Mistery of Northen Space

[Round 1: Nunn Nunn] You can't talk to me about loyalty, you gotta prove it Man, you done joined so many battle rap teams it's all confusin' Hell, we suppose to be brothers too, that shit all an illusion Like the Last Supper, when they made me a plate with God I start to think like a Judas Now I really pray to the real God, just to prey on a fake God? Like Adam and Eve that was your first mistake God Call hisself the Bar who? He take your name in vain God, I looked up to you Then realized my idol's a fake God You better not, fuck up another NOME I hope you got some shit to say They said, "Danny always show up to work", right? Then what happen? He had a sick (Sikh) day That Sikh shit, was some sick shit, it disturbed me You ain't Champion Of The Year worthy You thought JayBlac Snaked you out the belt? Nah You just Stumbled into a 30 Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? (I do!) You really quit versus Real Sikh and gave us none at NOME Then in return you got what you deserved They gave you Nunn at NOME First off bro, I don't give a fuck how no pyramids built The solar system or none of that lyrical miracle shit Cause first off bitch, that don't make you great If I want a battle rapper to say a bunch of nothin', I'd join a Twitter Space You know what I think? E.F.B. got him pumped up really This ain't the west in the south, you get caught quickly Ultimate Madness, I go from splittin' ya buck 50 To havin' ya body by the Swamp like Rum Nitty He ain't no muthafuckin' stepper He a "Watch where you steppin'" You ain't no mothafuckin' God, this ain't no mothafuckin' blessin' Any question? You'll die any second, cause this rock, it ain't movin' so won't be no resurrection You 40 plus on your own Grizzly like Abdul Rahim We ain't tryin' to hear that shit Sharif, quit all that fuckin' preachin' You was battlin' Lil' Slap...the fuck you teachin'? How to work like a dog while underachieving? Danny it's time to retire bro, you got more than reasons Bitch you been old your whole career like Morgan Freeman Let me talk to you bro, you need to know this I'm only battlin' you Cause when you were callin' out Tsu, that shit was hopeless When staff wouldn't give God a part in the Wave, I stopped believin' in Moses You know the sad thang about doin' all of God's work? Nobody noticed You gotta lose That "God" shit you gotta prove You don't slow that shit down in Houston, you gettin' Chopped & Screwed I'll body you! You sadly mistaken, I don't know what the fuck you thinkin' I'll get on some Fonz shit, know who that make him? NuNu Nellz, cause one punch will have this bitch ass shakin' Who am I? It's a lot of clones in my crib Walk in home, see a lot of kids Who am I? They never want me to win Who am I? Battle rappers takin' my money again? Who am I? I have yet to get my respect Who am I? Every battle it's a minimal check Who am I? I ain't make a Summer Madness yet Who am I? Hell, to tell you the truth they done put a Parallel Universe right in from of you And I don't need personals, we ain't gotta get into shit I look my mother in the eyes and seen what addiction is Bro, half my family did drugs If I said some shit 'bout yours I'd be a hypocrite Now this the realest shit, cause I do him greasy Soley, I don't fuck with co-d's Only time I'm slidin' a DM; when I'm lonely I think Dan's a real good actor, like Tony But Myers (Meyers) put me (meat) in a pack? That's Bolognese They ain't want me on NOME, that I would half ass Crazy When it was time for God to time, I took the backlash, well that's trash Cause right now it's a freestyle in ya dumb ass head And the rebuttal gon' be the best part of ya round, cause it's some shit I already said [Round 1: Danny Myers] This bitch nigga came with that Morgan Freeman shit, that plan was odd But Morgan Freeman came to show Bruce Almighty that the black man is God Bar God! Nigga said, he don't care about me rappin' about pyramids, I can't respect you fool After centuries of white washing black Egyptian history I wouldn't expect you to Most these fans, didn't even want you to rhyme on this card So it was those same exact pyramids that have you aligned with stars Bars! That chopped and screwed shit? That was cute I'm the god of shootin', bullets hit his neck and get lodged into it The next time you try to chop and screw- I'll let my auto' tune (autotune) it! Bar God! {Danny jumps in the crowd!} The chopper shot, make his car Transform like an Autobot But this Nicaraguan Glock, doin' a Lil' Flip, it's an 'Exotic Pop" That's the .40, the .9 for ya big homie Oh it's just you, 'My Mind Playing Tricks On Me" I got niggas from Bushwick, callin' me like, "Nunn Nunn ain't gon' kill you, will he (Willie) D?" Knowin' that if a feather hit me, and killers on demand So he'll get more than a Scarface if anything close to Cloverland I'm from the ghetto (Geto) Boy They got the battle of the red beards Bitch you look up to me like a father figure They got a god and a Nun(n) together like Catholicism But the problem with him, I’m a professional, even in a confessional, I’ll outbox you How could a Nun(n) fuck with anyone when you vowed not to? Aye, I owe you (AIOU) a punch It’s a vowel knot too I’ll pile drive you Leave this stage blood filled, with Nunn killed from all mags With Smack in the middle of the murder, it’s a drug deal, gone bad It’s no competition I done wrote the most GOAT compositions this whole time of livin’ Turn you to a ghost kinda, ya soul live, but ya protons diminished Robot precision, come off the leg with some shit look like I’m holdin’ Voltron meniscus Then .45 the witness Nah! Fuck that! I’ll let the gauge bomb you I'll go through you to get to the nigga behind you, I’ll liaison you I put the gun to his rib, he reached to snatch it, but tried hesitant When it comes to murder I’m excellent, I time tested it They at the autopsy tryna figure what happened, their mind desolate Once the DNA from the cage match, they’ll realize he died wrestlin' Bar God! When they talk about Danny, they say he Yoda, don’t play me soldier I’ll bring the Navy over from the Middle East with, the piece with the Israeli odor since he thinks he’s Ray Liotta You good fella (Goodfellas), don’t you know I kill esteem? There’s No Escape from the Revolver I’ll put you in A Field Of Dreams Wait, wait, Ray Liotta was in (Goodfellas), No Escape, Revolver and A Field Of Dreams And still it’s seems My block like Vietnam today, ain’t no peace like Namaste, bystanders get hit when Llamas spray I’ll kill you on accident in front of yo’ mother, you see the pain that mamas take (my mistake)? This how I operate, a gun fight with me? You don’t wanna chance that Get hand straps Why go to war with a Tommy? Vice City the only time we saw Lance Black You know what’s crazy about that game flow? Niggas think life is GTA but that’s what got Nun(n) in front of a Saints Row My veins froze, aim cold, up the .4, The Big Bang, then blood rush the floor They gone find proof of existence where Nunn (none) was before I done been to fuckin’ war Shootouts, I ain’t gotta exaggerate I won’t lie, a full clip, will leave everything under his fabric ate (fabricate) Let me elaborate I’ll wave the stick, lighting bolt on ya head, I will Dumbledore you This a clear 30, I'll 'Hit Em Up' at the end if I Stumble toward you That Parallel shit? I was the one rhymin’ to do it first How they got The Nun(n) versus the man the be Conjuring universe You open up this portal, you risk to die When the smoke clear I killed my own son, he Mystified This is God, Mr. Underdog, beat Danny on NOME and be a hero Smack, you brought me to Houston, gave me Nunn (none), but couldn’t get me Zero Bitch you’se a weirdo You white boys say anything to the fans for the clout You been tryna get me, you was planning it out Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? (I do!) He told Charron, he wore a Confederate flag on Civil War, I watched that shit land in the house And here you are, another white man tryin' to kill a black man in the south That’s why them hammers is out! I catch you with yo’ bitch I’ll let the homie paint the- Floor from laminate to Rosewood when the .40 ache her (acre) And a mule, my first threesome was a scary sight I was in a motel with my baby mama and a brick, and both them bitches carry life This was every night, hustlin' under the full moon I was stuck in the grind Witchcraft, I knew me and my source’ll re-up (sorcery) at this time I got connected with the Mexicans, you was in English class tryin' to write a verse that’s fly I was writing a Esse (essay), now my portfolio diversified Fuck being intimidated, you know what you in the midst of facin’? Triggers blazin’, I'll have you in situations where doctors operatin with scissors raisin’ In this instance, it's like you in the kitchen with chicken bakin’ And it’s seasoned, for some reason they all feel you didn't make it The fifth is bangin’, don't talk about don’t talk about heaters clappin’ Only time I seen a Nun(n) with a gun, was Ben Affleck in The Town…and he was actin' You see what’s happenin’? You getting on this card was done in faith I nearly died from being real sick (Sikh), so they gave me a Nun(n) as prey (pray) It's too late for you to run away And he on the ground with this shit This wack MC got another two rounds of this shit Yikes! [Round 2: Nunn Nunn] First off, I'm proud to be a guest in this culture, I'm glad I'm able to get my respect And I'm not tryin' to kill a black man in the south, Dan', we up here gettin' a check Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? (I do!) You said some bullshit to Charron and it was some uselessness You wanna know the reason why I had to expose Charron for why he should've been Banned? Cause you didn't do this shit! I told you his freestyle was gonna be the best part of his round And see, y'all thought that shit was odd If he's the black man that's God, like Morgan Freeman, I think y'all should give it up Cause if he is a black man like God like Morgan Freeman, well y'all gon' have to mop this shit up And I don't give a fuck Yeah, and I freestyled a freestyle! Yikes! I ain't like the sound of that shit He called me a "wack MC"? I should pull a pound on you bitch We have a shootout, I'll duck down and hit the ground with the shit And pop up like, "Bitch! I got a whole 'nother round in this shit!" Now I'm the coolest white boy in Houston to get it poppin' for real I'm talkin' smoother than Paul Wall, how rockin' (rock in) ya grill When I'm not gonna chill I ain't fake wit' it And where I stay ain't safe livin' They celebratin' murder every year, like it was Thanksgiving He ain't gettin' it Not for nothin', Bar God when the gods talk you are not amongst it You couldn't become Lighter Lux so you became a whiter Lux? That shit disgustin' I feel like Kevin with the family, let's have a heart (Hart) to heart (Hart) discussion All this rappitty rap you lackin' Common Sense and You ain't even conscious of it So when y'all ask, "Why they give Nunn to a Myers? It's just...we don't see none (Nunn) to admire." Bitch, I hate you worse than Ike P (That's a lot of hate) Real shit, I hope you get Wack Bar Of The Week for every bar that you said After this, I wouldn't even like P, that shit ain't worth the bread You remember Mike P? On his bullshit, psst, he ain't heard what I said You can never be the GOAT, we seen your 'Thriller' with Mike and watched you turn up dead But y'all prefer the lies (fertilize) like that shit can grown It's manure, trash, basuda All this wack shit in L.A., sound like rumors Shoutout J Prince, this for the trappers/shooters With the yay' (Ye) and the Drac' (Drake) in Houston like Free Larry Hover I doubt you, got anything mapped out You ain't a legend Same shit I told Quest Any questions? You got sick (Sikh) and tried to make a wish, how depressin' You thought Surf would help you Stumble into money but you will never get it You battled them other white boys, we can't award (A. Ward) you winnin' Your little battle rap skill They extort you with it Your battle rap career, awful, isn't it? Like a New York apartment, shit ain't worth the cost of livin' Now when you steppin', it ain't magical, he's status quo These legends don't want to battle you, you ain't valuable Figure that'll be (data) be outta range it's understandable So why fire (Wi-Fi) on you if you ain't even compatible Now when they laughed at you I felt designated to clean it up, go to bat for you I thought you happened to win, but I judged it the worst, that sound like Calicoe Now I don't know, how you "deserve" Danny Myers, I disregard it Smack, be honest, I could've got these same three for cheap at Gates Of The Gates He just talkin' (I guarantee you he battlin' there tomorrow) I'm better than every veteran I'm lined with? Why bitch? It's my shit And they be seasoned (seizing) for nothin' like when the Feds can't shit Now watch this The Bar God will meet God, not an obstacle Know what my Houston method is (Methodist) ? Put this bitch in a hospital I ain't gotta use, personals, like a low life, that ain't my way, with all this drive in Houston, I tend (I-10) to take the high way (highway) This my day! Don't see the Nunn type in NOME that's what I oughta correct Cause I seen "none" when I typed in "NOME"and my autocorrect Y'all can check Respect, the south relate to this, watch who you playin' with I take offense, you can't save your bitch I grab your mil' (meal) out the boot and start cookin' ya boo, Dan (boudin) on some Cajun shit Now who you think a bitch? Let's take it further If we scrap for money, I'll steal yo' shit, like a Cadillac converter I got away with murder Who got the juice now? You ain't feelin' it? But you are like O.J. Simpson cause with them freestyles you limited You don't get your bars from killin' shit You get your bars from stealin' shit Now go ahead and steal some shit It's Nunn man [Round 2: Danny Myers] I don't know, hehe, that shit was alright But this bitch nigga gotta go Nigga talkin' 'bout Cajuns, spicy food, so I kicked in his do', shot his mama and his papa tho' (Pappadeaux) But you did a- the nigga just did a "Wi-Fi computer scheme" You thought that was gonna impress me? Please I know niggas in hot spots on tethers, sellin' raw that'll (data) put the fiends in the clouds when they pressin' keys (ki's) I am the GOAT! Aye, I don’t want to call you a culture vulture, I don’t thank that’s cool Predictable Nunn think he's calculated and he ain’t that smooth Waited ‘til I lost to Real Sikh, straight facts too But don’t vultures wait for something to die before they make that move? Don’t get it twisted, you been puttin' in work, yeah bro But you’re only here cause I said “Yes” and Surf said “No” The term "top tier", should be changed to “The fuckin’ runners” That’s why when I got in position I gave shots to the up and comers Bitch you know what I did for this culture? I battled all the OGs And set the mold for what the young MC’s become And what the fuck has he done? None (Nunn) of thee above I gave y’all sinister similes, wizardry, a summary of guns And the what the fuck has he done? None (Nunn) of thee above I battled on the biggest league to the smallest companies with love And what the fuck has he done? None (Nunn) of thee above I battled on roof tops, basketball courts, underneath the slums And what the fuck has he done? None (Nunn) of thee above! Fuck that, chin shot, his spirit floating, now he’s “Nunn (none) Of Thee Above” How you don’t believe in God? I spit with the passion to build religions with? I sacrificed all that I had and that’s when you benefit A lifetime of madness concealed in my penmanship The only false prophet (profit) is the fact I give y’all the maximum and get the minimum You wanna box then do something? I’ll punch you dead in yo’ fuckin’ gums and knock a tooth from it If I’m the one that jabbed you the Zab Judah Kosta Tsu punches He ain’t know base led (lead) into gold? I got the style for this How the white boy gon' give me the beats? I’m The Alchemist I’m instrumental…to you getting bigger stacks I’ll come to Wilson, Sig' with the switched attached I'll shoot you, then point it at ya family in the midst of that In other words, I'll black on Nun(n), let it sing, then watch how your Sister Act I got the gift of rap, y’all know how I came up with that “Time Machine” bar? Only the treacherous’ll get me I watched a Rollin’ Crip load up a 1911 in the 60’s Miss me…with the fuck shit, I’m with the action, raw passion Pull up, catch him on his block, we all clappin’ He on the ground, body shakin’ as cars passin’ Paramedics already knew he had bars, they said, “What he doin’?" ”SPAZZIN’!” Ask him, I ain’t flip "Lance: a lot (Lancelot), but a chance a Glock comin’ to the stage ‘Cause I learned from them fairy tales, when you’re the King, None (Nunn) could pull a blade It was nights I was ‘round tables (Knights Of The Round Table), full of scales, we took a chance with crack Women who could’ve pushed the envelope was giving up their stamps for that Y’all be going postal, shit my friends not focused with From the sandbox we watched niggas sell rocks broke and shit I got a job at UPS, my bro said he can get two mil on his man block throwin’ bricks Ironic, now he gets three meal (mil') a day through a mail slot opening Of course it’s hell The same niggas he let borrow his Jordan 11’s chose to wear mics (Mikes) on 'em and report to 12 Your corpse will smell I control the force with my mind’s dojo He won’t know if it’s Dragon Ball or Star Wars…I can go Han(d) (Gohan) Solo I stab him with a low blow, and get to cuttin’ ‘til he drip out This bitch cut every man off like her husband finna get out Another stab, then another stab, look at the insanity I’m doin’ Then I cut ‘til I see the white meat (meet) like your family reunion Danny keep improvin’ You on the ground with this shit This wack MC got a whole ‘nother round of this shit Yikes! [Round 3: Nunn Nunn] Y'all just let this weird ass dude mix Dragonball Z with Star Wars That shit was ass as fuck! Bitch, you mixing Star Wars and Dragonball Z? Well you 'bout to take a sky walk when I put yo' ass in the Trunk Fuck is up?! Put that in ya fuckin' recap! Y'all reactin' to every pussy ass, fuck ass, Sister Act bar that anybody ever said That shit ain't never been good to me You know what I think every time I hear a Sister Act bar? (What?) Whoopi I said, Aye Danny! Hahahaha It's another third round at NOME Let's let a pen decide this Last third round at NOME, when you put your pen aside is When you got sick (Sikh) in the body for nothin' like appendicitis We seen Sikh was rhymin', you took a dive Then we got less than two thirds, I couldn't even simplify it He had no guidance Smack At Chris Brown house, he wasn't invited On Caffeine, you know how hard I find it? If you knew Drake was watchin' That you, Honestly, Never minded Changed your style and I never hate it He even tried to be (B.) Dot, the God just never Elevated Obviously This God narrative, I do not believe When Troy put you to war like Achilles, all these myths 'bout God was really odd to see (Odyssey) I do not believe You out here quittin'? Like 8 Mile? You not embarrassed You takin' half off your battles? You think you Clarence? That GOAT shit you used to cherish? That tune'll (Tuna) never be the same like Big Terrance Let's talk about it A terrorist, I'll punch this bitch Dare E.F.B. to move an inch I'll get Tru Foe and Gotti on some stupid shit Ms. Hustle like me more than you so she ain't gotta nothin' to do with this Ave done let Fonz steal his whole sound to the point he can't use the shit Uselessness Far as Nitty? He took a shot at me, in y'all rematch, I know he seen a threat You said "the king of rematches" Smack? But I've been waitin' since Banned and I ain't seen it yet Now y'all believe in that? Well this bugged out life ain't animated when slugs talk I'll have him passenger side with Suge for the thug talk Laid out, good (Goodz) & easy (Eazy) that's the drug talk The Kyd Slade on life support, that's the plug talk You better duck the fuck off, changin' spots, you ain't safe for blocks I'll put a shotty to his body, when this gauge is cocked I'll have him close to the 12, and make his Neighborhood Watch Facts They said I don't belong here Damn ? I done fucked up every name y'all ever gave me, at this point, I AM Smack (Danny The Myers!) I proved wrong everybody that doubted him Soon as I land (Island) in Houston like Galveston Got the big baby close, look like I'm coddlin' Get a shot and Danny no longer cognitive That mean you ain't gettin' none (Nunn) back like you was audited Legend who? Tell the truth, I don't know 'bout him You went from a Sideline Story to havin' an Off Season, that sound like Cole albums What's a God to a non-believer? We ain't into fictions This gon' put an end to God like Hinduism Bro I'm a serial killer in prison, and every sentence death You are not a muthafuckin' god, this old rapper just got the Lord, Finesse Now I guess, I'm a Cast Away from Wilson, you see that blood on my palm? I am not the one I gotta spell it out for you? You will be non existent if you start with none (Nunn) And you on the ground with this shit Man, thank the Lord he ain't got another round of this shit [Round 3: Danny Myers] Yo, we both in Hunger Gamez, right? Now we need to be in another circle Cause the one thing I did learn from Whoopi was to beat a white bitch to The Color Purple Now there are those that do this And there are those that are born to do this Bar God! I get on this stage and do miracles I threw the hardest punch, and Nunn (none) caught it, I’m too lyrical I’m through hearin’ you, claim you’re the man to stop me Alien pen, and they got "Nunn" in the middle of the "Anunnaki" Can you copy? They played you in that tournament, you got a nice flow Then I heard you tell your friends that "The Black Rob", and I was like 'Whoa' If them men would've played me for a hundred k, I would've been like, "What's happening?" But instead, them niggas robbed Nunn (none), they was just practicing Shit's tragic when, you got a temporary crown You went from being in a bracket now you cemetery bound Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? (I do!) If them niggas robbed me like what happened with Sheed, it'd be obituaries found But Sheed Happens to be the reason this Calico gone give him every round! You know what type of guilt I carry 'round? It's like my mind just storing- Memories of nights hustlin' in the times I flourished My whole family went to prison So is it a generational curse if (cursive) I signed up for it? Your words don't connect with me, the respect differs I collect figures And ran the best dog through the tunnel like West Minster I'm from the West mister Where gangs rule and a gun'll clap You tell em you don't bang Blood or Crip, they ain't tryna hear none (Nunn) of that When I run it back, it reminds me of working the curb 'Cause I been servin' him all crack from the 1st to the 3rd The .4 explode He on the ground suffering, then a couple Taps out of sympathy, it’s re-Morse code Poor soul, knife on me, you soft partna Y'all finna see me put this white bitch on the blade like Sauce Walka Y'all thought the, mission was to kill me and he can get it done? A bench warmer versus a man that can rap with Kendrick Nunn? Last NOME, I let y'all down Y'all didn't look proud Shoulda been Champion Of The Year, all the other battles I shook crowds American History X'd me out, forgot about my good rounds This the part where I make this white boy bite the curb and put my foot down Look how, fate just played into the shit I said Or should I say, Final Destination where the victims lead We can see your name is preordained when it's gettin' read The Sig' blew, I put bullets in you (NU) an' (N) you (U) end up dead If in his head I misspelled his name the kid wildin' I been violent, silencer on the gun, so the ends (N's) silent Where my plates at? Huh? Who gone retire me? Lux last performances don't inspire me Daylyt (Daylight) a by product of the sun, he ain't as high as me Surf keep duckin', they name a price, he make a higher fee We know the writers need more time to conspire, we- Know the riot he gone bring to battle for notoriety Smack only fuckin' with Nunn for more variety You only punch outta fear Smack, I request a trade, can we please get A Ward, and get Nunn Nunn the fuck outta here Summer Madness coming, they know how hard I worked for this What’s my last line? Oh yeah, Surf’s a bitch! Bar God! And he on the ground with this shit Thank the Lord he ain't got another round of this shit Yikes!