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t-rex vs danny myers - urltv lyrics

[round 1: danny myers]
they think cause they got me in new york i’ma be outta my zone
well as long as there’s gangstas and real n-ggas in the buildin’ i’ma feel like i’m home
a few years ago i witnessed diddy give him $10,000
well i’m ’bout to shoot this n-gga so many times when the cops get to the scene they gon’ be like, “d-mn…did he give him ten thousand?”
i’ve been wildin’, shoot you comfortable from a foldin’ chair
so used to the handle bein’ on my stomach, sometimes i don’t even know it’s there
two .25’s and a mossberg, which one i use to get him gone?
it’s only right i extinct t-rex usin’ a little arms
n-gga, what you know about…f-ck it, i ain’t gonna go that route
cause i’ma say some sh-t these people ain’t supposed to know about
but i paid you out my pocket, all drug money cause i have a sk!ll
but some n-ggas know that i’m workin’ with a half a mil’
remember, half-a-mil? one of his best songs was some n-ggas
see these are the type of lessons i gotta teach to these dumb n-ggas
you ever ran up on a n-gga and let it slide like, “forget about it.”
then turn around in a moment of shock cause yo’ n-gga shot him?
i’ve been a problem, from long range i’ve got high percentage
i’ll show you how to put a mask over your face like a flight attendant
bar god!
i’m suppose to be humble cause you “a legend”?
f-ck that, how clown?
shootin’ at you from my balcony the only time i bow down
on some real sh-t, my mama did 15 but ain’t nothin’ to me
cause my daddy did 20 but he back in doin’ another 20
who f-ckin’ wit’ me? i’ll run up with the tec and i’m droppin’ ’em
k-shine gon’ be like, “get that n-gga rex!…to the hospital”
it’s optional, i could put this down and grab the other piece
you prolly got a tattoo with a half a heart and k-shine got the other piece
don’t f-ck wit’ me!
i didn’t set this battle up just to bring me stardom
i set it up, to tell you to yo’ face i’m the king of harlem
a west coast n-gga, i’m here to check you n-gga, in yo’ motherf-ckin’ face
i disrespect you n-gga
you only livin’ cause a n-gga like me let you n-gga
you died on the same day as your nephew n-gga
rex, i silence the gat when i get close to ya
i take the ring off before i get to the p-ssy like an adulterer
i blaze heaters, everything i say is ether
to you this is a battle but to me it’s way deeper
you said you hold yo’ gun more than you hold yo’ son
well that can’t be true because to me it looks like you don’t know how to raise either
them cave seekin’, here’s somethin’ you should get straight first
these people paid money, they ain’t tryin’ to hear a mixtape verse
don’t spit that, that’s only cool if we cipherin’
it’s only right he gets ten cent (sent) for recyclin’
the portrait of a real n-gga, that’s what y’all get out these verses from me
i guess all yo’ .45’s and mac’s sit next to yo’ nursing degree
we ain’t got no cna license, all my n-ggas in the streets is doomed
i guess you the same gangsta that’ll shoot a n-gga then go and treat the wound
what kind of sh-t is that? you need lessons, step into my office, family
so next round, f-ck rex, please let me talk to randy
i’ll blam him, you on the ground with this sh-t
this wack mc got another (two rounds of this sh-t)
yikes!

[round 1: t-rex]
grown man bars… something he gotta deal with
no matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said, it ain’t gon equal up to this real sh-t
it’s like every time danny call beasley or smack they change the date
i only had to do that sh-t to show you this ain’t the first time i made you wait
you was all in every interview like, “i’ma do this” and “i’ma do that”
talkin’ ’bout this $12,000 like there was ever really a chance of you gettin’ it back
he not knowin’ that sh-t he was sayin’ on the radio is the reason he might gettin’ him clapped
so n-gga you was dead on yo’ money i only did this for smack
i do what i wanna do n-gga
every city, every state with my jewelry that’s cause i’m comfortable n-gga
i took ya $12,000 and battled you when i wanted to n-gga
ayo shotgun suge, that’s how you pocket check a n-gga without touchin’ a n-gga!
where i’m from, a n-gga will k!ll a n-gga over half a stack
they f-ck wit’ me so much sh-t they’ll prolly do it for half of that
so imagine what they’ll do to a n-gga if i say he owe me a $12,000 stack
yo lux, them n-ggas gon’ start thinkin’ like ma$e, they lookin’ past the (pastor) rap
tell danny i got a box for him
and them freckles don’t look the same when there’s st-tches on top of ’em
with a mask and a surgical gloves, i’ll doctor him
have him hooked to so many cables they go optimum
ayo, i was goin’ through some serious sh-t with my nephew when i almost decked you
so i’m bein’ real this is not the time
that aggressive sh-t, only gon’ get you shot and robbed
bunch of k!llers, slide and open the van like a soccer mom
like james harden on a fast break, you see a rocket fly
i don’t know what these n-ggas thought after that clip’s sh-t
cause i’m not no regular n-gga
and i was raised by a whole bunch of negative n-ggas
no swave but wit’ that blade i’ll sever (sevah) a n-gga
you kiss the bow on camera like erica n-gga
i’m shootin’ until his camp done, it wasn’t no kidnap money but when he saw me he ran some (ransom)
c-cked it, put one in his leg, now he can’t run
i’m shootin’ bad, holdin’ me back now that’s an and 1
they say that the sun bring out your freckles so you can see them joints
only thing science proves is that he’ll show his true colors when the heat is on
my waist is like a yellow cab that’s what the meter on
and i’ll be all in his woman eyes (womanize) like i treat her wrong
my young n-ggas know i send him them birds
you n-ggas gon’ shoot for me if i give him the word
broad day leave his sh-t on the curb
it’ll be sadder than when boyz ii men was singin’ the end of the road
the revolver like laundry, i gotta spin it to load
he fresh outta the drier, he finna get fold
hollow tips starts rippin’ his bones
he was shot from head to toe, there’s even bullets in the tip of his toes
i give you what you need cause i’ma boss
if you buy enough of this sh-t, i’ll even come drop it off
weed, c0ke, hard or soft
i’m sellin’ fish scale, i use the baking soda as the tarter sauce
let him get hype with i (eye) and i’m a lash out
aim a pistol at him, that b-tch n-gga might p-ss out
when nothin’ f-ckin’ happened like spendin’ the night at jaz’ house
ayo lux a whole bag full of guns, sh-t’ll look like i’m takin’ the trash out
see i’m leavin’ wit’ this n-gga head
y’all already know my slogan
(this n-gga dead!)
no, no, no it wasn’t funny he dead
i leave him like sonny he dead
i was serious, this was for smack cause for yo’ money you dead
b-tch n-gga

[round 2: danny myers]
charlie clips exposed you put yo’ fingers in yo’ -ss
d-mn, what happened b?
normally, i get criticized for all the hand shakes and dappin’ g
but not this battle, that friendly sh-t couldn’t get in my plans
i’m in yo’ face you already got some sh-t on yo’ hands
bar god!
i promise n-gga, look me in my eyes and be honest n-gga
have you ever felt the weight of k!llin’ another man on yo’ conscious n-gga?
my n-gga black was like, “i don’t give a f-ck if they ever find this n-gga.”
cause black thought that sh-t was common like a conscious n-gga
i’ll knock you unconscious n-gga
my savagery beyond this n-gga
that .50 cal has seven motherf-ckas behind this n-gga
we used to have family dinner at a round table
real n-ggas can bare wit’ me
death has taken us, every year you notice a different chair empty
that’s why i keep a flare wit’ me
hood life will never change
my n-ggas walkin’ around wit’ bullets in they body but only feel ’em when the weather change
beretta’s bang, i’ll bury you, crazy anonmyous
they gon’ have to dig up rex with a paleontologist
bar god!
b-tch n-gga like you can get exposed
real quick i lift his soul
i’m in his bushes, crouched down with the deuce like a prison pose
my n-gga got the camcorder filmin’ the whole sh-t
so when i spark the gun
bullets smack you, end your career on dvd like where it started from
you keep seein’ that same car drive by you, we in the backseat gettin’ them gats together
that millennia p-ssed you five times, that’s the jur-ssic era
but the sixth time we stopped, hop out, that’s when yo’ -ss in terror
bars from brazil, start kickin’ wit’ a rhythm; that’s capoeira
bar god!
amazin’ bars, sometimes they even amaze me
shatter his jaw, he’ll be pieces of a man like az
i got a small gun that’ll bury a n-gga like eight feet
and a large one that’ll give him a wake (awake) but he stay sleep
i ride through harlem in a tinted lex. lookin’ for this n-gga rex
anybody on the internet wit’ a little bit of intellect
will tell you this is up close and personal there won’t be no indirects
bullets goin’ into rex, that’ll be the end of rex
knockin’ out his memorex, n-ggas won’t remember rex
i’ve been a threat, gun on his forehead leave his brains smoke
between the streets and battle rap, i’m the missin’ link like my chain broke
me and this n-gga ain’t the same folks
i’m better than all the prior greats
i’m the new legend, get this washed up n-gga outta myers’ face
when i first pulled the trigger, i couldn’t get it to fire straight
i had to get used to l!ckin’ that sh-t like an acquired taste
i’ll chase this n-gga down his fire escape
if me and this guy fight, then mase him
but if he come back for the second time i’ll see that he find christ
you know when ma$e came back for the second time he found christ
you like to take a whole bunch of filler bullsh-t and make it sound nice
this crowd nice, you came from the old era to the new battles
but no matter what you do, yo’ legacy will forever be in mook’s shadow
dot mobb, harlem n-ggas, all the men were snitches
no wonder we use a dot to end a sentence
bare witness!
i’ll run up on him with the .45 smokin’
you said you wasn’t gon’ blink, you right cause you down wit’ yo’ eyes open
the god’s spoken and you on the ground wit’ this sh-t
this wack mc got a whole ‘nother round of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 3: danny myers]
i hired you to do this battle, then i was like, “hold up. wait
i gave this n-gga a job and on his first day he shows up late.”
you ain’t no different than n0body else, you just another n-gga to wil’ on
when a stoned miles choked in front of lux, lux hit a milestone
you peep that, i give ’em props
but f-ck lux and mook i get ’em shot
bullets will change the landscape of yo’ city that’s the harlem renaissance
you ain’t gotta look for beef, but if you prefer searchin’
i make sure a meetin’ witchu and lucifer for certain
when a ruger burst curtains
while you was playin’ first person shooters i was taught to shoot the first person!
my n-ggas sported blue rags, d-ckie suits, curb servin’
herb burnin’, school of the hard knocks but we learn from it
cali life is stressful, it ain’t all glory n-gga
my uncle jumped from the 15th floor, i got stories n-gga
i was crossed like a white klan, [?] d-mn hood i’m in
thinkin’ ’bout my n-gga young b and what his lifespan coulda been
you k!lled a n-gga over yo’ chain?
well lux should’ve told you it wasn’t worth it, over somethin’ the white man put us in
put i ain’t like the n-gga you got, i’ll put you in the grave rex
i’ma take the chain off this p-ssy like slave s-x
my n-ggas shoot random inside yo’ house with the gauge, tec’s
and hope sh-t turns out negative like an aids test
i got a b-tch posted in yo’ area, she a born thug, bad
she only two miles away and ready to bang like a p-rnhub ad
bar god!
every battle danny spazzin’, oh jeah
i’m ’bout to do randy, savage
if there’s a crown in this battle sh-t, i’m destined to get it
i open my coat and show this n-gga the second ammendment
no question i’m wit’ it
you ain’t got to wonder where them cans are
it’s like you fell out with that n-gga from dot mobb, you ain’t f-ckin’ with dan bars
we plan ours, kick the back do’ in then them guns follow
smack ya brother, whoever make a move, get dumb hollows
any silly sh-t, you’ll drum swallow
i’ll sn-tch the pad out yo’ baby mother’s panties and squeeze the blood into yo’ son bottle
sit her b-tch -ss down and force her to feed it to him
write, “my son is a f-ggot” and force you to read it to him
what’s happenin’ rex? you a ho -ss n-gga
i don’t like lames, this bullet belt across my chest lookin’ like a bike chain
my fight game, you ain’t know i was that d-mn cruel?
i’ll back hand you ’til they gotta cat scan you
black van crew, any n-gga on my team will beam him
i’ll make you talk to the can’ like tin cups with the string between ’em
bar god!
even if he tried to shoot me, i already figure he’ll miss me
why? well h-ll, his trigger finger is sh-tty
i rise champ, hit the block, grind and provide camp
i’m eatin’ you for every time my mama was denied stamps
you ain’t nowhere near protection
i’ll grab a tommy and drain a drum like i’m tryin’ to heal an ear infection
my cousin was like, “rex really wit’ that sh-t. don’t call him a b-tch or a b-tch -ss n-gga.”
i said, “you know what i’ma do to this b-tch you b-tch -ss n-gga?”
it really seems like i’m tryin’ to k!ll this n-gga by any means
you went from 12/12 skinnies to dressin’ like you 12 in some skinny jeans
{rex makes them call time}

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