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Hollow Da Don vs. Rum Nitty
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Warriors hat I'm from the Golden era Late 90's and still had heart like Roc-A-Fella That's when I was thinkin' of signin' to Hov So now you puttin' I (eye) in the- Stop it fella I'm more Notorious Not for makin' a song; valedictorian It's a high grade that I'm on In a Delorean, I waited too long Dr. Kevorkian my patience (patients) is gone I'm an accordion, you playin' me wrong I'm the logo, I'm the reason fans come down Oh no you Jojo, had a little run now, it's done clown I got the glow though I could no show and 3-0 bro in a one round I'm the n***a they not checkin' MC's trash, Caffeine staff, they'll soon stop testin' This a bean bag to Brock Lesnar This a DreamCast to an X- Y'all donе ran me wrong Look, I understand my era gonе and now-a-days you can argue anything, opinions strong Like, "Eminem had the better diss", "MGK had the better song" I beat yo' ass in this battle, your fans say you got the better bars You just can't f**kin' win Against these perjurers, lie and stand (lyin' Stans) Call 'em The Sixers, there's no way I advance He been shootin' like Ben Simmons but been sellin' that to buy his (Tobias) fans That-that, support your 40 in all of your rhyme I done turnt n***as zombies, I fathered the time Think Drake's barber design I put my heart on the line The difference between it though, I know the meaning of every word, every line witty I know your style, punchline litty Personality iffy Originality missing I mean, I know why they call it a "ratty" do you? Or "biscuit", don't lie Nitty You gon' be up here wild gritty talkin' 'bout how you gon' kill me wit' guns and slang from my city You'se a Diduntdidunt And I ain't gon' explain it either You know why my language ether? I went to 204, me and Nas got the same English teacher But all you can do is punch And punch And punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch With setups like, "I got the .9 like Rondo" I punch with a God flow, that's a one/two combo Like Zion and Lonzo Look, we could've did this in a small room or a Volume Or a small room or a large room or ball room or your room Or call Clips, check all rooms He say I can't take it to the gun Rum I'll brbrbrbrbr drum Rum A MAC grgrgrgrgr 1-1 Grgrgrgrgr 50 Cent huntin' Budden ya done Rum He gon' say I can't take it to the trigger blastin' I do everything, watch a n***a match it with attachments Zzzzzt, revolver, spinnin' faster then Kyrie at Olympic practice Look my n***a that's pain, I'ma ride forever My n***a lost and got a dub for an attempt, that's trial and error You feel that n***a? That's pain So what I hit you with? The bars, the God flow, the pain Okay let's go conscious Do you know the definition of "Obamanation"? You did all that Donald hatin' and he ain't no different from Ronald Regan Hold up little n***a you too small to get this grown man conversation We ain't even do proper meetin' 'til I had your girl ovulating over a conversation 'bout common places But he said all he know is gangbangin' Well cool, I get him set up by an east coast Crip He think I'm talkin' 'bout a n***a from New York I mean 62nd Street, an east coast Crip So go 'head, throw your C's up, but when you see us, seize up Or you'll be on the ground and the only way you'll see is up Oooh, that made me wanna take it back to the gun Rum Cause I mix it with the conscious I just done Osiris/Isis, I'll sun son I got another one thun, can I mix it with the gangbangin' I just done? I'll have "C's" and "B's" surround him I'll "crumb" Rum Uh huh {Gun c*cks} Nuh uh I ain't the one to rob, where I come from an onion is whiter than Nunn Nunn I've done done ('Dunn Dunn') it all So tell shorty (Shawty), "keep it low" (Lo) I said, "He's a hoe" you see I'm O So if I say, "He's a hoe" that's beeper code 304 Whoa, this the meanest flow Some sh*t you never seen befo' I'll kidnap your 3 year old then sell his Adrenochrome at a senior's home Look, I'm runnin' in his crib and takin' all three of his kids when I run in Rum house Oh you got four? Well BOW, I'm foul I took one Wait I ain't wanna go the gun route But I'm just here to show you I do it all, no diss track Get his b*t*h wrapped like [?] Shirt full of Kool-Aid, you can picture (pitcher) goin' through the wall Shots, hit her outta nowhere, that's a booty call When I do it dawg, I know it signed cuz but if you a slime like thug Then we would find Blood like Luminol Whoo, I could go all night Smack, you lucky I got some sh*t to do tomorrow How long I got left? 'Bout 52 minutes, this 'bout to a superb round I'm 'bout to get in my bag, let me just spit my second and third now I said I ain't playin' wit' him, while he hatin' I'm checkin' his shoes, checkin' his collar, tryin' to figure out which mic he fakin' in I'll take him to- Yo, LOMclothing.com man Aye, don't fall gang I'm too solid Hollow you can never be me b*t*h ass Ran off on his homie Math and jumped somewhere in the sea Pocketed money from a charity We gon' let the evidence speak I just split 150 bands with my brother, I'm mo' LOM than you ever could be You really called the police on them n***as?! You need to check yo'self But you're a square, not qualified to be from the streets and this is somethin' you said yo'self But you still a punk Because you do not have to be a gangsta to "protect yo'self" I never said I was real cause I was weapon grippin' Nah Cause I always kept my word, never switchin' Never ran on my homeboy if they catch us slippin' Since they was born, I took care of my children Got out the street but never left my hitters Still send JPay, Pelly Post and Securus And that makes me one of the realest n***as If I get to trippin', it's a grip of victims Crime scenes and forensics Detectives Hollow tested...and I went ballistic Aye! You be on some b*t*h sh*t That's why fam' put both feet and hands on you n***a When you got 'Beat It' looked 'Bad'...remember that time he put the 'Man In The Mirror'? I'm a shot caller dawg (shock collar dog), I go off on you It's gonna be slow singin' and flower bringin' but I warned you Obituaries, black hearses and a plot for you After the Don hit, he get a headstone (head stone) and everything else, like a gargoyle I'ma bomb on you Somethin' loud clap Bullet, go in his leg, up his stomach then out that Will he survive? I doubt that Cause the .22 ricocheted inside you, but I doubt Hollow gon' bounce back He's a house rat Gettin' talked to like this ain't what they want You'se a disloyal, fool ass, b*t*h made punk Havin' guns in yo' rounds is useless cause you a nerd You won't shoot it, that's too absurd So if he don't switch his attacks, you know how odd it (Ah di) would be? It would have you losin' on yo' return That's my word I hate cuz Burnin' raise up 50 rounds, got the drum stuffed, like Turkey Leg Hut You know what up? I can't officially say you a rat, but I do know this homie Any n***a that'll call the police over a threat will most definitely snitch on me What happened to that Loyalty sh*t? And puttin' yo' team on first? You ain't picture them turnin' they back on you? Like a V long shirt You the worst Fans thinkin' I can't see him with the verses Cause all I got is gun lines so I'll easily get murdered Every bar I'm squeezin' on a burner So I might not be able to take Hollow out...and neither can a surgeon This is murder We let K's blow You did all that talkin' {gun c*cks} 'til we raise poles (polls) It's yo' fault, everybody pointin' at you, now make an escape, GOAT (scapegoat) It's yo' fault! You took to long, it's yo' cost I knew I had to catch him right in his prime or (primer) Hollow wouldn't even go off Grown talk Every day I wake up, I gotta get four kids ready, straight up Brush they teeth, wash they face up Grease my son's fade's up Try to figure out how I'ma do my daughter hair cause I still can't hook a braid up This ain't made up Gettin' 'em to school, makin' sure they ain't late once Basically, that "everyday in the street sh*t" it been gave up But to protect my family? I'll lace up Lay somethin' Police won't save us They still killin' n***as in the street, I ain't forgot where I came from f**k the system, that's the type of time you need to be on next (necks) When you wanna call the police on another n***a You'se a weirdo! You'se a weirdo! You'se a weirdo! Funny n***a! Off brand! Busta n***a! You would've been in the house with the master I would've been in the field with the other n***as You'se a funky n***a You don't hold it down you run from n***as You'se a woman n***a Will judge the next man off his money n***a Get humble n***a One of them, "I forgot where I come from" n***as A snake, can't be trusted, you on funny business and that's why you had to duck from n***as f**k this n***a! Nigel...you look more like a Douglas n***a! [Round 2: Rum Nitty]
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