[Round 1: Danny Myers]
They got Danny Myers and Ave
The heavyweights
I'll let the Desert spray
ATL can I ask y'all a question?
Will this n***a Panic in a Room if I back out the .40 like yesterday?
Real shit? I came here to fuckin' spaz
Smack, I'll choke this n***a out and still get my other half
This finna be a massacre Nate
Not a battle we have to debate
B. Dot just literally rapped to ya weight and the first thing you did was ask for a plate
But since you are the “drunk uncle” at the cookout, I'll show you what an AR’ll do
FBI gone be on a MC Search (Serch) 'Live At The Barbeque'
I ain’t come here to spar with you, I been hot
You ain't got the same power my pen got
We locked in Mortal Kombat and a leg shot’ll make his shin knock (Shinnok)
I spin blocks, if we fight, ya man’ll see Heaven
He turn his back, I’m poppin’ (pop in) one disc at a time like Final Fantasy 7
Brethren, you can try and punch, but I promise you ain’t write enough
As y'all can see, I came out buggin'…like CyberPunk
You a fighter huh?
You asked for this fade, now shoot me one
I’m just inspecting this pussy up close like Boosie son
You’ve become so predictable inside a battle
There’s no personality with them punches like Ivan Drago
Of course y’all measure…us similar, but a close call never
Shit, just looking at a phone call tells us, even at full strength you only capable of four bar set ups
You pro long better, so anxious for a plate, you forget the fact-
When I spaz, it get dark man (Darkman) from the mil' I pack
In other words
You’ll see another n***a face peel behind the shit I (w)rap
Did I add?
I’m the pioneer of the West Coast division, the most consistent
Flow efficient, one choke in a 52 week span of smokin’ n***as
The GOAT consensus
From the VerseTracker to fan vote decisions
So even though this isn’t…a race to quote the difference
From those statistics, alone the distance is like the North to South Pole positions
Bro just listen
You said “Two wrongs don’t make a right..."
(It make it even though)
We can go
I’ll kill myself to kill you, it’s gone be glorified
It’s only when both parties in a casket in a suit, that war (wore) a tie
And your reply?
The same angles, my life struggles, and how I weathered the storm
Yeah I got 10 kids? You can’t tell by how my triggers perform?
N***a I was raisin' my fifth before half you n***as was born
{Chokes}

You was warned, of course we both squad with the gun play
Smack knew you was dead, that’s why he sent you to talk to God on a Sunday
Omnipotent, Ave how you gone put an end to this?
I done gave every n***a in my Gen assist (Genesis)
I’m who they should’ve first booked, in the kitchen
I sold crack to dead beat dads and great grandfathers, it’s been addiction (Benediction)
In the trenches, I can get 10 years for servin’ the block
Or spend my first two year term in a box
Then I get a letter from a fan who was determined to jot
“I just figured out your third vs Roc”
I just gave you the Parallel Universe
With the view reversed, through movin’ work
Dude was cursed, it was never the money that attracted me
I was the first to put “H” on the Ave, this who I HAVE to be
Masterfully, I’ve shown men shipped-
Statuses on the phone and shit throwin bricks
Holding chips, tryna figure out what kind of rubber band my knot need, the monotony
How Ave gone stop me?
I done made blocks bleed, you not me
N***a you ain’t banged an Uzi
I touched a whole brick, when I got to Zone 6 my block look like a Navy movie
Chains and rubies, Dapper Dan coats to brang the groupies
With no screws, I’m talkin’ old school CRAZY Gucci
Raise and shoot him, the Book Of Guinness, they gone put us in it
The shot push his face to the back of his head, it’s gone look Malignant
I push the limits, out the gate I was taught to hold my fo’ straight
You’ll willingly give me your money, I’m ‘bout my dough Nate (donate)
Don’t thank you could’ve said that line a better way
The Desert spray, disintegrate his brain particles until it resin, Nate (resonate)
My resume, proves I’ve been great on a day to day
I was born to kill, it’s innate I put eight in Nate
They hate I’m great, after all the demonstrations
And innovations
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
(I do!)
It’s limitations
I asked Smack for bigger bags, they sat at the round table and said “Let’s give ‘em Nathan"
I hit his roof and give him renovation
And he on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got another 2 rounds of this shit, Yikes
[Round 1: Ave]
I said, it's 'bout time someone finally put me face to face with this bitch
You know, this was only supposed to happen once that shoe payment hit
But I want my shits this week
Cause if I gotta show up with two of my n***as, it won't be just us that's gon' be six feet deep
You copy, D?
That might fly with some n***as, but not with me
See ass bettin' can get you shot where I'm from, don't y'all agree?
He must be dumb as a bitch
Well, until you done with my list
Expect pressure, Devin Hester - start runnin' them kicks!
We don't let shit fly
I don't know about you and your kind
But when it comes to n***as owin', bro I'm brutal with mine
And if I say it I can prove it, it's fine
The only way it's okay to take Ave light is in a funeral line
So why tryin'?
Cause I ain't had no wreck in a minute
But now I'm back, slidin' on God, don't expect no repenting
You want an issue? Come and get it son
See, Dan wanna be a stepper until he end up like the Lieutenant one
But is this n***a dumb? I'm with all wreck, 'phew
You make the call, we can brawl or even draw TEC's too
Not the squad, just you
Only cause I'm sick of hearin' 'bout all the scrap he do (Scrappy Doo)
I will dog nephew!
Like fool, what make you think I ain't down to handle the fist play?
Cause when you see me you see Fat...Tobe Nwigwe?
N***a, with these things I'm a stepper
So when I give him a (k)not, Atlanta, y'all n***as better blame Omeretta
I'm wit' whatever
Better tell him that barkin' not a lot
Boy you talkin' to a n***a that walk it and got hot
If we start, then we gotta box
Cause trust, the only time that Ave froze (afros) to a fade was a chart in a barbershop
I am not one of them n***as that fear you apparently
Like bro there is no way a n***a with freckles is scarin' me
Cause if we bein' super clear my rumble is too severe
Get them glass jaws broke, I'm clumsy with souvenirs
Ayo look here, whoever told this pussy I'm flexin' never want smoke with me I'm guessin'
Got him feelin' like he wanna come testin'
Til he cross Nate Dogg with that .50 now he tryin' to give me '21 Questions'?
Nah bredren
He thought all that yellin' portray mean
But I brought my young steppers for God, it's a Praise Team
See I do the best recruitin'
I got some n***as from yo' side to send bucks, I call it my "Western Union"
What we doin'?
You wanna act extra? That gon' get ruined
That's when I doubt if you see L.A. (UCLA) if shit get to brewin' (Bruin)
‘Cause the rule is not to jump, but I'll still pop the trunk
Or pay a Young Thug from Atlanta to drop the punk
See that's not the problem you want
A rap war is fine
But the second you try to take it past that yours dyin'
He find his wifey, she been clapped four times
Got him cryin'
Screamin' out, "Vicky! Vicky!" like a Jakkboy line
Keep that in mind
Cause I don't mind provin' a Bar God a bitch
That's really all bark 'til your dog get walked outta shit
Or I just get my shooter involved, the call kinda quick
Tell him, "Sir, be in (Serbian) Atlanta" like Bogdanovic
If y'all ain't wit' the drama get missin'
Or end up with a butt for takin' ya n***a side, kinda like Viixen
This how a goon injure ya
So what the fuck is yellin', "I'm too cold" to a dude who can change the room temperature
I'm wit' it bruh, and I don't give a fuck about all these gimmicks
Try your luck like you tough and it's up, we crossin' limits
I ain't even tryin' to talk, don't come with no sorry business
‘Cause this gangsta persona built for drama is all he mimics
You start dawg, we in it
The heart cross appendix
Doctors pleadin', "If we don't stop the bleedin' he gone in minutes."
They coachin' to keep him woke, screamin', "We hardly finished
Keep your eyes on me, apply that 'Pressure'": that's Ari Lennox
I'm a menace and n***as know I been 'bout that action
30 under the .40
(That's an improper fraction!)
Nah scratch that, I come to his crib with a couple Dezzi's
Raise the twins in Danny house, I'm Uncle Jesse
[Round 2: Danny Myers]
Aye, he had a good round
Hold on, hold on, this n***a had a cool round
I still go this bitch in my palm
N***a was talkin' 'bout Lieutenant Dan, 'til I sit him on the bench with the Tom'
I don't know what '21 Questions' look like
If a slap don't show Nate Dogg what it is, then a hook might
I'm too cold! I'm too cold
N***a talkin' 'bout the room temperature
Bitch, I ain't concerned with that
My n***as check pressure with a stick, that's a thermostat

{Danny jumps in the crowd}

I don't give a fuck what this cat said
Uncle Jesse
'Til we seen them fuckin' twins grown up and now they crack heads
Aye, Genocide and Riggz both 30'd you
They vaulted 'em
(Release the tapes)
Genocide and Riggz both 30'd you
They vaulted 'em, you've got a buried past
Then Tay Roc made you join him cause he don't wanna battle you with his scary ass
You ain't need them in the first place, you've been raw
Join E.F.B., Ave tryin' to get famous on the west like Crenshaw
Check my pen y'all
I'm on a streak
How'd I get put beside a bum?
But I'll put an end to this Slaughter
Did you see how Crooked I become?
Look I'm not the one, I'm the n***a you should give a crown
I broke down Roc(k), now I'm steppin' on Ave, it's cemented now
And bein' clear, you wouldn't survive in my section if we was peers
You can't hustle on my block, you'll disappear if you ever try to re-up here (reappear)
We up here, responsible for the coke and the weed spark
We got hammerheads, great white, ain't nothin' 'bout you street Shark
Be smart, don't play wit' me
My dope game was major league
Before I ever had a baby mama, it was bitches pickin' up weight for me
Thankfully, I made a great escape before my right hand became a snake
The irony, the first time I saw a scale it made a way (weigh)
I can't debate if you nice or the best at brawling
You fat and falling
Your last three battles was tragic losses
Even though we in the same group I have to call it
You only joined Every Fuccin' Bar cause you an alcoholic
After all this, shit is sad, even I'm embarrassed, my mind discouraged
You on stage lookin' like Robin Harris
We was rootin' for you
We sad that you goin' out
We mad that you did it
I'll catch him in traffic, this red dot will give Ave a new endin'
You can't establish you different
You watered down, that's why the .9 shootin'
Then we gon' go in yo' pockets, you gon' die looted (diluted)
I'm rooted, from a cold hood where gangs is vicious at
Seen my n***a die cause he dropped his gun, I came to grips with that
This the facts, ever since then, fuck a one on one
Now the kid Gotta Be Glued, who want their frontal done?
A hundred drum, first, we'll sever your men
Then we flip Ave backwards, y'all won't see him ever (eva) again
Never pretend, that I don't keep a new steel mag
I'll kill every n***a close to you, I'll Blue Hill Ave
If you feel bad, you want revenge?
Now you shootin' with the .9 or .4
If you kill one of mine, let me show you where my mind is bro
If this n***a Ave put green on my man and he pop up in a box, we'll take it as a sign to Go
Don't ever cross me n***a
We'll break yo' spine 'til you can't fight back
Surgeons showin' you x-rays like, "Your spine is shaped like that
But here's a picture of a normal one and it's supposed to be STRAIGHT LIKE THAT!"
Aye Smack, I battled everybody, all you had to do was give me a name
Now this bitch n***a Surf talkin' 'bout he mentally drained
What about me? Every week I get on a plane
I was a fuckin' Top Boy before that n***a Dushane
It's really insane, I'm really 'bout that drama n***a
Before they brought L.A. to V.A. I was spittin' LAVA n***a
Bar God!
As far as Surf, I'ma kill him, but I give the n***a props
They said he's sick in the head then I pen a ceilin' (penicillin) shot
Dome tap him
Skully bleedin'
Like he 'bout to shoot Louie in the hospital before Jerome grabbed him
Chrome Magnum
And you on the ground with this shit
This wack MC got a whole 'nother round of this shit
Yikes!

[Round 2: Ave]
I put a lot of fuckin' fear in this league
It's clear to me I'm a n***a they can't handle
I had a couple other names to dismantle
But that got cancelled cause both of them lames scrambled
So they offered me to charge this QB
Meaning my third option was to chase Daniel
Man you scarin' who?
If you stand too brolic it's gon' be smoke
We gon' see if he can manage a fight, like Tony Bro
I will throw this bitch a real hook quick
So I hope he know I'm trained to go, from the shoulders like a yearbook pic'
And I don't need no fuckin' liquor for war bitch
Shit, a wine cooler get you dropped by the speaker like Norbit
And if your boys want to get in the action
The knife split 'em, or just ice (I.C.E.) pick 'em like I'm immigrant snatchin'
So don't act as if you actually causing no fear, dawg
With this gangsta shit that you talk cause he's soft and it's clear y'all
Which is why I'm real calm
‘Cause I do this queer wrong
Then have a ball once I bounce with my cup like beer pong
Who you harm?
If you stand too brolic it's gon' be smoke
We gon' see if he can manage a fight, like Tony Bro
I will throw this bitch a real hook quick
So I hope he know I'm trained to go, from the shoulders like a yearbook pic'
And I don't need no fuckin' liquor for war bitch
Shit, a wine cooler get you dropped by the speaker like Norbit
And if your boys want to get in the action
The knife split 'em, or just ice (I.C.E.) pick 'em like I'm immigrant snatchin'
So don't act as if you actually causing no fear, dawg
With this gangsta shit that you talk cause he's soft and it's clear y'all
Which is why I'm real calm
‘Cause I do this queer wrong
Then have a ball once I bounce with my cup like beer pong
Who you harm? Cause I know you ain't quite the real type
Like what n***a with real stripes yell 'Yikes" in real life?
Like you can't even call shots cause you soft
Y'all won't convince me that Dan's a made man, this is not, Who's the Boss?
You all talk, just be normal D
Know why that shit don't score wit' me?
Cause everything 'bout yo' ass cap, ain't it royalty
See I know y'all here to hype up his stuff
But ASCAP/royalty, c'mon B, am I writin' or what?
I'm nice as fuck
And I'm twice as tough as this hoe n***a
Boy I saw that scuffle with Tay I said, "Him no killer."
Cause where was all that goon tone?
You ain't bust a move holmes
Something should've been red (read) on Roc(k) like a tombstone
Now dude grown
So nobody try to come with excuses, it's useless
You say you 'bout action n***a, but prove it
Wait, he ain't gon' pop back
In fact that whole circle around you bullshit, see it's easy (Eazy) to Block Cap'
So stop that
You ain't tote hammers or rock trap
You just adjusted your substance every time that you watch SMACK
Cause you dyin' to be accepted
Implyin' this perception like you really been grindin'
Knowin' your lies can be detected
Respect it
That shit [?] methods, so save the bull
When the job pay was low we found us a way and stood
It was play after play, n***as copped cause the yay' was good
A missile, with more crystals than ghetto neighborhoods
If he had the work? Oh we would've made him amazin' joog
Shotgun got him losin' that weight, he trained with Suge
Look, the crib where he stashin' his yola
So we gonna make sure that work from home gone, like the pandemic over
I been a soldier
This shit ain't just some bar thing ace
If I fire off he gonna have to get his jaw reshaped
I don't care if you bring your squad, cause if y'all swing late
I'ma be whippin' 'em all (whip in the mall) like a car sweepstakes
And bro, I swear it's gon' be light
Cause all you gon' hear is a different n***a hittin' from me, it's karaoke night
And with the shit that I'm bombin', he prolly have to holler "yikes"
That's only cause this right hit hard as McDonald's Sprite
On my life, with a hammer in sight, then I'm fuckin' squeezin'
Silencer on it, shots sound like a puppy sneezin'
If I see ya man reachin', even a slight degree
I'll peel (Peele) ya partner, that's Keegan-Michael Key
Who nice as me?
I told ya, this league got a lot of frauds
It's only the n***as that's with the smoke that I applaud
All the others tryin' to dodge
Normally I don't be the one to put n***as in the same boat, but I'ma start (Amistad)
Now as far as the Bar God, the levels don't match
The classics, the big stages, the cheddar in fact
Smack, tell 'em why y'all book me, this wouldn't even be a close shave on wax
You ain't shit but a bald pussy
Why should we let him scream he elite?
Yeah we seen him compete but nobody ever heard this dweeb on a beat
You ain't never dropped no heat in the streets?
Boy you gots to chill
At least you can EP 'em D (EPMD)
You see he's supposed to be voted one of the GOATs that raps the greatest
But your lack of patience is why you so oversaturated
And pullin' them low numbers
While I gotta deal with animal activists attacks cause they heard I'm a GOAT puncher

[Round 3: Danny Myers]
Aye first of all bitch n***a, I'm always wit' the rumble n***a
And yes I can manage a fight, y'all seen me Stumble n***a
Bar God
I don’t give a fuck about no punchlines, angles, or how he talk to me
Atlanta, I need y’all to visualize and take this walk with me
This n***a is not Ave
The Ave is where a little boy pulls out a toy gun, a cop pulls out a Glock and shoots him
A riot on the block produced when- he walks from trial Scott free with no prosecution
The Ave is where, they violate your every right in the constitution
And young girls are forced into a life of drugs and prostitution
This n***a is not Ave
The Ave is where you can get a female for a gram or larger
The mattress brought her love she lacked growing up with a absent father
The Ave is where, gang wars cause massive slaughters
Even n***as with a bright future couldn’t run away from the past that caught 'em
This n***a is not Ave
The Ave is where, kids got codeine in their babies bottles
OG’s pull up with .380’s coddled in a Navy Bronco
Not the new one, the mid 80’s model
The Ave is where parents vote to make changes in the board of education
Meanwhile their kids are dropping out simply because they bored of education
This n***a is not Ave
The Ave is where, everyday n***as is going to war, death is what they got an appointment for
They cut the screen out the window and turn their front porch into a corner store
The Ave is where, little brothers receive hand me downs that were worn before
But get intrigued by the sound of the engine when the foreign roar
This n***a is not Ave
The Ave is where, Smack himself held the camera first
In the middle of the hood where any moment you could hear a hammer burst
The Ave is where, you could get a dope fiend rental for a gram of work
You can get a Gucci belt, pants or shirt, when the boosters ran bezerk
This n***a is not Ave
The Ave is where, n***as let them cans fly, they watch they man’s die
Froze stiff, they be on bystand by standards that they stand by
The Ave is where, everybody mad ‘til the first
Ain’t nothing adding up ‘cause a food stamp sold for half of it’s worth
This n***a is not Ave
The Ave is where O.G.'s give the deepest conversations
You serve a junkie, he go get high, then lead a congregation
The Ave is where, n***as drop religion for a Gnostics theme
And then constant teens battle they demons through a mirror like Constantine
This n***a is not Ave
The Ave is where you gotta watch for these n***as with jealous traits
It be dots (B. Dot) on yo’ head, they don’t wanna see you Elevate
The Ave is where, ya posse probably dealing weight
Ya mama probably doin’ hair, ya auntie somewhere sellin’ plates
This n***a is not Ave
The Ave is where you seen all ya n***as go to school with the .4
N***as got told, "Leave that street shit alone" by they uncles when they ain't want to do it no more
This n***a is not Ave
It’s a Ave everywhere in Atlanta across the map
New York call 'em "boroughs", they’ll slash’s blade across a cat
New Orleans call em “Wards” even Texas call 'em that
California named 'em “Hoods”, but Atlanta call it “Trap”
This n***a is Not Ave, we all saw this day come
I had to walk down the real Ave, after I walked down the fake one
I am the great one, and you on the ground with shit
Thank the Lord he don’t got another round of this shit
Yikes

[Round 3: Ave]
You know I fucks wit' you Danny
And being E.F.B. family is what makes this odd
But sometimes you gotta scrap witcha brother out in the yard
Cause see, we sick of this façade
It's like askin' who the best Wu member, shouldn't nobody consider you God (U-God)
Bitch you'se a fraud
I mean you got a few bars, ya flow clever
But you really misleading with the screamin', we know better
It's not cause you show levels, you foolin' this whole era
That's why they put the big dawg in front of this Old Yeller
Did y'all that we know when he's 'bout to start his decline?
When we see you on every card fallin' off in ya rhymes
N***a stop me when I'm lyin'
Is y'all partial smart or just blind?
Ayo A. Ward, I thought you said God was good all the time
You see, he tryin' to stay complacent
So he take his pen and jot a bunch of complicated phrases
So the crowd can stay amazed
But when it's time to break it down we realize he ain't say shit
The screamin' in place to cover the bases that you basic
And that's fake shit
Cause they quick to gas it just outta pity
Cause there's other west n***as that's lappin' you that get busy
Nitty and Geechi leadin' the discussion
We just waitin' on Slap to pass like some good defensive coverage
See he ain't nothin'
A whole bunch of bluffin', imagination
Did you really have to hustle or was it fabrication?
Cause I don't think you had no customers bro
Daddy/daughter hair date, my n***a I done had a brush with them bows, the fuck is you on?
See I've been in shit this bitch don't know 'bout
I'm talkin' shootouts with the clique, hittin' licks, the whole route
My bro was pitchin', no doubt
The coke he movin' was like Gabrielle Union
Soon as she got Wade (weighed) the n***a sold out
This ain't 'bout clout
See I really was out in my part of town
Sold rock, got knocked, got a bond and dropped it down
That shit would've stopped this clown
But me? Right back in my corner after the bail (bell) like a boxing round
I'm not proud, I'm just expressin' how we was livin'
At the same time tellin' this clown just who he isn't
You see we was gettin' to it
I really could've shown you shit to numb yo' hoe but that don't mean a n***a Buddhist
And it's true we had to pop off things
That's why I'm swingin' iron at a high level like a Top Golf game
So tell this lame, shot'll bang 'til he late
Airport security, make me dump out everything in this tray (tre)
I ain't gon' play, and it's best that you don't
Cause you barely survived six rounds, I got another set that you won't
But y'all gonna gas him cause he yell so mean
Well I'll catch a battery charge after bars like a cell phone screen
I mean, you actin' like you runnin' with apes and you handle people
I guess he call the shots and they treat him like fam' the leader
That's 'til we blam' them heaters
Fuck the rest, the best part is when I 'Get You' cause y'all feelin' like Daniel Caesar
This is me bruh, the n***a that know that you not as mean
Oh you mad that I got chosen before you for Gotti team?
That's cause he not the God he scream
He just some west n***a that we know for gettin' beat behind 12, you Rodney King
So don't speak about the moves that I've done
When we all seen you go from not even knowing to using your son
All because you want your views to be major?
You took your seeds to The Garden and they still ain't seen the fruits of your labor?
What are you made of?
Why do you cater to my concerning
When you ain't got your son Malik on track for a Higher Learning?
Or payin' ya fam' bills
I mean, cause to me a (Tamia) husband will be pissed in (Piston), that's Grant Hill
But you gon' stand here bluffin' bologna?
Tellin' people that I ducked you cause you tried to get some duckets? That's phony
Bro we here cause I fucks wit' ya homie
On the phone he like, "I'm in a bind Nate." Who the fuck is you? Stoney
This n***a O.D., Gotti you know me, I'm not for self
I don't mind gettin' homies no paper if I can help
You just mad I gained this spot
You should be happy another person close to you got away from Roc(k)
Tend to ya flock
Look, I ain't tryin' to scream shit that's funny, but your sons can be kings, your family needs you you dummy
Cause it seems they've been bummy
You've been worried 'bout what I spent on the rent?
Battle and let your queens get the money
Get him from me
I told you fix my plate right Smack?
There ain't no sleepin'
It's time I bring my state right back
I don't give a fuck about these sucka n***as, they type wack
Cause I'm a n***a outta Norfolk, straight like that!