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Rum Nitty vs. Holmzie Da God
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I asked for you in 2018, 2019, 2020 They said, "no" every time because you lack my ascension Aye P, I've been askin' the same question for years and y'all just now gettin' it (Nit')? I see you n***as lack comprehension Cause we all know you number one on the app And I don't give a f**k or care less how this guy might feel Cause I've studied every move you could possibly make And now that I know how y'all favorite plays This sh*t finna be a highlight reel Your last opponent told you how big a fan he is I used to be one too I can't pretend bro But then I remembered I grew up in the hood with no AC So all that fan sh*t went out the window N***a so what you they favorite Catch you lackin' with a 24 karat Desert Eagle Up it, squeeze and blast I'll pull up, hop out with a golden cal' (cow) and baow (bow) to an idol And this sh*t'll make Jesus mad If you the final guy, I'll make sh*t difficult for you I'm talkin' paranoia and hella trouble in ya vibes I find him, we killin' son It's gonna be blood all on the door and a whole bunch on my .9 But if I get a location on where this loc is (locust) We pullin' up where you reside And as soon as we get the call that fam' in (famine) the Lan' We gon' make sure that nothin' survive You motherf**kers know the vibes Me killin' this n***a will help y'all sleep better at night "Blood on the door", "killin' son" "locust" "famine" This loss gon' plague you for the rest of your life Blade out, leave a slit in ya neck You' gon' lose your voice if you take too long to get it sutured up Ain't it crazy what one small ripple effects? N***a this sh*t'll f**k your whole future up Ruger's tucked, MAC's, AK's, TEC-9's and all kinda sh*t Cause my pistol play outta this world And sh*t tend to up and disappear when mine'll lift (monolith) But let me guess You see your ops and let the .380 shoot after you done ringin' 'em up at the Wal-Mart N***a stop, you baby Groot cause this lil' muhf**ker is all bark But when Rum punch, n***as get punch drunk Well let's see if he can f**k with me Better yet, scratch Rum punch, I'ma stay away from the bars with alcohol in 'em, I'm in recovery Luckily, he ain't die when I left his show red with the Smith & Recovery? That's cause he at the hospital door...and the first step is admission I caught Rum and his homies lackin' But I ain't the n***a that they wanted to see They ain't gon' get a bullet though, it'll just be cuz' (because) For any reason that I want it to be But let you n***as run up on me and that's exactly when the Glock finna spray It's gonna be slow singin' and a whole bunch of plot diggin' today One of ya homies gettin' clapped The other gettin' knocked out honestly cause, I am not finna play I'm talkin' shoot your right hand, then knock one of your lil' friends Like your mama used to say I'm dangerous with these guns Boy, I do this sh*t so gracious A bullet flew as soon as the arm popped out, and this loc ate it (dislocated) Clip blazin', keep squeezin' 'til this sh*t is all full of nothin' Dislocated? That was off the muscle, all from me pullin' somethin' Bullets dumpin' B*t*h I'm a fool clappin' birds It's all fun and games 'til my hand on the stick, than I up the grip We seein' who battin' first They told me this was a dummy mission, he got nothin' for me Don't f**kin' bore me This whole battle I'ma be upstairs, but that's another story I'm clutchin' shorty, pistol whip, strike him with the Sig' once Then the 'matic pop, static shock, I'll light this n***a lid up Then what? A Glock prolly, a c*cked shotty Y'all gon' see a bullet hit Rum in the tee (tea) like a hot tottie Do not try me N***as know how I give it up, so why play Everybody wanna call God out by his name Until I'm sendin' bullets y'all way (Yahweh) It's my day And I bring a different type of feel to n***as So like a realtor n***a When you doin' all them Holmz flips, just make sure it sound real to n***as Cause there's rounds like this... Round Aye, I done let y'all slide too long There's no mo' free shots at the throne Cause this sh*t don't move me But on 2/3 it will not stop the zone After I got called for Holmz I called Gotti phone Like, "I got God it's on." He said, "You got God or Holmz?" Sh*t, I don't know if he's called "God" or "Holmz" But I know God called him home You known, as a struggle bar/angle n***a Prolly gon' get up here and talk to me, ain't you n***a? I hate you n***as With random sh*t in your bars tryin' to relate to n***as I think it's filler It be nobody at all Y'all: "My inmate number 247638 my n***a In the cage with killers We had to knuckle up, pushin' heavy I made my celly take the upper bunk I remember this one time, I had to-" shut it up! Cause you still (steal) a b*t*h, and that story you tellin'...you've done enough You might've smoked Saga with the Mike P angle, but it wasn't tough Cause I dropped a Horse before the police (Pulice) got to him, like B***ercup I'ma f**k you up I hope you ain't think that took any type of skills for real Cause in that case, you had the wrong judgement and it's all uphill (appeal) from here For real for real After this I may get locked, p*ssed off If I'm P.O.'d, it don't matter what you weigh (UA), you gon' get dropped For Don Marino, I spilled a whole bottle of Mexican tequila from the tip top But you still won't worm your way outta this shot B*t*h stop N***as be all talk but fear me Cause off top, I ain't lost too many Cautious, you probably won't survive all this really So much blood loss it's scary They like, "Look at his body." They won't think God made it, like the Darwin Theory On Insane I walk this really I'm from the situations livin' dangerous From a youngin' really bangin' And usually the number on the street or the ave you n***as hangin' Is how many seconds you get initiated daily There's a difference between bein' caught up in it and really participatin' Authenticated It be them n***as that was barely in it Tellin' all the stories, tryin' to relive it And the n***as that was really spinnin'? Scarred mental, they lowkey tryin' to forget it But you done done, I brung out a .50, 16 in the clip, plus one I'm takin' somebody with me I don't get it Why would you even sit me with this lame? When they say, "Nitty could be the GOAT, if he just add somethin' different to his game." All I do is punch, I don't be switchin' up my lane Over and over the same thing expectin' different results ...B*t*h I really am Insane On the gang you really ain't gon' murk nothin' You said you did the tournament just so Coffee, MyVerse and Hustle will let you f**k? Too much thirst brother Let me put you on some game, you might learn somethin' You tryin' to find an easy way to get yo' smash on? Might just have to call Jaz phone...her work number I'ma burn somethin' In these small rooms, I'm on my own I mean, I'm on the throne This my profession, this where you don't wanna try this at Home Little n***a I'm grown Anything you did, I done mastered it, like trappin' sh*t? Illmaculate Even when the work was no good, I never seen an addict quit (inadequate) I'm talkin' back when n***as had beepers just to make that sell You post up, and the pager (page'll) keep goin' off, like Facebook Jail For real If I send a gang, it's hell They squeezin' ratchets First and second they light you up in the skies, wreaking havoc Third, fourth and fifth, they put you in the ground son, I'm tryin' to see it happen We viewin' this body on the sixth You gettin' put to rest on the seventh It only took a week to plan it Damn it Can it, I'll pop this b*t*h Up the nose he caught the stick Test me and I'll shut down this whole event I'm that positive B*t*h 10:00 Before I get into whatever the f**k my second consist of Maybe angles, maybe jokes Or lines about the hammers I bang Y'all seen Friday After Next, right? Don't cuz look like the little n***a that be like, "I heard y'all got new security guards. That's out here hara**in' our grandma and things." But it's the Gun Line King Always quick to reach for his belt with the straps And them punches got y'all thinkin' this Little Man Complex But he just used that to pick up for everything else that he lack It ain't that you only punch But why every punch gotta be a gun? You got these n***as seriously fooled And the way you dress it up, come off as cheap threads Strictly based on the material you use Similar to a ball of yarn Cause with them punches, you manage to st**ch through every loophole So, we know the bull fire lead Every line is met with the sticks, what you crocheting? Or he got the .4 by your head Always the same pattern, like a quilt, find something new to try instead And y'all gon' keep stringing him along until there's nothin' left for (k)Nit' and he holdin' on by a thread That's why you should either pick a new pocket or find proper placement And I only reference a ball of yarn, just to let you cats know I ain't nothin' to play with I'll send a n***a that bang red and blue to hit him up Cause joint mission is a different type of effort And when you find out a Blood and a Crip did it? That sh*t send a different type of message You think E.F.B. finna help you? Huh, six feet is where y'all finna be I wish the f**k I would let somebody short stop (shortstop) what I'm doin' I'd rather swing on him, so watch your pitch when you talkin' to me But let me guess, you gon' flip Holmz (homes) like real estate when the Glock finna peel Or, no, no, no, it's like The Purge cause when it's time to ride out you got Holmz (homes) on lock with the steel N***a keep playin' with me and I'll have your whole family wearin' all black attire They don't wanna keep hearin' shot after shot after shot after sh- Even if you rap it (rapid) fire I get it though, cause n***as like Cuz Webb got hella punches And will have the fans turnin' in they seats That's cool and all, but n***as like me got substance And the difference between Webb and ours (webinars), muhf**kas can learn just what I speak Why Webb though? Cause with them punches you put your own little spin on it? The fans find enticement in your talents They catch all that fly sh*t and eat it up, huh? They think it's exciting how you balance Every line is unique and you made it your own, right? With the writin' you be wildin' That's cool and all, but switch up every now and then Cause webs (Cuz Webb) tend to leave you stuck in spite of man's (Spiderman's) talents Spiderman? Cause my morale is (Morales) is to black so y'all don't care what's in web (Webb) cartridge All that hate left Venom in my heart, and I won't stop 'til the only thing that's left is Carnage But pause it You liked that Spiderman sh*t, didn't you? Keep it real yourself Either suicide or I'll do the job, you decide, right? Kill yourself No n***a, build yourself! You'll be dangerous if you're more well rounded I won't deny that the sh*t that you do get off is dope But that same loophole gon' end up stranglin' you 'til there's no chance available And it's gonna be hard for him to get off the ropes I managed to merge both of his slogans in one concept God damn it, need I do more? And I only did that, cause over time, it's no way to flat out end the Fourth Quarter So I tied 'em both up to even the score These hands? Like anesthesia, you know the medicine from dentists One hit'll put him smooth out I only said it if (sedative) I meant it Machete out, take everything from the shoulder down Now a one arm tux is what he's buried in As soon as I seen that Nephilim since you wanna be Alien In your face n***a now what? On my waist with the pound tucked Or the chopper, full of 7.62's, and you'll get eight (ate) when it's round up N***as been lookin' for a way to cook Rum? Well here's the recipe You better have insurance on your house, your car and your healthcare especially I'll wait until everybody leave a spot, just to make sure no one else there to mess with me And once his resource is low, in come Holmz (income homes) and now your welfare is in jeopardy I could've killed him without noticin' But I made a flash from the left before I let him have the sh*t And I only brought it up so he could see it from the other side I was playin' devil's advocate And it's crazy Cause this round is worse than my last one... Time This sh*t ain't finna work no mo' (I'm talkin' to Smack again) This sh*t ain't finna work no mo' I'm supposed to be battlin' n***as like Cal' and Verb fo' sho' Y'all n***as went out and gave me Verbico This sh*t dirty bro But on Insane Crip I'm finna start chargin' you n***as double for my service though I'm finna smoke you, even though I ain't tryin' And I ain't tryin' Ruin him Cause you did this for the opportunity to get your name higher I did this for the dead presidents, I ain't lyin' So tell me, how can Nitty die, givin' a shot to a wave rider? Try me, if a n***a play, I'ma demonstrate You prolly seen this shot goin' a different way like a ricochet I get in range and split a face You'll get snapped on, I'll bat Holmz (homes), his sh*t'll cave A n***a brave thinkin' he ain't in danger Playin' witcha life will make me take it The power's in my hands; Kamaya-maya I made ya, break ya face than shake it Bro get cut foul, then his throat get cut now That sh*t'll open up Loud like a cake container Change the game up I'll lay you down with this razor out Put a remix on your features, they all separated now Anything can set (ca**ette) me off Cause if I flip and bring out the B-side, they bringin' tape around Who playin' now? You better make your next move your best move You see how I did Don? Disrespectful Stretched dude He ain't die but needed surgery for a head wound Dreadful Woke up talkin' to the operator in Spanish And you about to get pressed too (2) You gon' check who? Calm it down killer Cause if I line up the Sig' (cig') and ask "Who wants smoke" in the building We know it's not a Loud (allowed) n***a I'll end him I do not stall They was just sleepin' on the material Like chloroform on a washcloth Sayin', "punchlines don't work", but that's all false Cause I can flip any Holm' word (Homeward) and you Bound to take a loss dawg (lost dog) I been to shot y'all Glock be in my denim Let me put it to your roof Holmz (homes) You already know off top what I'm concealing And I hate a n***a, talkin' while I'm spittin' Like, "That was light." You respondin' to my writtens Give me more reaction, just know I got it in the buildin' N***a you trippin', you must be thirsty to get bodied Have you ever used WebMD? You searchin' for a problem And I got 'em Whole squad on go If we slide on cuz block, you know Rum shot Hands down, drive the boat They talk the most until choppers show That's when you see a little b*t*h come out of Holmz (homes) like a doggie do' I let off the pole Serve cuz Throw him in a trunk, burn some You can be as Loud as you want, but your body never turned (turnt) up Your turns up, and it stops with me Glock in reach I shoot, and drop Holmz (homes) on the spot like Monopoly You hot? Let's see This is it damn it Big standards But don't f**k up your shot Cause after this, they gon' give Holmz Sikh (home sick) if you miss family This b*t*h blam it I get all y'all murdered I empty out and then toss my burner Throw the steel and (stealing) change, like a car wash worker Serve you I'm tryin' not to lose my control But if I bring this little power out, I might blow a fuse boxin' Holmz (box in homes) Lock and load I ain't gon' play with y'all Thangs will draw Two mini MACs (macks), welcome to the Player's Ball Take a loss If this b*t*h blow, you gon' get smoked It got intense (in tents) but we ain't seen Holmz (homes) since, like Skid Row Big fo' You can't keep it real yourself- Tryin' to come up with a unique angle for Nitty was damn near torture Sh*t was stressin' me dawg And then it hit me like four days ago and now I got a question for y'all Arsonal, Brizz, Chess, Charron, DNA, Geechi, John John, JC, Iron, Suge Now what do these ten names have in common? Well the fact that they all battled him is one But that's ten, million viewed n***as that don't have a million viewed battle with Rum We used to question why you don't got no clean bodies But this sh*t say a lot now Cause it ain't just them, it's even more standin' after that ten count Which explains why you never had a knockout This whole time, I'm thinkin' he the apex But in all actuality, this motherf**kas a victim He get up here and say a hundred crazy punches every battle And we only remember five When the rounds down, the other 95? We f**kin' forget 'em And this isn't actual like, criticism Take it as like, an opinion from a fan and sh*t Cause I remember thinkin' you was on the verge of 30ing Top and I was wonderin' how he was going to handle it And that n***a said one line and made us forget everything cuz said Honestly, I don't understand the sh*t Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? Cause the n***a smoked you with one haymaker and now he gets sponsored by Haymaker Cannabis Another list: Surf, John John, Shine, Clips and Geechi As far as they URL battles and views All they fights with Rum is in they bottom five And this is actual facts y'all can look up and sh*t too I ain't gotta lie And it's not even a question if this motherf**ka can rap I'm just tryin' to figure out, how ya outside influence is so low, but you become number one on the app You can't blame politics Cause n***as always win the popular vote but we never see they a** get elected I'm just tryin' to figure out how on the app you first in impressions but you rarely leave a lasting impression This is prolly why Hitman, Daylyt and Hollow won't battle you And it ain't cause you average They just know a battle with Nitty will more than likely decrease they view average That's why them stupid a** punches you been throwing, don't even slightly impress me We both known around the world Why Web(b) think URL the proper site to impress me? You battle names bigger than you then views start to sink like a slow leak Once you give n***as a shot it plateau, your numbers just don't speak As far as views, you don't got that many M's This motherf**ker is so meek, you goddamn right your arms are too small to box with God N***a, you done give me a puncher with no reach We turned the garage to a storage bin With PCP and heroin we helped the whole shake down I'm talkin' hella wet and more "boy" than a Cortez round Then I graduated to movin' powder First night shift I was movin' the 'cane faster After it was up I seen the first big stack in my face Like you when n***as question your gang status But go 'head and throw your set in my grill N***a test me, the TEC squeeze, or chop it off and throw it the f**k in the water And now all y'all see is blood in the water... and a red "C" (sea) Or a blade out Open his chest just to see exactly how his heart bled And I'ma hack until I find something nobody else got access to This sh*t finna get dark Web(b) A quick bag, an easy win? This ain't gonna be those Hand on the handle, ready to make a scandal, lookin' to get somethin' exposed The slugs out, he seen the gun and he froze What? I gotta tell you I'ma kill you? You need a clue or something? It's here (hair) motherf**ker, literally, right under your nose The difference between me and him He "raps good" but the thing about Holmz they ain't believe what he said That's cause my pa**ion is unmatched And conviction almost at 100, b*t*h I could compete with the Feds Believe me he dead Put Nitty in the ring with me, you done lost it now I be on these stages with hella poise and control, 'til the point it make you sick If you need a**istance, you should call 'em now Intangibles as well Be walkin' around this b*t*h with charisma in large amounts I'm talkin' hella personality and presence (presents) I ain't even want Like it's the thought that counts You done lost it now N***as put me in the ring with Nit' and I'ma cook his a** In all actuality you takin' this battle is the thought that counts And you shouldn't have You n***as come with confidence but then be leavin' in shame After a n***a battle me he don't be speakin' the same If this n***a think he ride I'ma creep in his lane Don't be talkin' about The God, don't be speakin' in vain They say, "All Nitty can really do is a punch Do that sh*t all the f**kin' time. He's not doin' enough." Some of these n***as be up here preachin', motivational speakin' Searchin' for reasons, just really doin' too much Like you tried to coach B. Dot on how that n***a rapped Sayin' all he did was rap You tried to give him some pointers on how he could fix his rappin' Then he came back, spit his rap We like, "This sh*t a wrap." You did everything but the main objective in a battle, which is attack This sh*t is wack Don Marino was up here calling me "the greatest father in the world" while he was gettin' clapped This sh*t is wack So f**k what you talkin' 'bout I'm just gonna bar you out, all the rounds Straight to the point, while you bore 'em out talkin' loud Like f**k is you sayin'? Just for playin' I'll back out on Holmz (homes) like a Barbie house You gon' stop me how? I'll be amazed Back up, give me a little space, man (Spaceman) I won the VMA's Squeeze the K Run up on an alien and [?] release it, like the CIA He a fake Don't even bring a mistake out Holmz (stakeout homes) I've been waitin' on you I may extort you You ain't that smart, I know you think (thank) God, I've been praying (preying) on you Bang this on you The .9 fly, he ain't even see this comin' He had his locks in his face, I caught him from the blond (blind) side You all die (dye) Do not try me I'm about to put a n***a in the morgue and (Morgan) that's God; like Bruce Almighty Violent Hawk a n***a down Lace you, lake you, put you in the water 'til you found Turn your body to bait (debate) If I took this .30 to one (2-1) you know he probably took a round Put you down Coffin drop You all get shot Give your whole family the business Startin' with your mom and pop N***a stop Actin' like you the only one who sold zones Hold on The big bad wolf I really had bricks, sticks and blow Holmz (homes) Amphetamines, soft white If you sniffin' somethin', it the number Basically, I can make the sell Holmz (homes) if they fix an (fixer) upper Whole clique was hustlin' Trappin', robbin', active, slidin' All the juvenile time that we spent, it was a whole lot of prime a teen missed (Primatene mist) like an asthma problem in the streets with the gangstas You rap a lot of good sh*t but we don't believe in what you sayin' I'll squeeze I ain't playin' Dome shot, light up the skull on Holmz (homes) like Halloween decorations Your death is waitin' And you'll get clapped first to make the match worse I'll off him, really "dog" him if "God" give me back words (backwards) You should've checked the stats first I'm mo' polished, I'm 'bout to do you dirty Holmz (homes) Curtain closed Show stopper Tryin' to prove yo' talent against me? Bro wildin' It's always gon' end in a negative result You don't got it On Insane, you can't keep it real yourself Suicide...
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