{Kid Chaos opts to go first}

[Round 1: Kid Chaos]
Act One: Of The Tragedy That Is Danny Myers

Let’s start by stating the obvious shall we?
Tonight, you’re gonna be significantly more lyrical, than typical Which is a gift that I give to you
I mean cause you wish to prove, what the Kid can do isn’t difficult So then coincidentally it then to, will be assistin' you and yo' pen on hittin’ this pinnacle...
I know that was a lot
Basically, I swear when you speak, it’s gone be an Air BNB; oh you gone flip the room
But when you do, just know that I possess those properties first so I’m more responsible for it then you
Y’all know this shit the truth
Every time you touch the ring, you mirror your opponents to some degree
It’s funny with all these multiverses in which bruh believe, that as far as dimension goes, flat out there’s really only one to D (1D)
So tonight you gonna put aside some of "just should punch routine" just because you’ve studied what I bring
Damn I’m a threat!
I got the Mandela Effect
I’m the future, making this legend adjust to me
Boy I couldn’t even prep for you a month of weeks
And still made you my business
When you shouldn’t even be in my company
But because I don’t budge it (budget) seems
You’re a liability that shouldn’t be afforded that luxury
So go ahead
Cause even wit’ my back against the wall, the Kid 'bout to leave his mark as I measure myself above you B
And for years you’ve charted my growth, so you already know what’s up wit’ me!
But what you bring?
Shit only the west craving (Wes Craven), a bunch of Screams?
So I’ma wash this pussy fuckin' clean
Since we coming up on spring, and that’s Summers Eve
So don’t huff and puff wit’ me
Cause like the Chris Tucker scene, in Friday when he was trippin' off angel dust for weeks
I ain’t seen a muhfucka yet that I think touchin' me
Boy I would even be tweaking on Twitch
Wait a second bro
You think cause we in Cali I’ma be shook punk?
Boy in the [?] we got military grade guns, I'm comfortable enough to go to any hood bruh
Shit make me look buff
So don't ask me why these arms so big...bitch I do pull ups
So even if you could duck, I’m got somethin' that'll Hawk you down for starters
This tre (Trae) done took Young
So these shells gone bomb ya, like how I feel about Michelle Obama
Bitch I wish you would run
Cause I ain’t gone play, I know you created a Parallel Universe for me tonight, right?
Good, make my day!
And I’ma break yo' face!
Cause lookin' back at the stats from dude, that I’ve viewed
This shit made me actually mad at something I had to do
I love women bro
I did not put on body spray to attract this fool
I didn’t ask (Axe) for you
Cause you rap like the average Smack recruit
So one sided you come across plain (plane) like latitude
I mean, we all talk about havin' straps and tools
Hell I just said I got the biggest chambers in the house but I still made a blueprint on how to master rooms
But as for you?
It took for there to be no stars for you to have your Big Bang; Darwin would lose it
If he saw how yo' progress is doing
You would have all of our views, on biology ruined
Cause how you believe in all this science you using and not evolution bro
It boggles the students
So if yo' career was life itself you'd still be microorganism tryna learn how to survive and maneuver
Damn!
Guess this means this what you mean when you told me online you not even human
I mean, I am influenced
But see, it's more so from your role
You were a roster best but forgoing stuff to grow
Yet at the top I guess so swords thrown to cut ya throat
Will have the doctors stitch what tore sewing up a goat (torso and up a goat), like Baphomet
But I’m not impressed
Smack will let me rap five minutes and pretend his clock ain’t set
Cause I told him he could cut me off when I lie, and he ain’t stop me yet
I'm cocky? Yes
But Dan Myers the vampire you do not reflect
How back in the heyday, you established this main frame
But retracted from adding cause you still rappin’ the same way
You gon' come and spit, lame stuff, a bunch of flips
Say bruh that’s nothing big
You have like a million children of course you ‘bout to fuck the Kid name up
Like, "I can’t remember is you Cindy or Jane?"
Shit ain’t a game
Wit’ that little village of children you made, it looks to me that you are literally living my name
Kid...Chaos
Goddamn bro, you prolly gonna use me to vent to them on this stage ain't you?
Like “I’m get enraged, two baby Ninas, reminds you of all the children I’ve raised
But this is okay. If I corner him it’s cause I spend everyday puttin' kids in they place
Bar Goooood
Boy fuck you...
That shit you rap isn’t special
But I’ma let you have at ya lesson and get to that in the second
We from South Carolina

[Round 1: Danny Myers]
Aye, this ain't about which man yell it the best
Bitch, I beat yo' ass last week, this is just the Mandela Effect
I'm here to rap witchu
I got bars, I brought a pack for you
If you let this hoe tell it (hotel), he right here Shining and that's where I brought an Axe for you

I'm too cold bro. You see them rebuttals my n***a? I'm too cold man, listen

Small crowd in here, no gas, no way to throw in the steam
Can’t make noises around the monster, no one can scream
That’s when the Kid hold his toy in the air, ‘bout to go in a scheme
Then a demon kills him in A Quiet Place, that’s the opening scene
Focus the beam, right between his eyes, then squeeze off
I ain’t bitin' his style, but when he get this HEADSHOT, it’s gone be D fault (default)
I was in deep thought, bullets can be heroes when life is dire
Cause when y’all ran, these went into the Chaos like a firefighter
You can’t write with Myers, I done left all my rivals warned
As I signed the last page of our contract, I realized I wasn’t in my final form
Smack turned Steve Harvey on me, you might not ‘get it, you a bird brain really
He think he can merge lanes, cause his word play witty
The same axis anywhere I stand on the globe will have the Earth’s weight tipping
I broadcasted god level lyricism to every continent though the world stayed spinning
So even if I miss (Ms.) America
This bitch should’ve never been mentioned in the first place (1st place) with me
I’m from the era when n***as you used to get their safe house rushed
We was moving weight ‘round with the tre pound tucked when you n***as was doing the “A Town Stomp”
Drive by, roll the window down, blaze y’all chumps
Kid crew will get they clothes burned for the first time, oh you thank y’all fucked?
Nah, it’s an anomaly with the flame I touch
Raise high bust, the K squeeze, his brain freeze, everything came out slush
Way down but...
Nah, fuck this n***a, brang out Lux!!
Since this Jit is ransom, I give n***as life with the shit I write, I’m doin’ stints in stanzas
So anyone who’s hip knows this (hypnosis) is just an attempt to trance him
The force that can make the living vanish can be defeated by a temper tantrum
So you’re now looking at found footage, of the GOAT cooking the Kid...this is Antrum
Let’s get expansive, he ain’t worthy when pens mentioned
I brutalize his body surgically then kill him
Preferably vertically skin peel him
I’ll mercury syringe fill him
Til it perfectly blends in him, I’m doin' the Kid worse than A Serbian Film endin’
My murder spree been trendin’, I don’t usually settle
Battle rap is a open world video game...
I’m from the days it used to be levels!
You think you musically special?
I'll catch you in the studio doin’ ya part
Shave a drum stick, use the sharp end to skew in ya heart
Bash his head with an MPC 'til you see the fuse when it spark
Then paint a picture with ya blood; Music Is Art
I’m an instrument of death, my level of rhymes is separation
Cecil Hotel...y’all don’t see what’s behind his elevation?
Without hesitation, he built his style while making a lunch
He said let us (lettuce) get this bread, give 'em food for thought they can discuss
He let it chill a (Chilla) bit, blended his style, while bakin' (bacon) it up
He was gone let it be a Single bite, then he said, “Fuck it, make it The Lux" (Deluxe)
Ain’t with that style you’ll never make it to Lux
That’s not a statement to play you
SMACK rappers were original when the foundation was stable
When Rex was rapping his chain was swinging in his face when it dangled
Arsonal brought disrespect to the game his phrases were fatal
Lux had lyricism, Mook had sensational angles
I did that sandwich scheme and made it a fable
Basically asking this n***a, "What the fuck do he bring to the table?"
These the n***as they can’t even label
Rookies
New N***as
We don’t know y’all
Back then it felt like we knew n***as
This where I take the Kid to school, please let’s not get confused
‘96 Olympics move
My pen’ll (Pin a bomb) bomb on a n***a like Richard Jewel
My uncle was alcoholic, we used to play Street Fighter, I miss our dialogue
He held down the block wasn’t shit fake in his background, he was quite involved
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
I do
He would drink and get violent, he ain’t wanna fight at all
My kin (Ken) had a couple rounds, went through the motions, and blast a n***a off a fireball
They tryna see the Messiah fall, nah, you on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit
Yikes!
[Round 2: Kid Chaos]
Act 2 of “The tragedy that is Danny Myers”

I say a bar I like..."Fuck is you playin' with?!"
He say a bar he like...
{Chaos starts screaming and pulls out a party popper}

Alright, obviously, I wanted that part to come off comically
But see the impression I gave, is the impression you give
You’ve made yourself a mockery
From all the hollering, and the posturing
Puttin' lima beans in a time machine, quite possibly
You never had a spell where you showed you owned those words like an apostrophe
A Bar God god MC?
Not to me, but see those properties, I got 'em, see
I’ll take the Virgin Mary and Mary Magdalene and get Mary Mary to ménage wit’ me
Turn 'em all to freaks
And I only thought of that bar cause he
Give himself a title that’s fuckin' too (two) broad to me
So the song I sing, is gospel themed
I already mentioned "Mary Mary" and you ain’t got in you what I “God in me”
An anomaly to a nominee
Hell, even if my ops elite, I’m still who P would swap for B
So in a word I can even make them sound obsolete
You follow me?
See, you are a fraud MC bro
I hate the rep you're given
Cause they say you extra pennin'
Let you wonder (Wanda) off which (Witch) creates a hex with them
Cause you lack soul but they respect your Vision
And let you get a way (away) wit’ Hell for instance
You told Ars’ you gotta use yo' gun to your phone's camera to unlock it
Didn't make any sense but still they was yellin', trippin'
When that bar make me wanna mush yo' Apple through a steering wheel so wit' ya face you’ll wreck ignitions (facial recognition) SKUUUURRTTT!
Hit the brakes and rev the engine
I’m puttin' my feet down you can say I’m pressed and pissed then (pressin' piston)
Cause I'm mad bro
Y'all know I studied all of bro tapes
And you know this is no hate
But y’all gassed that “Who Am I” round like it was so great
Well ya don’t say
When that shit- when you think about it, was a broken toll gate
Cause they let you pass and it ain’t make no sense (cents) in no way
All he did was set up bad schemes
Correlating with sellin' mad ki's h
Hella packs seized and puttin' himself in traps, where fellas stack green
But never had themes
Directly correlating with the battler he accepted that week
So when he ended it with “I AM DRUGZ”
I did the math and thought the numbers he did was average, like, "Psst whatever that means”
But you yelled it at peak
Actin' like you the best but I haven’t been too impressed
Like as long as yo' punches fire, you think none'll tire (nun attire) but that’s still a habit l knew address (a dress)
We know Cali is used to natural moving threats
Using the Richter Scale to measure earth quakes, but that’s a tool you neglect
Cause we can’t even graph how you, truly shake and rattle rooms Cause I don’t think you’ve grasped the magnitude of this yet
That happens by da fault
So wait, d (the) fault, or default, it's D fault
Pppuh, mind blown
I mean I won’t say it fits him perfect, but the shit's concernin'
From how he pick ya words, to his discernment
To how you were in a camp and tripped, determined
For it to get him a pitch to live in then worked it for all intents (in tents) and purpose
To how you're intense on purpose, you know what I'm sayin'?
To how you're intense on purpose, sayin' a lot of dumb ass shit they let you get away wit’
Cause you ancient
So if you slip a disc it’s worth it
Y’all steady tryna get him workin'
But he glitchin', certain
Because he been playing at the same level for years cause he the default demo version
HEADSHOT!
It’s rare you get to meet you influence in person
I mean this is super
Look at you back in time tryin' to prevent the future
But like that Bruce Willis movie, if you tryin' to kill who you were, you shoulda just been a Looper
This shit ain’t just a rumor
So history will reflect, that the kid was seen as a threat
So once you see these bars are golden you’ll realize the only motherfucker getting rid of me is myself
Which is the piece you neglect
Oh I went to searchin'
And in ya verses
Bro, you are an average dude at ya best
But they’ve established you as a vet, when really your only attribute is you have attitude and you yell
You lack the aptitude for this test
You're like the machine we see in a teacher's classes room on a desk
You think you get dem (dim) lights, and think we gone see it as off the wall cause all you have to do is project
But that’s the tool you neglect
Time man
[Round 2: Danny Myers]
Aye first of all...Come here, come here. No go ahead. Drink your water. Get over here. Alright, so right here

Bam, bam, I'm gon' beat this bitch up
Go get a broom and a dust pan and you gon' sweep this shit up
Now first of all little n***a, I'm for real I gotta touch you up
You said you was gonna fuck Mary Magdalene
N***a that's Jesus bitch, He gon' fuck you up!
For real, why you fuckin' Jesus bitch?

I cried during my third round vs Hollow, that whole scene was cold
For years I been fightin' to get my children out the system, that’s my dreams and goals
You know what it’s like watchin' yo’ kids grow up in a foster home, the same time you tryna lead a coast?
So when they gave me Kid, Chaos, it’s nothing I never seen before
They said Chaos was here before the universe, it’s in the description
But the question that boggles the human mind is...is it a difference?
Like how could something still before be within the existence
Of what it morphed into? Hold on let’s switch the consensus
For instance, we got this thing called “Daytime” and it's op' is night
And the only way to spot the difference is by spottin’ light
So which came first?
And before y’all say "sun" (son)
I could just take him out the picture and show y'all that I always was
Bar God!
Laser focus, two arms behind my back, this is my dark side (Darkseid)
I’m confused on how you got your name when everything you jots the same
When “chaos" by definition represents constant change
Lots of pain
They can tell we Hellraisers from how the block arranged
Am I insane?
It’s like the Leviathan spiralin’ outside the mental institution my mind is in
His spine’ll bend, his skull ripped when the blade retractin’
Every time I battle these Pen (Pinhead) heads it’s a chain reaction
This is not no level up, the chop gone severe ya
I’ll have your composite sketch, looking like a Picasso replica
Colossal weapon tucked, this gone be a tragedy
I was ridiculed for givin' Rex 12K to rap with me
Now they say it’s drugs (Drugz) that got me here, exactly
The only n***a in rap that opened up a door with half a key (ki)
I stopped every n***a that had a streak, you just now meetin' Smack and Beas'
You wasn’t on YouTube, BET, but you right here on this App with me
I approached this battle with apathy, the audacity, I’m tryin' to not slap you
I was going 730 (7:30) on n***as when SMACK had a 5 o’clock shadow
I’m just showing you what time it is, this n***a gettin' his wig slid
The minute they gave me a rapper from down south, I was coming for Kid kid (Kidd Kidd)
Took his son for hostage, he ain't paid so he died slow
He was found with a ransom letter stuck to his ribs, but on a side note
I teach lessons with this right hand, I’m Sonic fast, shit’ll break off into you
I drop gems with these Knuckles, I call 'em “Chaos Emeralds”
My words play off literal
I ain’t gotta do performance
Soon as he said “Music Is Art” is when I drew it on him
You gon' need a priest in the hood, I’m going Druid on him
The heat’ll clap you for speakin’ babble it’s a confusin' moment
Look at the App bitch you losin’ on it
I smoke my opposition
No amount of votes can put you close to my position
Even in the media, my social kinda wicked, even my post apocalyptic
Look at all the quotes that I done scripted
How could I be so nice?
I got n***as that'll kill you to get rent money, and a new lease on life
It’s beef on sight, we gon' trade ya life for cash
I got n***as that’ll wet the Kid and leave him wet, I’m talkin' diaper rash
Writers have motivation, I inspire guys
So if yo’ crew diss me openly, y’all gone die a tribe (diatribe)
Fire fly 'til you on the ground with this shit
This wack got a whole ‘nother round of this shit
Yikes!

[Round 3: Kid Chaos]
One thing about Chaos, is I don’t slack
From the openin' credits to the final act
It's curtains close when I attack
But some people say my rhymes too complied to grasp, well I do that
To make sure there’s no lines to Jack
So if I call you out, ain’t no star 69 for that
Cause I don’t know how to dial it back
Now is that arrogance?
Or simply me wearing where my awareness is?
Cause these comparisons, to these heretics
Got me tight, cause they don’t fit me, them shits is wearing thin
So go ahead, go and angle me like you was lyin' on Drugz...I dare you bitch
I’ll be very pissed
I don’t matter what tier you is
I’m Chaos and a T’d off terrorist is where terror is
So yo skin may tear a bit, but that's cause I want to tear a bite (terabyte) of ya memory where a terrace
Do you terrible, contusions, bruises, I bet a host will show like Terrance did
And that's the scary bit, I ain’t sparing shit
Even in my body bags, bitch ain't no more room I can spare in them
My bags are packed...I’m prepared to trip
Boy the shots I give are mixed, wit’ Iron Solomon and Charlie when
You see me airin' (Aaron) Clips
Bullets at the top of the magazine, rap like me, you know, upstairs and shit
In a Full House that carry twins
So Myers will get shot 'til the white show
Now they gotta find something to make Danny Tanner wit'
There it is
The moment you notice you fucked up
See ya road got some bumps cause lately you just been rolling on dumb luck
I mean, we promote you a GOAT but
Some of us don't think you supposed to be one bruh
You lowkey a sub huh?
So a knife thrown in ya gut up to ya throat is a must cause....
You know when I get a sub, you know the Kid gonna cut up
So what’s up?
Danny Myers...I’m not sure if you’re aware of this
But you do know that you can retire?
Right?
Or do you feel without this culture to sing your praises there not much of a purpose you can acquire (a choir)?
Oh let’s amplify ya
Cause we notice a lot, you be mediocre often a lot
And they still call you a god and give you all of these props
But I don't think it's cause your verses ill it’s
Prolly cause they don’t wanna hurt ya feeling cause we think this may be all that you got
Now you may say that that’s a reach
And maybe it could be
But if you look at the way they exaggerate what you achieve, it’s not as crazy as it seems
You lost three battles in a row to the new generation of MC’s
Eazy, Holmzie, and Jerry Wess
Even lost the Will like they deflated your esteem
But every card they got a chance for Danny like you they favorite team
So URL keep the name on a repeat, every card it’s, "Danny Danny" They want you to stay DM (stadium) it seems
But that’s my point, you see curve in which you graded in this D?
You almost failing see (C)
So they should just place you in between
But after four failed tests they say you on a (honor) roll and now you graduating with a B
Do you get the correlation that I bring?
I never clearly lose and yet they say I gotta do ten more battles 'fore I make it on this league
But you can lose four, then put on the bare minimum on a “run” and they’ll say you on a streak
And that’s the naked truth
And I promise this ain’t no hate to you
You know you my dawg
So maybe just my frustration at the culture breaking through
And I’m finding a way to make it relate to you
But I promise I’ve relayed the proof
Bro, you're a passionate, battle rap activist
And who wants to dislike the likeable guy?
So you know what they do?
Fans assist you wit’ the best praise
And pick up after your messes they give you help lame
But if I get done dirty, Chaos gotta clean up after Chaos, bitch I’m self made
And you gon' get ya self slain
So you better get yaself some help
Before you don’t got enough credits to be in a real class and I give you this TEC(h)
Then your family and friends will be stressed
Confused, cause you dead and yet they still miss you to death
But then I will tell your mother I'll put bullets in her (inner) child cause he was kiddin’ (kid in) himself
Bitch I’m the best
And the validity of that statement isn’t contingent upon whether or not you’ve admitted it yet
Even your, you know, contemporaries try to downplay my ability That's simply because they witness a threat
But every non believer gon' get they day of reckoning, I just ain’t get the chance to get to them yet
Cause I'm a god
And it's more than what I do with these bars
Even down to the tool that's why I'm truly a star
Think you provin' me wrong then go through all my songs
And then you'll be M.I.A.: Music Is Art

[Round 3: Danny Myers]
South America, archaeologists drove their vans into town
They uncovered stone faces with African features on the land that surrounds
These were the Olmecs
Lost civilization of man that was found
Even back then they wanted to see a n***a head underground
It’s a pledge I am bound
On site (sight) the gun’ll line you
And I'ma put you in the same position, I'll undermine you
I’ll come and find you, I’m at ya crib to spray the K off
Soon as I got to South Carolina, I went into a state of Chaos
I don’t take a day off, I can’t fear this cat
You’re exactly what it would sound like if Shakespeare could rap
N***a you look like Da Brat , let’s get this war poppin’
I got shotguns, AR's, MACs, more options
Extendeds, fully automatics, .4's, rockets
I just gave him all the toys, then they found the Kid...spoiled, rotten
For a profit, this punk’ll get bitch slapped mean
Now I’m disrespectin’ the (Disrespect N) the Kid like ya Double Impact team
This is like 3 Card Monty
You know how you tryna figure how they keep beatin’ you
But you can’t put your finger on the move from either view
It’s the crowd, they in on it too
That’s what deceiving’ you
There reaction from the people is what makes the scheme believable
N***a you in the league with who?
What level are you equal to?
The minute URL seen the lead in you I deleted you
Sequel move
You know how the first movie be a hit?
And the second one leave you in a boring off mood?
Fuck it, I'ma show y'all how to blow apart too (Part 2)
This shit a circus, and y’all know it’s all true
Complete Chaos, but I’m Restor'ing Order off you
Y’all n***as forging y’all views
Against a man that writes critical
Memorable?
They gone remember you through a candle light visual
Witch craft, stiff jab, get ya lungs stabbed
A HP Lovecraft blood bath when the guns blast
You fighting tentacles, look n***a, ya life is minuscule
Look n***a, ya life is minuscule, off principle, hung the Kid from a bridge, I suspended you
Ya writings typical compared to mine, I’m twice as lyrical
I pop up every 200 years, I’m Bicentennial
Bye, send ten of you
In a Street Fight, you’ll see me stomping on n***as heads with Bison’s tennis shoes
Remember the Parallel Universe I taught n***as?
Well in this one, you the Bar God, and I’ll be a Lost N***a
{whispering} Lost n***a, lost n***a, lost n***a
Like, where am I?
I’m in a world, originality gets the crowd to roar
There goes Lux battling Chilla, and they done heard your style before
Where am I?
In my world I seem so bad
But in this world my dreams gone shatter cause schemes don’t matter
Where am I?
N***as on the corner rapping with gats on they hips
Lyricism comes first and performance is last on the list
Where am I?
In this world, rookies ain’t got SMACK on they dick
The road to success is driven by passion and gas don’t exist
Where am I?
This is where truth revealed
You got ya name known through word of mouth and battles don’t do a mil'
Where am I?
In this world, rappers is using skill
On building tops and the loser jumpin' off the roof for real
Where am I?
I’m in Chaos, the spirit of God using telepathy
And that would be the only thing that could possess him to step to me
I'll cut a guy, blade out the pocket look like a butterfly
Now I'm goin' back and forth with the kid like, "I know you are, but what am I?"
You get mummified
He on the ground with this shit...