CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Rum Nitty vs. Holmzie Da God
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...
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...
