Danny Myers - Charlie Clips vs Danny Myers lyrics

[Round 1: Charlie Clips] Top ten battle rappers of 2015 And the “Bar God” didn't even make the list Every time you say “Bar God” I want to walk in your kid's birthday party, take a piss On the cake and ice cream, stick a candle in it, and tell him make a wish They like, “Why you disrespecting the Bar God?” Cause what the f** is a Bar God to a atheist? Danny, I don't believe in you Spit one bar about my ex-girls, and I'ma show you what this heater do I'm trying to see if this bullet could tore(Couture) Through the right side of your body before it's leaving you Rap about Ash, then you've.. gotta catch ‘em all; a bullet's seeking you What I did to the body's shocking; the kids don't even want to peek at you (Pikachu) This n***a look like two ninja turtles put together f** is you, Rapha-angelo or Dona-nardo? You not a god, bro You never made Lux lean on the ropes, go toe-to-toe or had to box with Hollow You rap with speed, but that don't make you a Creed n***a, you not Apollo You sloppy when you rush in (Russian) with the punches: that make you Ivan Drago When sh** get Rocky, Clips get co*ky I got this big bravado Cannon under the Big T; let's switch the scene, now we in Chicago Giving him 300 off one leg That's two Dirks. Did you n***as follow? See they ain't get it I black out here and there; I got vitiligo Hold up Y'all know what? I'm so motherf**ing mean with it Let's bring that skin sh** back and do a whole ‘nother scheme with it Danny, New York is mine A n***a throw an event, then I want in Tonight if they make eleven racks, then I want ten But they paid me to make y'all go through bars Well I'ma turn y'all into a wino then Even when I go light, I'm blacking out That's albino skin I'm in every league going loco I don't just do it for the Smack bread When I was younger, I had two twin ratchets on me That's when I first learned how to clap lead With them two twin ratchets, I was short So I was only hitting back leg Mary Kate and Ashley: when I got older, I seen them twin ratchets crack head Hold up Y'all know what? I'm so motherf**ing mean with it Since y'all ain't get the whole crackhead sh** I'll bring it back and do a whole ‘nother scheme with it Danny, if your House is Full of white, sit calm (sitcom) ‘cause I'm about to take this gun and put it to the bald scalp With a knife, I'll get to cutting like a DJ, or give him a shell inside the boy mouth Mary Kate and Ashley With them d**, them twin ratchets is getting pulled out How ironic, for Danny's tan or (Tanner) I'll be running inside that Full House I told y'all I ain't come to play with the “Bar God” I'ma catch him with a mean gun Put a hole in his head, but not just any hole, the Rasheed one Tell my n***as to light it up, and then smoke him before the weed done I was trying to think of a slogan But when you k** a n***a this bad, you don't need one [Round 1: Danny Myers] Let's get straight into these rhymes, homie I'm ‘bout to… I was just waiting on NuNu to call time on me This is Clips versus a n***a with clips They know the fifth‘ll blam His brain will spread for a couple of meters That's an attention span Listen, man Play it cool, or else your man is buried He thought he was the g.o.a.t., 'til he ran into a man who was born in January I'll cap a corn (Capricorn) This n***a don't want to bang with Myers I'll nail you in the street, leave you flat, then change attire (a tire) Remember our phone battle, when I first k**ed you? Well now the gun is calling I'm Matrix through the phone: any second now, you should see the numbers falling Beef can last from day to night Pay attention when you f**ing with me, Clips A round ‘ll cover your son if my pockets on E, Clips(eclipse) You peep this? Round, cover the sun, day to night I'm frying challengers I'll catch your crew and mill any ‘emv(millennium) That's the Mayan calendar This the highest caliber b**h n***a, your whole set brittle My dick wrap around your girl throat like a neck pillow That tech peeling One head shot‘ll floor this n***a The kick won't show mercy for Chuck Norris, n***a First, I'll put the strap in your face, then lace his sh** Then blow a hole through your b**h; she needed space in the relationship Face it, Clips I don't care if your damn marriage good I'm planning to pop one in her; that's planned parenthood In beef, we ain't always got to pull a gun We mail fingers to mothers; that's just a rule of thumb This fool is dumb I'm a god, but you still got a brave heart But if we are(R) in a circle, it should Register we got to trade mark I'm trying to save art You cheat the fans I let the thang spark It can't be two g.o.a.t.s, and both of our careers not on the same arc I have flashbacks of shootouts, bullets dividing flesh Now I draw, off recollection; that's a composite sketch You can put your fists up, but I'm holding some sh** that'll change the landscape What I grip ‘ll cover his knuckle like the Mason handshake I have a need to k** b**h a** n***as It's like a primal pressure My need ‘ll (needle) get sh** sended; it's like a vinyl record Charlie, I checked backgrounds on your crew; ain't no felons What's your daddy really locked up for? Ain't no telling But I could tell you this You spit gun bars like you're the baddest walking When all you'll really do is Fire In the Sky like Travis Walton You'll leave this planet You can clown 'til someone abducts you You a foe (UFO), but you won't get the picture 'til a round hovers above you BAR GOD! We take the drama quite serious We drive through his hood 'til we spot his pad, like a light period It ain't sweet I got a bunch of homies from Grape Street If I sock you and don't knock you out, you better fake sleep We eight deep We'll bring that eighty to your camp I'll watch my dogs split your noodle like Lady and the Tramp Don't be a diva, mister Otherwise the whole team‘ll split ya We'll have it popping on the side your mouth like a fever blister I ether n***as, and he on the ground with this sh** This wack emcee got another two rounds of this sh** Yikes! [Round Two: Charlie Clips] Let's get straight to the jokes Don't front for these people like you some type of nice dude You gon cut me up a million times, weigh me on a conveyor belt Say a joke - I look like Ah Di Boom mixed with Ice Cube Well, I'm from Harlem and I love to snap So if that's the game you want to play, then I'll play along And I'm so real with this sh**, I won't even change from Ice Cube In fact, I'ma perform one of my favorite songs Straight outta twelve racks, a stupid motherf**er named Danny Gave his whole life savings up to Randy Came home with no dinner for his family Eight dollars left and he spent it on brandy n***a, you p**y Danny, you soft; that's what my hood say Let a n***a take twelve racks from me, my whole hood spray This n***a gon be dead; Ice Cube won't be able to perform “It Was a Good Day” My Boyz n the Hood‘ll ride up, tell you, “hop in.” Take the silencer, put the nozzle on He jump out the car Funny a** n***a Knew he ain't have the heart (Hart) to Ride Along Them Ice Cube jokes won't work, cause you remind me of Eazy E Y'all don't look alike or not ‘cause you f**ing b**hes raw Or what you do to females is trifling You remind me of Eazy E for a different reason Oh, pay attention, cause the details is frightening See, Rex lied about getting locked up, and you knew it And I got a question, why D ain't strike him? He made you sit when he took your money and left you sick, blood You should've been in T cell fighting That last scheme was sick, by the way, but listen We can find a cure with all the money that Rex holding And since you got your money tooken from that n***a How ‘bout I hit him with Rex slogan? I'ma pop Danny in the neck, and walk of with this n***a head Y'all know Rex slogan, right? (Crowd: This n***a dead.) Yeah, this n***a dead once this n***a said “If I don't get my money I'ma k**—“ and Rex still got this n***a bread He threw his hand up I'm like, who still (steal) boxes? This n***a Craig f** a Friday, I get D bowed (Debo) and leave this n***a Red Why would y'all put the fastest internet connection up Against a n***a that's just dial-up? No lie, '02 draft: I got a Rocket that could pick Yao up I started out with the Hawks, but my gun connect told me to switch my style up '01 draft: I got on my grizzly and picked the pow (Pau) up For my basketball n***as If you know the '01 and '02 draft, y'all gon say, “man, that sh** crack.” For the Danny Myers fans.. “Oh he spit his battle rap bars and basketball,” Y'all gon say that sh** wack I'll respect you if you get your twelve from Rex Well, you did battle him, so you might not get that But at least be a man, Danny Ask K-Shine to get you six back (Oh, you not Dot Mob no more?) [Round 2: Danny Myers] You brought up that Rex $12k sh** What, y'all n***as trying to rob me? Well tell your n***as come find me b**h, I keep paper around me like the n***a behind me When we in the barber shop, you never get mentioned n***a, f** favors You not a writer We don't Converse about anything that Chuck tailors (Taylors) You better duck blazers You'll see the beam. We wild n***as When these arms crossed, you'll get a boom. I beguile(Guile) n***as Oh, you and your n***as slipping? Cool. I'm holding them up You'll say hi to this b**h like when Odom woke up Oh, guess which room you in? Ain't no n***a cold as I I'll start off shooting in the bathroom like GoldenEye Don't stall on me I'll leave you in the dirt stinking You'll be Stomped 'til your soul is God's Property like Kirk Franklin I'm sir painting I don't talk this sh** to generate likes Run in his house with the Mac-11 and renovate twice I'll leave a painting on your wall of me shooting you in the head Just to show you how art imitates life I screw the silencer on the front of the barrel before the gat is burned All you're hear is (psh, psh), like getting at a n***a b**h when his back is turned When will these rappers learn? Doubt that I'm heat and I'ma crucify him Then I remain silent, ‘cause everything you say, they trying to scrutinize it But who am I to say who's top tier or how to do it proper? I ain't Mook or Hoffa, or dudes that's got to got on stage in a suit and tie, but When you get this work, and ain't satisfied with it, you get the supervisor Now we could go on and scrap, but my n***a would sneak behind you You get a hook you ain't even know was there, like a bonus track What's wrong with cats? You escaped d**h from Lux, barely You must be on rock, and roll if you want to be the one that Chuck bury (Berry) What's up, scary? Ain't no way your team cook mine All my n***as rolling strapped like Bokeem Woodbine The young homies trying to earn their stripes; they know their role's minor That's why they'll light on the top of your head like a coal miner Go ahead and act like you Apollo You'll feel the impact of a land mine Walk up on me while I'm holding the sawed-off, you out your damn mind Kneel (Niel). This arm's strong(Armstrong) You'll be sent to the moon when I blam mine So take one small step, and you'll take a giant leap for mankind (I'm just trying to put space between us) They want to know the physics of how I did it Lift the trey pound; calisthenics, blow you to the outer limits of our existence You'll never catch me slipping; I even take a shower with it It ain't gon make a minor difference I'll spray the can and air out the room like it's flower-scented Your hourgla** ain't got a hour in it n***a, it's nothing like me This is a n***a talking ‘bout “syke”, versus a n***a in his psyche Nike jacket cover my waist to hide the heater I'm getting paid to break down Clips like Roger Ebert If I text my n***a and tell him to shoot you, he putting one in your head, G Soon as he grab his phone and scroll, you'll be dead, see? If you thought I was gon bring up Couture or old angles, man, you missing the script This a empty gun: I don't need ammunition for Clips I'm from where you stood in front of the man you get and you spit And this wack emcee got a whole ‘nother round of this sh** Yikes! [Round Three: Charlie Clips] The plan was to k** Danny in December But this n***a got a hundred kids So I figured ah, f** it, let him enjoy his Christmas first Cause December 25th is when you get the gift, but January tenth is when you get the curse Head shot; get a nurse Captain Planet: that mean clean him up Lift his Earth All them bars n***as had about my pops Well let's talk about how you was trying to snitch on Surf You was on Angryfan yelling more than an angry fan You was showing n***as that you could scream well “Ah Di Boom wrote Surf bars, Ah Di Boom wrote Surf bars.” You was on the phone sounding like a diesel female You know Ah Di Boom is doing time So he wouldn't be able to call him and get the details But ironically, we ain't have to give a Boom a ring (boomerang) Cause the sh** came back around in the form of a e-mail Ah Di wrote, and I quote, “I did not write for Surf.” So you took a n***a whole fake situation, even tried to lie about it and hype it too “I got screenshots of Surf text messaging Ah Di.” I wouldn't be surprised if you was the one that typed them, too You not a Bar God, you a bar fraud; stealing some of my work is what you like to do Now I feel like Ah Di, ‘cause behind these bars, I got a right to sue (write to Tsu) But I don't like to sue, b**h n***a f** court The streets is where I'm holding my trial I walk in while you playing with your son “Oh, you gon shoot the Bar God while he holding his child?” Nah, I'll walk off, hit him with that syke-I-lied Then start unloading the pound I don't give a f** Your whole family is getting treys(trays), we at Golden Corral Hold up You know what? I'm so motherf**ing mean with it A fat n***a rapping about a restaurant? I got to do a whole ‘nother scheme with it I was on the phone with my n***a Buddens; he said, “eat him.” I said, “Why, Joe?” He said, “‘Cause that s**a food.” I said, “The head shot gon be Sloppy, Joe, but man, which (Manwich) gun to use?” What you got is salad bars You'll probably let us (lettuce) put the banana clip on your Adam's apple Man, if he don't chill, he's (Chili's) getting hit with the gun 'til I crack a (Cracker) Barrel n***as complaining about that recycling sh** against Big Kannon Look what happened to Suge I been on my grind since Sometimes when you freestyle you bug out Truth be told, I don't know where my mind went What you with, four n***as on stage? Well, I'ma recycle again I keep that nine gripped Act like I'm walking off, bring the can back and get five sent (cent) Y'all saw State Property, right? Hey Swave, in Harlem, we gon throw Danny a mean party Bunch of choppers in the sh** like a mean Homi, machines prob'ly But I don't need a gun I'll walk in swinging on everybody, like, “it wasn't me, Charlie,” I don't give a f** Even the wrong n***as getting crowned, I feel like Steve Harvey I told this n***a, I'ma run on Danny with a mean gun Put a whole in his head, but not just any hole The Rasheed one Tell my n***as to light it up and then smoke him before the weed done I was trying to think of a slogan But when you k** a n***a this bad, you don't need one [Round Three: Danny Myers] Club just to bring the star I set it up, so I could tell you in your face, I'm the king of Harlem But my stories deeper You'll be left with gory features When these kicks fly, and I ain't talking ‘bout Mauri sneakers My Mexican plug said he could sell me forty cheaper So I got that Alien transporting with the white b**h like Sigourney Weaver You don't got to understand the intricacies of my flowing and scheming Or notice the meaning, just know it's demeaning I'm controlling a demon, I'm holding the secret You're like D, how did I come up with this? Long nose leading to a ruptured disk: snuffaluff*gus' trunk is sick Spare a n***a for real, stuff him up the trunk to fit His subsequent thoughts, tied up, is, “What the f** is this?” But this ain't even about you Even though I had to do this in person It was the disservice of your Diz verses that deserves this Bar God I'm from a world where my pen's perfect But in the underworld, it appears plain when I invert it I no longer have to punch these n***as A bald headed man premeditating murder when I'm amongst (monk) these n***as Y'all can boo this (Buddhist), but it won't cause my mind to worry Y'all must be off Buddha If you can't see between my temples lies a mind that's scary (monastery) Just you even being here in honorary My lines are worth money; you could put my bars on Ah Di Boom's commissary I gave my young homie a pound of weed to get his first cake up That means I had the green on the corner with my pupil, like when you first wake up No joke, I should've walked in this b**h wearing a cloak The form of a droid was my apparent approach If there is a g.o.a.t., it's always Lux, Hollow, Mook, and Clips But they fail to mention the West like we ain't got sh** to do with this This bias has to stop Even the South got a few that spit Ha, I'm Official with double M, you stupid little b**h The hood loves Myers, ‘cause they can feel when he's spitting I'm popping you point blank; you ain't getting k**ed from a distance I'll shoot you on this rainy day Your coat fall in a puddle in front of your girl You dead, but chivalry isn't Fore real, I can feel the resistance I'm spitting 'til he sleep in coffins This is Jesus talking with the mind frames of Stephen Hawking When he was walking Proceed with caution Ask his family, they know Who winning this battle? You can tell by they f**ed up faces Danny trey-oh (Trejo) But the comments gon say “Clips 3-0” They try to cheat Danny Let me introduce to the man that can beat Danny Meet Danny For b**h n***as like you is why I keep the heat handy Get a Clue how I'm Fabolous with the king like the Street Family I'ma shoot your bulldog looking a** at all costs, and throw the weapon But don't worry, Charlie, All dogs go to the heaven I'm a flowing legend, and you on the ground with this sh** Thank the lord he ain't got another round of this sh** Yikes!