[Round 1: Jey The Nitewing]
They gave me more shit for stumblin' than they did you for givin' up
I found that fascinating
Dismissed my efforts, highlight the fuck outta my mistakes, and exaggerate 'em
Just to offer you the understandin', not addressin' the issue, which only exacerbates it
"Danny Myers loves the culture so much", speakin' on you like you're the dad who raised it
Workin' so many hours, back to back, pickin' up shifts he ain't have to take in
Watchin' y'all excuse him for bein' so tired, he missed the graduation
Relax!
Yeah that shit makes sense, A LOTTA sense
Well fuck what I really think
If that's the standard I'm bein' held to that's fine, you will not hear a thing
But that's the reason I'm a step farther (father)
In battlin' and in that analogy
I don't gotta be the one they eyes want to see
But I'ma still make sure that I show up even if they criticize what I bring
While you still over booking yourself, dyin' in the ring
They gon' act like they do not see a thing
While I'm tryin' everything
It's the reason why, between our writin', it's more of a divide than you think
Cause I gotta answer to these people
You DON'T!
That's the difference between bein' a God and a King!
RELAX!
Fuck a Bar God, I am the true king
Bar God you're soft to me
Choked and died, I don't know what's more goofy
You or your groupies
Saw Myer give it up
What they say? "Oh it's all Gucci" talk to me
How you feelin'?
Fucked up a classic with your choke
The very first time the people seein' you on N.O.M.E
How many of them bars you recycle for me n***a? Damn near all of 'em?
Yeah I thought so
After not showin' up I get hit with the sick (Sikh) notes, at least he knows I'm the boss though
I got a question
Y'all believe in a Perpendicular Universe?
(I do)
Aye, well even if y'all don't
The next time y'all see this n***a Danny, he's at the crossroads
Who wants smoke?
They givin' packs out, by the gram with this card
This n***a? I say an eight of Cookie, I saw his hand in the jar
He a star ain't he?
Well why the fuck he so trash?
Y'all see the card changin'
Went from Survivor to Born, right after the loss taken
He died so fuckin' fast he already got reincarnated
He can't stand on my level
Stop fallin' angel (ain't you) 'pose to be they star? Man you in trouble
Your shit outdated
My Technique's Immortal bro, just to understand me is a struggle
To catch the bar is a motherfucka (mother fucker), by the time they do this n***a Dan's ('Dance) With The Devil'
Stop playin' wit' me, Freckles
Try that and I'ma lose it fam'
What? Ya gonna take me to a Parallel Universe?
Don't be stupid Dan
Cause in a Parallel Universe, n***a Nitewing is Superman
You just makin' it worse
Try that bullshit with out n***as like you, not with the Wing, man (wingman)
I will introduce you to the bitch inside you
With ya lazy ass rappin'
My n***a got tired in the middle of HIS round
Well-well-well what the fuck happened?
His lazy ass Christmas morning, I can already imagine
"Oh your present? Nah, I got it. It's fire too. I just ain't gonna (w)rap it."
Even had Smack feelin' bad
Like, "Yo Smack, what was that shit?"
"Oh I might've overworked him. Gave him too many matches."
I started chokin', you know what Smack gave me?
Ultimate Madness
You can't say a bar to me
You just gave up, that's just wrong to me
Why do you think I win battles even though I choke bro? It's an art to me
Like, why do you think they call me a "choke artist" bro? It's the artistry
That's cause I know HOW to choke-
(Whoa)
Mmmm, I know how to win, pardon me
See I be killin' people
Hehehe, can't even keep a straight face
Cause I was kinda pausey (palsy), still cerebral
Really lethal
You already on the ground with this shit
Bitch n***a 'bout to give us another round to forget
Mad
[Round 1: Danny Myers]
Y'all came to see this guy rap
I was thinkin' this guy wack
He knew he was gonna meet me at the 'Crossroads' cause I (eye) black
Bar God!
I seen ya girl, she was pretty attractive
I knew I was gonna get her pregnant on Christmas, cause I knew I wasn't gonna wrap it
Bar God!
NOME 11
I let down every supporter that I would slide for
I became the first battler on URL, Smack had to apologize for
Now you can sit there, mope, cry, be traumatized or…
Get on a plane, come to Seattle, and go through this n***a mama side door
I speak homicide lore, am I killer? yes, but I’m still a chef
I made blues off drywall like The Predator in the bathroom tryna heal himself
In the hood I displayed power, grey powder, I'm straight sour
When n***a's 9 to 5’s couldn’t provide 'em a feast, they ate ours (8 hours)
Our Rock comparisons ain’t the same, don’t get it confused
I used to give the People's Elbows as I was finishing moves
Y’all consider this fool a bully? Y’all know dude's just trippin'
My OG’s had beef in the streets, with fleets of car phone crews spittin’
My palm strong, brute physics, I’ll crush the gun you think yo' dog gone shoot
Like it’s a cup of Styrofoam then beat yo jawbone loose with it
Watch what you rap to me, my n***as don’t understand it’s a riddle
Basically my clique'll (click'll) pop out lead over any words this Mechanic'll pencil
I got tyrannical issues, from hustlin' G packs andwunnin’ with street cats
You nothing to peak at, who the fuck could you beat black?
A punch’ll make a couple of teeth cracked
I could confront you with knuckles, but I got kids at home, you know I’m brought something to eat back
Muthafucka just relax, I’ll have you leakin’ in this battle
He’ll die with his eyes open, I’m talkin’ Sleepless In Seattle
Remember that plane got hijacked out here? I’ll remind him when he see these Rugers
A pair’ll (parachute) shoot out the night (Nite) Wing like D.B. Cooper
We recruit the, wild n***as that be on Molly trips
Real killers that ain’t scared to let a Tommy rip
The kick under the handle could make a dolly lift
Bitch you Somona, this gun’ll stick to ya gums…it’s a Poly Grip
Try me bitch, you don’t know if I'ma kill you, or give you space
Poker face, I’ll raise the suspicion, and send you eight (insinuate)
They pretend you great, you mix sarcasm with wit, all performed with aggression
How you get praised for being nonchalant when hip hop is a form of expression
Fuck Jey The NiteWing!
My n***a been in the cage since 19
Now his son the same age, he can’t even say the right things
But he a war vet
His release date so stretched the staff of his parole hearing ain’t even born yet
More death!
N***as spray randomly, day and night
For him, spreading death in every direction is a way of life
I can use a K or snipe, with the type of guns that only dough bring
Or I can pay less (Payless) and get the cheaper strap, I’m still a Pro Wing
The plug gave me a whole thing
In my brain, I knew I could make it flip
But I fucked it up, and still didn’t strain the relationship
So how you gone make me a pack?
Jumpin' on Twitter, this a battle in ya field
Think you got home court advantage see that'll (Seattle) get you killed
Rest in peace my n***a El
He was slipping and caught in traffic
His ops pulled up next to him and said these bitches just ought to have it
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
(I do!)
He didn't have his gun on him, and his clutch burned out
He caught a headshot, and his brain shifted from all the static
And ever since that day, his homies vowed to stick to the automatic
My vision is causing havoc
You on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit
Yikes!
[Round 2: Jey The Nitewing]
Aye Danny, it's time to unpack the bullshit
Cause now it's gettin' ridiculous
You've been writin' WAY about your own understandin', and I'm sick of it
You used to punch all gimickish
Now he flexin' his penmanship
See, you used to be the Bar God back when you could float with all that simple shit
But the likes of B. Dot, Daylyt, a few others, put an end to it
That's when "lima beans" and "time machines" started happenin'
Just tryin' to sound intricate
But the worst of it...confusing Parallel Universes with coincidences
I hope you listenin'
Cause aside from not knowin' what you be talkin' about
Bro you've killed like 50 of your family members, just to make a bar come out
You either got a garbage pen or you need smarter friends
And y'all just watch this n***a start the trend
"My dawg (dog) was talkin' loud, to some Cedar n***as. Now he'll never bark again. Bar God!"
That's why I don't fuck with none of that Parallel jargon
I'm Samoan bro, I don't even believe in parallel parkin'
Do y'all believe in fuckin' irony?
I do
Cause just like that pen you be usin'
You got on N.O.M.E. and had all your family and friends lookin' stupid
Your nerdy ass was tryin' to start this whole Parallel movement
But your understandin' of that shit is fuckin' parallel to it
Listen, you went from Night Of Main Events to a main event with the Nite
You was born in Vegas now you on Born gamblin' with ya life
I can do this all night
You mad about Holmzie and the tournament?
When you out of all people should've know the house always wins
Let's keep it alive
You battle Real Sikh and just died
I battled a n***a who got real sick and survived
I'll stop when you die, or when y'all say I took him out
You at random battles, meetin' ya kids, your struggle was always pullin' out
This shit is irony bitch, stick to ya own understandin'
Leave all the quantum shit, to the fuckin' mechanics
I can't stand it
You not a gangsta or a nerd, just a fuckin' fake
They assumed you was cause you live in L.A. and how you enunciate
But I've never heard gangsters who speak so properly
How this n***a rap:
"Jey The Nitewing you underestimated me. Soon you will pay for that
For I happen to be familiar with the areas they squeeze triggers at
I am such a thug. So much so, it's insurmountable
I once got approached by some Crips, but they backed off cause they sensed I was too powerful."
This shit is comedy
When it come to pen game, the top ten names got a monopoly
But not with me, the mechanic, the car tuner
A talk with me will turn Danny into a Phantom, Of The Opera, I know y'all asleep
But y'all gon' see this n***a skull in my hands, "to be or not to be"
Like I said, this shit is comedy
In battle rap you think you Socrates
Well all we know now is you say "no" to nothin'
They like, "Bro you buggin'. Scoffing at him
Hoping it all would stop if he battled all these n***as in a row
But doesn't this sound familiar?
Like JC run, that's kinda crazy, huh?
For God loved the culture so much he became the son
I see the passion Dan, so when this mark on his back, just know that was planned
Hold up, mark on his back?
I can do one better, here's for the Cali fans
Because before I clip a (Clipper) L.A. n***a, I'ma make sure somethin' bad'll land
Okay, let's rap then Daniel
Put down the tools, you'll see I'm used to punchin', abusive with the substance
Even when I ain't usin' nothin'
You just bluffin', not even worth the mention
Bar God pretendin', we need you to stop abusin' your substance, this divine intervention
Why take me bro? You already know how this endin'
Golden ratio, everyone I face already measured
That's the beauty of it, I'm too above it
You really should be terrified Danny, bully nerd
If he ain't flyin' by the way that I planned it, I can always poke holes in him, make him aerodynamic
This shit is over, get your throat cut
Red Rover, arms broke up
You ever got your ass beat by a nerd n***a?
I figured "no", huh
See, it's just like a regular ass beatin', and with an uppercut ya body floats up
But the last thing you'll hear is, "Wingardium Leviosa"!
But the hands get colder
If he get back up again it's over
Cause this isn't even my final form, 'til the pants get pulled up
The Mad One, this bitch not even a threat to him
I'm takin' every round, it ain't gon' be nothin' left to him
Nah, I'll give Danny Myers the fourth, meanin' he gon' need an IV next to him
You're past dead
N***a, I ain't even mad yet
King
[Round 2: Danny Myers]
Once again, your bitch said, "Danny. I really wanna fuck witchu. I'm past that fool clown."
I said, "Bitch. This ain't even my final form." Then my pants got pulled down
Bar God!
Seattle’s favorite mechanic
Where you can get your car tuned and enjoy
This n***a telling you what’s wrong with your whip in a cartoon villain voice
Y’all ever been to Jey’s shop?
He told my n***a, “Your axle's broken
Radiators’ cracked and that is smokin’
I tried to stop it, I can show you the schematics and fiber optics
Had it all printed on the diagnostic but I forgot it."
N***a I ain’t tryna knock it, but I hate you bitches
N***a I’ll crash ya mama car, into your sister car and make you fix it
Again, how you gone make me a pack?
I was selling weed when a joint could get you give years, I knew doors would open
Bitch I started off with 20 pounds like a newborn Samoan
I showed n***as new forms of flowin’, let the lesson begin
It was my work that helped the West get respect for it’s pen
Ultimate Madness, I saw you change into all of the rappers
When n***as started doing Parallel Universe, I literally saw the change I put into all of the rappers
It’s levels n***a, on a day to day I invade they space
I stand in front of Men In Black, you can ask my Agent J (Jey)
I been this nice, since the 80’s my pops lived this life
He was ridin' on big wheels ‘cause he had his block set to guy Fischer Price
Ya n***a hype? He shouldn’t have said a fuckin’ thing
Looks like he got shot down by a Mech suit the way I gunned him (Gundam) Wing
For the right price, get ya life swiped, grippin’ the Cali
I’m Eddie Cane, I fuck up Nite's ('Nights) Like This' in the alley
Whippin’ Denalis, looking for the Mad King with more pressure
Three rounds get rung for this clown head, now he a Court Jestor
War efforts, I can stop there, but I think that’s stupid
Scoliosis surgery, I grab the tool, and get straight back to it
They love you ‘cause of yo’ voice, get ya wave cap blew in
They put this bitch in front of the bars like Maybach Music
I do payback ruthless, I’ll catch him having dinner, then air the clown
Kick in his do’, hear The Voice, push a button then spin his chair around
I let it sing, talk about my life and losses? Tell 'em how my work ethic ain’t never been seen within this bitch
Every Saturday, a new episode, I gave y’all seasons of this shit
Champion Of The Year?
That whole panel should be outta commission
I won 12 battles in a row, lost one, now I’m outta contention?
Keep them n***as outta my mentions
Yeah, I went to NOME and choked, y’all right I was foolish
But that’s the same thing y’all gone say about this snipe I’m usin’
Danny Myers…
Made it to the biggest night (Nite) of his life and blew it!
Twice I shoot it, I took the murderous route
First two rounds?
Baow, baow
Real sick (Sikh), wasn’t a need for a third to come out
You wasn’t even deserving this clout
You on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got a whole ‘nother round of this shit
Yikes!

[Round 3: Jey The Nitewing]
Round three Daniel
This is the part where I show you
What they already told you
Cause they knew you was dead
Beat since day one
But I ain't even gon' hold you
Since we both fathers, I wanted to make sure every parent and kid know too when the job's done
Surprise none
I already lapped you, these guys bums
He already said it, Samoan baby, soon as I came out I passed you, like "size 1"
Ya life done, try a gun
Get dropped before he got to air it
See me raisin' these, ain't the same as that bulldog, in case it's not apparent (a parent)
I'm too gritty
And in these small rooms, there ain't shit he can do with me
He not listenin', on the ground reachin' for the gun, still tryin' to shoot with me
'Til the toy gets stepped on, the fuck I tell you about this room Danny?
You over sellin'
All this, "I'm too cold" you yellin'
I know I told you you was cold too but that was cause you so fuckin' over zealous
I just played that shit to shut you the fuck up, like Cocoa Melon
Over kill him
Bitch, you got a whole round of this shit
Tryin' to potty train, he already on the ground with this shit
Y'all know this n***a sleep
Look around you bro, they did this whole event for me
Top of the card with this n***a?
Yo P you know this shit is weak
He a lil' n***a, he shouldn't even be in the front with me
I'm just goin' up the street
This shit ridiculous, cause he don't even know what I'ma hit him with
I can go Happy King like when this n***a when the stimi' hit
Or stay Mad King like when Vicki didn't give him shit
It's limitless
He comin' for me like I give a shit
Bitch sit down
He pulled up with no strap? Oh you a big kid now
Let's see where that shit get you
At the bottom of a fuckin' lake
They gonna have to fish you
Or an accident some fisherman just tryin' to catch bass will net (bassinette) you
I don't have to respect you
Not even for this feature
Lil' n***a tryin' to play for real
While Jey's on his heels
He don't appreciate shit neither
I need Summer Madness when the job done
You just practice for when the crowds come
Experimenting, you like the oldest sibling
Bitch, you a trial run
I ain't gon' lie, I got it down some, this not even a fight today
But when it come to parenting, you probably could give some advice to Jey
Like how to teach 'em right
And I think I might watch your last battle with my kids
I'ma skip to ya third right away
Like, "See kids. That's exactly what you do when you don't got nothin' nice to say."
You would've thought Jey was the one pretendin' to be a superhero
Just off the name before you
Until you gave up, threw in the towel and they all started capeing for you
Man it's obvious you my son even though you got ten years over me
Your bars don't stand the test of time like mine do, it's maturity
I probably know you a little too well
Grew up in the hood too fast
Embracing now what you probably never could in the past
I don't think you understand how that's crippled you
You or your fans
When Dragonball Z dropped on Toonami bro, I think I was about 10
Which means you was about 20 my n***a, you was already a man
I'm not sayin' what you think I'm sayin', I can just tell somethin' scarin' you
Prolly in ya youth you was forced to do shit you ain't wanna do
Be somethin' you knew wasn't you
18 and then it's all on you
So you revert back to bein' a kid, but this made you irresponsible
Cause how many kids are you a father to?
What do they see when men talk with you?
What's the difference between your closet and theirs? I'm sure they got Jordan's and joggers too
See before 18 this was all a failure on who fathered you
After that point, any hardship, it starts with you
Here's what I don't like seein' Danny
As a member from the west
To the other vets of this culture, they don't even see you a vet

{Stumbles}

To the other vets of this culture, they don't even see you a vet
The way you carry yourself leads them to believe you not a threat
And when your name come up it's with the utmost disrespect
It keep lookin' like you chasin' them when they the ones that should be chasin' you
You Mt. Rushmore in the west, why these n***as even facin' you?
Why you be actin' so replaceable?
These n***as can't even hang witchu
I love how approachable you are Danny but some of these n***as shouldn't be able to
And I see the root of the fuckin' problem, now y'all can see
How the Bar God been roamin' (Roman) like a constant teen (Constantine)
You've been grown for 23 years, arguably
And you still haven't been a man longer than me
It's time to nut the fuck up n***a
When they bark then you bite back
Put some bass in ya voice
Chest out, walk taller, n***a fight back
Get back on ya griz and let 'em all know it's like that
I don't give a fuck if it was Method Man, don't let 'em talk to you like that
You the Bar God, act like it
It's a pack for every one of 'em
N***a ask you to grab his water, drink that shit right in front of him
Don't let up on none of 'em
Cause yo' time got a limit
You gave up on yourself n***a, I'm here to remind you we didn't
Mad fuckin'-

Hold up
This shit for the north west, everything we did here today
This for Lucid, this for Solo, this for Slim this for Safe
I know they proud how far we took it but somethin' missin' fo' sho'
Cause we got the God and the King

[Stuey Newton]
Now all they need is the GOAT!
You t
They thought they'd take me off the card and wouldn't see me prevail
It's cause I'm doin' season one, Meet Me In Hell
I'll beat up KG, Smack, Beasley as well
It'll be the only time they can say I need URL
Aye, that's how folks come through
Shoutout to Danny, but I smoked you too
They said I couldn't do SMACK and King Of The Dot at the same time, jokes on you!
Time n***a!

[Round 3: Danny Myers]
Aye! That was fuckin' wack!
You tagged him in cause you a fuckin' pack
I'm glad you brought this n***a in so we can run it back
N***a, you ain't stoppin' me friend
Can't nobody stop with these pens
They put 'em in front of west so you can die to this K-Philosophy again
Who’s ya fuckin’ consultant?
You told you were the best in Seattle when it comes to Samoans?
You studied my every move from dozens of showings
Watched me go back and forth so much you forgot you were under Hypnosis
Who’s ya fuckin’ consultant?
(What the fuck was the bar?)
Anyway, you were under Hypnosis
I leave n***as sunk in place, (Sunken)
I got a mental blockage
Sick as a cannibalistic Nicaraguan
Catch him in a radio station tryna play Crane and Ichabod him
He brainless, they asked you to narrate, he said, "Yes, they need my vocals."
I watched the trailer and realized SMACK put a green light on you
The beam might glow through, help me bust the flame properly
What y’all think gone happen if I up the K awkwardly?
A ruptured brain probably
Punctured main artery, you pumped ya veins all this week
Juicing, tryna play Gorilla
I know this generation use cellphones for takin' pictures, fuck that, I'ma pole a roid (Polaroid) takin’ n***a
I'm old school, I had a lot to employ, I was on the block with my boys
We used to hide the crack under our tongues, you could hear the Rock in my voice
I had a Glock I would hoist, trip, and it would fly off me
He claims he King 'til I put the K to Nite (knight) and change his hierarchy
Y’all let this man come on the scene, no haircut, no shave, said he was y’all King, and y’all accepted it
When it comes to battle rap professionalism, I’m a specialist
You choked vs Riggz, they vaulted it, I expected it
They wasn’t even gone drop me vs Stuey but I requested it
Is this y’all King? My position is where I choose to stand
I don’t hide losses, and summer's the worst time to be losin' fans
You’se a scam, you use this aura ‘cause ya rhymes can’t grab 'em
Judge the bars from a King To A God like Conway album
I may stab him, I had these lames hurtin’
I wrote the Bar Bible, and this the Mad King James Version
Flame squirtin', I hold this ratchet down
Son been missing for 30 days, word got passed around
Search parties, Bassett hounds, ligaments in bags get found
The headline said it was 30 Days Of Night (Nite) you from Alaska now
You can have the crown, just come off them bricks ‘fore them tools spit
How the fuck you the Nite Wing when I was robbin’ (Robin) with two sticks
Bar God!
Hit this Samoan will catch a steel round
We shooting at his dome like Gibraltar with his shield down
I am the Apex, he just hoping he keeps pace
Beretta and Magnum speedin' through the Nite (night) like a street race
I did this for Wheelz, Boomer, Kelly, they good company
And they tryin' to discredit this ability (disability) they stood up for me
The hood fucks with me
And he on the ground with this shit
Fuckin' classic in this motherfucka