[Round 1: Danny Myers]
They couldn’t have picked two better n***as
Our skills tower
N***as be scared to bark on you cause they real cowards
I mean you do it all, bars, performance, jokes, you make n***as feel sour
The only thing that can counter Will power, is Will po- a shotgun
No chance of me possibly getting killed
Switch blade, I’ll cut an apostrophe into Ill
You skilled, but in front of me you gone die still
I said I’ll which is code for me shootin’ in the eye Will
This guy killed...two people in one day, I’m simply unfazed
I’ll let 10 Surf out this .50, that’s a better 60 on stagе
Listen bitch we don’t play, I came for thе massacre
Gauge or the dagger to stab it inside of ya abdomen and bang at the passenger
I’m raisin this Mac at ya, to knock ya brains in the back of ya
Then secretly collect ya data like Cambridge Galatica
We both famous for rappin’ bruh, but ya life in Jeopardy, don’t second guess
Alec Trebek died and n***as still wanna question death
Accept ya destiny, obsessed with weaponry
I don’t know why it resonates
But sticking metal blades inside of flesh gives me ecstasy
It’s just something about pulling the insides out a pussy that hits direct to me
A vicious legacy, I’m from the crack era, the hood was desolate in the evening
Before WWE I saw a fiend wrestling with his demons
This is a testament of achievement, no way the block should doubt me
I’m well qualified to handle Ill, I’m Dr. Fauci
Watch ya mouthpiece, or it’s free the guys mentioned
This many n***as ain’t been killed in a rap since GS9 did it
These n***as claim they hustlers, we just grind different
I’m swinging bricks through the city like Miles Morales when the PS5 glitchin’
Fuck the size difference, bitch n***a you wanna box with me?
You gone feel the pain going toe to toe like neuropathy
I got yo' baby mama and yo' side bitch toppin’ me
Both of 'em, kneeled in front of me, massage a knee (misogyny)
You a op' to me, the street game mad fatal
I’m such a Prodigy, my piece bang glass tables
The pistol gold plated, ya soul raise when mine sparkin’ ya
It’s beautiful, The Thing would get praise from John Carpenter
My mind darker bruh, L.A. sets every standard
Pontiac in the shadow of Detroit like a defender chasin’ Barry Sanders
We carry hammers, to murder Mac and any n***a claiming they heard of Yak
It’s gone look like he was trampled by a stampede of a herd of yak
Moving like a bitch roofied his drink I think his cardiac
Arrest the way his heart react when the .40 clap
You dissed me in ya 40 match, I can’t believe you said that
Mental institution, you better be in yo’ bed strapped
I’m standing over you and yo’ bitch cockin’ lead back
The murder premeditated but the K spittin’ off the head wrap
Dead that, you on the ground with this shit
This dumb ass n***a got another two rounds of this shit
Yikes
[Round 1: Ill Will]
Danny!
I'ma try to be calm in this battle...and not go insane
But yo' whole career is a Parallel Universe...every time you hop on a plane
Can you imagine, when you out here on this battle shit
Yo' wife at home on an acid trip?
You out here dodgin' bars while yo' son dodgin' bars
Mommy in the back gettin' cracked and shit
We love when you battle Danny
While you out here tryin' to make the vets mad
There's a n***a in yo' bathroom turnin' yo' tub into a meth lab
We love when you battle Danny
While you out here tryin' to captivate us with a Parallel Universe
There's a n***a in yo' house like, "Yeah I see you. Park parallel. Bring that unit first."
We love when you battle Danny
We got yo' house tracked up while yo' whore smoke
We love when you battle Danny
We want child services to get these little motherfuckas so we can sell more dope
And bring razor blades
More plates
Razor blades
More plates
You know why I said that?
Cause right now there's probably some Tech-9 ass n***a in your place
You pussy
It's up and we leavin' it there
How do we even compare?
I know Top and The Block Captain ain't on the card so this one gon' be easy (Eazy) to Bear
You the Bar God? Well I'll mistreat him
Delete him
Chop him up
Each limb get a deep trim
Doctors feeling like IG models
They just keep gettin' DM after DM
N***a we them
They wanted to do the back to back thang again and give me Chess and Prep
I'm like, "How I'ma Prep for Chess and play Chess wit' Prep?"
But it's cool, I body n***as
Chess and Prep, Prep for Chess that just sound like the best practice for Bobby Fischer
How he figure he that n***a?
You better go 'head, act 'roid (Aykroyd)
I'll lay TECs (latex) in Dan mouth like a Conehead
You think you Noreaga, well act 'Super Thug'
I watched you play with Chess and he snapped on you like 'Computer Love'
N***a I spit dope, I bet your girl will find me
I saw Eazy all over L.A. like the early 90's
You got Jerry out here feelin' like the best now
How can you simultaneously let the Wess (west) in and the west down?
This is a façade
Danny, this the real me
I could bust a (Busta) Rhyme or play LL Cool J
Either way, Myers can't kill me
You've seen that movie
I don't play, I don't slack
This ain't church shoes, I'm the first to
My PG was A.I. vs. Jordan, I had the GOAT shook off the first move
And then the second cross over puttin' n***as in the worst mood
Pssst
You was talkin' 'bout Jerry scammin', I know you a rat
First clip, shirt rip, Hogan is back
You from South Central but don't nobody know you in that
Fuck what you say, do say (Duce) I'm Hov to the Yak ('gnac)
Bruh, I could prolly bring Hov to the Yak, this is not jokes
You saw me with Meth, I was fuckin' wit' the Wu before Pop Smoke
You ever seen yo' granny or yo' pops smoke?
You walkin' a fine line like the Undertaker on the top rope
I'll have the little n***as buggin' through yo' house like a cockroach
Don't get shot for that weed Danny, this a pot roast
Glock smoke
Yeah it hit different
The steel kickin'
Martin walkin' out the police station the only time Will missin'
Listen, let's make a proposition
I can put you in a prop position or we can exchange props or writtens
If I copped a biscuit, it'll pour (poor), no pot to piss in
Cops can't find me, the block encrypted
Headshot, he optimistic
The 12 keep kickin' at n***as like "Stop resistin'!"
You a Newport, I'm Too $hort, famous for droppin' bitches
Not to mention
You on the ground with this shit
Thank the Lord my ceilin' ain't a Volume and shit
Yak Town in this bitch
[Round 2: Danny Myers]
You wanna know why they'll never give you that Champion Of The Year belt with yo’ name on it?
Yesterday, you was at the face off in a dinghy yellow tee shirt, with a barbecue stain on it
It’s a shame homie
We know you have no fashion sense, rap is yo’ blessin’
Thanksgiving was two weeks ago and you passed on the dressing
I’ve accepted, n***as wear the same clothes when they trap in the hood
Oh this ain’t about who dress the best?...Good
Bang foes, aim cold, headshot has his soul flyin'
This’ll open his skull...he never was closed (clothes) minded
Let me address somethin’, I’m from gang land, even if you neutral you walked the path of a rider
We stayed in war, raising poles cause of the Flags Of Our Fathers
Since a toddler, I seen murder rise at increased rates
I knew early on I was gettin' money in each state
Found a plug in Michigan, got connected with cheap weight
Ain’t it ironic, Pontiac was discontinued after a G ate (G8)
N***a we straight, only thing I’m tryna avoid is the law
People Under The Stairs, we hid the boy in the wall
I got the call, started jabbin’ the pen into the page
I got Ill, and 28 Days Later I went into a rage
You don’t wanna see Danny boil (Boyle), not everybody in ya family loyal
Blood thicker than water, but both can be oil
I spent years on the soil like Cast Away, understand this
If Will son (Wilson) me, he’ll face a round or get connected to a handprint
This don’t make no damn sense, I’ll cut a wound 'til you see the texture
Then split him into another Will for being extra
Remember we was in Cleveland, you lost yo’ shoes in the mall
Tellin' security some guys juxed 'em
No n***a, when I saw you leave that bag in the shoe store, I took 'em
I tried 'em on, they didn’t fit me, then I thought of a jewel
Bitch yo’ life ain’t worth enough for me to walk in yo' shoes
Look how I talk to these fools , I’m a OG, deal with it
Saw the call, said, "It’s Ill is it?
This shit finna get illicit."
You been actin’ real wicked, intimidatin', in the hood he always clappin’
But there’s a reason "bully starting static" rhymes with "fully automatic"
Yeah this pussy ought to have it, a bullet’ll make his life change
Grandpa passed me down a pistol he won at a dice game
Yeah this muthafucka old, but it still kick with nice range
I don’t give a fuck that Will he (wooly) mammoth, I’ll hit em with something Ice Age
It’s quite strange, you ain’t a fan of mine no mo’
Now it’s beef to give the fam' some fine promo
I’ll run up with a cross bow, I handle mine solo
You’ll see me smilin' with a arrow like the Amazon logo
My delivery equals boxes for n***as, I got goons that’ll raise steel
I’m talking Michigan shooters that’ll kill a rapper if they’re paid Will
I got n***as who ain’t never cut hair that’ll fade Ill
With a revolver waitin' for it to kick in like a pain pill
You give me that lame feel, "my Jamaican shooter", fuck that n***a, we shoot iron
That Rasta shit didn’t last long like Snoop Lion
This dude's dyin’
And he on the ground with this shit
This dumb ass n***a got a whole ‘nother round of this shit
Yikes!
[Round 2: Ill Will]
They done brought the prime out
So I brought a bomb out
You said you got Michigan shooters? Who?
Chris Web- n***a time out
But you the Figure Of Figueroa
I figure a row of n***as easier to kill once this mel rose (Melrose)
I ain't actin' Hollywood
Yo, send me the address and we can mail those
If it's any event, it's lit, when I'm on it
I'm beatin' L.A
Danny you think Will's shyer (Wilshire)? I'll be on every street in L.A
I said, "Figueroa", "Melrose", "Venice" "Wilshire" all of those are streets in L.A
It's like namaste, I'm with the peace in L.A
Speed it up, "Nah I'ma stay with the piece in L.A."
And body shit
It blew (blue) all through ya area like Geechi Gotti crib
I'll put a band on Danny head like the Karate Kid
Fuck a crane kick, you'll feel this kick back
If I put Danny on the stretcher, you gon' need more than a Miyagi hand rub to fix that
You better respect the skill
I done charged less to kill
You ever had a heart attack while you was driving?
Don't nobody want wreck with Ill
Cheap kick, but it'll still leave a star buried
Through the scope I'll line up the top of ya shit like Marbury
And start to spray at ya head
Unless you Marbury or Stephon, you don't want this tre at ya head
These, will knot up Myers
I'll Danny Garcia
Cock back and smoke Danny, turn Danny Garcia
I'll leave ya, type destroyed
I don't like ya poise
You wouldn't hit Ill Will (wheel) with a rocket if this was Biker Boyz
My [?] name was Ill Will and Bik- fuck it
I'ma smoke dawg
You know, Lawrence Fishburne/Kid Rock, Smoke/Dogg
You don't beat key people
That's why you next on the death
K-Shine treated you like an extra at best
I beat Shine, killed Top, buried Big T, I put vets on the stretch
Straight psycho, Jhené Aiko, I had to flex on the (e)X
But they say, "Danny an animal"
Speed it up I see a Danimal
That's what it really is
You know, somethin' small and plastic that peel back for ya little kids
William hot
Feel the shot
I give a fuck if you real or not
You'll still get a cap stuck on yo' head like Matilda pops
Danny! Why so timid?
You lamb meat, it's a wrap, let this guy roll (gyro) wit' it
I got this cold shit down to a science
I'm a biochemist in cyrophysics
Why you write those lyrics?
If I'm gon' hear it, I'll make it to where God can't even find yo' spirit
They say, "Danny", I say, "Nice victim"
They finally done brought the real (reel) in this cold shit, I'm ice fishin'
Yo' heart jelly
If it's weed in the whip, that's why the car smelly
Danny I will flip more O's than R. Kelly
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You peep the suspicion?
Bomb in (bombin') his whip, this the remix to 'Ignition'
Somethin' hot and fresh out the kitchen
If I'm rollin' he bodied, got every man in here missin'
This why I became a thug
You care about yo' life that much? Well you better step in the name of love
I watched you get yo' ass whooped by the pan-African
Ever since then, you've been pan handling
I got a panoramic view of shit that didn't pan out for you and you start panicking
That's why this man died
I watched in this pandemic you go from pandemonium to bein' pan fried
Now it's a riddle in that
I said, "pan" to show you the skill it (skillet) take
"Skillet" "ill" in the middle of that
You gettin' cooked Danny
First time meeting Cobra Kai, I know you shook Danny
This Parallel Universe got you bad at bein' a husband and a father
I just see snakes around you Danny
Like Ice Cube in Anaconda
Parallel Universe
Ice Cube name was "Danny" in Anaconda
I'm really winnin'
Give him 50
Even if I'm goin' through Hell I'm still makin' it look cool I'm Little Nicky
What's all this actin' shit about?
This what happen in my house
Penguin and Batman the only time I seen Danny blackin' at the mouth
You mad at two bodies in one?
Honor died and Miami ain't look that pretty
You ain't never got a 30 too (32) and I'm Magic Johnson; Ill at 60
Will that's shifty
And he on the ground with this shit
Thank the Lord my ceilin' ain't some Volume and shit

[Round 3: Danny Myers]
Man look, this how Hell play
Bitch ass n***a, we let shell's spray
I don't give a fuck about none of them R. Kelly bars the minute I let the 12 Play
You let 40 Cal fuck yo’ baby mama?
That n***a had his dick on her?
She asked him what rap group he was in, then he Dip'ped on her
All these rappers fuckin’ yo’ queen, that bitch snatched the community
Yo’ child turns off yo’ battles to play Diplomatic Immunity
Yes I have 10 kids, a lot of nookie, head that brought trauma to me
I vowed to never have another baby…then I felt ya mamas pussy
Is you mad n***a?
Well I’m glad n***a
You said, "Fuck that baby?"
You don’t claim her, all them lies that you told us
She put the baby on Will (wheel), and you couldn’t buy her a stroller ?
I claim all mine, you said fuck life rules
Yo’ daughter gone grow up, stand in front of battle rappers, and suck like you
You dress bummy and act like she ain’t worthy of you
Next time you battle DNA, you gone be in a paternity suit
We hit real licks, we don’t scheme how y’all scheme
I keep a Glock in the joggin'

{Danny's microphone falls out of his sweatshirt}

You dress bummy and act like she ain’t worthy of you
Next time you battle DNA, you gone be in a paternity suit
We hit real licks, we don’t scheme how y’all scheme
I keep a Glock in the joggin' pants next to the drawstring
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
I do
Onscreen, he raising a fake .40 at Rawsteen
But off screen a real 40 raising his offspring
Bar God!
Fuck ya squad, the Larkin blow
Has it ever occurred to you that "Homi" starts with "Ho"?
Marvin The Martian Flow, I’m dumpin’ ‘til I nail it
He won’t realize it’s green on his head ‘til this brush against his helmet
I’m hell bent, you a Brave Heart? Not when you bred soft
Bullets goin' through William wall is (Wallace) choppin’ his head off
Aleister Crowley once said “Do as thou wilt”
But I’m holding a darker Colt (cult) that says “Do Or Die Will”
I sold heron, glass, I had it if you would try pills
Had fiends runnin' to them lines like suicide drills
Ain’t shit you can do with my skill
This a level that you can’t assess
To know who else is in this plane you’ll have to manifest
You know Dan the best, n***as try to find loopholes
Lake Superior is proof Michigan is surrounded by something too cold
Oh you move O’s?
We in ya kitchen with a bunch of poles
Here’s a dope line...once I take it, up the nose
Our careers are juxtaposed, just suppose we was from the other coast
That GOAT conversation we both would be discussed the most
But fuck it though, I would put the tool to his mind
But I’ll get a better crowd reaction with the Uz' in the eyes (oohs and the ahhhs)
When explainin' battle rap to newcomers without choosin’ a side
A n***a who gives it a hundred percent, I’m who you would describe
But you can’t bring a knife to a gun fight, it’s .9's they spray
Let's take it up a notch, I'll have the Yak askin', "Why AKs?" (YAK)
I understand your cognitive dissonance
As far rhymin' depicted I’m the sickest mind that’s in Michigan
You tall (Utah) so you gotta raise ya arms this high when you pistol grip
But you'll vanish the next day the way mine’ll lift (Monolith) in this bitch
You’ve witnessed this, you didn’t kill the GOAT
You on the ground with this shit
Thank the Lord he don’t got another round of this shit
Yikes!

[Round 3: Ill Will]
WorldStar
{fake lunges at Danny}

I hate yo' voice
It's like, what do you scream for?
I hate yo' freckles
It looks like someone through some doo doo at you through a screen door
I hate yo' actions
Puttin' battle rap over yo' family is probably what make drama
Yo' actions show you hate Vicki more than Bobby Boucher mama
You leavin' is the reason why the drugs and the streets attacked her fast
You- wait, Bobby Boucher mama, Vicki, that's why that life attacked her fast
In ATL, you said, "Will. This my son. I just met him. I lucked up."
I looked at a 21 year old pussy cause you fucked up
The n***a was dirty as hell and you was cool wit' it
It ain't about the fashion, it's how it didn't dawn on you that you did it
Man is he weak, I can't stand his physique
Damn it Sharif
You know I'm in fo' no games but they bring this candle to me
Take a fuckin' break and give yo' family some peace
Besides, you ain't a Bar God unless you move 3,000 Xani's a week
I wig through the streets
Raised by killers and trappers
You, on a bar spree
Bricks in the whip, code word: "Where my car keys (ki's)?"
Them bows? You'll love the numbers
N***as got girl 'til the fuckin' summer
Dan any 'caine (Danity Kane) that we see did Puffy numbers
Nice blow, it might go, price low
Coke so white....shit yo' wife know
You mad n***a?
Well I'm glad n***a
Strawberry face ass n***a
Battlin' for short cake (Shortcake)
Actin' fearless, knowin' I can scare more n***as than court dates
I'll have you floatin' in front of the cannon (Canon) like a Spike Lee shoot
Shit'll open up your top like Ice-T roof
I learn the trenches
I hate n***as that ain't concerned with digits
Gun, white on ya nose, I ain't got no problem burnin' bridges
But hold on bro, let's just get a check
Danny, I know you been a vet
You a man of intellect
Bar God, you did it best
But we keep talkin' 'bout this Parallel Universe
When I'm tryin' to display how our universe intersect
You in a mess
Do you believe in an Intersecting Universe?
I do
But y'all can't look
I see all ten of ya kids
Dawg they shook
I'll take out eight of 'em
Leave two to console each other about the loss they took
Do you believe in an Intersecting Universe?
I do
It's like a portal, to go from one universe to another
So when I see you, shots eat you, face gone
They gotta travel to another universe to ID you
Do you believe in an Intersecting Universe?
I do
Cause this where it gets deep
In this universe you got all yo' hair and you battle Loaded Lux next week
Murda Mook beggin' to battle you while you live it up
Might I add, Vicki is drug free and she is thick as fuck
All yo' kids go to private school, they happy at the money that daddy make
Yo' son in ATL? You ain't just meet him, he in law school 'bout to graduate
You've headlined Summer Madness after Summer Madness
Danny you gotta go there
This n***a T-Rex just gave you 12 racks out of nowhere
This Intersecting Universe, I'm tellin' you my n***a, it's all kosher
I'm sayin', I'm tryin' to show you can't go Parallel cause you can't cross over
You know where I'm from?
It's a Matrix in the Mit'
When I realized I was The One, and I started to believe I got crazy with the Smith
You told Chilla, Keanu called you cause you was the Key Maker
Tryin' to make him believe
Well just like the movie you gon' die makin' them keys
My diagnosis? Psychosis
Will gon' stop him, I'm mental
That's why they don't mind Ill on Volume Valium
This a kill, but I'm in the middle of tranquility
So I'ma keep the peace (piece)
"Ill" in the middle of "tranqil-" fuck it, that was hard as shit
But these Little Rascals would rather see the can' crush like Darla pissed
I'm a shark in this and he on the ground-
I killed you n***a
But I'm still ya folks
I just want you to know, you go against me ya will get wrote
N***as say they the best but I kill the GOAT
Any ill will toward Ill Will, Ill will get ill and you an ugly motherfucka
Yak Town in this bitch