BDot - Danny Myers vs. B Dot lyrics

[Round 1: Danny Myers] First of all, I need you to go get me some chips and bring my change back. Go bring my change back ‘cause you gon' never get my sh** back Yo, I put the beam on these self-righteous n***as, f** B Dot You'll think this n***a changde his name the way that he'll see dots Nah, f** these gun bars, I ain't come here to spark this n***a When you're in front of a false prophet, you're supposed to talk to n***as Don't you roll with Brother Polight, An ignorant n***a that promotes polygamy? How you gon' lead us when you're a slave to another man's bigotry? Peep the imagery, a fake n***a posing as a dear leader Versus Black Jesus that can turn the water to sangria You don't want it with these bars, you don't want it with these hands either I bet he'll break up after a first land like Pangaea You come across as a social political activist But you're just using raps to tap into n***as' pockets like Aktive is I ain't gon' lie, that the sh** you be talking sound good, you be preaching, Dot But I brainstormed under my mental umbrella, you be reaching, dot You try to force feed us your views on right and wrong through writing songs But on October, Reecee went to the Million Man March and you didn't ride along See this first round, I'll counteract the key to your plan But by the third, I put one in your pineal gland You battled Fiji, Stricc, a freestyle Daylyt, now you're facing D Myers You finally stepped up to a plus, now you'll see where B mind is Your neck, that's just something for me to hack at For these dead presidents, I'll leave this preacher's head in a backpack You want this crown of the West, here, n***a, put on both of my shoes You ever been to New York in front of a thousand n***as hoping you lose? You ever defended this coast to the point you let a gat blast? It's funny you talk all this slave sh**, but I'm the one talking the backlash I got on a Dallas Stars hockey jacket, banana clip tucked, I'm ‘bout to joog his a** You'll see the crescent moon come from under the Star like the m**m flag Bar God, I laid the blueprint for the West, but he is an offender clearly This gun is the schematics to leave any n***a injured near me You can't even trust the n***as that follow you, that's what Jesus apostles proved I'm over top of you, Aristotle view The chopper fused his molecules with fossil fuels I'm confused, it's not for views, Let's rationalize, B Any time you're writing God, you're supposed to capitalize G Silent [?] is [?] He said, “n***a, f** a metaphor” Now I'm in the hood riding with a Panther like Skeletor Charles Burly, I ain't want to get these guns involved But if I meet you at the crossroads, and after, you'll be missing this uncle Charles They're crazy if they think I ain't a legend, they even use my age as reference This is facial recognition, technology on an ancient weapon It'll give his chin a new identity like a Asian wedding I won't come at you with a mob of n***as, it'll be me, two, or just three In case them cells see us, you got to keep a small circle to a degree And even though he already in the ground with this sh** This wack MC got another two rounds of this sh** Yikes! [Round 1: B Dot] Black African Power, but I see all skinfolk ain't your kinfolk And by the looks of things current, see it's all about currency These mental slaves want me to pain, but these chains in my brain been broke I came in this game for change, look Danny, I knew what I was in for Giving up this type info I knew these lames want to tear down my frame, but as long as they saw my picture, that's really all I was picked for Now these rounds is a breath of fresh air like Mentos After me, they'll be no others to do what I did though I broke bread with sinners, had dinners with men, toast Bragged, boast about whose toast shot men most I said f** all that jargon, I'm not here to trade bars and bargain with politicians just to win votes This arc from his new covenant been dope from the get go But the Bar God gon' try to flood us with stories, all mythos Well tell him I'm Christ-like, meaning I walk right on water, everything come out that pen floats I've been dope, before the battle with Fiji or Stricc, bro My people see me as the reincarnation of the pharaoh, upmost, running out this hit so I see you n***as don't read the glyps though But I went back, did the research, delved in feet first Read scripts low then brought you the cliff notes Planting seeds in your mind, even if you don't find what I spit dope That's fine, I sense the sh**, so it's photosynthesis how son shine and we get growth Look what I get though, all this hate, but wait, heavy is the crown when you're trying to uplift though It's obvious, I got to go against my opposite to know the diametrical compliment my wit, bro So this is God in the flesh vs. this demigod with little to no theological info I mean the brother that don't f** around versus the well-known nympho I'm intellectual, you're electrical, but let's not compare the type Yeah, we're both fire, but Myers, it's different degrees and we don't seem to fare in height Let's be clear tonight, for starts, it's nothing I'm ruling out n***a, I don't give a f** nor care, I'll line a n***a up, it's March, it's right that we duke it out Now they're gon' hoot and shout as you jump around this stage and move about But please don't talk about guns, you got too many daughters and sons to be pulling out But we can shoot it out, you know, take ten steps and draw, I'm illustrating how we can duel it out I'm a landlord with the pistol, I'm evicting these bullets, they're moving out And for the record, I'm well-versed and I got hooks, Kareem Abdul your mouth You're talking sweet, I'm digging deep to get to the bottom of it, pulling that root can*l I immersed out of the waters like an evolutionary amphibian Climbing the ladder of battle rap in cognitive dissonance Got the comp dissing him All ‘cause I washed Fiji, went strict on Stricc, then got Lyt out of nowhere, Aunt Vivian I'm positioning myself to be amongst the elites with the sentences I got knowledge, wordplay, punches, angles, I'm too deep, you can't compete with this kingmanship I've been peeped through his feminine, I was just waiting and Boom, you start surfing another wave, tryna speak on his penmanship Making allegations, then have to retract your statements when you couldn't make it legitimate How ridiculous You in these battle rap groups sharing private information for validation, dry snitching, blowing up a mean spot All these gun bars, huh? You're shooting this and shooting that n***a, the only thing you snap was a screenshot We done figured you out, Danny, but we figured you figured this out too, you know You be investigating, I'm sure you know me, n***a But you remind me of my favorite gun, always trying to snub somebody, you nosy n***a I bet you wished you can [?], n***a So you can stand right here and yell “time” in the middle of my rhymes so I don't OD, n***a But this ain't AHAT, these the BattleGroundz where I play at You cased the East, they charged you fiends, and you already shown that you pay that Did you really believe you gon' get Rex 12K back? My n***a, if it's all WWE, you wouldn't say that We know you're not macho, man, you wasn't gonna run up on Randy like a savage and spray that You could save that, ‘cause on the up and up, how you would expect brothers the under to take that? Like you was gonna leave him stone cold, laid flat You need a coffin, a coroner, you have nothing in your arsenal, you're out of your league All this theatrics outside of the ring and you're still not the ultimate warrior Pardon if I'm boring ya, what, y'all tired of hearing how he gave them K's to Rex? But he's supposed to be from the West and he paid them checks Look, I know we talk about it religiously I just figured he m**m the way he kneeled to the East to pay respects But it's on to the next sh** on your checklist “New York is biased”, why, ‘cause Nunu called time, you wasn't spitting your best sh** Don't front and cover up that fact, I'm getting the vibe, magazines for whoever subscribed to that East vs. West sh** I'm like a mad scientist with that tec grip, I'll murk this cat Kneel to Christ mercy when I work this strap I'll bomb on his b**h, tell B.o.B. that's the only time we'll see a earth that's flat It could be you and six of your brethren, I'll drive through, work the weapon Yeah, you squares can rhyme, but it would be more ish if I have to circle seven You'll get smacked mentioning my name with a PG reference I'm proven going over and around them grounds is the only time you'll find me PG stepping I keep a Wesson, went on The War Report them I'm supposed to report for war They had all these n***as I never heard before Local NYC PG's calling up from the cornerstore “Yo son, when you gon' get on Smack?”, I said when one of them vets want to collide with the rookie I was close to the edge feeling like all these heads was trying to push me So I'll go to New York, not to battle, but to let it rattle on one of these snakes from the line like “try me, p**y” I'll shoot up that whole PG cla** like I was tired of bullies And after that, Smack wouldn't provide me fully It'll be just like this lame's name, well let me explain, after that homicide, the DA in NY be the only guy trying to book me [Round 2: Danny Myers] I'm standing over my own dead body, while onlookers have stale faces The streetlights above reflect the light off the shell cases I don't know what quite happened, the sight's madness Ambulances, silence, the lights flashing while my life's pa**ing Spirit outside my body, leaving for the journey Two police officers hold back my wife while she reaching for the gurney A black man had run up on me and popped the nine off In the midst of all this chaos, B Dot watches from the sidewalk He's red with guilt, his conscience heavy, he's grief stricken He's feeling responsible that I've become a street victim Because he knows it was he who said, “follow me, I say, this lead I take” He got the key, but this combination lets him know even he not safe See what I did there? It took the d**h of me to a said destiny Mind frame of a Dick Gregory in the mid-70s So how is it fair a con can dear step to me? But his tears resurrected me, it's mysterious, G My mind is not from the star system, I'm serious, B Bullets are intended for us, or we die when a stray hit us That's why I keep my biscuit with me at all times like Dre Vishis I had a homeboy who was red flagging, he banged his hood, he had a bad rep I had to witness Blood sacrifice soon as they gave his a** tec These streets are cold, look at the brain of pain we at How ironic, they put together Dot and a maniac My brain react, ‘cause he's trying to put an end to Danny I'll hit n***as not even related to you with that extended family Your b**h is trampy, but she could ride a dick, homie, your ho is wild She keeps her balance on the wood like Eddie Murphy on Golden Child You gon' label me a drug dealer ‘cause I done served a little PCP? Or I done put more poison in our community than BBD? Well what you didn't see is when I bought that little kid a PS4 ‘Cause for a dub rock, his momma sold his PS3 See, I regret some of this sh** I done did, homie Like buying food stamps from that smoker, then feeling guilty ‘cause our kids hungry Yes, I recognized God gave me the talent and respect But I was learning about life's checks and balances before I could balance a check I already know where I'm headed, that road's just grim You can't put fear in a man whose soul is condemned See I saw the job, but I was taught survive against all the odds See the Bar God got the bars from God, but I'm barred from God I used to stomp n***as out, that was the best way I punish Now, I prefer the strap, over the kicks like XJ 900s Pay less attention, he cold as ice, I'ma unthaw y'all glacier I'm the antihero to the man y'all call your savior These bars will leave you crippled, now I must know what college you got this knowledge from, Charles, Xavier? Don't mind me, the sh** I be on is beyond whatever B on Even if he cold off the top, I'm the wrong n***a to free on You got to be conditioned to stay on ground with this sh** This wack emcee got a whole another round of this sh** Yikes! [Round 2: B Dot] See this that sh** that be igging me When these punchline rappers want to get “conscious” ‘cause they're dissing me I find it interesting So in your last battles, you only let your gat rattle in order to fit with battle rap's imagery Oh you're taking the high road? But before it was the low with no dignity That's like shopping for shoes too small to use, you just took your soul out in order to fit in, literally This is what y'all get to see, a Black Panther convict versus a backpacking hobbit with illiterate nonsense All of a sudden, Danny Myers want to kick knowledge n***a, you're not even a little bit conscious You're 36, still talking ‘bout blowing up, false flag, we can't even consider you a legitimate bomb threat That scheme you just did was all an interesting concept Meanwhile, I got the intellect of Jay Elec, meshed with an intricate Nas depth I'm Illmatic in battle rap fashion, fastened together by that same thread that attached these badges of honor to the sleeve on a fatigued jacket of a Vietnam vet Your knowledge is no contest, what you know about the Ainu, aki I'm talking deep research, don't state the norm I'll have Naijas shoot arrows in a blazing storm You've been warned, k**ing is what they adore But you like to learn from some Aryan, so I gave my boys the cue and they're informed Swing your swords? Nah, that's more like knowledge in the clips when I shoot at you Toasters in the holster, I had these rounds fleeing off the hip like a hula hoop Pop at your medulla too, your whole team better scurry on n***a, my pops was a shooter too, it's in my jeans for me to curry on I come through walking dead like Mr. Wavy with that shotty on or had that nine probably I'll shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head, and get this God bodied But nah, he mere mortal, if we combat, I'm diminishing dudes Sock him, knock him off where he stand, now he swinging his head like he waiting on a finishing move Listen, it ain't about dissing the dude, I mean, Danny, you cold, B, you put on for LA, I'm glad that a few got to witness it Oh you retiring? We wish you the best, but the truth is the West need new representatives ‘Cause you, Diz, Day, the triple D's all keep it abreast in your respective position But y'all make the West look suspicious And you from “Writer's Bloque”? n***a, I'm from a rider's block, that's why we're addressing sh** different You know what, I'm just stressing our difference, ‘cause here, we have a n***a from the hood that say he “not from no hood” You know, straight out of South Central, a nerd with an attitude, another O'Shea Jackson, duke, naw this can't be no good You're all in your battle raps gripping the snub, affectionate with your pistol, giving that four fifth a hug But never once have I heard you utter a word on whether you Crip or you Blood n***a, what set is you from? And don't play me dumb, n***a, you know how it's done I need the head up, or your head up boxed in if you tell me “it's none” n***a, what set is you from? I'm not glorifying g**ning for one But at South Central, we all know the mental of the n***as that sh** they got to get done They put in work, may go to jail, and well that's another brother neglecting his son And a mother can't protect for the young, so he get put on a set, [?] rep with a gun You know he got to be a real n***a, not a replica one So they hit him with funds, a little work to get off, he can help with the mortgage Besides, them guys from the other side might ride and want to give him a morgue trip And funerals get expensive, mothers can't afford it, she just got to support it Her baby boy dialed in to the streets, and she can't even call it Now this is that “regular ghetto family portrait”, you understand why his vision is kinda important? It's uncanny, we should see this all in Danny, but the picture you're painting is kinda distorted But you're the “Bar God”, so you figure n***as will probably ignore it The “top dog” on the West can shuffle his deck, you pull the card It's “aw, I was that good kid in that mad city”, try to Kendrick Lamar it Well that's when we run up on your van with them cans and do ya like the Kendrick Lamar skit Let that damn llama spray Like, “oh you're looking for Sherane, Danny? We need to know where your grandma stay Get out the car before I snatch you out that motherf**er, andele” The 40 clap, it'll roll him back like the yoga mat, Namaste Let's be honest, hey, Uncle Red said, “you should leave the streets alone, go ‘head and battle rap” Yet every time you battle rap, you tattle tat ‘bout how you handle packs and blasting packs, imagine that The only reason we knew your talent is because you got detached from that Now you use your talent to glorify d** and violence, well that's the same exact habitat And what do y'all extract from that? Perhaps, it's that lil' Daniel was never found where the action at You wanted to swim with the sharks, but couldn't play the part, you had to go fish, you couldn't match with that Now using acrobat, trying to flip all these lines and sh** ‘bout how you supply the bricks and light up the block like the Gaza strip But you never shared blood with the Bloods or c-walked in stride with Crips You lying prick, either you got put off the set ‘cause you wouldn't die for sh** Or you was never out, always in the house on the couch eating pie with clips What side is it? I mean you designed this sh**, so you ought to decide the sh** You claim we have the same ideologies, but I could tell by your rhyming schemes which god you with ‘Cause you provide the script, claim you was inspired, all divine and sh** But that's ambiguous language which is anguish for your disciples that have to decipher with Well good thing I'm involved with enlightenment, ain't no mental enslaving him See, you're the personification of religion, you know, Gods always behaving like the people who created them Well this explains it then, this deity of yourself you created is not made up in the image which relates to him Just like the authors in the Bible, you went around writing about the surroundings and different cultures you was engaging in Well B Dot, always mentioning the Bible, what you saying then? I'm saying keep your eyes open, or a tre in him We just can't believe in a god because he hides behind an amazing pen What the f** can you say to win? [Round 3: Danny Myers] You want to know what's k**ing black men? It's not the system, racism, gang violence, and all this black on black Take a look closer, it's this very culture we call battle rap This that one place we entertain talking about clapping gats I could disrespect your black mother, and black woman, and they all gon' laugh at that I could ask them for 20 dollars a piece to build a business within our habitat And they're all gon' scoff at me, like “n***a, I could get a sack with that” Your whole angle is elevating the black conscience Yet you participate in this nonsense Is this your way of infiltrating our ignorant mind so we can make progress? Stop it, I don't feel your sk** is threat I'll give Cleflo Dollar 65 for the million jet Bar God, how the f** did you think you could outflow me? My verbal ninjitsu not a game, this is something you should know, B Lowkey, since '03, I moved weight a couple of ways It's like the scale is embedded in me, I call it stuck in my ways My fellow African, before Smack came to LA, I was trafficking But at the same time, I can tell you was buried under the Vatican I beat n***as to a pulp, no fiction within my diction I'll send you to the merciful with a pair of scopes like the submersible God level, don't let that be a deterrent Even though that was a submarine bar, my flow is above the current n***a, I still keep my hammer raised ‘Cause I ain't seen justice since that n***a got his head blown on Janet braids How poetic, B Dot got all these bars and he still s** You can't break down a man who can deconstruct your buildups I talk real stuff with Five Percenters, m**ms, Christians, this is what the game be Religion is just a bunch of different branches that lead to the same tree But it pains me you scrutinize n***as who bang their llamas You talk all this political sh** like your last name Obama Well remember that kid I sent to the store? That's symbolic of you ‘Cause n***as never bring us the change they promised Bar God n***a, how can I not be mean? I'm from a different creed That's why I should beat your a** to the Rocky theme We need to be getting ready for martial law for this revolution, they gon' try to f** with us But soon as we try to rise, well, get ready for the military, cover up I left bodies in that debri field, n***a, I'm past nice You're dealing with a man who possesses unseen rounds that can crash sites But f** the gray area, sometimes, we got to direct the shot In order for my strap to complete the entire picture, it must connect the Dot I promise the type of beef we in gon' get the morgue's attention What happens after I get his length, width, and height, it's only for the four dimension You bring those brothers with you to gas you and to help the crowd decide They're instrumental to your lyrics, that's why they're on B side For the record, you ain't met no n***as ill as me You ain't got to be a**ociated with the Wu-Tang Clan to see a k**er, B The steel will be tucked, wrong n***a to go to war with I'll expose his chest behind the magazine like Halle Berry in Swordfish The four fifth will split him, he on the ground with this sh** Thank the lord he ain't got another round of this sh** Yikes! [Round 3: B Dot] Peace to my sisters that be watching my battles and figure me consciously gifted Plus I'm handsome, so you know they're showing the man some interest I love all my queens, but I wear this ring every battle, please don't act like you missed it See I won't do like this dipsh**, you know, pursue you for s** so persistent Make you a jump off or mistress Cradle little life, now make you my wife, and then when you ask about marriage, dismiss it? Nah, I inherit these merits from the ancestors, I'm different I'm bring back the black family structure when it's apparent that parents uplifted Now I ain't preaching no scriptures, look Danny, I'm far from perfect I can't even speak to the distance, I'm just a work in progress Trying to reach my pinnacle, and for battle rap, I got minimal interest But this is a topic at hand that needs to have the top twist off of the can I'm reaching and exposing your flaws You're my dog and all, but boy, I'm ‘bout to make you a man This some sh** I don't think you understand Maybe I'm the brother that can bring it to life I mean I exposed the darkness in n***as, I did it with Fiji, Stricc, and we all saw how I brought it to Lyt This is about who's wrong and who's right, I mean, we're sort of alike Both glued from the tube watching their family feud, but you amused, I'm more confused, like “who ordered this fight” You know, mommy submissive, daddy dismissive, staying out on that corner all night Daddy the head of the household, but mommy got to keep her mouth closed She give an opinion, it might result to the right But tonight, I'm restoring the pride ‘Cause that European religion got you n***as caught in the hype They gave you a book of stories about men of glory and you bought the sh**, right? Well why is there no female deity supporting your Christ? You know, the Father, Son, Holy Spirit, you may not hear it, but your daughters just might Aw n***a, we gon' go there tonight I'm not one to judge, but where was the gloves, nowhere in sight? Ten kids, all these baby mamas, come on Danny Myers, you know that ain't right But I notice your type, you's a fiend, you paid to get on Smack So it all makes sense how you can't keep control of your pipe But these are the days of our lives, it all ties into religion in the way it's contrived You treat the black woman like a side b**h, well ‘cause you was taught she came from your side And my n***a, that's alright, we got to debate the contention I'm certain I'm the right surgeon to make this incision I'm splitting the part of your brain that has that Eurocentric dimension They're Willie Lynched them, really convinced them that the black woman is b**hes See that white man is historically wicked, but if you morally get it, that's when the story get twisted They got you plugged to the matrix, it's basic, but you're ignoring the glitches Like in the beginning was The Word, and the word is God, that's how it go in the scriptures But when them agent rolling to get you, you got to do like Neo and go see your oracle Oh you know she a sister, she how the white man just did ya? He hid God in plain sight ‘cause he knew you would ignore the enigma He can steal frames from the brain ‘cause he knew you ain't gon' pause and an*lyze the steel frames as he motions the picture My n***a, I've been chosen to get ya The black woman is God, Danny, I'm here to breathe life into that dead message ‘Cause you's a f** boy that just like to f**, boy, you went around making bed messes You find women you like, you rock, then roll out, Led Zeppelin You damaged the box, knocked it up, and don't care about the deliveries, no wonder why you got fed exes I got to stress this, ‘cause you missed the lessons taught by the ancestors We put our women on the throne, that's the definition for the name that explains who our set is I hope y'all catch this, they created an Adam and Eve to make y'all believe that a woman was to blame to why we're deceived, the f** why you're feeling that for? I can't fathom an Adam when every picture I've seen, he's depicted to be with a bellybu*ton, so did he have an umbilical cord? Did he come from the womb or not? Don't ask why I'm getting biblical for It's all suitable, it ties into the root of you and it explains why you treat women like who*es See Danny, you're exactly the n***a I figured you for Just another battle rap n***a that want to get in this ring and spit about war But won't teach your children about stacking and building, group economics, or how to be an entrepreneur As far as battle rap, aw n***a, you got it, for sure But here's the question, are you selling a product or are you just a product in store? See these are topics we got to explore You say you love this culture, that kind of sh** don't even matter no more You got all these battles galore Your 36 still not running your own league, these the things I'm mad at you for Perhaps we should travel some more Back to the past where blacks were treated like cattle Observe how the slave master wanted us to f** and breed so we can push our seeds through that revolving door You're the 2016 version of that, encore Keeping up with the dumb sh**, I ain't even trying to uplift I'm just trying to differentiate so the queens know who to date and who not to f** with Before they get stuck with a n***a like you that will load their boat and jump ship Never heard you once spit about your kids, how you hold them close, but you'll brag and boast about that pump grip n***a, that's punk sh**, how we gon' raise up these daughter if we're not praising their mamas? n***a, the black family going through genocide, and Danny, all bullsh** aside, you engage in that slaughter You're just a big f**ing kid, the way you behave, I'm amazed you're a father, but the universe creates it in authors And the last page gon' have your daughters introducing Danny to a brand new daddy, and you can't escape from the karma And we won't debate any longer, as far as battle rap, I'm done with that Unless I have a revelation, tell Th3 Saga that will be the only situation where a god is coming back