Paroles Hollow Da Don vs. Rum Nitty par URLtv

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]