lirik lagu urltv – nu jerzey twork vs. danny myers

[round 1: danny myers]
b~tch, i should slap the sh~t out you, like f~ck yo’ pride
but i’ll fall off the roof for putting my hands on a square like when nutso died!
off jump, this above ya rim, f~ck shootin’ back from 30 yards
you’ll forever be etched behind i (eye) like birdie scar!
ain’t no camaraderie, i’ll cut open ya brain like a lobotomy
stitch it up, then slowly reopen the sh~t like the economy! bar god!!
if i pull this gat on em, ion thank he’ll panic
but i’ll purposely break what’s under the hood like a janky mechanic!
can ya hands amaze me? nah! you won’t get a chance to play to me
b~tch i’ll choke twork like i caught my daughter dancin’ crazy!
jaz and mike p raved about you, this young man had the recipe
we all seen how you did rip, now you finna be rest in peace!
this was ya destiny, point blank range, forever it burns
then i’ll reach in and take back my deposit for those you never returned!
you clever with words, young n~gga always with the goon talk
he thought he was bad, ’til they light up his sh~t and then moon walked!
they tryna k!ll you in a few states, you better listen to reason
it’s certain places you can’t go on the map until the mission completed!
i’m giving you game, i’m tryna tell y’all the guy labeled
k!llers got contracts to light up ya wick like the “high table”!
between me, you, and verb, this the trinity, we was threaded together
a this smith in front of you gone have it settled forever
i knew he was caught up in the matrix
when mr. anderson battled jc and referenced the nebuchadnezzar!
i’ll break half a broom, stab some wounds, take some lemon juice and it to em
you get strapped in, i get strapped in, a padded room
you ducked me ’cause you had “alcohol poisoning”, what you think b~tch i’m dumb?
vol 3 was the first time you were gripped by rum!
this b~tch my son, he stole all my moves and i’m p~ssed off
i was the one “jumpin’ ’round first, y’all got it crisscrossed (kris kross)!
too many bodies on the weaponry, my honesty gone be the death of me
we on the roof, and loser gotta jump…allegedly!
i’m a legend b, i’m chris nolan drivin’ the ‘lac tinted
bullets flip ya car in reverse…i mack 10 it (tenet)!
i’m raps limit, and you on the ground with this sh~t
this whack mc got another 2 rounds of this sh~t, yikes!
[round 2: danny myers]
you bang n~gga, piru blood gang member
we in l.a., i’ma take you to crenshaw and see if you that same n~gga!
lame n~gga, you at where it started, it’s real in here
them n~ggas’ll have them colors changin…cl!ck, chamillionaire!
the steel’ll flare, we drive by, flee with no traces
we’ll wet up ya whole hood…the desert leaves an oasis!
and you been leavin’ yo aces! literally, they pens suck
you left the goonies to join nwx…and then what!?
you got a lil team to call? fans see yo’ star power through the screen enthralled
y’all be looking dangerous, but in person you don’t seem as raw
you entered a demon’s brawl, i’ll cut open ya stomach, take out ya spleen and gall
put ya eyeball in yo’ own hand, and you thought you done seen it all!
then i get the team involved, we get ya address and we in ya home
now we coming for ya baby blood, andrenochrome!
this what i been up on, you influence n~ggas but i don’t buy this
you got everybody shakin’ hands during a virus!
violence, i’ll spark at ya homie ’til his head leaks
it’s biblical once i lay jerusalem next to the dead see (sea)!
i was a dope boy, all day i used to slang with it
sherm heads was bending water before aang did it!
i grew up on gang lyrics, my whole team be with the action
next time smack put you on a billboard. “have you seen me?” is the caption!
i wanna beam him with a passion, naw, f~ck it, dan creep up
and push his sh~t to the far left like antifa!
the can squeezer, bullet wound, it ran liters
i light skin, he in pain (payne) screamin’, “d~mn gina!”
you called me a old n~gga, you was pumped up, hyped
i’m the king, and they put the prince (prints) on the 40…you know you done f~cked up right?!
the gun tucked tight, the hood thinks you’re an accident
shotgun have you flyin’ through the air…good thing you been practicin’!
my n~gga loved shooting dice, he got death threats over a debt
i told em he need to stop gambling, he said “bet”!
do you believe in a parallel universe? i do, i thought he quit gambling but he lied more
he couldn’t hit deuce deuce to save his life, then they gave him something to die for (four)!
you won’t survive war, and you on the ground with this sh~t
this whack mc got a whole ‘nother round of this sh~t, yikes!
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[round 3: danny myers]
you ever worked 60 hours in 7 days? didn’t take a day off, felt like they was tryna destroy you on your feet?
then a n~gga come in, work half a shift and get “employee of the week”!
you ever was a loyal to a company that you slaved for to do something you was made for
then a new n~gga come in and all a sudden he gets paid more!
we are the “parallel universe”, the man that does the most for the culture gets the least up out of it
the lazy one reaps the rewards and he’s the counterfeit!
but it’s no jealousy, i still put in pain off respect
i wanted you to be the new me, and gave you the chain off my neck!
but miyagi will look at danielson on some lame sh~t
if he out here tusslin’ and wrestlin’ with n~ggas and don’t utilize the crane kick!
yo mama’s a pastor, and you out here talkin’ ’bout some gang sh~t
drake said he f~ck with you and nothin’ was the same since!
this why the game switched, me on a big stage? no reason to
i ain’t never did summer madness, ’cause my bars ain’t seasonal!
this what you need to know, you’re wastin’ talent, stay loyal to them scriptures
i believed in the “golden boy”, ’til i seen de la hoya in them pictures!
speakin’ of boxers, let me show you my mind’s actuality
i learned from punchers like george, floyd,…to combat brutality! bar god!!
watch me vs b dot, bars from the streets heard ’round the ‘burbs
i uplifted the hood before yo’ third round for verb!
we ’bout action, really shoot sh~t, all you sendin’ me is threats
that sh~t with norbes proves you be pretendin’ with the texts (tecs)!
these are sentiments of death, this hood life is stressin’ me
before i could use the sp~ce bar, i knew how to stretch a ki (key)!
my options were gang bangin’, poppin’ skulls have a n~gga leakin’ out it
but i could tell a path (telepath) wasn’t the move just by thinkin’ ’bout it!
but i still carry (carrie), ’cause i ain’t fightin’ this big thug
wait, george floyd…carrie…i need to see a pigs blood!
sig, snub, all day i brandish a gat
biddat, headshot bubblin’, f~ck what anderson pack (paak)! 30
you got all these special moves, you perform better?, terrific
’cause the only thing i got for this character is sticks (characteristics)!
i’m too clever with lyrics, you can see me trouble you
you “no show”, i just got my ccw!
believe we f~ck with you, but keep letting us down with this sh~t
and you’ll never again get another round of this sh~t, yikes!

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