[Round 1: Danny Myers]
He talk all these prison stories, he ain't just one of these rappin' n***as
Y'all fuck wit' him cause y’all feel his pain, he passion driven
But I told Eazy he a bitch ass n***a, I'll take it past the limits
I'll have a Somalian stab him with a screwdriver, now he's Captain Phillips
Beasley co-signed him, Smack stand behind you rap
In public, fuck it, get behind this Smack
Pow from the hand of God
Overshadowin' a man with odds
The average human being couldn't view between this set of eyes
I'm the Prince of Persia, I'll turn hour glass, time and sand combines
But even in reverse I demand my shine
In the kitchen mixin' brown like it's the sands of time
It's a brick of heroine, this shows my clarity
Crack took over the 80's...this goes (discos) for 70
His flow could mess with me? My mind's outraged
Put some mo' (Samoan) in The Rock and one eyebrow raised
Wild out days, his body 360 for the criticism
In other words, bullets spin Da Block like they didn't hit him
Fuck ya cynicism, pole lift him, out here on a cold mission
Put it to his rim, then Block is shot; goal tendin'
Soul endin', even on a playground a gun'll fire
These kids major in war before they become a minor
Young n***as, so full of energy, but uninspired
It's fucked up they gotta rest in peace, and they wasn't tired
You can't fuck with Myers, I cock the fifth
I send a fiend at him fast a rocket ship when a rock get shipped
Struggle and drugs is what yo’ topic is?
If you see the birds I view (eye) you’ll know I was on top of shit
I ain’t do the time you did waiting on them bars to open up
But I’ll put a price on yo’ head and sell (cell) block, close enough
Focus bruh, we seen you wreakin’ havoc
Now SMACK got Block in (blocking) battles like he ain’t want another league to have it
This n***a be dramatic, but really he ain’t half as decent
How he enter calm (intercom) with all this plain (plane) shit?
This is your Captain speakin’?
Caps is squeezin’? Y’all better listen again
You don’t chef Boy or D (Boyardee) but you went to the can?
This n***as a scam
There’s a lesson in every bar? We don’t got the same employer
Every n***a that got a lesson from a bar became a lawyer
I’ll flame a saucer ’til you on the ground with this shit
Dickhead ass n***a got another two rounds of this shit
Yikes!
[Round 1: Eazy The Block Captain]
The Block Cap' finally made it n***a
I ain't never battled another Cali n***a before
So let's get straight to these payments n***a
All he do is, jab, jab, jab, jab, jab...light jab
Another light jab
Finally say some fire shit
Scream out "Bar God"
Put your hand on top of ya head
Circle ya op' and talk 'bout you "too cold"
You know what we call that?
"A cold dickhead"
Another vet, let's try again
I give y'all pain and bars, plus find a way to tie it in
N***a I'm back, cause these vets scared to death and won't guide us in
I sent the code to P phone like I'm signin' in
Tryin' to get a chick number without my jack
Danny, should I find my pin (pen)?
N***a I asked for Rex
Head ICE, not this man
True story, he needed money, I felt bad so I switched plans
So don't come in here talkin' 'bout this was a favor shit
Street Fighter nobody picked Dan
If y'all seen one Danny Myers battle, y'all done seen 'em all
This not personal, you not even an achievement battle
I ain't even half to work for you
You don't even move like no vet
You act funny
You act too fuckin' much
A bald head n***a with no breaks, you a crash dummy
Ask P, I ain't even wanna do this
I said "No", so if I lose I feel stupid
Contract I sent, they still add Myer to my will like Joyner Lucas
Shotgun, we seatbelt n***as who wanna ride
Don't think cause I say "Allah Akbar" I come to die
You respect n***as who pray, God?
God my prey, I'm huntin' mine
Especially from the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
You done fucked up 12 and 25
I know you broke, I see the grind
They know you broke too, that give them a piece of mind
All these battles and ya man still fucked up, n***a you don't read between the lines
You know how many false promises I made to Allah to get me out them Bars, God?
N***a walk wit' me
Stash spot, slit the mattress, knocked the pounds off
Took a loss, came back, flipped like semi semi round off
I know, how to get to this n***a
Call in with a deposit and a date, that's his weakness
Kevin Hart in Jumanji watch him take the cake
You a cornball
Holmzie beat you, you went out there to them cameras and cried 'bout being robbed
N***a being robbed?
I got judged by a n***a with the same name as me
Just to find out Tony was no Bro of mine
N***a I had to grind, no co-sign, just to get this little ass paper
And you'se the favorite who lost
I'm the n***a who lost and became a favorite
N***a I really do this
With people here or with no crowd
I've been to silent parties, that's why work the room with no sound
Caution tape, keep out
Come to Philly, we shoot police now
I chose drugs cause after a week of them chargin' 'em cards got 'em a free trial
N***a you always screamin', I take that as a cry for help
Mad at Smack cause y'all hired help
Do something besides rap, get a job, n***a apply yaself
Last n***a I killed, popped a bottle and poured out liquor for himself
You rap so fuckin' much they done took all the name flips
All the schemes
I was 'bout to come here and not say shit
N***a I feel bad 'bout your next opponent
What is he 'bout to say?
We gotta pray that something bad happens to you today
N***a you pathetic, no cappin'
I know you milkin' it cause you below average
Out here being expendable, look how this old n***a actin'
Don't be coy with me
The money you battle for, I spent that on lawyer fees
Battle rappin' every week don't make you a legend or royalty
It make you a dickhead
[Round 2: Danny Myers]
Aye, that was straight friend
Give him eight to his chin
And let 'em bake in
Nobody peeped in 'til you get this uppercut from all that fake "yeah"
Bar God!
I put the Beanie on in Philly and show 'em that The Truth is the gun
This The Reason it’s Becoming clear he’s ‘bout to lose a lung
Was movin’ tons but not just sour
I’m Jamie Fox, I took the pills and brought the Project Power
This what I specialize in, Smack, a bullet to his throat will jeopardize him
So the next time Block call, you won’t be able to recognize him
Eazy The Block Captain Save-A-Ho, this might sound condescendin'
Whether (weather) Hurricane blows n***as or not is my kind of business
Apparently you love that girl, you ain't got a problem with it
But if I reach deep enough in her pussy I'll find Twork's condom in it
You lose bum, everyday that pussy ooze cum
I was just playin' about the condom part, cause they ain't use one
These the hoes y’all choose from? The ones that show their sleazy side
You fuckin’ these nasty broads raw, ain’t that how Eazy died?
Cortez called you a "n***a", but all yo' verses be hard
And (N) I? Too (two) G, aye, he woulda been in the E.R
He said "N***a" With Attitude, I damn there started fightin' the T.V
I'm too cold, I became Ice Cube when I was writin' for Eazy
We come from a background of strugglin' and eatin Tuna
They said we'd be dead or in jail, I believed the rumors
My girl had a deck of Tarot cards to read 'em to us
But I got a pack, took a look in the crystal and seen the future
Ridin' in a Bad Meets Evil, the white top Royce
Everything I say be deep like Mike Knox voice
Bitch, I’ll beat yo’ ass before we spray off gats
That’s 11 shots, 10 steals, with one Block; playoff stats
Every verse sick, I burst fifths, but with a blade I'll do worse shit
That means before any shooting starts, the Captain gets the first pick
Give me something to work with, Eazy The Block Captain see he should stop rappin'
Smack, name a time you seen me that's not classic
I never slacked as an artist, spit my passion regardless
I began my career on the Block now I'm back where I started
My raps are retarded, latch on the target, blastin’ the cartridge
Once I lock it (locket), they’ll search where the other half of his heart is
You one of the hardest, but you still need a few more battles
You Philly n***as never get out of New York’s shadow
It’s like y’all took they style and cloned that shit
Reed think he Rambo, y’all still on (Stallone) that shit
You still on that shit...you on the ground with this shit
Bitch ass dickhead got a whole ‘nother round of this shit
Yikes!
[Round 2: Eazy The Block Captain]
I said, he livin' the life of his inner child, a life he can never live
So he reflectin', and y'all respect it
I don't
I think you put bullshit together and make it effective
What I see is a bitch screamin', this is a domestic
What I see is two n***as yellin' this ya reflection
You know what's greater than bein' a rookie?
Is to find out that y'all vets is less than
I don't get, what they like about you
Probably the shit that I don't like about you
You a fraud and I'ma give you a sample of it
You said you created Restore Order
No you didn't
Swave called and you restored order
You couldn't handle nothin'
Not only is you pussy and you got took for much
You ain't create Restore Order, you was the first example of it
N***a hands up
I don't know if I sound like Chris Rock but I do stand up
Your location will be found it ain't by damn luck
We was taught to find y'all n***as playin' Manhunt
So if I catch you at the bar, I send you to G-
I give Dan what Dan want
It's a homi comin' soon
Sweep the evidence mob style, Italians with the broom
Cops come, it's a Caffeine production, no body (nobody) in the room
You gon' hear my cries
These old head n***as manipulated us when we asked for help
The Parallel Universe you speak of
Lies, got me booked, buried, case and put up on the shelf
N***a shots blazed
All repercussions like a rock band
Aim perfect, I'm tryin' to remove profanity, I got Dan (God damn)
If you got kids I know that's off limits and that's a wild move
But if you owe me bread, safety off, take the baby and make the child proof
I call fiends with no work, that means I bagged up salt and dialed too
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe cause I- BULLSHIT!
BULLSHIT!
BULLSHIT!
I can tell you ain't have many friends
You was the freckle boy, pussy n***a, they took ya innocence
So you created a world to vibe to
Cause you wasn't respected in the one you was livin' in
So it's not ya bars, it's ya concept that we call into question
Or is it really parallel or is it your altered perception?
I know why you mad at me tho'
Cause I promote my demons and I got work to flip
And when you look at me, it's imagery of a n***a who used to serve ya bitch
N***a Bar God, I can't tell
Back to the block if the culture get mad at me cause I can sell
Went to the kitchen to assisted livin', I treated the grams well
I can find a bitch in you once a clip in you and see Dan yell (Danielle)
I can dissect that God shit but it's already holes in ya analogy
Ya last battle, it was God versus a god, one died, this Greek mythology
You not even the best in the west n***a, I'm really back steppin'
Geechi got COTY so explain to me how you on the map, legend
This n***a no GOAT
Bazooka bubblegum, this rapper a joke
You know what's funny n***a?
I was 30 when I got life insurance
You know what else is funny n***a?
I protected somebody else drugs in my life [?]
Go 'head and laugh, cause my past, it never lead home
It was never debit, I done fucked up more credit than FedLoan
You postin' negative [?] accounts on ya Twitter? That shit sickenin' to me
Show y'all have no hustle and y'all n***as not listenin' to me
Pokémon Go, lookin' like a dickhead in the street
N***a it's done

[Round 3: Danny Myers]
Coming from the streets only a couple of ways to make dough
You either rap, play ball, or slang dope
I knew a Mexican from the hood that bake O’s
They said “you lookin’ for T esse? (TSA)", I grabbed a crate load
Threw it in back of my Range Rov, that’s when Jake Rose
How ironic, they was in plain clothes
See it’s a closed plane we livin’ in
You either win a ‘ship, get shipped to the pen, or use ya penmanship
So pennin’ shit while my public defender defendin’ all my pendin’ shit
Got me sendin’ shit through the firin' pin so fast even the wind get chipped
I give a fuck if you Popeye off the spinach dip
We militant
They make movies ‘bout us, they could never stop us
This Black Hawk Down a helicopter
You wanna wage World War too (II), you must ain’t seen all my killings
I won’t hold it against you, but this Pearl Harbor feelings
Bar God!
I’ll come to Philly and give his Beanie Macs
In every verse he talkin’ Rock (Roc), but he a n***a that the PD crack (Peedi Crakk)
Hey fella, the drama is ten fold, the Llama will send foes
Headshot, he spazzin' but not movin'; Saga in Zen mode
This where the problem begins though, I converse mean
His blood left him with stained glasses, it’s a church theme
Lakers just won the title, to celebrate I'm tryna hurt things
Let one connect across Anthony brow with the first ring
My n***a just came home from prison, sellin' rocks in his community
He couldn’t get hired cause of a murder, using Glocks with no impunity
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
I do
I paid him to kill you, if not my opp’ll ruin me
He couldn’t a job because of murder, now Block his opportunity
Stop the scrutiny, ain’t no fairy tale with this heater man
I’ll leave Captain hooked (Captain Hook) to all kinds of tubes, he’ll have to Pee the (Peter) Pan
With either hand I can surely move mountains
Plus I can see through n***as forces like the early 2000’s
I’m wildin’, this Philly bitch ain't on par with me
That n***a from yo’ city, but Cassidy call and spar with me?
There’s a lesson in every...who gone die? You are fool
I make these n***as pay for these lessons like Umar school
A few more tools, a hundred shots on the block get a lot of attention
How you can not get to these payments when I got an extension?
I’m from a block full of henchman
And you on the ground with this shit
This dumb ass dickhead is lucky he don’t got another round of this shit
Yikes!

[Round 3: Eazy The Block Captain]
Aye we definitely got a style clash for sure
You give 'em punchlines I give 'em answers
You give 'em schemes I give 'em scammers
You give 'em lyrical ability I want war
I want the ability to be lyrical with this blammer
So n***a stay back
Drop arm
Bullet for every freckle on your face and a spot on
Save that
If I play then I staged that
Bald head for a bald head
Plus nobody remember you from AHAT
That's ya problem
They tryin' to rap wit' me
I come to really talk
Fly to Cali, movie theater style and it get really dark
This is not for likes
Folks died on Christmas so candles get hung up with lights
I ran across an Uncle Ice
Let me know when I can use your "yikes"
N***a you can't talk down to my concepts
Not when you never lived in my mindset
My shooter never went to school
Y'all give him a book so what the Reader supposed to Digest?
We look up to ya O.G.'s just to be looked down as prospects
Then you took us to the front of the book, but what was on the table was contents
N***a this the n***a don't want me to talk to?
This the Bar God?
This the bull people pray to?
When the judge make 'em all rise, this a tribute, I'm the voice for the streets
I keep it simple, the Block spit 'em out God, you just accept who I give you
You know that?
All my stories is real
I swear to God, if you don't believe me, check by my name if you want to verify
Some of my teachers from the N.O.I
I got a business, started winnin', they tried to strip it cause they fear a con' (Farrakhan)
Since 2012 I've been talkin' like this
I gave the alley
N***as took my style and tried to knock me
Didn't even give me ten cents to copy
So whatever your struggle story is, I've been there
Invite me over, I'll slide through
I'm Eazy everywhere that I move
Ask who sell drugs in your universe
Cause I do
You know the difference between me and you?
N***a it ain't hard, it ain't real if I don't stamp it
It's a lesson in every bar
I wish I would've knew what I know now
But since you knew what I know I gotta tell you to slow down
N***a I don't fuckin' play
If I'm not in jail I can't see my family struggle no fuckin' way
To the point that the second part of my first bid I took work release and turned myself in every fuckin' day
N***a it's a lesson in every bar
You ain't no fuckin' God
You wanna tell 'em or should I?
Why you just meet your son at 21 at an RBE event? Huh?
And y'all praise him, Mr. Myers
The first time he knew your location was on a flier
He had to drive and pay to get into an event to meet his father
I'm not sayin' I made some mistakes but you should be smacked, n***a
Cause ain't no way in Hell battle rap should see you more than that n***a
There's a lesson in every bar
I blame the n***a before me for your bitch faults
I exposed it so I know about the cold sweats and spit ups, n***a I sold it
I know it's a coping mechanism when somebody don't pick up
If I reload it, and them bitches ain't had no money, I was accepting dick sucks
Y'all know the negative [?] of sellin' drugs? It's retarded
It was no way out for me, it was ten n***as in one apartment
You can't be conscious when ya kid starvin'
I traded a good life for your hardship
So for all the drug dealers out there Danny we sorry
It's a lesson- no fuck that, didn't you use to hustle too?
Yeah you gotta take some of the blame
Cause ten years ago me and you, yeah we was one of the same
I done fucked so many bitches in that crib it wasn't until the cops raided it, that's how the neighbors knew my name
So quit with the riff raff cause you destroyed lives too, don't ever forget that
And it was just parallel that yours got fucked up that's how your universe get back
I done sold to white boys who hated me but I had to get my paper up
When I ain't have it, meth labs, I created stuff
Cops was lookin' for suspicious activity so I start wakin' up
Put a confederate flag in front of my trap house and I ain't get raided once
Closed caskets was the arrangement, n***a!
Take my ass back to Philly! You can't afford these payments, n***a!
It's GUTTA!
IT'S GUTTA!