[Round 1: Real Sikh]

Fuck you think this is? Ain't no regular battle bitch

Spit your little gun bars old man, I'll crack ya shit

Ain't tryin' to hear no racist bars, my thoughts militant

Christopher Columbus, you got the wrong Indian

What's this problem you got?

I run with a pocket rocket, dumpin' a couple shots, pop him and his body'll drop

I'll even shoot at ya spirit as it rise to the top

And put a grip on ya soul (sole) like hospital socks

Holdin' twins in Danny's house like then Olsen bitches

Get bucks to ya mom and pops, support ya local business

Make fun of my people's accent, you'll sound like you're rollin' wit' them

Crack ya jaw now you speakin' in broken English

Blood'll pour, can't run or walk

Have him slumped on the floor gettin' punched all on

Tryin' to say "bye" to ya kids I'll get one more off

He won't gеt to reach his phone, I guess that's uncallеd for

No respect for the legends

Said that ever since I read the second amendment I kept a registered weapon

The best of the freshmen

You 'bout to see the New Era cap-o era, like Eddie from Tekken

You know that I'm Jersey

Fortified the coast to my mercy

Don't wanna die go inside early

Hold a Glock sturdy, extended clip in there

Like a young millionaire, it's loaded by 30

Sendin' him into the sky, get him a ticket to die

Ready to get a Beretta you dead if I lift it and fire

On a mission to find existence of God

I'll get you to switch to the Sikh religion just to send you to mine

Hope to fight fair, you gon' get nightmares

Chrome to his dome now he want his life spared

I know he type scared

Ironic, while he keep tellin' me to "stop", I'ma hold it right there

Eagle; cost me some bread

When you see the triangle hold, it's an arm and a leg

I bought it for this nerd

He at the door then I'ma skkeert

Origami; I bend the corner with the bird

I heard, for Champion Of The Year you in discussion

But did a bunch of one rounders, shit is nothin'

I show up to Champion with his ashes, then dump it, like, "How's he the front runner in this race? He gettin' dusted."

You battle so much, I thought my N.O.M.E. shot could've

Got fucked up so I put a

Sniper in a stand by ya crib just in case you did not pull up

Cause if he ain't show up to the date, it would've got stood up

You the Figure of Figeroa?

I figure ya weak, be too disfigured to speak, now you a figure of speech

He the best? I ain't worried 'bout that

So what if he the GOAT, my people make curry out that

Fuck that streak! Fuck that streak!

Hurry out back, I'll knock you off ya feet at alarming speed

After a jab you already on the street corner sleep

I lead with the left, honestly that's all I need

Cause the lead cause of death like heart disease

Talk is cheap, start runnin' away, I'm not comin' to play

I'm pumpin' the gauge

I'll knock you to next week but you die from it today

So I knock you to last week with a Shotgun to ya face

Speakin' of, you should get a Caffeine award

Last week I saw, you win again on the app with the scores

Got revenge on Suge, hit the back of the board

Jersey down, I gotta put us back on the board

Jersey!

[Round 1: Danny Myers]

I'm 'bout to turn this shit into a whore lobby

Bitch, you gettin' folded for that paper, that's origami

And, that little bad bitch we was gettin' lit on the beach

Couldn't hear her, what she was sayin' with my dick in her mouth, but that's just a figure of speech

'Bout to kill this nigga in a hurry, talkin' 'bout curry

It's so ironic, I'm 'bout to 30 a Jersey

Bar God!

He reps his religion in his name, comin' off like this righteous guy

They said this motherfucker can't be beat, well I'd like to try

He writes all these lyrical rhyme patterns, I can go twice as high

I ain't see an Indian depend on a flow since Life Of Pi

You might just die

You goin' to the afterlife

They gave a GOAT to an Indian after all that I sacrificed?

I'll stab him twice, slash him for no reason

He losing consciousness, [?] of cohesion

Grab a bat then go Negan

Shatter his bone with half of his dome bleedin'

Splash him, shatter his dome, smash it both leakin'

Grab the fo' squeezin' and keep shootin' 'til he The Last Of The Mohicans

I'm mad that this hoe breathin'

His skin will have lashes and mo' legions

Dragged this bitch from summer to spring then smashed at the Fo' Seasons

I've mastered the mold, from the stash of the most recent

I've got an unfoldable contraction

{Stumbed}

I've mastered the mold, from the stash of the most recent

I've got an unfoldable contraction attached to the pole

Fiber optic tactical scope gives me optimal ratchet control defense

Is this an elaborate hoax?

A practical joke?

Is there an actual quote that you have wrote that catapults you to the status of GOAT even?

I had a dream I was talking to a statue of gold demons

They told me that you would join then and that's when ya soul leavin'

This is the rapture, behold heathen

I get up close, then lift it on you, this .38 bulldog is my religion and I'ma sic (Sikh) it on you

These people wanna get to know you

The race angle? I didn't wanna stretch the joint

But when non black people be good at black people shit, black people give 'em extra points

This is our culture

You studied the elements I presume

Since they brought a Street Fighter to an Indian let me address the elephant in the room

We built this off life struggle and pain bars

While Sikhs were being taught in the ways of Guru, I was listening to GangStarr

We bang ours, you'll be dead in the street, they'll have to dance around it

Paramedics saw the way his headwrap was knocked off and couldn't wrap they heads around it

This a battle you won't edge a round it

It's like they got you verse a true trick

Cause I will Gucci purse [?] bitch to hide the Uzi that I persecute wit'

But I fuck Indian women too

Like yo' bitch

I was strokin' to crack that

My fingers look like you pop the hood on somebody car and don't know where the latch at

Bar God!

These niggas know what the slogan is

This that get yo' shirt wet, Hulk Hogan shit

Even if you ate the big pole

The fifth blow, from this close, to keep goin'

Knock you back yo' shoulder length

Get yo' soldiers bitch, just know that I tote pistols

The rifle communicates from long distance, but that's what the smoke signals

You don't want no issue

The body builder, get his body stretched

Have a gem in his headwrap like Hadji from Johnny Quest

{chokes}

[Danny] I lost the round streak

[Sikh] Yeah it's over, the streak over

[Round 2: Real Sikh]

Alright, y'all ever see the list he makes on his Twitter page?

Shit is great

He always puts himself amongst the biggest names

He be like, "Who the best rappers? Rakim and Kane

Danny Myers, Em and Jay"

Best wrestlers: Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold, Danny Myers, Triple H

Best TV Shows: The Wire, Danny Myers, Prison Break

Best Female Rappers: Remy Ma, Danny Myers, Ms.-" wait

You begged ya whole career to get here

You finally got in when the end is near

To you? This a milestone

To me this my freshman year

You was born in 1980, in '94 I was born in New Jersey

Don't get mad if you get 3-0'd, 40 is the new 30!

Said you started rappin' in '92? I can see ya age

The sad part is, far as your second half, you get an equal rate as me today

You treat the game like a 9 to 5 but barely got paid over time (overtime)

You passed 40 h(ours) shouldn't be the same

You behind every rapper you be on the block wit'

Whatchu even accomplish?

Start rappin' when 'No Vaseline' was a hot diss and Eazy had got sick

30 years later you battled Eazy then got Sikh

You in the category with guys that's past they normal prime

Hang with the youth cause you don't like actin' 45

Just be glad you old and die

'Member when you had your whole life in front of you? Now it's 'bout to flash before ya eyes

Stop saying "Bar God", you ain't the god of shit

You havin' problems with no names but you gon' body Sikh?

I'm tired of this

Your record on some Islamic shit

Cause you killin' rappers is a lie (Allah) since I only seen God body 5%

Llama grip, I'ma flip this into the Gaza strip

You launchin' ya merch next week, right? I'ma rock ya shit

Ya IG? "Molotov Myers"

Well they say what I got bottled up is cut from a cloth that's on fire

The fade you owe me ain't for no reason, paid the whole fee

Have you lookin' like a crazy coke fiend

Treat ya face like stadium home seats after breakin' yo' teeth

Cause I hit the upper row and make ya nose bleed

If Danny like his family life he shouldn't plan to fight

You the Bar God? Well I'm the guy who's hands is nice

Right now you see one Sikh, but if I land a strike

You gon' see three Sikhs (six) like the Anti-Christ

I know you live by ground rules with high values

Bitch I'll slap every element of hip hop out you

Ya writtens got triggers poppin' I'll make you switch to conscious

Knock out ya wisdom tooth now you spittin' knowledge

This is my shit!

When I find him I'm finna chop him, Vina Lago conditions

He gettin' spinned when I spot him

You win a lot with my city

When I heard what you called Shotgun it ain't sit right wit' me

Bring a knife to a gun fight, keep stabbin' him

Don't pull a strap, I react different

Cause the blade will come out clean like you went to a rehab clinic

But if I see a trigger I'ma relapse wit' it

I'm stylistic

Heard ya child stripped to make a sound livin'

You told Suge you got the pole out swingin', I'm wild different

She allow tips my cal' (cow) give it

You taught to treat a body like a temple, I'ma bow in it

You on a round streak, only from rappin'

Bro, my whole class on a streak, closin' up caskets

They noticed ya talent in an era that was created by me vs. Jey in Ultimate Madness

Thank me off it

You even joined the second version of a tournament that we started

I need homage for that

We fathered ya path

This ya first N.O.M.E. too? You might as well be part of the class

Take a time out

Before we got it poppin' they ain't care about ya crazy wild style

Without a rookie you ain't break no high ground

Like Botox you need a shot with a new face to be raising eyebrows

To put it in a way ya old ass will understand

You ain't never gonna be nice

You a pack of cheese without the corners, you ain't never gon' be a slice

Yikes!

Jersey!

[Round 2: Danny Myers]

They lined him up to get this goofy killed

Against a man who is truly skilled

Soon as I do this motion, picture me makin' this a movie Real (reel)

You're all projection

Ya flow ain't what you said it is

Now that we frame by frame I can focus on the negatives

We almost relatives

I can leave you proof, Sikh's live by the 5 K's

We do too!

Look where I can lead you to

I got a lineage to discover

This nigga toy with me, I put an Indian In The Cupboard

Y'all seen that movie, it was famous, right?

Well it's gonna be the same tonight

Cause it was me takin' you off the shelf that gave you light

We can fade tonight

We can match, right handers, keep it crack

He'll slide down the window, smearing blood, I left his streak intact

{chokes}

[Danny] I'm just tired bro

{The crowd and Sikh encourage Danny to "run it back"}

[Danny] Nah man. I just ain't got it today

[Sikh] I don't want it like that man. C'mon

[Danny] Nah...I got the crazy...that's crazy. Go 'head man. Go 'head

[Smack] Aight, last round it's on you Sikh. Let's get it

[Sikh] C'mon man. I apologize

[Danny] Don't do that. It wasn't yo' fault

[Sikh] Yeah, yeah, yeah...no, no, no. My third crazy, that's all

[Round 3: Real Sikh]

I said yo!

While y'all think his pen is amazin', to the writers, he's still a level behind

Y'all gonna agree in a second aight, just think of this question of mine

"What makes an incredible line?"

It's not just the punch, it's the setup you rhyme

And his don't make sense 75% of the time

You told Nitty, "triangle at his forehead like a widow's peek"...fire

But the setup was, "I'll make ya kiddos leak"

Listen, nobody talks like that

You could've used, "pillow sheets", "trill OG"

Danny, if you really pulled out and made "kiddos leak"

You wouldn't have fuckin' 10 of them fightin' for a window seat

You told Verb you'd take his bitch and had a bar about Lu Alcindor

What y'all think he rhymed with "Lu Alcindor"?

Maybe, "Who'll buy dinner"

Or since it's basketball, "bein' in a shootout with her"

Nope! He said, "Ya cool gal tender"

Nobody talks like that!

That ain't substance you makin' up shit

Ya setups sound like you got Tourettes

A lot of fuck shit, forget the entertainment

You gotta know ya pen is basic

See you might be the Bar God, but you the Setup Satan

See, he's shakin' his head, he knows

He don't think he's Setup Satan, even if he read the endin' pages of the Bible he wouldn't have that Revelation

That ain't God mode, you not close to best

That's why most the vets

Put you on the side show with them

Random bars and your rhymes over stretched

Of course your Universe is Parallel, the lines don't connect

This a 30!

They said every angle witchu, I had nothing to plan with

Like I hate when they bring up ya kids, cause they don't talk about the ones you abandoned

You meet a new kid at every events

But you ain't find them, they had to look for you

And hit you up on your social media like they was bookin' you

If you one of his lost kids, you gotta request his business team

Can't call, hit his IG, then you get to meet, you treat them like little leagues

The message is, they shouldn't have to hit Danny Myers DM initially

This whole time, we was on the side of

You takin' on battles to provide for ya kids to grow up proper

Come to find out ya son only got to know his father through a screen

Brings a new meaning to phone provider

Even if he got a deceitful mom, did you even try to meet him prior?

Why you braggin' that battle raps the only way that he could find ya

I guess cause you spend every weekend inside a plane you thought you'd get points for being on frequent fliers

Let me remind ya

This so bad they don't even wanna react anymore

Let me remind ya, parenting is a constant need

Instead of solving when he lost his seeds

All his deep thoughts went into bars and beats

And not kids, see, you focusing on the wrong 16s

That money you gave Rex ain't no major L

The loss is abandoning your kids, you played yourself

Could've gave them help with grades and raised them well

Fuck 12K, you should've been with ya kids K through 12!

Why you rap 'bout grippin' tools, I don't think that shit fit you

If you would pass the pistol, you would know the impact a kick do

How the silencer have to get screwed, what a mag go into

But you abandon kids, I expect you to have attachment issues

I said this to Mike but you who it applies to

You brought your slogan to life, your son was beside you

Like you believe in a Parallel- I do

And now when you got him through high school

Stayin' with his mom dukes, he ain't have to be introduced to this culture to find you

He ain't have to watch your battles to see how ya mind moves

Life never got ruined

You're the one he confined to

And ya third round with Hollow wasn't the first time you cried to him

I knew, that would sting a lot

I hope ya kids'll watch so they can listen why you didn't try

The next list you got should be "Worst Parents" and put ya name in the spot

Between Charlie Clips' father The Fresh Prince's pops

I'm on that Jersey shit

That goin' all out shit

Real Sikh and I'm the problem that you want rounds with?

You supposed to put in work but that's wrong now bitch

Cause you can't show up to work when you call out Sikh (sick)!

Jersey!

[Smack] Let's give it up for Real Sikh y'all. Ya heard? Last round-

[Danny] Nah

[Smack] For real?

[Danny] Nah, I can't stomach through it. I ain't even spittin' it bro

[Smack] For real?

[Danny] Yeah we out

[Smack] Aight, yo so that's Danny-

[Sikh] You don't got anything? C'mon man? You don't got anything?

[Danny] Nah, I got it but...it's crazy too-

[Sikh] You got somethin' bro

[Danny] Nah, cause I'ma stumble through the shit. My mind just ain't there right now man. It's just...I apologize man. I apologize. He did his thing. Real Sikh 3-0 with the body bag. And that's that man. Cause I don't even wanna stumble through it

[Sikh] Gotchu. Gotchu

[Smack] Let's give it up Danny Myers. Let's give it up for Real Sikh