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lirik lagu west coast elites - danny myers vs. the kid clutch

[round 1: danny myers]
hi nino, i see what the f-ck you did
i’m struggling to support 10 children and you gave me another kid?!
bust his lid, my crew ain’t got no time for ch0r-s
what my 6 pack is a bit more defined than yours
yo’ resume wouldn’t be sh-t without the god on it
shoot this b-tch, make sure his death certificate say “squad” on it
my pride on it, everyone one of these n-ggas got a story
i’m in l.a. shootin’ clutch from the side like robert horry
it’s kinda gory, i’ll paralyze you with the thing that i torch
if you see christopher walkin’ (walken) again it’ll be the king of new york
you like to fight huh? you want that mano e mano brawl?
nope, 3525 carson street, that mean get a n-gga from del amo mauled (mall)
i’m appalled, y’all thought this b-tch could compare?
i knocked down all the other pens (pins), now i got to pick up a spare
how dare you wanted this spotlight huh?
you been nice, but you never got ya props right bum
i taught you how to be a god, now you jot like one
i saw these traits in billy genes (‘billy jean’), but the kid is not my son
i blanket n-ggas with overheads, let me level with you
when christopher discover this west sh-t, my sh-t still (steal) land, now does that settle with you?
metal hit you, i’m ’bout to make this n-gga suffer
you do all this loadin’ in your rounds and you’re not playin’ because you buffer?
f-cker! yo’ b-tch bad, pretty light skin, that -ss big too
i’ma let something dangle on the middle of the forehead on the kid boo (kid buu)
you dig fool? i’m the writer foes should fear
i’ll be short on the jokes, this is the height of yo’ career
beast played me y’all album, i said “this y’all art?”
i rewound all that n-gga verses and skipped yo’ parts
clips gone spark, i’m the truth, you should be nervous
we didn’t come to hear (here) lies like a eulogy service
this truly is worthless, and you on the ground with this sh-t
this wack mc got another two rounds of this sh-t

[round 2: danny myers]
all these n-ggas come to myers for the scr-p
yeah greg pressured me, but i beat him and retired after that
i ain’t do no promotion for this battle, but i’m still a realer n-gga
cause michael meyers didn’t have to say sh-t before he k!lled a n-gga
bar god!
we out here in the garage
we out here in the darkness
to increase the iron, i had to do it like the starches
you ever been to a house party? and a b-tch let you squeeze her -ss? and whisper you can f-ck on it?
you look in yo’ wallet, don’t see a condom? sucks don’t it?
you thinkin’ ’bout goin’ raw, like “sh-t we gone have to have a trust moment”
then yo’ homie slide you a condom, f-ck yo’ haymakers b-tch that’s a “clutch moment”
to be honest, this round was supposed to start a different way
but i brought up house party ’cause y’all thought i’d get to the kid and play (kid n play)
tommy gun, all that sh-t you talkin’ ’bout, i fear not
y’all can feel the effects of the drum if you in earshot
this sh-t weird aak, are you a battler, or another bouncer?
now i gotta talk to the kid like a f-ckin’ counsellor
let’s put it out there, ain’t no more stoppin’ the truth
ironic you peel (pill) n-ggas, but rx is more poppin’ than you
you popular too, you had a run and it did last you
you were here first, but bear in mind that grizz p-ssed you
kg pushin’ all these new n-ggas, they never looked at you as hot
ain’t none of yo’ bars cold (bar code), i hate to put you on the spot (da spot)
i’m quite a savage, i ain’t here to provide a cl-ssic
me jottin’ bars about you leaving earth is a rite (write) of p-ssage
he might’ve lasted, y’all won’t see this punk be back
when you see the can’ on cam’, it’s not his drunk recap
this ‘the funeral’, this the ‘wrong n-gga to f-ck with’, they either dumb or they hatin’
if y’all read the tracklist on death certificate, you’ll see this just ‘my summer vacation’
he’ll get those first 3…can’t leave a witness if he seen me with it
if i got the grip in my grasp, clutch will see the meanin’ in it
i seen these n-ggas, gettin’ all crazy with the curl bar
these rounds been in my head since the 80’s, i call ‘e curl bars
he a fly n-gga, all these muscles, be where the girls are
this the same type of n-gga be knocked out on worldstar
picture my style, now picture it stolen
these scripts that i’m moldin’, this is christopher vs christopher nolan
the gift of the chosen is what this b-tch is opposin’
now rot while i (rottweiler) play with the kid…this is the omen
i’ll rip an opponent, you know what i just might do?
nope. i just keep this rounds short and strong, just like you
bar god
and he 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 brought the metal for you
i was gonna hit this pretty b-tch but then settled for you
all this muscle sh-t, for real though his -ss soft
while vicki was hittin’ that gl-ss she told me to test his gl-ss jaw
all this real sh-t surrounds us, surprised we ain’t dead yet
we rap about virtual reality, is this where our head set (headset)?
y’all ever put on 3d gl-sses to watch a movie or test ya game sk!ll?
you seen somethin’ comin’ at you, you clutch at it, but it ain’t real?
you give me that same feel, all the real men are extinct
i’ll record you getting you chain sn-tched then send my n-ggas a link
my pen is the brink, the goat ain’t ‘sposed to sit with a chump
somedays i don’t wanna fight, i ain’t tryna mix with this punk
i get to my trunk, catch him by my car, lift up the pump
his arm all in the rim, i ain’t know this n-gga could dunk
i paved the way for the future, i traveled and felt road pressures
me, billy, the kid (billy the kid), that’s the old western
i only did this battle, well for one i needed my rent paid, but aside from that, i only did this battle
cause y’all was thinkin’ the ops could play with me
i’m puttin’ da kid on display for the world, adoption agency
i’ll pop em flagrantly, so if they catch dan with the weapon
in court the d.a. gone give me two foul shots and the a possession
bar god!
i keep a strap, they n-ggas tryna k!ll me slippin’
if i send toy ya (cyntoia) b-tch’ll get 15, you feel me pimpin’?
they say he shine too bright on these screens, i hope y’all n-ggas are bettin’
cause i can make all the adjustments in these settings
twin brothers went to long beach poly, let’s go back some years pop
one was a baller, the other was a gangsta from a feared block
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do!)
during the game you could hear shots
while one brother was catching a body, the other one was gettin’ a tear drop
speaking of basketball, if nitty is cuzz webb, you gotta be cuzzy bogues
meanwhile i’m wrestling with the american dream on these dusty roads (rhodes)
i dare clutch be bold, swing on me, i collide with foes
but i also push back with the arm like the heisman pose
y’all ever had a conversation with clutch?
he spits that ‘cuhhz”, he truly is disturbed
it’s just like this battle b-tch, you blew (blue) it with the words
i’m absurd and he on the ground with this sh-t
thank the lord he ain’t got another round of this sh-t
yikes

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