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Rum Nitty vs. Serius Jones
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Weight in the trap The dope, brick by brick If you hatin', then jack Cause everybody know now, I'ma pull out that Big(g) K over Smack JK, just killin' The GOAT ain't kiddin', get rich quick it ain't only fans that do you bad baby (Bhad Bhabie) But catch me outside, I'll grip the cold steel Put your head up against your car tire Since they say I hold b*t*hes against they own will (wheel) Comin' to my cell, with they cells, showin' me y'all blogs That's how I had the guards on the tier And y'all out here talkin' 'bout, "Who God tier?" n***a, I was a god on the tear Now this a contest? With 16, that's the number prepared And this my first event, I was innocent But when I beat this b*t*h, on stage for my money, I'ma show y'all what Ike Turner meant (tournament) Y'all been sleepin', it's time to wake 'em up OD'ing on Caffeine and Rum, like Kahlua Get upset and testing (intestine) the baow movin' (bowel movement) Them easy name flips without a crowd, useless They say, "This up. Nitty gritty", well let's get down to it Cause this ain't you and I vers' city (university) You ain't gotta be Ivy League to add up this con L's (Cornell) Versus Jones with, one? Everybody prolly said, "Rum gon' take these shots to the head." But nah, I got Ill Will for Nitty That means I'm a Yak ('Gnac) n***a with Homi's Yeah you in that mix but all we get is a punch with Rum You wanna live my life, let's keep it gangsta I'ma be Frank, Nitty I see Jake in you State Farm Commercial, cause all you do is flip names But look at what you named yourself; Rum But you givin' cheap shots So you know Every Bar gon' serve you You tryin' to give us over proof Throw it up then choke Cause Rum ain't made for takin' shots I know it's rough on the palette, is that why you go down easy? They said, "Rum on the rocks" but my ties (mai tais)? Mob He molasses slow, run him over Or give him a limp he ain't proud of, that's Suge or (sugar) 'caine (cane) What? I gotta explain? I know what Rum is really made out of I draw down, on the fastest gun on the west Cause a vets gun's faster He try to creep up from behind and book me? It was a murder, I read Rum (redrum) backwards We know! Nitty got more gun lines than a Texas pawn shop He got FNs, Sig Sau's, Glocks with long stocks, man stop brother We know you worked at Wal-Mart in the stock room This is literally a MAC vs. a boxcutter! You put slavin' over C'ing (overseeing) in the field, n***a Well it's 'bout time, you ain't got no job if you really put work in If you do and you proud, fine Then the beef back; cow spine Creep up on him on his down time Tap into the inner calm (intercom) then baow, do him dirty, "Clean up on aisle 9!" I thought I wasn't even gonna be breathing free again Cause though it's Rum to you but to me it's gin And as soon as I see you, two arms extended; bring it in Aw man, the sh*t is mine, I'm still in my prime Matter of fact, tell 'em what I get better with....time Welcome home Well, clap it up for bro - welcome home You'se a motherf**kin' battle rap flunky, n***a Been in this sh*t double digits Your name don't sell no f**kin' tickets And now you out here doin' funny business Thought you was just gon' duck Bigg K and come win you some money didn't you? Ended up gettin' Rum in the first round, it was a dummy mission Bummy n***a, prolly be at yo' house, couch surfin'; pun intended Now it's like you have to win it Dude a fool You gon' go back to nothin', you homeless motherf**ker, you don't have room to lose The nurse is feedin' food to you through a tube You'll be ruined too You'll probably never again take a battle, Serius (serious); you Nu Jerooz You should move You was better with the barber life, you done lost your hype All that thinkin' you was a mack (Mac), trash, been (bin) had you at the bottom, right? You gon' die tonight And he nervous, we lurkin', team purging This ain't the same n***a from the Mook battle, it's the cheap version We all know that number that serious (Serius) charges probably dropped, after he beat murder (Murda) And he heard you Ain't got a crib or apartment No whips so you walkin' Ice voice, "He don't even got a phone." I don't see how this b*t*h Siri is (Serius) talkin' Awful You 49 years old with a P.O.? That ain't street, no You was a geek bro But in his mind he's stickin' to the G code But he broke, thinkin' he a P What the f**k is he on? You need to think mo' You only get one, and since you playin' and not livin' it This near death experience Gon' make you want to take your life serious (Serius) You still a b*t*h Type to give up his n***a for some fame A diamond grill, a little chain, just so all the b*t*hes know your name You ain't pimpin' you a lame Bull-sh*t, all you ever did for a whore is (Horace) Grant a bad vision in the game Effin' shame Ain't nothin' else to do but dude fake I pull this toolie he gon' smooth break He try to do it movin' it's too late Rifle, on a tri-pod, I use it to shoot straight I put the stand up and got serious (Serius), like I'm losin' in 2K Dude lame! We don't allow him Poles around me Bobby Shmurda, I got an extra Tom' (time) just in case ya homie Rowdy Clown him You just a relative of the relatives You ain't even with the pack, you thirsty I can't lie, Ice did say you was a Wolf, but just the rappin' version Catch a 30, put you in the trunk to die Leave the old Wolf stuffed inside; like taxidermy That was dirty Beatin' me is not gon' be easy pimp Plus, you standin' in front of a potential Twork rematch The fans do not wanna see you win Sink or swim I said ah, I seen that troll poll that had you winning 99%, and me 1 So on my kid I'm gon' pop I gotta put you under dog Cause this pole I got, gotchu losin' 30, by a long shot Speakin' of 30 It's Insane how you Cripping but Rolling with your fourth baby Loc You been in five different gangs? Now that's impressive I mean, we all know my life is a movie but are you an actor or an extra Cause you only crackin' under pressure You use guns for props If you rollin', take one, but your clip bored (board), and you only make movies cause you been in more sets than a casting director n***a you cap, that's why you gettin' twisted Snapple facts, matter of fact I said "yo" and put battle rappin' on the map, relax Just cause I'm "old school", they try to coup da vill in (Coupe DeVille) But I still got that drive they thought this cat'll lack (Cadillac) Punisher, been riding since T-Rex had the Ac' And he meant me when he said he had a Mac(k) in the back of that! But as for scrap Yeah you got the Desert, but your swag drier than your habitat You like Math and that You gotta waste bars, the setup, your punches But I'm like little homie happy he gettin' jumped in Yeah I'm punchin' but through (threw) the setup My sh*t overlaid Understood? It's blue in your veins? Well, that means red blood is good Big Draco, on the homie shoulder, walkin' through this fruit town Who said Big Soulja ain't from the hood? I cook a bird, see it duck If this shot don't give me what I need, burn him on the surface The truth? Sear Rum (serum) I don't hear or fear Rum Are you dumb? If I hear you play something stupid, I'll beat your eardrums with dum dums I'm the champ, peon (champion) You don't hear the music? Dun dun Shoulder strap, stick with the drum for Rum Pum pum pum You come from, where the Suns from Tonight I'm putting a bird through him That's right, Phoenix ain't rising from the ashes It's gettin' burnt to him I've been there I thought you was down in the Fourth Quarter Shouldn't you be taking shots trying to come back? When the block knocking off packs But that's not The Format I ask n***as in AZ, "Is 'Life A b*t*h' and then you die here?" And all I heard was, "Nahs (Nas), it's way too hot for all that." n***a you burnin' Plus you like strippers on they period, now that's a disgrace No? Then why you let Twork get it poppin' with a red rag in ya face? I said, all them gun lines, you get it from your domestic life I be wondering where they get it from I heard he wanted to be a Grape when he was young You was just so sweet they left him alone So long he turned into Rum And the gun bars? He doin' the drive-by, three deep with the straps See he got that when he was at the drive-thru...with his kids strapped in the car seats in the back See, and the gun bars, when he say he dressed in blue Bandana, vest on, making sure he shoot straight That n***a had a blue vest on with the gun like, "Boop. Price check on toothpaste." And the gun bars, when he say he on the Ave and he mopping n***as auntie's up ('Ante Up') He was just mad his auntie made him mop and clean the pantry up But see I ain't gotta make up sh*t or join cliques cause my life is hot But when you combine all the cliques this guy has hopped It makes sense, he's only Insane Crip with Homis cause SON caught a (Quarter) Writer's Bloque Stop playin' {Nitty imitating Jones on the phone with ARP} "Ayo Adam man. I burnt my house down while I was trying to cook and somebody life got took Then my wife got booked Police outside tryin' to talk to me right now but I might be good I'ma still try and push." You was lyin', using everything inside the book You was even whining to Ice 'bout not making the flight they booked They gave you 24 hours, took the battle, denied the look Said, 'The boy Serius too late" and that's why he was Crying, Wolf! You really is a goof I'm glad that n***a hit you too That sh*t prolly made Pop proud, how he did it for the "woo" (Wu) He hit ya roof, you was leaning ridiculous It ain't even a joke either, that was me being Serius! (serious) You serious? You gettin' in that bag Fresh tag If the coroners coming to pick up anybody, it's gon' be serious (Serius) dead ass Tell 'em zip it! Yo' hoes caught tricks on the blade? Well I can do tricks with the blade, this is different Flip it And give a Pimp A Butterfly like Kendrick You finished You gonna stretch who? You dead soon You washed up and you get less views Not the one to compare checks to Cause mine or (minor) your cuts, not even serious (Serius) as a flesh wound Dude was prolly crying when 12 booked him And that universe is parallel to me How you try to pick up pimpin' and landed in a cell (sell) pu**y You failed fully You gon' die soon, .9 shoot His main organ struck once, aorta (a order) f**ked up like the drive-thru Slide through, catch him in route, bury a clown You know what the f**k it is, I ain't gotta tell what I'm 'bout BAOW! Shell hit the scalp and take the face off (Faceoff) too, Serius (serious)...I'll air this b*t*h out! You better sit down This wasn't a battle you supposed to take And I'ma show him exactly why, so serious (Serius) will see how I'm cut, I'm all in this Joker face Know your place That funny sh*t gon' come to a quick stop Put bread on his top For the record, the right amount of loot'll (Luda) will get him dropped Crazy, you beat the Asian and then Jin popped Then the judge reminded you of that situation when he put you in gen' pop' Or maybe protective custody, cause he's sweet Nah, that's out the Window You can't be the Mac(k) in PC Mean heat, I keep a K too (K2) Chop', with a body on it like DNA Tooth I shoot, and knock the head off dawg (dog) neck Got him tryin' to keep Serius (serious) face on like a staring contest On the set You can't keep it real yourself Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide Turn-up time... We gladiators in this ring And these fights to the death, on my kids in collum (?) see 'em (coliseum) Don't talk to me 'bout no small room You think he make noise cause he turned up on some Volumes? Madness I clap n***as in comas in Irving Plaza with thousands in ticket sales I sowed my royal oats for you to be an earth Quaker I shake buildings in my sleep, I even weigh options on the Richter Scale I keep pills buried (Pillsbury) and I open up biscuits Yeah, the can'll bust as soon as I twist it You said, 'This the part you're (departure) gonna need security, cause it's gonna get terminal for you" And all thought that was Murda But see I take sh*t further Cause the belt got the machine on it that go through sh*t and I go through more bags than a TSA worker 50 shot, I pop corns (popcorn) like Nitty pops O.G. with the baldhead that shocked the young boys going left; Gilly shot One leg up, swinging the arm, I'll Milly Rock on any block Leg shot, split ya jeans They gon' turn this from the Diddy to the Nitty Bop I'm top notch I got jumped in the box and had to do my numbers So putting Math on the ground, that's hop scotch But I got five figures for Ill Will and high fives for Math So quit the jokes like, "Oh Jones needed hoes cause he was broke and on his ass." Nah, they just see God in me But I told these battle leagues I'm coming home like Moses on they ass Yeah I see (Sea) Red, and this part to water when they come talk to the God, I'm holding up the staff Knock ya d**k in the dirt So you can literally f**k where you from It's not a joke I really will for real Watch your Step Brother, I go nuts with the drum I have Black Thoughts, my Roots deep, I speak for the slums You got gun lines, who you think Loaded Lux up? Gave Cory the guns (Gunz)? They got our rights wrong Lefty, gun up in the right palm You wanna gang bang, I gotta make you my son just for Mysonne Quit that narrative I never bragged about macking, I did what I had to live Serius 'bout that action I ain't no Verb, I'm an adjective I invented Showtime, stopped playing for years and had 'em scared of Blood like Magic did I invented sonning n***as, giving life to this culture when you was a baby Loc To up to where you now at the crib having kids Wow, Serius hilarious Insane, that means I'll have you in stitches I'm talkin' doctors wounds Let his fam' see how it look different without Nitty, like "oppertune" Gomer Pyle I've been an International P since Fight Klub, n***a hold it down I control the crowd you can't even control ya bowels You full of sh*t, actin' like a general One pow'll (Powell) will empty your colon (Colin) Powell I didn't even know you was locked up my n***a I was like, "Damn, he gone?" The culture wasn't repping for you I didn't see a n***a with a "Free Jones" tee on Or even a post saying "He home" You not even a legend, you just been on the scene long What classic performance in this era has he shown? And what Mt. Rushmore's is he on? You more known for a n***a punchin' on ya roof Perpetrating business, bad pimpin', and n***as lyin' and gum bumpin' on the Tube My n***a, you one slip up away from being another Ah di Boom This the truth How you let a n***a punch you in yo' sh*t like that? I mean in front of yo' b*t*hes, you can't pimp like that Then wanna go home and be all extra aggressive, she gon' be like, "Why you ain't do him like that?" You f**ked up a lot of opportunities cause your glass chin like that If it wasn't for you my n***a Daylyt would've been on SMACK So I'ma clap this b*t*h up, air somethin' Five sent (cent), I point and clear it out, like the tare button on a scale function If you ain't get it, that was hot, you gotta think y'all It means I put a nickel on his top and pushed it way off I hate dawg I ain't gotta get all up on him for a Glock to drop him Rum shot, from a distance, it's like I'm water falling, caught a hollow A cool n***a, but still'll (Steeler) wig out like Polamalu You ain't got an option, no talk I'ma kill him And I'm a get back to Wild 'N Out, I just had to showoff (show off) for a minute Glock in the denim If I pull it, you gon' get shot then What I conceal will wet a b*t*h, with a red light, it's the Tik Tok trend His Glock spit, you gon' die partna And on the polls (poles), I'ma get most votes (volts), I'm high wattage Every line proper I got One Punch for this Serius (serious) Cartoon like Saitama Whoever try me, for sure the smoked I grab the nose airing a cap, I look like a third base coach You broke, you can't do nothing for a sl*t You really thought you was a P, you way off, like your unemployment cut You better make plans That n***a ARP gave you a name I know you can't stand 30 out the K blam, and put 23 in the Cartoon like Space Jam I pay fam', you gon' die in pain, whole side get slain I give my shooter, 22 G's, and he gon' snipe a gang Bang, eat a shell Yeah the Cartoon, top 10 like Cita's World He a girl You can't keep it real yourself, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide (Kill yaself)
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