[Round 1: Nunn Nunn]

You can't talk to me about loyalty, you gotta prove it

Man, you done joined so many battle rap teams it's all confusin'

Hell, we suppose to be brothers too, that shit all an illusion

Like the Last Supper, when they made me a plate with God I start to think like a Judas

Now I really pray to the real God, just to prey on a fake God?

Like Adam and Eve that was your first mistake God

Call hisself the Bar who?

He take your name in vain God, I looked up to you

Then realized my idol's a fake God

You better not, fuck up another NOME

I hope you got some shit to say

They said, "Danny always show up to work", right?

Then what happen? He had a sick (Sikh) day

That Sikh shit, was some sick shit, it disturbed me

You ain't Champion Of The Year worthy

You thought JayBlac Snaked you out the belt?

Nah

You just Stumbled into a 30

Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?

(I do!)

You really quit versus Real Sikh and gave us none at NOME

Then in return you got what you deserved

They gave you Nunn at NOME

First off bro, I don't give a fuck how no pyramids built

The solar system or none of that lyrical miracle shit

Cause first off bitch, that don't make you great

If I want a battle rapper to say a bunch of nothin', I'd join a Twitter Space

You know what I think?

E.F.B. got him pumped up really

This ain't the west in the south, you get caught quickly

Ultimate Madness, I go from splittin' ya buck 50

To havin' ya body by the Swamp like Rum Nitty

He ain't no muthafuckin' stepper

He a "Watch where you steppin'"

You ain't no mothafuckin' God, this ain't no mothafuckin' blessin'

Any question?

You'll die any second, cause this rock, it ain't movin' so won't be no resurrection

You 40 plus on your own Grizzly like Abdul Rahim

We ain't tryin' to hear that shit Sharif, quit all that fuckin' preachin'

You was battlin' Lil' Slap...the fuck you teachin'?

How to work like a dog while underachieving?

Danny it's time to retire bro, you got more than reasons

Bitch you been old your whole career like Morgan Freeman

Let me talk to you bro, you need to know this

I'm only battlin' you

Cause when you were callin' out Tsu, that shit was hopeless

When staff wouldn't give God a part in the Wave, I stopped believin' in Moses

You know the sad thang about doin' all of God's work? Nobody noticed

You gotta lose

That "God" shit you gotta prove

You don't slow that shit down in Houston, you gettin' Chopped & Screwed

I'll body you!

You sadly mistaken, I don't know what the fuck you thinkin'

I'll get on some Fonz shit, know who that make him?

NuNu Nellz, cause one punch will have this bitch ass shakin'

Who am I?

It's a lot of clones in my crib

Walk in home, see a lot of kids

Who am I? They never want me to win

Who am I? Battle rappers takin' my money again?

Who am I? I have yet to get my respect

Who am I? Every battle it's a minimal check

Who am I? I ain't make a Summer Madness yet

Who am I? Hell, to tell you the truth they done put a Parallel Universe right in from of you

And I don't need personals, we ain't gotta get into shit

I look my mother in the eyes and seen what addiction is

Bro, half my family did drugs

If I said some shit 'bout yours I'd be a hypocrite

Now this the realest shit, cause I do him greasy

Soley, I don't fuck with co-d's

Only time I'm slidin' a DM; when I'm lonely

I think Dan's a real good actor, like Tony

But Myers (Meyers) put me (meat) in a pack? That's Bolognese

They ain't want me on NOME, that I would half ass

Crazy

When it was time for God to time, I took the backlash, well that's trash

Cause right now it's a freestyle in ya dumb ass head

And the rebuttal gon' be the best part of ya round, cause it's some shit I already said

[Round 1: Danny Myers]

This bitch nigga came with that Morgan Freeman shit, that plan was odd

But Morgan Freeman came to show Bruce Almighty that the black man is God

Bar God!

Nigga said, he don't care about me rappin' about pyramids, I can't respect you fool

After centuries of white washing black Egyptian history I wouldn't expect you to

Most these fans, didn't even want you to rhyme on this card

So it was those same exact pyramids that have you aligned with stars

Bars!

That chopped and screwed shit? That was cute

I'm the god of shootin', bullets hit his neck and get lodged into it

The next time you try to chop and screw- I'll let my auto' tune (autotune) it!

Bar God!

{Danny jumps in the crowd!}

The chopper shot, make his car Transform like an Autobot

But this Nicaraguan Glock, doin' a Lil' Flip, it's an 'Exotic Pop"

That's the .40, the .9 for ya big homie

Oh it's just you, 'My Mind Playing Tricks On Me"

I got niggas from Bushwick, callin' me like, "Nunn Nunn ain't gon' kill you, will he (Willie) D?"

Knowin' that if a feather hit me, and killers on demand

So he'll get more than a Scarface if anything close to Cloverland

I'm from the ghetto (Geto) Boy

They got the battle of the red beards

Bitch you look up to me like a father figure

They got a god and a Nun(n) together like Catholicism

But the problem with him, I’m a professional, even in a confessional, I’ll outbox you

How could a Nun(n) fuck with anyone when you vowed not to?

Aye, I owe you (AIOU) a punch

It’s a vowel knot too

I’ll pile drive you

Leave this stage blood filled, with Nunn killed from all mags

With Smack in the middle of the murder, it’s a drug deal, gone bad

It’s no competition

I done wrote the most GOAT compositions this whole time of livin’

Turn you to a ghost kinda, ya soul live, but ya protons diminished

Robot precision, come off the leg with some shit look like I’m holdin’ Voltron meniscus

Then .45 the witness

Nah! Fuck that!

I’ll let the gauge bomb you

I'll go through you to get to the nigga behind you, I’ll liaison you

I put the gun to his rib, he reached to snatch it, but tried hesitant

When it comes to murder I’m excellent, I time tested it

They at the autopsy tryna figure what happened, their mind desolate

Once the DNA from the cage match, they’ll realize he died wrestlin'

Bar God!

When they talk about Danny, they say he Yoda, don’t play me soldier

I’ll bring the Navy over from the Middle East with, the piece with the Israeli odor since he thinks he’s Ray Liotta

You good fella (Goodfellas), don’t you know I kill esteem?

There’s No Escape from the Revolver I’ll put you in A Field Of Dreams

Wait, wait, Ray Liotta was in (Goodfellas), No Escape, Revolver and A Field Of Dreams

And still it’s seems

My block like Vietnam today, ain’t no peace like Namaste, bystanders get hit when Llamas spray

I’ll kill you on accident in front of yo’ mother, you see the pain that mamas take (my mistake)?

This how I operate, a gun fight with me? You don’t wanna chance that

Get hand straps

Why go to war with a Tommy? Vice City the only time we saw Lance Black

You know what’s crazy about that game flow?

Niggas think life is GTA but that’s what got Nun(n) in front of a Saints Row

My veins froze, aim cold, up the .4, The Big Bang, then blood rush the floor

They gone find proof of existence where Nunn (none) was before

I done been to fuckin’ war

Shootouts, I ain’t gotta exaggerate

I won’t lie, a full clip, will leave everything under his fabric ate (fabricate)

Let me elaborate

I’ll wave the stick, lighting bolt on ya head, I will Dumbledore you

This a clear 30, I'll 'Hit Em Up' at the end if I Stumble toward you

That Parallel shit? I was the one rhymin’ to do it first

How they got The Nun(n) versus the man the be Conjuring universe

You open up this portal, you risk to die

When the smoke clear I killed my own son, he Mystified

This is God, Mr. Underdog, beat Danny on NOME and be a hero

Smack, you brought me to Houston, gave me Nunn (none), but couldn’t get me Zero

Bitch you’se a weirdo

You white boys say anything to the fans for the clout

You been tryna get me, you was planning it out

Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?

(I do!)

He told Charron, he wore a Confederate flag on Civil War, I watched that shit land in the house

And here you are, another white man tryin' to kill a black man in the south

That’s why them hammers is out!

I catch you with yo’ bitch I’ll let the homie paint the-

Floor from laminate to Rosewood when the .40 ache her (acre)

And a mule, my first threesome was a scary sight

I was in a motel with my baby mama and a brick, and both them bitches carry life

This was every night, hustlin' under the full moon I was stuck in the grind

Witchcraft, I knew me and my source’ll re-up (sorcery) at this time

I got connected with the Mexicans, you was in English class tryin' to write a verse that’s fly

I was writing a Esse (essay), now my portfolio diversified

Fuck being intimidated, you know what you in the midst of facin’?

Triggers blazin’, I'll have you in situations where doctors operatin with scissors raisin’

In this instance, it's like you in the kitchen with chicken bakin’

And it’s seasoned, for some reason they all feel you didn't make it

The fifth is bangin’, don't talk about don’t talk about heaters clappin’

Only time I seen a Nun(n) with a gun, was Ben Affleck in The Town…and he was actin'

You see what’s happenin’?

You getting on this card was done in faith

I nearly died from being real sick (Sikh), so they gave me a Nun(n) as prey (pray)

It's too late for you to run away

And he on the ground with this shit

This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit

Yikes!

[Round 2: Nunn Nunn]

First off, I'm proud to be a guest in this culture, I'm glad I'm able to get my respect

And I'm not tryin' to kill a black man in the south, Dan', we up here gettin' a check

Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?

(I do!)

You said some bullshit to Charron and it was some uselessness

You wanna know the reason why I had to expose Charron for why he should've been Banned?

Cause you didn't do this shit!

I told you his freestyle was gonna be the best part of his round

And see, y'all thought that shit was odd

If he's the black man that's God, like Morgan Freeman, I think y'all should give it up

Cause if he is a black man like God like Morgan Freeman, well y'all gon' have to mop this shit up

And I don't give a fuck

Yeah, and I freestyled a freestyle!

Yikes!

I ain't like the sound of that shit

He called me a "wack MC"? I should pull a pound on you bitch

We have a shootout, I'll duck down and hit the ground with the shit

And pop up like, "Bitch! I got a whole 'nother round in this shit!"

Now I'm the coolest white boy in Houston to get it poppin' for real

I'm talkin' smoother than Paul Wall, how rockin' (rock in) ya grill

When I'm not gonna chill

I ain't fake wit' it

And where I stay ain't safe livin'

They celebratin' murder every year, like it was Thanksgiving

He ain't gettin' it

Not for nothin', Bar God when the gods talk you are not amongst it

You couldn't become Lighter Lux so you became a whiter Lux? That shit disgustin'

I feel like Kevin with the family, let's have a heart (Hart) to heart (Hart) discussion

All this rappitty rap you lackin' Common Sense and

You ain't even conscious of it

So when y'all ask, "Why they give Nunn to a Myers? It's just...we don't see none (Nunn) to admire."

Bitch, I hate you worse than Ike P

(That's a lot of hate)

Real shit, I hope you get Wack Bar Of The Week for every bar that you said

After this, I wouldn't even like P, that shit ain't worth the bread

You remember Mike P?

On his bullshit, psst, he ain't heard what I said

You can never be the GOAT, we seen your 'Thriller' with Mike and watched you turn up dead

But y'all prefer the lies (fertilize) like that shit can grown

It's manure, trash, basuda

All this wack shit in L.A., sound like rumors

Shoutout J Prince, this for the trappers/shooters

With the yay' (Ye) and the Drac' (Drake) in Houston like Free Larry Hover

I doubt you, got anything mapped out

You ain't a legend

Same shit I told Quest

Any questions?

You got sick (Sikh) and tried to make a wish, how depressin'

You thought Surf would help you Stumble into money but you will never get it

You battled them other white boys, we can't award (A. Ward) you winnin'

Your little battle rap skill

They extort you with it

Your battle rap career, awful, isn't it?

Like a New York apartment, shit ain't worth the cost of livin'

Now when you steppin', it ain't magical, he's status quo

These legends don't want to battle you, you ain't valuable

Figure that'll be (data) be outta range it's understandable

So why fire (Wi-Fi) on you if you ain't even compatible

Now when they laughed at you

I felt designated to clean it up, go to bat for you

I thought you happened to win, but I judged it the worst, that sound like Calicoe

Now I don't know, how you "deserve" Danny Myers, I disregard it

Smack, be honest, I could've got these same three for cheap at Gates Of The Gates

He just talkin'

(I guarantee you he battlin' there tomorrow)

I'm better than every veteran I'm lined with?

Why bitch? It's my shit

And they be seasoned (seizing) for nothin' like when the Feds can't shit

Now watch this

The Bar God will meet God, not an obstacle

Know what my Houston method is (Methodist) ? Put this bitch in a hospital

I ain't gotta use, personals, like a low life, that ain't my way, with all this drive in Houston, I tend (I-10) to take the high way (highway)

This my day!

Don't see the Nunn type in NOME that's what I oughta correct

Cause I seen "none" when I typed in "NOME"and my autocorrect

Y'all can check

Respect, the south relate to this, watch who you playin' with

I take offense, you can't save your bitch

I grab your mil' (meal) out the boot and start cookin' ya boo, Dan (boudin) on some Cajun shit

Now who you think a bitch?

Let's take it further

If we scrap for money, I'll steal yo' shit, like a Cadillac converter

I got away with murder

Who got the juice now?

You ain't feelin' it?

But you are like O.J. Simpson cause with them freestyles you limited

You don't get your bars from killin' shit

You get your bars from stealin' shit

Now go ahead and steal some shit

It's Nunn man

[Round 2: Danny Myers]

I don't know, hehe, that shit was alright

But this bitch nigga gotta go

Nigga talkin' 'bout Cajuns, spicy food, so I kicked in his do', shot his mama and his papa tho' (Pappadeaux)

But you did a- the nigga just did a "Wi-Fi computer scheme"

You thought that was gonna impress me? Please

I know niggas in hot spots on tethers, sellin' raw that'll (data) put the fiends in the clouds when they pressin' keys (ki's)

I am the GOAT!

Aye, I don’t want to call you a culture vulture, I don’t thank that’s cool

Predictable Nunn think he's calculated and he ain’t that smooth

Waited ‘til I lost to Real Sikh, straight facts too

But don’t vultures wait for something to die before they make that move?

Don’t get it twisted, you been puttin' in work, yeah bro

But you’re only here cause I said “Yes” and Surf said “No”

The term "top tier", should be changed to “The fuckin’ runners”

That’s why when I got in position I gave shots to the up and comers

Bitch you know what I did for this culture? I battled all the OGs And set the mold for what the young MC’s become

And what the fuck has he done? None (Nunn) of thee above

I gave y’all sinister similes, wizardry, a summary of guns

And the what the fuck has he done? None (Nunn) of thee above

I battled on the biggest league to the smallest companies with love

And what the fuck has he done? None (Nunn) of thee above

I battled on roof tops, basketball courts, underneath the slums

And what the fuck has he done? None (Nunn) of thee above!

Fuck that, chin shot, his spirit floating, now he’s “Nunn (none) Of Thee Above”

How you don’t believe in God?

I spit with the passion to build religions with?

I sacrificed all that I had and that’s when you benefit

A lifetime of madness concealed in my penmanship

The only false prophet (profit) is the fact I give y’all the maximum and get the minimum

You wanna box then do something? I’ll punch you dead in yo’ fuckin’ gums and knock a tooth from it

If I’m the one that jabbed you the Zab Judah Kosta Tsu punches

He ain’t know base led (lead) into gold? I got the style for this

How the white boy gon' give me the beats? I’m The Alchemist

I’m instrumental…to you getting bigger stacks

I’ll come to Wilson, Sig' with the switched attached

I'll shoot you, then point it at ya family in the midst of that

In other words, I'll black on Nun(n), let it sing, then watch how your Sister Act

I got the gift of rap, y’all know how I came up with that “Time Machine” bar?

Only the treacherous’ll get me

I watched a Rollin’ Crip load up a 1911 in the 60’s

Miss me…with the fuck shit, I’m with the action, raw passion

Pull up, catch him on his block, we all clappin’

He on the ground, body shakin’ as cars passin’

Paramedics already knew he had bars, they said, “What he doin’?"

”SPAZZIN’!”

Ask him, I ain’t flip "Lance: a lot (Lancelot), but a chance a Glock comin’ to the stage

‘Cause I learned from them fairy tales, when you’re the King, None (Nunn) could pull a blade

It was nights I was ‘round tables (Knights Of The Round Table), full of scales, we took a chance with crack

Women who could’ve pushed the envelope was giving up their stamps for that

Y’all be going postal, shit my friends not focused with

From the sandbox we watched niggas sell rocks broke and shit

I got a job at UPS, my bro said he can get two mil on his man block throwin’ bricks

Ironic, now he gets three meal (mil') a day through a mail slot opening

Of course it’s hell

The same niggas he let borrow his Jordan 11’s chose to wear mics (Mikes) on 'em and report to 12

Your corpse will smell

I control the force with my mind’s dojo

He won’t know if it’s Dragon Ball or Star Wars…I can go Han(d) (Gohan) Solo

I stab him with a low blow, and get to cuttin’ ‘til he drip out

This bitch cut every man off like her husband finna get out

Another stab, then another stab, look at the insanity I’m doin’

Then I cut ‘til I see the white meat (meet) like your family reunion

Danny keep improvin’

You on the ground with this shit

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

Yikes!

[Round 3: Nunn Nunn]

Y'all just let this weird ass dude mix Dragonball Z with Star Wars

That shit was ass as fuck!

Bitch, you mixing Star Wars and Dragonball Z? Well you 'bout to take a sky walk when I put yo' ass in the Trunk

Fuck is up?!

Put that in ya fuckin' recap!

Y'all reactin' to every pussy ass, fuck ass, Sister Act bar that anybody ever said

That shit ain't never been good to me

You know what I think every time I hear a Sister Act bar?

(What?)

Whoopi

I said, Aye Danny!

Hahahaha

It's another third round at NOME

Let's let a pen decide this

Last third round at NOME, when you put your pen aside is

When you got sick (Sikh) in the body for nothin' like appendicitis

We seen Sikh was rhymin', you took a dive

Then we got less than two thirds, I couldn't even simplify it

He had no guidance Smack

At Chris Brown house, he wasn't invited

On Caffeine, you know how hard I find it?

If you knew Drake was watchin'

That you, Honestly, Never minded

Changed your style and I never hate it

He even tried to be (B.) Dot, the God just never Elevated

Obviously

This God narrative, I do not believe

When Troy put you to war like Achilles, all these myths 'bout God was really odd to see (Odyssey)

I do not believe

You out here quittin'?

Like 8 Mile?

You not embarrassed

You takin' half off your battles? You think you Clarence?

That GOAT shit you used to cherish?

That tune'll (Tuna) never be the same like Big Terrance

Let's talk about it

A terrorist, I'll punch this bitch

Dare E.F.B. to move an inch

I'll get Tru Foe and Gotti on some stupid shit

Ms. Hustle like me more than you so she ain't gotta nothin' to do with this

Ave done let Fonz steal his whole sound to the point he can't use the shit

Uselessness

Far as Nitty? He took a shot at me, in y'all rematch, I know he seen a threat

You said "the king of rematches" Smack?

But I've been waitin' since Banned and I ain't seen it yet

Now y'all believe in that? Well this bugged out life ain't animated when slugs talk

I'll have him passenger side with Suge for the thug talk

Laid out, good (Goodz) & easy (Eazy) that's the drug talk

The Kyd Slade on life support, that's the plug talk

You better duck the fuck off, changin' spots, you ain't safe for blocks

I'll put a shotty to his body, when this gauge is cocked

I'll have him close to the 12, and make his Neighborhood Watch

Facts

They said I don't belong here

Damn ?

I done fucked up every name y'all ever gave me, at this point, I AM Smack

(Danny The Myers!)

I proved wrong everybody that doubted him

Soon as I land (Island) in Houston like Galveston

Got the big baby close, look like I'm coddlin'

Get a shot and Danny no longer cognitive

That mean you ain't gettin' none (Nunn) back like you was audited

Legend who? Tell the truth, I don't know 'bout him

You went from a Sideline Story to havin' an Off Season, that sound like Cole albums

What's a God to a non-believer?

We ain't into fictions

This gon' put an end to God like Hinduism

Bro I'm a serial killer in prison, and every sentence death

You are not a muthafuckin' god, this old rapper just got the Lord, Finesse

Now I guess, I'm a Cast Away from Wilson, you see that blood on my palm?

I am not the one

I gotta spell it out for you?

You will be non existent if you start with none (Nunn)

And you on the ground with this shit

Man, thank the Lord he ain't got another round of this shit

[Round 3: Danny Myers]

Yo, we both in Hunger Gamez, right?

Now we need to be in another circle

Cause the one thing I did learn from Whoopi was to beat a white bitch to The Color Purple

Now there are those that do this

And there are those that are born to do this

Bar God!

I get on this stage and do miracles

I threw the hardest punch, and Nunn (none) caught it, I’m too lyrical

I’m through hearin’ you, claim you’re the man to stop me

Alien pen, and they got "Nunn" in the middle of the "Anunnaki"

Can you copy? They played you in that tournament, you got a nice flow

Then I heard you tell your friends that "The Black Rob", and I was like 'Whoa'

If them men would've played me for a hundred k, I would've been like, "What's happening?"

But instead, them niggas robbed Nunn (none), they was just practicing

Shit's tragic when, you got a temporary crown

You went from being in a bracket now you cemetery bound

Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?

(I do!)

If them niggas robbed me like what happened with Sheed, it'd be obituaries found

But Sheed Happens to be the reason this Calico gone give him every round!

You know what type of guilt I carry 'round?

It's like my mind just storing-

Memories of nights hustlin' in the times I flourished

My whole family went to prison

So is it a generational curse if (cursive) I signed up for it?

Your words don't connect with me, the respect differs

I collect figures

And ran the best dog through the tunnel like West Minster

I'm from the West mister

Where gangs rule and a gun'll clap

You tell em you don't bang Blood or Crip, they ain't tryna hear none (Nunn) of that

When I run it back, it reminds me of working the curb

'Cause I been servin' him all crack from the 1st to the 3rd

The .4 explode

He on the ground suffering, then a couple Taps out of sympathy, it’s re-Morse code

Poor soul, knife on me, you soft partna

Y'all finna see me put this white bitch on the blade like Sauce Walka

Y'all thought the, mission was to kill me and he can get it done?

A bench warmer versus a man that can rap with Kendrick Nunn?

Last NOME, I let y'all down

Y'all didn't look proud

Shoulda been Champion Of The Year, all the other battles I shook crowds

American History X'd me out, forgot about my good rounds

This the part where I make this white boy bite the curb and put my foot down

Look how, fate just played into the shit I said

Or should I say, Final Destination where the victims lead

We can see your name is preordained when it's gettin' read

The Sig' blew, I put bullets in you (NU) an' (N) you (U) end up dead

If in his head I misspelled his name the kid wildin'

I been violent, silencer on the gun, so the ends (N's) silent

Where my plates at?

Huh?

Who gone retire me?

Lux last performances don't inspire me

Daylyt (Daylight) a by product of the sun, he ain't as high as me

Surf keep duckin', they name a price, he make a higher fee

We know the writers need more time to conspire, we-

Know the riot he gone bring to battle for notoriety

Smack only fuckin' with Nunn for more variety

You only punch outta fear

Smack, I request a trade, can we please get A Ward, and get Nunn Nunn the fuck outta here

Summer Madness coming, they know how hard I worked for this

What’s my last line? Oh yeah, Surf’s a bitch!

Bar God!

And he on the ground with this shit

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

Yikes!