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skytier northwest – danny myers vs j.u.s. كلمات اغاني

[round 1: danny myers]
you one of the pioneers of this region, you and stuey coulda set off smack
the irony, a n-gga who fathered the north west fell off track
i will sock you consistently for a month, this where the talkin’ cease
i will…send a clear message through frequency like dolphin speech
i’ll shoot you in yo’ casket, you think the beef is settled here?
i’ll put a exclamation over ya box like metal gear
i’m who the devil fears, for several years, i spit and had rushed through it
to get used to putting bodies on my resume, i had to add jus (adjust) to it
you get one chance
i’ll independently film me shootin’ at ya child feet to watch ya son dance (sundance)
social media will get you slapped, bowed, choked and beat
one sentence’ll get ya whole family f-cked up like roseanne tweet
trace my bloodline back to africa, mozambique
and the dogon tribe with a knowledge that no man reached
i can pull the tec and it’s over, or you can see the vet from the shoulders
either way the man’s’ll need a soul (manzinita sol) like the mexican soda
i’m destined to fold ya, barrel to ya dome then let the .8 clap
ya brain…don’t plan on working again like a face tat
when i’m in my sniper outfit, i never miss, and if you kinda doubt it
i’ma have to hit jus if i (justify) wanna prove i was right about it
i’ll f-ck yo’ mama then write about it, that ho was tryin’ get paid
i told her to “ramp up the head” like shawn kemp fade
you b-tch made, these bullets just for you, we gone settle it
two or more are gathered in his name…this is fellowship
metal gripped, at the kid house, front do’ with the sig’ out
y’all got jus for me but couldn’t get a n-gga that wig out?
stuey got on smack and i saw that it hurt ya
he moved forward, while you stayed still…newton proved his own law of inertia
ya pens borrowed, i’ll fight like a man, ya chin’s hollow
b-tch i earned stripes with these forearms (four arms), i’m kintaro
you be callin’ n-ggas b-tches, all in they face, gettin’ bold, tryna talk tough
well if y’all know jus diss (justice), know (no) peace ain’t possible when i march up
get ya jaw shut, fraud f-ck, ya b-tch? my thugs, they hurt her
we started this game runnin’ from cops like subway surfer
this a one way murder, i took a break from the weed trade
to bring my great (migrate) up north appearance like freed slaves
these days, i’m breaking n-ggas souls, i’ll leave ya core destroyed
i been makin’ noise with these lines like corduroys
when yo’ daddy homeboys got off top of yo’ mama, and it was his turn to destroy the sh-t
he never imagined nine months later she’d be talkin ’bout a boy and sh-t
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do)
he just like his dad, ain’t no probably
cause even after you trained for this, you didn’t think the results would be a body
i been plottin’ ya death patiently
basically, these two tre’s (33) represent the highest level of masonry
i been the greatest, slugs’ll hit his hair and penetrate it
bullets’ll be getting jus (just) due like they vindicated
you ain’t did sh-t for the abl, you ain’t out here holdin’ the camp down
you never traveled to the midwest or the east, puttin that north west stamp down
stuey, hypnosis, patron, they all left the state for k!llin’
you just a role player in seattle like nate mcmillan
you ain’t used to getting talked to like this are you b-tch? well the bar god likes to push harder
i’ll tie you down and force you to drink ya grandma’s douche water
this is pure slaughter, y’all got the g.o.a.t. versus these fake bars
they set these cameras up then waited for a dummy…i’m a bait car
we don’t take chances with a snitch, witnesses get cooked dirty
it’s like bad boys 2, n-gga you look..30
i got here off of bars, i was never involved with the gimmicks
but when you have this type of projection, it enlarges ya image
my apologies, but i attack these n-ggas diabolically
i’ll have you cruise in and out of religion like scientology
i was bred from an iron policy, we just went wild with bars
and when we stepped in the cipher we made sure the style was ours
young buck, gun tucked til he on the ground with this sh-t
thank the lord he don’t got another round of this sh-t
yikes!

- skytier northwest

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