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[Round 1: K-Shine] Y'all know you let a nigga keep twelve grand out yo' pocket Myers Actin', but all that baloney, boy you deserve an Oscar Myers If they'd have got me, hot sake, I would've put a couple shots to fire You was Taraji, cause you had all them Hidden Figures and you was actin' like this rocket science They tellin' you, "Forget about ya money. Worry about the look of the shit Promote the new battle" and you out there pushin' the shit I would've gotten next to Rex and start cookin' his shit With a black strap and clap Smack for rebookin' the shit Aye, wasn't y'all Writer's Bloque? Boy you could've got light in the picture like a filter He watched you feed the dinosaur like Wilma Whatchu do? Cry to URL until it build up You ain't a boss bitch, we watched this client tell (clientele) like Rezelda Cha cha, here's another twelve, get familiar I put this amount in (Mountain) Between Us: Idris Elba Nigga chin check, y'all could split a deck like a dealer I let this offer clean Danny's shit like Matilda They say, "Bullets ain't got no name" Well these is customized, knife, I've been off on my aim I prolly cut his eyes (I) see a Cali nigga I think of The Game Y'all wonder why, cause y'all see L.A. in his face, I see the butterfly Question why, why was you worried if Hollow on the card? Nigga you should've hollowed a dome All that money you gave Rex, nigga you could've been a sponsor for N.O.M.E They tellin you, "Swallow ya pride" you should've had him swallow the chrome You worried about followers on the 'Gram, you should've followed him home A Cali nigga charged wit' rape for the money like 'Pac in a room I let all y'all niggas share the minutes, I family plan him If my man D see the ring, don't think [?] stamped him I took this fucker to a ghost, when the hammer blam him Glock 9, turnin' Danny Myers into Danny Phantom Fuck the memes, boy if you see dis go (disco) move I keep toolies Razor, push me to the edge, I'm Team Uzi Two options, roll up the chops and heat kufi's Or let Danny slide off a whip; Grease movie I told Beasley, "I'll be here" and he gave me a turtle Wishin' and hopin' I take it slow and steady when the race ain't a worthy opponent What is the block buildin' if y'all losin' components And niggas takin' Danny Green in the Spur of the moment Boy pussy, zip 'em up, round one [Round 1: Danny Myers] You cancelled our battle, I'm glad Smack booked me my friend You just had a baby, but I had to wait six weeks to get a pussy again You ducked me in Cali, watch how you maneuver nigga If you really 'bout it, let me hear you say that Blood shit on Hoover nigga Watch how I school a nigga, all a sudden ya snub'll bang out You east coast niggas ain't start bangin' 'til after Colors came out K-Shine (Sean) Penn, makes me wanna scream 'til his face red Soon as I get the queue (Q) Tip's get put on his pussy, that's a rape kit DNA samples part of yo' rhyme, this how I look at rookies Nitty called you out, this bitch said, "No" and I still took this pussy Wait, wait, rape, DNA, never mind you a bitch probably Actin' all tough like you can't get homi'd I have a rubber grip on his forehead like Chucky tryin' to switch bodies An O.G. said I "should leave the streets like the rest of 'em should." The Grim Reapers outfit tells you that there's nothin' but death in the hood And that bitch you wit'? Large mistake, even my balls was ate That ho be snappin' 'round the head like a barber's cape Shine, I ain't set this battle up just to bring me stardom I set it up so I could tell you in yo' face I'm the king of Harlem You gon' shoot who? I get rid of them non threats Ya bars simple, but you talk big, who said, "Little man complex"? I bombed Rex cause he tripped after he got the chedda Now I'm at you with a snub nose and a cocked Beretta Ya blood stain gon' be a permanent spot on the wall You right nigga, you gon' be a Dot forever! N.W.X., I couldn't wait 'til I spot you fellas You always wit' DNA but y'all gon' get knocked together Congratulations, you just had a baby there was laughter first It's crazy, how you seein' this nasty shit after birth (afterbirth) Gats'll burst, Desert Eagle shootin' his ass I went up 50K like for nine minutes like Mook bitch ass Do you believe in a parallel universe? I do I'll destroy you wit' a Hawk, my friend died in an earthquake cause he ain't wanna move Sometimes you can be loyal to a fault When I get my other half, I'ma give you some bread And it's really legit cause Denzel taught me, when you kill a Harlem nigga you give 'em 20% We not America's Gangster, gotta keep ya hands on the steel You was suppose to be shot in Traffic like Philando Castile I'm an example of skill, one of the last breathin' that's left Hated to bring up Philando but I knew they'd be streamin' his death I'll put three in his chest, you didn't expect that I'd spit this way With a line then a couple angles, is that what you pictured, K? Clips will spray, where ever you and these bitch niggas stay You'll be drugged and forced to get the clap like Ricochet You ain't got shit to say nigga You better reach yo' .9 in time The irony, he'll never wake up again soon as these bullets rise in (and) Shine I force a sword through your mother, then tossed the whore This revenge for how y'all treated Snoop at the Source Awards I've been in all sorts of wars, and you on the ground wit' this shit This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit Yikes! [Round 2: K-Shine] It's a small room K-Shine gotta rap witchu First and foremost, don't ever fuckin tell me what I have to do Small room just mean you ain't good if a nigga start smackin' you Bar God? Boy that gotta leave you wit' an attitude Cause all them lines and you still can't find ya place on this map like longitude and latitude The TEC's is silent, domestic violence I squeeze arms, wild boy with this Cal boy (Cowboy), you'll see stars I'll put this Mack down on his bitch; T-Boz Til his boo be (booby) hangin' out the side; weak bra Close range, no names, like a cheap card Gun butt him, you fantasize about the whip like a dream car It's too many gods, the Bar God and a Reach God? I put this fraud to a bar god he'll reach God Look around, there ain't no crowd for the villain Let's see who will cheer (wheel chair) for the hero; Christopher Reeves I bundled up for a strong wind but this a breeze Two Draco's the second one takin' half of ya shit like Mr. T's But I bring the first chopper in this town like I'm pickin' up Mr. Deeds Nigga the 4 is (forest) flames, that was wild fire (wildfire) You can get the jack knife or the razor's edge like the Outsiders How you ain't retaliate for twelve grand? And you the father of ten? Well I gotta call you out Myers Danny turned bitch made (maid) for the kids; Mrs. Doubtfire Now who in here really think I'm playin' wit' this dyke? Will be the same motherfuckers tryin' to save this nigga life Perfect time for the TEC's (text) like I'm waitin' for the light I come back 'round, twice, I'm back so, yikes The barrel life him off the ground like he was playin' for the Knights Who we got? Another fuckin' generous nigga wit' a death wish Boy, I'm at their door feelin' comfortable I clear (Clair) ten kids then get the niece (Denise) like the Huxtables I'm Rudy playin' before I figure what his buds will do That's like the intro, before this show, you better bust or move Whip the Glock out, six to pop out, you in trouble too They put him on the card, he be (Cardi B) tryin' to figure bloody moves Well I can put the tre (tray) in front of ya kids like lunch in school But I wanna rock, I wanna rock, the Coward In Compton; Uncle Luke Nigga you worried about bein' everythin' you not instead of tryi'n to be the best you You damn near 40 and can't make it to the main stage, and you stressed too Next birthday, I ain't gon' slide up like a dancer, I crept through You 37, we gon' make .38 Special Death too, I'll assist a (sister) kid like a nephew Have a nigga splittin' these (knees) like he needin' leg room Face shot, have his face lookin' like Deadpool Cause it's over when a nigga flip, he beat...next move [Round 2: Danny Myers] Bitch I'll kill ya whole family, if not slaughter, barely survive We'll even see Shine (Shyne) Godfather Buried Alive We're under the impression it's a risk to book this nigga cause he stay fightin' You smacked Charron but Hitman diss your daughter and you ain't try it I looked in his eyes, I see somethin' there, but it ain't violence Any time he in front of a nigga who who'll knock him or knife him I know this K silent I made one of the worst life decisions, for instance I gave $12,000 to Rex, I could've gave that to my infants But instead he duckin' and hid from me cause he knew there was a distance I could've bought Jakkboy Maine some shoes, maybe he'd write better bars I could've gave it all to you so you and DNA wouldn't have to share a car I could've made sure we only book you cause you rappin' ill But they bring DNA witchu, cause y'all be comin' as a packaged deal What you lack in skill, you make up wit' performance You got the country blind You'll see a gorilla clappin' rounds in both hands for actin' Monkey Shine You can perform all these bars, I'm up here rhymin' the truth Your anger issues clearly stem from signs of abuse Some fathers are bold, others discreet You was too small to do somethin' about it and watch yo' mother get beat You was picked on, abused, day in and day out Til you picked up a pen and pad and God gave you a way out This what K 'bout, if hands don't work he's quick to grip heat Your complex is obvious for your disdain of anybody that's six feet You're a pipsqueak, that tough talk and aggression? All nonsense What's your Death Wish to a nigga who idolize Charles Bronson? Dome shot, my only mission is givin' him death I would install another one, but he ain't got enough memory left When I first started hustlin', I ain't make much I was dumpin' 'em out barely, then I started zippin' up sacks like There's Something About Mary It's scary, I come to where you live with a drawn tool, I warn fools I school you where you sleep like a dorm room Projectiles go in and out...I promise I'm puttin' a hole in son That means y'all gon' see a bullet come out of Shine like the Golden Gun Do y'all Bond wit' me? Horror shit You can get shot or punched, I got more of this It's crazy how you can get a hole in your body or a fist (orifice) You choke a lot, then try to say it again, in a worse way How you on ESPN but can't get it right on the First Take? I'm the GOAT, this guy's not a contender Even with global warming, we wouldn't see Shine hot in December Ya throat sliced, then yo' baby mama gettin' poked twice The silver be all in his bitch like Ghost wife I'm tryin' to homi this fellow I'm strapped, but if you are too (R2), D too (D2) eager to cover your body with metal Nothin' but pain in mind Fuck NWX nigga I'm bangin' mine No matter the weather I'm killin' one of these niggas, whether it's Rain or Shine I flame the .9, leave you on the ground with this shit This wack MC got a whole 'nother round of this shit Yikes! [Round 3: K-Shine] Nigga, all that disrespect, save it You got 30'd that day And you still here, lookin' for a quick mil' (meal) like a rest station I'd have been shootin' lead to the room was (rumor) spread like my ex hatin' And still keep airin' the show, I got the best ratings Checkin' my alcohol level, this is breath takin' All he seen was D in the Glove, he the next Payton You can scream all you want, you still got death waitin' Cause when you directin' the lens, let's see what the west craving (Wes Craven) Yeah, you make the worst life decisions, for instance Capitol One, what's in yo' wallet? Did he (Diddy) take BIG money; Christopher Wallace? That's twelve grand, well that could've been yo' kids admission to college You put they future on the line for a nigga deposit What type of fuckin' business man makin' investments without legitimate profits? Nigga went off PayPal and a nigga that promised him What's in yo' stupid bald head? You thought that nigga was honest? Sticky fingers (Sticky Fingaz) shut him down (Shut 'Em Down) like a member of Onyx You make the worst life decisions, for instance Why the fuck would you let yo' baby mama battle rap? You like, "Baby I love you. And I want you involved in every part of my life So we gon' put these kids to bed and we gon' get yo' bars up tonight." They even had a 2 on 2, they put y'all on the same card, damn, that was nice But then you got writer's block (Bloque) cause you gave the best bars to yo' wife Ya niggas ask you for help and you give 'em light Cause all the fire she's gotta have it like a Netflix remake with Spike You make the worst life decisions, for instance I knew there was somethin' about you niggas I couldn't trust Myers Come to find out, Arsonal wasn't the only nigga that's a bus driver See I looked at you and I said, "Somethin' about this niggas suspicious." Like you got 12 hour shifts, 10 kids, when the fuck are you grippin' yo biscuit? You a fuckin' Greyhound worker, the only thing you clippin' is tickets I tell my niggas, "Stay down!" and they all wanna ride He tell his niggas, "Stay down if y'all all wanna ride." Keep that Greyhound shit to a minimum unless y'all all wanna die Cause six will (wheel) steal (still) bust (bus) when there's dawgs (dogs) on the side I'm on Peter Pan lookin' for him, with a 12 gauge He try to book, I go to where he at and I'll have his front tear when the shells spray Wait, wait, wait, Peter Pan, Goto, Frontier, that was well played That mean I even bus(t) companies if a nigga gotta trail ways Ya frail ways, make ya somethin' that's hard to admire Need to stick to who you are, instead of trying to give us this persona of riders Nigga my man said it's "on sight" he's poppin' on Myers But I'll steal off on him; Bonnie Godiva That's a true shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up, get ya crew shot, oowop, pick him up Til you get yo' money back you still a fuckin' punk You know my slogan, zip em up [Round 3: Danny Myers] I let my baby mama battle rap, and all of y'all was laughin' that's right That's cool, me and yo' baby mama gonna battle tonight Picture K-Shine and DNA in Compton Niggas gon' get to lookin', start approachin' 'em Shine gon' be like, "Eh bro, hey...what are you doin'?" Nigga already got Ghost on him But fuck both of 'em, you a clique hopper, in Cali that's a no-no For that I'll spray Shine in the head like Soul Glo Saga was in yo' crew, you put his business out the most hatin' way I should flash the stick and clear you mind for actin' like an Agent K DNA be careful, this ain't what bein' friends about He the type that when he get mad he gon' run and put yo' business out We don't condone that in Cali, you get peeled for doin' it one time Oh that's right, you from Harlem, snitchin' is in yo' bloodline Bitch you'se a faggot! Dot Mobb grabbed yo' ass, everybody was smackin' You don't get mad at them, but you wanna shoot me for rappin'? So, so, let me get this straight Verb was losin', you was up there jockin' Rex Then a grown man stood behind you and did a backside pocket check Well goddamn, what was he lookin' fo'? I don't give a fuck about your sexual preference My intellectual leverage can't be beat by a weak conceptional reference Can't let this lame see me I grab the TEC and let the flame eat him This cartridge skip him to the next world, it's like a Game Genie But fuck all that I'ma stand here and take time to ask you for your fans why you became "Pay Shine" They miss that old Shine The one that never choked and just smashed folks What happened to that Shine versus DNA with the goggles on and lab coat? You went from Calicoe, Tsu Surf and Tay Roc wit' great skill To takin' a bunch of one rounders versus no names simply so you can pay bills You niggas trade yo' legacies for a check, you know how I look at you? It's like when Antonio Bandaras went from Desperado to doin' voice actin' in Puss N Boots You think you bullet proof, that's cool, that's cool I'm better with the blade cause I can't miss I get up close, give him five stripes on the side, now he's K-Swiss I don't play bitch, you're either gettin' just a coffin Or pistol whipped 'til Rain' Man retarded like Dustin Hoffman I am a fuckin' marksman, you are a life that my Ruger claims Big rounds that sit on his neck like Akuma chain Fuck who he claim, I rep South Central where niggas truly bang I march in with a strap in the studio and record the silence like Pootie Tang Shooter gang, got on his dome then let the Uzi flame His wig curl in front of his forehead like Tootie bangs These are the Facts of Life, I send this nigga to the after life I stab him twice, he'll fade out like Martin's career after Life Fuck actin' nice, AR with the bump stock so I can buck it faster Or the baby Nina, he gettin' killed by the toy like Puppet Master I shoved a gun into him I be killin' these Harlem niggas when I run into 'em I hope Lux watchin' this shit so he know what he got comin' to him And Brizz, you beat Pass and came to the west for the win But my G status should never be questioned my friend Cause if I'm ever disrespected again Unlike yo' sideburns, this hook gon' connect to ya chin And even though you already on the ground with this shit Thank the Lord he ain't got another round of this shit Yikes!