[Round 1: Danny Myers]

49 people were killed in Chicago over a single weekend

The headline was undersold

49 people were killed in Florida...now they talkin' 'bout gun control

What are you doin' to change the conditions in yo' city?

To stop the violence and stand up to it

The government ain't send no help, residents just gotta tough through it

Chicago schools are losing funding, families are being uprooted

What's my take on it?

Bitch you still alive!? I don't think they doin' enough shootin'!

I've been raw

The very thought of this faggot makes my skin crawl

The piece (peace) will come out faster than when it's time to leave your in-laws

I don't give a fuck if you at a bus stop, ain't no tellin' where I'll take it next

You'll see me masked up on a shuttle like on Jason X

Pay respect, I done slayed the best, I cannot be seen

When I slide on you with the Black Hawk it ain't ya hockey team

Stop these schemes, you a fuckin' disgrace to folks

You a big pussy like a Mz. Gracie Facebook post

Yo' bitch got No Limit, me and my shady pals gon' fuck her

You walk in the room she gon' be posed like the Mercedes album cover

What's happenin' bitch? You'll catch a sharp hook from one of Danny hands

You just a fake killer from Chicago like Candyman

Sharp hook, Candyman? Never mind, nigga ya style gay

The toy from Chicago will kill the kid: that's Child's Play

Every bar I write with a pen is a death note

Bring that gangsta shit over here and get your set smoked

2Pac whooped Joe Torry's ass

If y'all seen Poetic Justice, then you'll know how we do Chicago on the West Coast!

Bar God!

You'll get no turn to reach

My pistol will give you the floor like it's your turn to speak

This is not a Bulls game

Listen, guy, ain't no talkin'

His Desert Eagle is my version of triangle offense

You feel (Phil) me?

You a snitch

A shot through your chest will leave your heart damaged

Simply 'cause I was taught to air a rat (Ararat) like where the Ark landed

Do you believe in a parallel universe? I do, that shit is all terror

I taught my cousin to hold the handle, later on I was his pallbearer

Small errors in this city and ya soul get lift

You won't make it to yo' 60's, you better watch who you Rollin' with

I told this bitch, you can't leave L.A. until you fight us nigga

For him, this an away game but they still gotta United Center

I sneak in his house at 3 AM, he finna bleed hella shit

Then snap on him while he asleep like a side bitch that need evidence

You try to stop Danny rise? I'll personally see to it that your family dies

Them .357 rounds longer than the space between Brandy's eyes!

He must be on mo' E should (Moesha) he think the Bar God losin' to him

I'll shoot his niece at a theme park: let's see if that's amusin' to him

Danny gat strapped on the waist like a fanny pack

The code word: Master P and his brothers

That mean his whole family whacked!

Fuck rappin', I'll head shot this nigga, now the plot has thickened

You'll be lying in front of this crowd faster than a politician

When we rappin', you can only talk shit, you don't have no options

In this ring, I can punch in (and) air: that's shadowboxing

Get your shadow boxed in

You on the ground with this shit

This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit

YIKES!

[Round 1: Young Kannon]

It's about goddamn time, but you must be out yo' goddamn mind

You can't get rid of a real live devil Aak

You thinkin' it's sweet as Sugarhill, die when I O.D. in the buildin', that's Roemello pops

Metal cock, you the Bar God? Well, let's see if ya title worth it

Don't gas this false prophet, what he preach trash and we don't buy bull verses

I got plenty things, to niggas 'bout business discussin' heavy cream

I'm a universal charger: I got a plug for everything!

It's the shark in ya waters, my soldiers will let the semi sing

Is Dan a Marine? No, he a Dolphin that never let it ring!

Let's set the scene, 'cause I'm from where they pay rent off nickle dollars from dope heads

But Danny be flexin' like he hittin' licks on coke bread

Chopper to him like, "Open the safe."

He frontin' like he got no bread

Cool, if there's any loot in it, Dan, I'm knockin' off both legs!

I got L.A. connects too, my Damu's will bring the slugs out

Let the fire fly, spray ya pest aside if he bug out

Hit ya mug, blaow, for tryin' to play the thug route

Make a movie in L.A.: a Vato send blood in to leak blood out!

Cause my kin evil, he'll die like Knievel if he more than stunt

Four's will dump

Have a dummy runnin': that's Forrest Gump

Rumble in the Octagon if he wanna front

If Dan severin' (Severn) a beast, I crack him like Brock Lesnar when I'm on the hunt

Who gon' stop me? Ya Bloque of Writer's? Go to Hell they lyin'

I edged Big Kannon, that's when they found out this ese fire

Magic, JC, Chilla, Danja, all took L's, they tried it

I been burnt the block (Bloque) down: it's the L.A. riots!

This the main stage, I ain't come to toy wit' 'em, I'm lil' boyin' him

30 hangin' out for no reason: the clip loiterin'

I'm a legend in the hood, the one that young hustlin' thugs idol

We both nice, but I ain't suck dick to get a buzz like you

We can war reckless with hammers or precision kill with one rifle

Surf through the Ave and Roc you know what the Guns Titled

Heater tuck, Cave nigga cut from a different breed of pups

With two clips, you can eat in this order (disorder)

Best believe me a (bulimia) you'll get clocked by ya bed for snoozin'

Get two alarms, we from the school of the hard knocks, the ski mask the uniform, I call the welders up

That mean they put in work in the hood and they know how to use the torch

Click then point at his whore's (horse) head, that's a unicorn

Write a hate letter to his wife, end it with a passionate "Fuck you"

Crush glass in the palm of my hand, smackin' ya mother

Ratchets is dumpin'

Silencer on the strap. clap it and slump him

(*Choo choo choo choo choo choo choo*)

He ain't know if he was in L.A. or the African jungle!

Are you from L.A., Vegas, Michigan, New York?

We all confused on where you holdin' ya block

I'm from Chiraq, yeah, we notorious for throwin' them shots

1800, what I lick will get poured in ya top

We Ghostbusters, so if Dan act 'roid (Aykroyd), what's in the backpack will put a nigga's soul in a box

Let's keep it a buck: in battle rap, I'm one of the niggas you admire

My kill list a mile long, and now I'm 'bout to add Myers

You animated? Creep wit' the long nose: Quagmire

Then roast him some more with the sticks

That's when my camp fire

Yeah you cool wit' me, but I know niggas that can't stand Myers

Put two dots on ya neck like you got bit by a vampire

One call to my nigga Fat Mack, he hold it by the belt

You get somethin' blunt to the head, it leave you smokin' by yourself

Ya lil' group been breakin' up, bro, but after this, I'll retire the Bloque

Y'all had good battles, but y'all nowhere higher in stock

Yeah it's Gang, but I'm my own boss, like it or not

I joined the Cave men because I made fire wit' Roc

Southside!

[Round 2: Danny Myers]

I'ma wait til all y'all leave, no witnesses

Slap this nigga in the head with the semi

You right, this is the L.A. riots, snatched his bitch out his whip like Reginald Denny

I give my nigga a penny, he runnin' up on you and you will tumble

Fuck the African jungle: we gon' drop him off in the real jungle!

I don't know what in the fuck made you think you can see me, nigga

A shot through a Chicago knee is really the PG killer

You know what I Rose through

I had to get in this game from the outside

Did years of classics and finally gettin' respect, it's about time

You be gettin' niggas locked up, all at the precinct with your mouth wide

Apparently Lloyd ain't the only nigga singin' on the 'Southside'

Mama should've told me what? Days like this?

Nigga, my mama shot up in front of me and said, "Don't risk AIDS like this."

I wanted to be champion of the world, like Mayweather on a fight scene

But seein' my mama with a crack pipe interfered with my pipe dreams

This might seem too real but those that battle me knows

I draw portraits with this black ink in my reality shows

But don't go tit for tat

If we beefin', ain't no gettin' back

You'll be lucky if you can have a open casket with yo' shit intact

We different black

They don't get the same feelin' when we spittin' raps

You got bars but there's something called "authenticity" and you missin' that

You should be legend status, this is somethin' I thought about a while

It's 'bout how you carry yourself, how you dress, it's all about ya style

But act stupid they gon' see our fallin' out is wild

With this Mossberg, I pump fakes like I'm tryin' to draw the foul

I started in South Central among the chaos

Damn, shit corny

It was rooted in me, these cops wanna plant shit on me

So I had to leave and branch out

Trust my talent and believe the flow

Now I'm back on my home soil just happy that my seeds can grow

What you need to know, I don't leave the house without the damn protection

So you can die or either hand me the money like you ambidextrous

This what ya man expected

After this battle he gon' eat the loss

He gon' get his bread from KG, shake some of y'all hands, he gon' greet the boss

While he think the Uber takin' him back to the airport it's speedin' off

To drop him off to the Mexicans like Denzel did to Ethan Hawke

Ain't no need to talk, but it better be respectful if you speak to Myers

If ya audio ain't correct you gettin' choked out with the speaker wire

Think mosquito in Brazil

The long nose will fuck up ya baby before it's even born like the Zika Virus

Scope attachments, magazines and silencers are for the hostiles

Bitch, this assault rifle got more connections than the Rothschilds

They say that $12,000 made me look bad, ruined my career, that's what the best think

Well if that's true, how come I'm here and Rex ain't?

I tarnished the legacy of a legend and he was one of the best dudes

But I guess only Bolo will understand that Chess (chest) move

You ain't worth a punch, I got somethin' special for you

I'll backhand you so hard cops can use the echo for proof

The metal will shoot, fatal wound, face it you dyin'

Fuck ya funeral, tell ya mama it's too late for the cryin'

Cause when it's beef, I tell my niggas "Mike Tyson's Punch Out cheat code"

That means skip the fights and go straight to the Iron!

I am, the greatest ever and you on the ground with this shit

This wack MC got a whole 'nother round of this shit

YIKES!

[Round 2: Young Kannon]

Whooo that shit was crack

I mean in your rounds you actually say some shit that's impressive

But outside the ring you do lame shit to make yo' G shit come into question

You try to walk that tight rope between creative and corny as fuck

You don't believe me? Well watch and learn this lesson

Cause a nigga always wanted to try a Danny Myers impression

Now you'd think I'd be hype

"It could be you and nine of yo' niggas guaranteed we 'bout that action witcha

Think athlete's foot, you'll see the can' spray ten actin' (Tinactin) niggas

We clappin' triggers

I'm quick to rock a fella (Rocafella) but I don't rap wit' Jigga

I'm 'bout to fuck this nigga live up like a Kardashian sister

Bar God!"

Shut the fuck up with that super-villain voice!

Jumpin' 'round on the stage lookin' stupid

The only thing worse than your actual performance is ya music

Have any of y'all heard a Danny Myers song?

You? You? Exactly

Shit get Frisbee'd freshly out the Jeep

Rollin' a blunt on your mixtape is disrespectful...to the weed!

You can't fuck 'round on me

I'm thinkin' OJ Mayo, if I test ya substance you gettin' drug out the league

I catch him in his Vegas crib, bookin' battles on his mobile phone

The torch flame his top like Joe Pesci when he Home Alone

In other words, I'm tryin' to hurt him in his place

My Warriors got a new shooter, pull up from 30 with the tre

Ya blood will splash, brother get him buried in a day

I brought the K to L.A. why I'm the Thompson's what I Curry (carry) in The Bay

From Culver City to Long Beach I'm blowin' loud like a megaphone

Unstoppable in the game; Bo Jackson in Tecmo Bowl

Ninja Turtles get metal to they grill when I shred a (Shredder) dome

Cause I roll with the metal 'round like the Technodrome

That heat'll seek ya, try to outrun death you'll meet the reaper

Shit'll clap, get ya chicken wrap, who need a pita?

Baby nine, bullet holes the size of Reese's Pieces

I'll black and have it fly through ya field I'm Jeepers Creepers

Me and my niggas, we either ten or twenty years in, down to ride

From youngins in the park to teenagers wit' heart, breakin' down the pies

Danny come reckless we gon' bring yo' demise

I got code words for each of 'em and every one applies

My nigga T-Guns, he specialize in weapons trainin' and makin' bones break

Former Marine with PTSD so ain't no zone safe

He .50 caliber certified but he prefer tuckin' the chrome .8

His word, "Pinch runner" cause I make the hit but he gon' slide to ya home base

My nigga LuLu? Pot head savage

He don't give a shit 'bout niggas

You better be cut from that cloth if that nigga get witcha

Or it's black bags, slow songs, niggas pourin' out liquor

His word, "Crop 'em" cause he flash the cannon and cut niggas out the picture

My nigga A Willa, king of finesse

I swear it's like a gift with the boy

His code, "Santa Claus" cause he'll slay (sleigh) ya roof then end up in ya crib wit' the toy

I just speak on my environment, we relate to niggas that work the hammer

You get a 100 from an ese (essay) like you got perfect grammar

He said, "A sacrificial lamb to a GOAT, nigga impossible."

I'm on the grind to get a fruit served, fuck a Jamba Juice

Rob who? We zip up sneakers: Dennis Rodman shoes

I'm a psycho crusher, click the M by son (Bison), the flame leave his body blue

Off the dope I brought the traffic, I should get indicted

The illest fighter

Fei Long: the punches back to back but everything I kick is fire

The mil' put ya man to sleep when I give ya nigga itis

Then jack ya whip with the metal but we ain't switchin' tires

We should give Vicki to Brizz

She tired of you so she'll let the homie try it

I bet son get piped to the head like Opie dyin'

You gettin' killed twice as bad every round, let's multiply it

Droppin' 60 and leavin' L.A. that's word to Kobe Bryant

Southside!

[Round 3: Danny Myers]

I'ma catch you in yo' whip then wet you wit' the shit

I would've fucked yo' hoe but that's disrespectful to my dick

Obama don't give a fuck about Chicago and that makes you look real stupid

On top of that, y'all gave us Chief Keef, Crucial Conflict and drill music

I loved 'Adrenaline Rush' and Cap One, niggas was rhymin' poem

Chicago rappers used to be sick at least that nigga Common cold

Big T ain't got a third of yo' skill yet he's three times as popular

That's further proof you a fuckin' lame and ya own city don't rock witchu

Bitch I'll put the Glock to ya, but I ain't gotta be up close when it's time to clap him

Cause that sniper rifles sings in the same range as Yolanda Adams

I know ya mind is backwards, while my nuts stay inside her mouth

Cause when the lights go out I break her (breaker) box on the side of yo' house

My pen game incredible, and to this point I've been a man of patience

Cause they only mention my energy and certain motions that my hands is makin'

Y'all missin' the genius behind it

It's like a Disney movie, cause there's actually a hidden message within my animation

I catch this nigga slippin', in his driver seat, dump fo' in his chest

Then keep shootin' at the right side of the bucket like I can't go to my left

Ya flow is a mess, nigga, run up on me and get yo' ass buckled

I'll let the fo' ring on his face like brass knuckles

We past scuffles, it's prison or death, ain't nothin' next for us

The irony, we don't become holy until bullets exit us (Exodus)

The TEC will bust, these niggas is crazy, they'll hurt ya soul

First they'll appeal you then blow this bitch up, that's birth control

Let's get personal, let's talk about yo' life and how you live it up

Never mind, fuck personals cause personally I don't give a fuck

But I slap niggas in person, per persona and I burst the shell

And I slap yo' bitch then give her purse to my personnel

These bullets personalize every person knows he can't be winnin' wit' 'em

And they know Danny's lyricism is similar to anti-semitism

Cause I seek hidden jewels, who gas these niggas?

Get out my face, once we work out what Hollow cost (Holocaust) he'll come across bent outta shape

I can who you cannot see (Nazi)

You proud of bein' a killer of the PGs?

That's like bein' happy about averaging ten points in the D league

I come to the south side aim at your throat and let the mil' spark twice

Them gon' be the ugliest shots in Chicago since Bill Cartwright

You should've thought twice

I hold the Hawk tight, I'll smoke this bastard

I'ma put rounds all over his body like motion capture

Fuck who's the dopest rapper

This about popularity and all this stupid stuff

If it was about skill we'd be in the conversation with Mook and Lux

So what does this do for us? About 200,000 views

They'll say we sick with pens

Then a Charlie Clips battle gon' come out and everybody gon' be on his dick again

That's why I'm sick within

But etch my legacy with the most gifted men

I'm from an era when it wasn't about performance only yo' spit could win

Listen, we different friend

I'm tryin' to get out the dope game, what I'ma do next?

I seen family's separated by a couple bricks; that's a duplex

Get ya crew stretched

You teamed up with Tay Roc? You gon' ride this man's dick?

I knew niggas weren't loyal after I seen the Verizon man switch

Tay Roc, you think you scarin' us talkin' 'bout squarin' up?

Okay fair enough

Y'all gon' see me throw Roc(k) against the window like I ain't tryin' to wake her parents up

And you on the ground with this shit

Thanks the Lord he ain't got another round of this shit

Yikes!

[Round 3: Young Kannon]

That was cool but I don't think that's enough to get past me hater

Cause you're on cam' tryna Roc(k) climb but I'm the American Gladiator

You told Bigg K, "my crew is like niggas in Italian suits, we got mob ties"

You a bitch tryin' to fit in with the killers, you the mob wives

I'm one of the coldest with the flow jerk

But they say since I do gun bars I don't got a growth spurt

But I break niggas down every battle, watch me show work

Danny a nice guy, nothin' about him says he'll let that fo' burst

You never had the text (TECs) to Boom, that's like you tryin' to expose Surf

Danny said, "For this battle I'ma leave Earth." Oh that's yo' strategy? Challenge me

Well I'm too down to Earth, my bars grounded in reality

And I'ma spit somethin'

Cause there's some bullshit you tried to sweep under the rug that got yo' fans bothered

Like, why you ain't address your DM post and screen shots tryin' to call you a bad father?

Now I know these hoes be trippin', but still I can't respect that shit

All a man's got is his balls, word, rep, that's it

She tried to take all three from you, my nigga

And you ain't do nothin' but accept that shit

You should've deleted that post, called that hoe, and checked that bitch!

Because that type of shit nobody should be seein', right?

But since it got exposed, he ain't defend himself, reply or commented

But a nigga diss Writer's Bloque on another post, and he responded in five minutes!

That's why Vicki got on Facebook shittin' on you

Said you don't take care of home and it's sad to see

This nigga put battle rap fame over his own family

For that, I hope wifey go Waiting To Exhale ya cars and clothes on some goofy shit

Daughter gets pregnant by a fuck nigga that leaves her, stupid bitch

Streets take ya sons, teach him some lost nigga lessons on some ruthless shit

Mr. Miyagi: they'll teach Daniel son how to raise arms and use the kick!

You punk, I never, whoever try get live dump seven

Back shot, have him walkin' like he nine months pregnant

You kiss ass to be accepted but that just ruins ya rep dummy

I'm in L.A. Gear, he gettin' lit up if he step funny

I gotta question, how many of y'all seen that video with Danny lookin' shook when that chick Melissa Benz hugged him?

That's how you know he don't load and clap it

Off that clip alone, Danny be scared to hold the ratchet

Provoke a savage, he on his block bluffin', hit the stop button

When a bullet slip ya mind, it's apparent the four got somethin'

How are you years older than me and I'm puttin' you on game?

Lame Don Demarco, for shit like that we let it bang bang

Two guns named Smack and Beasley

Have ya clique yellin' out "Mayday!"

'Cause two bald heads will get you booked on the main stage

My art official, you artificial

This a rocket launcher to a starter pistol

I slide the razor blade across ya name like the Rawkus symbol

Whether I'm dolo or the crew run wit' me, it's a gun wit' me

Kick from the .23 ain't fake, I ain't Rum Nitty

I been 'bout that hustle shit

Before the nursing home I seen a bunch of grams

You don't wanna dance wit' the 80's, get to runnin' man

Give you K's (UK's), run up in ya palace start buckin' HAM (Buckingham)

Get son shot like a Marley even if he bought the Thunder Dan

If you ask damn Daniel, he swear he 'bout that drug life

But ain't do shit when Rex ran off on the plug twice

I know, I know, I know, another 12K bar, right?

Y'all prolly feelin' like that's a weak move

But in the streets if you get robbed twice by the same nigga it never leaves you

Catch Danny Hennessy'd up, clip him while he scummy

Cause he got fly on his own his own cord like a nigga with a bungie

Before it hit him in his skully, my code: Napoleon

He gon' die no might (Dynomite) when Pedro wiggin' wit' a dummy

A nigga told me, "What if Danny bring goons to try to press you?"

I'm like, "Oh yeah? Well I'm elevators only. I bet not see no stairs (stares)."

That fo' flare, you talk beef but you don't wanna go there

The ratchet act out in public like, "Bitch I can't take yo' ass nowhere!"

Ol' Koopa Troopa lookin' ass nigga I don't play like this

I grind 24/7 everyday like this

And I know he figured he wouldn't get slayed like this

But ya mama should've told you it'd be days like this

South side!