate
not a battle we have to debate
b. dot just literally rapped to ya weight and the first thing you did was ask for a plate
but since you are the “drunk uncle” at the cookout, i’ll show you what an ar’ll do
fbi gone be on a mc search (serch) ‘live at the barbeque’
i ain’t come here to spar with you, i been hot
you ain’t got the same power my pen got
we locked in mortal kombat and a leg shot’ll make his shin knock (shinnok)
i spin blocks, if we fight, ya man’ll see heaven
he turn his back, i’m poppin’ (pop in) one disc at a time like final fantasy 7
brethren, you can try and punch, but i promise you ain’t write enough
as y’all can see, i came out buggin’…like cyberpunk
you a fighter huh?
you asked for this fade, now shoot me one
i’m just inspecting this p*ssy up close like boosie son
you’ve become so predictable inside a battle
there’s no personality with them punches like ivan drago
of course y’all measure…us similar, but a close call never
sh*t, just looking at a phone call tells us, even at full strength you only capable of four bar set ups
you pro long better, so anxious for a plate, you forget the fact*
when i spaz, it get dark man (darkman) from the mil’ i pack
in other words
you’ll see another n*gga face peel behind the sh*t i (w)rap
did i add?
i’m the pioneer of the west coast division, the most consistent
flow efficient, one choke in a 52 week span of smokin’ n*ggas
the goat consensus
from the versetracker to fan vote decisions
so even though this isn’t…a race to quote the difference
from those statistics, alone the distance is like the north to south pole positions
bro just listen
you said “two wrongs don’t make a right…”
(it make it even though)
we can go
i’ll k!ll myself to k!ll you, it’s gone be glorified
it’s only when both parties in a casket in a suit, that war (wore) a tie
and your reply?
the same angles, my life struggles, and how i weathered the storm
yeah i got 10 kids? you can’t tell by how my triggers perform?
n*gga i was raisin’ my fifth before half you n*ggas was born
{chokes}

you was warned, of course we both squad with the gun play
smack knew you was dead, that’s why he sent you to talk to god on a sunday
omnipotent, ave how you gone put an end to this?
i done gave every n*gga in my gen assist (genesis)
i’m who they should’ve first booked, in the kitchen
i sold crack to dead beat dads and great grandfathers, it’s been addiction (benediction)
in the trenches, i can get 10 years for servin’ the block
or spend my first two year term in a box
then i get a letter from a fan who was determined to jot
“i just figured out your third vs roc”
i just gave you the parallel universe
with the view reversed, through movin’ work
dude was cursed, it was never the money that attracted me
i was the first to put “h” on the ave, this who i have to be
masterfully, i’ve shown men shipped*
statuses on the phone and sh*t throwin bricks
holding chips, tryna figure out what kind of rubber band my knot need, the monotony
how ave gone stop me?
i done made blocks bleed, you not me
n*gga you ain’t banged an uzi
i touched a whole brick, when i got to zone 6 my block look like a navy movie
chains and rubies, dapper dan coats to brang the groupies
with no screws, i’m talkin’ old school crazy gucci
raise and shoot him, the book of guinness, they gone put us in it
the shot push his face to the back of his head, it’s gone look malignant
i push the limits, out the gate i was taught to hold my fo’ straight
you’ll willingly give me your money, i’m ‘bout my dough nate (donate)
don’t thank you could’ve said that line a better way
the desert spray, disintegrate his brain particles until it resin, nate (resonate)
my resume, proves i’ve been great on a day to day
i was born to k!ll, it’s innate i put eight in nate
they hate i’m great, after all the demonstrations
and innovations
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do!)
it’s limitations
i asked smack for bigger bags, they sat at the round table and said “let’s give ‘em nathan”
i hit his roof and give him renovation
and he on the ground with this sh*t
this wack mc got another 2 rounds of this sh*t, yikes
[round 1: ave]
i said, it’s ’bout time someone finally put me face to face with this b*tch
you know, this was only supposed to happen once that shoe payment hit
but i want my sh*ts this week
cause if i gotta show up with two of my n*ggas, it won’t be just us that’s gon’ be six feet deep
you copy d?
that might fly with some n*ggas, but not with me
see ass bettin’ can get you shot where i’m from, don’t y’all agree?
he must be dumb as a b*tch
well until you done with my list, expect pressure devin hester, start runnin’ them kicks
we don’t let sh*t fly
i don’t know about you and your kind
but when it comes to n*ggas owin’, bro i’m brutal with mine
and if i say it i can prove it, it’s fine
the only way it’s okay to take ave light is in a funeral line
so why tryin’?
cause i ain’t had no wreck in a minute
but now i’m back, slidin’ on god, don’t expect no repenting
you want an issue? come and get it son
see dan wanna be a stepper until he end up like the lieutenant one
but is this n*gga dumb? i’m with all wreck [?]
you make the call, we can brawl or even draw tec’s too
not the squad, just you
only cause i’m sick of hearin’ ’bout all the scr*p he do (scr*ppy doo)
i will dog nephew
like fool, what make you think i ain’t down to handle the fist play?
cause when you see me you see fat? [?]
n*gga, with these things i’m a stepper
so when i give him a “night” atlanta, y’all n*ggas better blame omeretta
i’m wit’ whatever
better tell him that [?]
boy you talkin’ to a n*gga that walk it and got hot
if we start then we gotta box
cause trust, the only time that ave froze (afros) to a fade was a chart in a barbershop
i am not one of them n*ggas that fear you apparently
like bro there is no way a n*gga with freckles is scarin’ me
cause if we bein’ super clear my rumble is too severe
get them glass jaws broke, i’m clumsy with souvenirs
ayo look here, whoever told this p*ssy i’m flexin’ never want smoke with me i’m guessin’
got him feelin’ like he wanna come testin’
til he cross nate dogg with that .50 now he tryin’ to give me ’21 questions’?
nah bredren
he thought all that yellin’ portray mean
but i brought my young steppers for god, it’s a praise team
see i do the best recruitin’
i got some n*ggas from yo’ side to send bucks, i call it my “western union”
what we doin’?
you wanna act extra? that gon’ get ruined
that’s when i doubt if you see l.a. if sh*t get to brewin’
cause the rule is not to jump, but i’ll still pop the trunk
or pay a young thug from atlanta to drop the punk
see that’s not the problem you want
a rap war is fine
but the second you try to take it past that yours dyin’
he find his wife, she been clapped four times
got him cryin’
screamin’ out, “vicky! vicky!” like a jakkboy line
keep that in mind
cause i don’t mind provin’ a bar god a b*tch
that’s really all bark til your dog get walked outta sh*t
or i just get my shooter involved, the call kinda quick
tell him, “sir be in (serbian) atlanta” like bogdanovic
if y’all ain’t wit’ the drama get missin’
or end up with a b*tt for takin’ ya n*gga side, kinda like viixen
this how a goon injure ya
so what the f*ck is yellin’, “i’m too cold” to a dude who can change the room temperature
i’m wit’ it bruh, and i don’t give a f*ck about all these gimmicks
try your luck like you tough and it’s up, we crossin’ limits
i ain’t even tryin’ to talk, don’t come with no sorry business
cause this gangsta persona built for drama is all he mimics
you start dawg, we in it
the heart cross appendix
doctors pleadin’, “if we don’t stop the bleedin’ he gone in minutes.”
they coachin’ to keep him woke, screamin’, “we hardly finished
keep your eyes on me”, applyin’ ‘pressure’ that’s ari lennox
i’m a menace and n*ggas know i been ’bout that action
30 under the .40
(that’s an improper fraction!)
nah scratch that, i come to his crib with a couple desi’s
raise the twins in danny house, i’m uncle jesse
[round 2: danny myers]
aye, he had a good round
hold on, hold on, this n*gga had a cool round
i still go this b*tch in my palm
n*gga was talkin’ ’bout lieutenant dan, ’til i sit him on the bench with the tom’
i don’t know what ’21 question’ look like
if a slap don’t show nate dogg what it is, then a hook might
i’m too cold! i’m too cold
n*gga talkin’ ’bout the room temperature
b*tch, i ain’t concerned with that
my n*ggas check pressure with a stick, that’s a thermostat

{danny jumps in the crowd}

i don’t give a f*ck what this cat said
uncle jesse
’til we seen them f*ckin’ twins grown up and now they crack heads
aye, genocide and riggz both 30’d you
they vaulted ’em
(release the tapes)
genocide and riggz both 30’d you
they vaulted ’em, you’ve got a buried past
then tay roc made you join him cause he don’t wanna battle you with his scary ass
you ain’t need them in the first place, you’ve been raw
join e.f.b., ave tryin’ to get famous on the west like crenshaw
check my pen y’all
i’m on a streak
how’d i get put beside a bum?
but i’ll put an end to this slaughter
did you see how crooked i become?
look i’m not the one, i’m the n*gga you should give a crown
i broke down roc(k), now i’m steppin’ on ave, it’s a minute now
and bein’ clear, you wouldn’t survive in my section if we was peers
you can’t hustle on my block, you’ll disappear if you ever try to re*up here (reappear)
we up here, responsible for the coke and the weed spark
we got hammerheads, great white, ain’t nothin’ ’bout you street shark
be smart, don’t play wit’ me
my dope game was major league
before i ever had a baby mama, it was b*tches pickin’ up weight for me
thankfully, i made a great escape before my right hand became a snake
the irony, the first time i saw a scale it made a way
i can’t debate if you nice or the best at brawling
you fat and falling
your last three battles was tragic losses
even though we in the same group i have to call it
you only joined every fuccin’ bar cause you an alcoholic

[round 2: ave] 35:15

[round 3: danny myers]
i don’t give a f*ck about no punchlines, angles, or how he talk to me
atlanta, i need y’all to visualize and take this walk with me
this n*gga is not ave the ave is where a little boy pulls out a toy gun, a cop pulls out a glock and shoots em
a riot on the block produced when* he walks from trial scott free with no prosecution
the ave is where, they violate your every right in the constitution
young girls are forced into a life of drugs and prostitution
this n*gga is not ave the ave is where you can get a female for a gram or larger
the mattress brought her love she lacked growing up with a absent father
the ave is where, gang wars cause massive slaughters
even n*ggas with a bright future couldn’t run away from the past that caught em
this n*gga is not ave the ave is where, kids got codeine in their babies bottles
og’s pull up with 380’s coddled in a navy bronco, not the new one, the mid 80’s model
the ave is where parents vote to make changes in the board of education
meanwhile their kids are dropping out ‘cause their bored of education
this n*gga is not ave , the ave is where, everyday n*ggas is going to war, death is what they got an appointment for
n*ggas cut the screen out the window and turn their front porch into a corner store
the ave is where, little brothers receive hand me downs that were worn before
but get intrigued by the sounds of the engine when the foreign roar
this n*gga is not ave the ave is where, smack himself held the camera first
in the middle of the hood where any moment you could hear a hammer burst
the ave is where, you could get a dope fiend rental for a gram of work
you can get a gucci belt, pants or shirt, when the boosters ran bezerk
this n*gga is not ave the ave is where, they let them cans fly, n*ggas watch they man’s die
froze stiff, they be on bystand by standards that they stand by
the ave is where, everybody mad ‘til the first
ain’t nothing adding up ‘cause a food stamp sold for half of it’s worth
this n*gga is not ave the ave is where the old heads give the deepest conversations
you serve a junkie, he go get high, then lead a congregation
the ave is where, n*ggas drop religion for a gnostics theme
in constant teens battle their demons through a mirror like constantine
this n*gga is not ave the ave is where you gotta watch for these n*ggas jealous traits
it be dots on yo’ head, they don’t wanna see you elevate
the ave is where, ya posse probably dealing weight
ya mama probably doin’ hair, ya auntie somewhere sellin’ plates
it’s a ave everywhere in the land across the map
new york call ’em boroughs, they’ll slash’s blade across a cat
new orleans call em “wards” even texas call em that
california named em “hoods”, atlanta call it “trap”
this n*gga is not ave, we all saw this day come
i had to walk down the real ave, before i walked down the fake one
i am the great one, and you on the ground with sh*t
thank the lord he don’t got another round of this sh*t
yikes

[round 3: ave] 47:20

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