King of the Dot - Gjonaj vs Danny Myers lyrics

[Round 1: Gjonaj] This part is the future You've been dying to battle me Danny And it's been a long wait But you even look at me the wrong way and it's long blades See saw shank, there's no escaping this sh**, it ain't Shawshank Now can you picture a way beyond these bars? Or is it all hate? Desperado lawyer, my secret weapon gonna get our case Secret weapon, gun in a guitar case How we gonna deal with the sh** I throw up at him? [?] Howie Deal, hidden connections I invented that I'm on a level that you never knew See two dimensional rappers Depending how it shapes up on paper can be acceptable But 3D writers go so far in depth you can literally see what he says to you But I'm on a different level of writing, the fourth dimensional Timing, it's too exceptional I write sh** you never do, some people said he's a one trick pony Well I'm correcting you Cause your lines gotta connect two points to be one dimensional You're not even that Die mentioning (dimensional) my name next to you Cause it something you could never measure to Get drugged within an inch of your life for acting all co*ky And every rapper in the world can get it I'll get 'em all bodied to they all stop me Why carve into his chest? For the autopsy That's more good (morgue) news But the coroner can't handle it another one You said I'm getting sloppy, I should've used a f**ing gun The cops get suspicious of what I've done So I throw his body in the wood chipper...and let him blend in with the other ones I'm changing the landscape Danny Welcome to the golden age If rap was so much better in the olden days Then why is your favorite f**ing rapper dumpster diving for my throwaways? They're all trash and you wonder why your rep dying You let Randy leave with the bills/Bills without a Jet flying So f**ing long he changed his rap name from T-Rex to Rex Ryan [?] convince his Wolf gang banging and block wars Always have your word as proof, we need a lot more You're Morgan Freeman, you narrate a story that is not yours You've never been shot at, you've been shot for And we can see the difference Those hand me down shoes you never fit in so boom Yeah, Ah Di Boom, soon as you couldn't cry victim You went to dry snitching to anybody who'd listen And when they didn't, you wrote blogs instead See I can tell you're an informant that talks to Feds C.I. can tell you're an informant that talks to Feds You're just a rat searching for words to help the pigs f** is this? Charlotte's Web? You will burn/Wilburn and for no reason you let it transpire I will torch your soul for our sins Dan Myers One strike then you'll witness the matchbook backfire Scorch in eternal flames underground with this sh** Blame the devil for the other two rounds of this sh** [Round 1: Danny Myers] I'll catch Gjonaj coming out his house with his whorish tramp Put the double barrel on his eyes 'til he click the power forward, he's Horace Grant I'll erase this ba*tard, that blast from the pump his face will splatter You'll see a quarter slide away from this man like Jacob's Ladder I caught his b**h, I cornered her Sent her straight to the coroner See didn't look like she was from round here, that's why I put four in her/foreigner Two Mac 11's, two .45's, am I thugging? That's been answered, I just hope these four arms ain't spotted like skin cancer I'll slap the f** out you b**h, I need a therapist I'll write your grandma a "f** you" note then have it translated in Arabic Do you believe in a parallel universe? I do The sh** is insane, peep this My daddy was in prison playing spades while I was working on my pen game Danny's predictable, got a bunch of name flips for Gjonaj Don't I? You figured I'd have a Joan of Arc bar, don't lie I'll catch you in the twilight then zone I'm a monster on this plain No one believes you though you see it with your own eye (Gjonaj) I keep a K in hand Bars I keep a K in hand just to remind you not to play with Dan The chopper will flip your V sideways to show you I'm greater than Any normal beef I'm in, the fifth get pulled But for you? I'm on set phone with my contact in Istanbul He's a professional at making muscles relax He provided the materials used in a Brussels attack But he missed his target, furthering the tensions that you and I harbor I'll pull a shotgun from a dead body and utilize armor Your man was blown to pieces but you gon' die calmer My jacket colder than d**h, suicide bomber Don't speak to me b**h a** n***as, I beam frequently When I sleep I don't see pictures I dream frequencies I emerged from a dangerous hood off [?] Where crooked cops put they hands on a kid like Mystic River Twisted n***as will snatch your mom, there's nothing around scarier The instructions are simple, if she mock/mach me or sound bury her/barrier You food to us, we gon' catch you and bash in your teeth This meal is unhealthy but you savagely feast I'll have some MS G's (MSG) spot you then clash in the streets Then I'll make your who*e moan/hormone just to add to the beef But that's not even [?] [?] round one we let the kid flicker All in his face with the Desert like, "What you saying n***a? f** you start for?" I like the art form on Bar Wars But I didn't jump him cause what I'm building is off the wall like parkour You must remind yourself, k**ing n***as is my signature Even my autographs are a sign of d**h, my mind's a mess All I think about is different ways of a**aulting Along with playing the race card and saying everything insulting King Of The Dot, if y'all wanted to test my pen, y'all could've got the best with the flows Y'all could've matched me with Soul, Con' (Soul Khan), instead he'll see the specs on the nose Your d**h will be cold And you on the ground with this sh** This wack MC gotta another two rounds of this sh** Yikes! [Round 2: Gjonaj] You like those Arabic jokes huh? Well Danny already has his foot in the grave But in a plot twist I dug him out Cause it's finally a Ma**acre in the Middle East, Americans give a f** about While they genocide Christians, they're condemning a religion While God is my witness, I must first own up to my sins to cast the first stone, Bar God I'll k** him Sunday then ask for forgiveness Does that make me a hypocrite? B Dot said you got FedEx, well allow me to flip the sh** Cause if I go postal, shoot the messenger, but I didn't pay for the box I just delivered it I'm sick enough to be admitted in a methadone clinic But admit it, I could put on a clinic with my method You either get it...or forget it There's only so much you can try with logic Then you switch to diagnostics to fiber optics You [?] points, are you a Bar God or a false dying prophet? If you ask me, you're scared to believe in anything so you die Agnostic You got it backwards, you never read a good book and rely on technological advances You're the same idiot praying for a tablet It was written in stone and real soldiers know what a command meant (commandment) Thou shall not worship a false idol Only the Bible can rival the penmanship I've been blessed with Every sentence, pen is effortless Every battle I attack with a religious emphasis Because while you were playing Sega I was reading Genesis {Then the lights go out and the crowd loses their collective minds} [Gjonaj] You are not my nemesis You are a narcissist, I am nepotist You favor your f**ing self, I favor my f**ing family, it's all relative I'm 'bout to open up a f**ing museum with these skeletons Danny, what did you tell your kids when you packed up and moved on 'em? What about Vicky? Shell? Boom? It happens too often Everyone close to you suffers, I'm through talking You back stabbed everyone on Earth so I'm moonwalking I said, did that upset you? What about when you told Rex he died the same day as his nephew? You sold your soul at that venue You booked the battle, even paid for travel You went on Smack/URL and it was a favor that they let you How could anyone respect you? Where is your honor? Look how you treat your own children? All they see is a monster If Danny wasn't battle rapping, he'd never see his daughters Imagine, having to move to Boston just to see your father That's the power No, that's the power behind inner and outer For you they let out a reaction, an outer reaction But I make it hard for 'em to breathe In the span of four bars they feel pride, shame, hate, love, they ran out of reactions I know longer worry if I get a reaction They're too paralyzed by emotion to give a reaction I'm winning simply off of inner reaction within a reaction Inner reaction within a reaction, it's bigger than rapping Let him have his final thoughts Cause martyrs die for a cause, you died for a cost [Round 2: Danny Myers] Let me guess You're a Christian m**m That sh** is overblown I'll slit your throat with a cross, how's that for religious overtones This should've been spoken on but I'm amongst the furious proud Surrounded by abandoned buildings and AK bullets piercing the clouds A corrupt government and everything near me is wild b**h I'm speaking through the eyes of a Syrian child I've been in war, way before you came across the boarder clown My pen has shown men how to blow up Now I'm showing them that there's more to rounds/mortar rounds The homie loaned me a used burner, he keep those thangs That b**h didn't come in it's original case like pre owned games When I stash the trey, you'll be cremated to ash today Once the Tom stay in his mouth the gun is then Cast Away Get your focus right I'll poke this knife til he's a poltergeist You better seek shelter in Detroit like Eminem at an open mic You're a joke, nobody believes you're out here clapping toys You just a b**h n***a that talks to his co-workers in his rapping voice I didn't have a choice I ran with n***as who put n***as in the soil for me While you out here betting on battles with mommy and daddy's oil money But you know the drill I keep fire, you can't peep Myers Why the f** would y'all put the God of bar fest versus a weak writer? I'll drive down the block looking for you, I'll spot you Jump out, cross and sweep, that's the most basic combo in Street Fighter But we got a lot in common, like the sh** we rap about We got a tainted mind We sit down and paint a rhyme to express all the pain inside But y'all notice something? Those bars? That aggression? Ain't it mine? Now I must k** my own creation, I'm Victor Frankenstein You [?] time, the wrong n***a to offer the cal' I'll punch you with the adrenaline a mother uses to lift a car off of her child You know how somebody been dead for six minutes And surgeons are working through a blood puddle with speed? And then resuscitated and the first thing someone ask him is "What did you see?" Well what if it's me? Adored in reaper's cloth I'll feed your thoughts that were written in the lost pages like the beepers off It gets deeper boss I can't promise I will not hurt you You just a fake mark in this field You like a crop circle, you the jealous type Upset that my style will beat ya Red dots will leave spots in his scalp like Alopecia The devil disguises himself as your friend You don't even know you got the beast with you n***as be walking with the pitchfork in they circle like the peace symbol I leave him buried in his own backyard, I got the Glocks co*ked Two bad b**hes will f** up his house like knock knock Albanian composer; Simon Gjonaj Does that, ring a bell to you? Well it should, you f**ing stole his identity But what you failed to do was recreate his greatness I got to hunt these villains I'm giving you d**h out of compa**ion, it's like a mercy k**ing First we peeling the skin off his b**h, then let the gat burst My German dog will hit the leek with me and do his brat worse [?] And he on the ground with this sh** This wack MC got a whole 'nother round of this sh** Yikes! [Round 3: Gjonaj] Now I'ma take you to the past Said Vance bagged to me slaughter names Bagged, as in cold bodies that hand out when you wanted change These rappers are all the same Just empty f**ing vessels that lack something So they substitute substance with bad punches and I don't owe you a f**ing thing I'm what you had coming But it's easy to give up everything when you have nothing I hate the f**ing expression "nothing to lose" Is it priceless or worthless? I guess it's up to the view See destroying your life was just something to do But it's all sentimental, it only means something to you I'm the black cloud on a perfect day with enough rain to drown you with But I'm also the perfect day that surrounded it The full map of a grand design Just an idea trapped in a mind I can't f**ing die You don't think I've tried? Yesterday I jumped off a f**ing cliff and found out I could fly I played Russian Roulette with a full clip and survived I only left you alive just to suffer through the last one A calculated risk, none of this is random You're who the weak run to, I'm who they ran from The people who hate my voice, don't even f**ing have one Get mutilated Picture me stabbing a helpless victim or the hatchet hacking into him like an algorithm A clear cut code of my own design A basic operation where patients are prone to die Cause I'm a neurosurgeon, I can only work with an open mind And that's why... An open mind, I mean try something you gon' see the other side And that's why, in less time I'm better than you You made a couple bad choices, I had nothing better to do than put the metal to you Twin deuce deuces, what a catch 22 I said it's me versus you Danny Did it really matter what league we battle on? Sometimes you gotta take an extra step to decide what path you're on But be careful who you step to If you can't step up then step down and stay alive You thought you would've stepped forward but really you were just an extra step to the side My, how quickly Psycoses/psychosis pa**ed then reality set in before the time stopped Paul Pierce, the truth is, sometimes you gotta take a step back for the right shot You were in the right spot Danny, but you picked the wrong time So it's you I gotta cut in front of everyone to skip a long line I'm not waiting, you should've never crossed my path Myers You knew it would get bad Myers I didn't want to have to bag Myers But they told me I had to k** any and every one that admires Myers So I had to add Myers as part of my dark plan And by the off chance you survive, I'm shooting with my off hand Word to every f**ing freckle you got, you've been a marked man [Round 3: Danny Myers] You are f**ing wack I hope the fans had enough of you yet b**h, I can't die either Just standing on my front porch is Russian Roulette I wanna beat the sh** out you You know how someone been owing you money for like three months Every time you see him he ain't got it Then one day you just so happen to catch him and he out shopping? That's when it's no longer about the money This is easily comprehensible Sometimes you just gotta whoop a n***a a** on principle b**h, I will Canelo Alvarez, right hand your soul in honor together Along with a couple moves I stole from Conor Mcgregor I lived in Detroit for years, on the west side, [?] and Davidson I know n***as in Brightmoor and Inkster I suggest you don't play with them I freestyle battled Swan, was cool with the Dreadnaughtz I ain't trying to exploit sh** But I ain't finna sit here and let a fake n***a tell me about some Detroit sh** p**y I brought a knife for you The Glock burst for his brother Gjonaj will be next to the blade like a Clockwork Orange cover Elbow, right hook, then catch this knee it'll leak ya Y'all ain't seen an Arab p**y get beat like this since Mia Khalifa See me with a sweeper, f** yo' album, they half do it When this MPC/see him I ain't gotta hear this Araabmuzik This is all cerebral, a mental challenge that I have sworn to win f** your religious angles, Jesus you're not battling Born again This is me at 20%, these bars you couldn't handle fully Hoe, a Christmas caroler couldn't hold a candle to me I ran with bullies that'll put you on camera, don't become viral Free Ah Di Boom cause I still rock with Jersey like Gun Titles I'm unrivaled, absolute power, unbridled Dumb Kyle will get shot at until it becomes idle On my end, you'll get hit in the head with a sun dial There gun fire before cops are called and your son dials I'll kidnap your wife and your kid They both part of a lesson I gotta do this to 'em cause you both saw that aggression I'll hold him to a fifth story window Once the kids out the mom gon' go through it, that's postpartum depression When they cheer for me, it gives me an energy beyond Myers The crowd just adds to the heat, it's like a bonfire If I ain't got the 4-5 or 12 gauge, the chopper suffice This machine will tell you whether/weather we cool or not like a Doppler device You can get it to advance warfare, the Tec gon' shoot Tap his ex twice, she fly across the room, she got the exo suit Shawn Morrison writes half your sh** Behind the scenes he puts the time in You just play the role as the Gunman behind Shawn pen/Sean Penn I'll walk up on him, won't say a word, then the toast lifting ya This silencer conversates with the dead it's like a ghost whisperer I'm outta here What's the difference between a whisper and a scream when they're both done out of fear? I'll pull the trigger under your chin, all out in public Put your thoughts in the sky you can think with cloudy judgement For the last years, I've been at every stage and I smoke writers And tell Hollow Da Don, "you gotta see me for that G.O.A.T. title." [?] And he on the ground with this sh** Thank the Lord he ain't got another round of this sh** Yikes!