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Cortez vs. Rum Nitty (Rematch)
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I'm only here to do Rum dirty, tuck birdy, drum sturdy Lunch break: one, 30 (1:30) If I lose tonight then I'm tyin' the judges, it's a hung jury I'm violatin', nah, I won't leave no space You fool them with this Pacino face, but in ya heart we see Nino traits I don't believe that he sold weight Why? Cause you got Cort' (court) after Drugz? That means you about to fold, this a RICO case Me no play today, see he no safe See I O.D. 'til I see you D.O.A So start respectin' me Boy, that first battle? You was talkin' recklessly You won't be caught (beat Cort') twice Tonight? It's double Jeopardy The .45? Baow! Trajectory It specialize at making Crips walk with an accessory So f**k that 100K, respectfully, this 'bout legacy Y'all asked for the T, so I'm steam, lettin' the lemon squeeze Boy, the only blue faces I respect, are dead to me Machete, slash his memory Good for one hack, like Patrick Beverly Boy, I had to play it calm Bullets go behind ya back like we breakin' bonds I turn up and blast it in his head like his favorite song I've been catchin' bodies, y'all should catch the priors After that Eazy battle they said, "'Tez retire." I had an off season And came back like J. Cole with goals to leave the 'net on fire That's how you torch foes There'll be yellow tape at your crossroads White chalk, dark souls Black TEC's, dark mode Boy, I will smoke ya ashes to charcoal, that's how you earned (urned) death Burst TEC's, burnt flesh Trigger finger quicker than an A.I. first step {Chokes} What the f**k? I'm chokin', it's a crazy session Nah I'm bullsh*ttin', that's just my Casey impression I told n***as- {Cortez ends the round on himself} I can't miss I'm like Above The Rim when it comes to a name flip And that's just something I live and die by Cort' (court) like my name's Flip Dangerous, we don't play I keep a razor that'll eat ya face From ear to ear his cheek's fileted I left Cort' (court) with a smile, cause my brother just beat the Case' Every other Saturday, you've been cookin' fam' But I knew as soon as I got to (w)rap in ya face, that'll be the weekend (Weeknd) that start lookin' bad Pull a mag', shoot you wit' it Barrel in his mouth, give him a moon roof ceiling And blew his teeth clean out, like a Nunu visit You think I'm trollin'? Bang it on him Nina lickin', leave him crippled the way I'm finna make this Rican sitter think it over I think it's over That 100K, will go from motivation to a motive 30 popped him, no medics, just the Caffeine workers workin' on him Applyin' pressure, inserting cotton Bringing out the first aids on Cort' (court) like Irving Johnson You heard me patna? I'm real focused, fillin' bullets to the top, tryin' to see what the mil' holdin' I just smoked Drugz, steel (still) loaded I ain't tryin' to kill no one I'm a family man, I don't think I'm 'Pac But I'll squeeze a Glock to make it back to my kids, I'm the only thing they got Then he heard a single pop This ain't the best look That dyke hoe that said you was better, will get her head whooped I should've knocked yo' gay ass out Fit' (outfit) before I got to Cort' (court) like Westbrook TEC cook Get shot for real, got him killed Now he can't even see his seeds grow Smack, f**k how papi feel (poppi field) Dig a hole, you're gone now Pole across yo' scalp See it splat when the Rican crack like a dope house You 'bout to get all type of bad You won't see no kinda bag What's another words for "tournament"? A "tourny" (attorney) and Cort' (court) don't stand a fightin' chance I'm finna smoke dawg, I told y'all You know what'll really make this body over the top? If I up the pole Vault (pole-vault) No talk .50 Cal', bullets whizzin' out goin' "Zoom, Zoom, Zoom" That's all Cort' (court) hearin' now You for real a clown Aye you like puttin' yo' hands on women? I should clap you up And let that b*t*h kick back, like J. Lo 'til you had enough {Smack calls time} Aye f**k that first battle and f**k that first round Now I'm talkin' spicy, I'm more seasoned in the kitchen Sofrito drippin' Wait, I heard that y'all be Crippin' When since Cort' on blue (cordon bleu) this time, I'm cookin' different for the chicken Glock clickin', pot whippin', .30 will bang Look stupid, bird in the brain Rum spilled on the carpet, that's a permanent stain Ayo, matter of fact, hold on, they sayin' that the cops here? We don't give a f**k about that sh*t Boy if you there, we gon' pop there {stumbles} Boy if you there, we gon' pop there I chop 'em up, sell him limbs on black market, that's a profit share f**k the Mexican talk too, caught somethin' bigger than taco here And when the stock drop you'll do more than drop tier What's poppin'? Yeah! I told these n***a, "I don't wanna battle." I sold guns from Cali to Queens n***a, these hollows gonna travel Baow, and now you gargle on a capsule You went from the top of the app Nitty, to the bottom of my barrel I blast a Hawk Rewatchin' Nitty ass get chalked They'll be no future in you, those are my after thoughts You don't ring bells, you never made it past the porch In my hood? Ain't no gold medals but every other day I had to past the torch So I keep a lil' piece Will squeeze if I have to hear a Lil' Peep Drill piece, steal his car; Lil' Reese It's lit bro, that 100 round drum, let a clip go I'll put the whole stock in his Crip tho (crypto) It's currency Nitty, and I heard about the cash you makin' In his crib, no mask, I'm vaccinated Pistol whip, head crack, crack ya brain in You'll run down Cort' (court)? Leave his basket hangin' Team Homi, oh that's your defense slime? Swave sent the drop, I know where to catch slime Stretch .9 You don't get it, Magneto helmet, I'm made to protect mines (minds) Look Rum, random bars won't work, respect mines When you talkin' to the plug, we need direct lines I'm blazin' the lead That f**kin' 100K's the only thing that plays in my head It's bodega, it's only right this cat gettin' laid over bread I was fed, y'all disrespected, now I'm catchin' a fury Cause like a bag full of percies, I started handin' out 30's UM3, round 3, oh now y'all follow my journey? Once Smack signed off Cort' (court), showed the power of a tourney (attorney) I'm bangin' early, yeah it's a tragic thing if I clap the thing, the 'matic ring First a Blood, now a Crip, they crown this Latin, King I'll white flag ya team, Nitty soul get levitated Once the casket close Nit' (knit) family; separated! I'm in ya hood, and I got metal to grip It's a clean 30, that's a gentleman's clip And it back Cort' (court) in Phoenix like Devin and Chris {Smack calls time} Aye real talk though my n***a Who be helpin' you write? Cause when you said that one line...I'm lyin', you ain't said nothin' that's nice This sh*t is over I'ma lift it on him, no mask Show up bare (bear) faced on Cort' (court) like the Grizzly's logo I'm on a mission solo, waitin' outside ya crib for you Cort'll get clipped, soon as he come out that b*t*h; umbilical Pop the trunk, you gonna get in too, there's plenty room Even that hoe (whole) Fit can go wit' Cortez, it's a d**kie suit You that n***a too But that Shotgun ain't got no respect for a legend {gun clicks} And this is Proof n***a move I need that 100, and ain't no Mission Impossible So my logic is, if you gotta eat then (Ethan) Hunt somethin' Who the f**k want it? I'll pull it out and stretch him, squeeze and buck Now the Rican's struck (reconstruct), now they tryin' to put you back together Replace part of your skull or you dead So you can imagine yo'self winnin' that money, but that place (plates) all in ya head Fam' done I'll hit him in the Cadillac truck, he can't run Drag him, big ass Escalator on Cort' (court) like And 1 And what?! You can try and punch wit' me, that's your choice But the skill gap is about here in (hearing) range, we on two different frequencies And I know that hurts (hertz) more War lord Literally, this sh*t is over Cort' (court), check the scoreboard After dawg get stretched, I'll take all the money and jewelry off his neck I left Cort' (court) in the street without a dime...like Delonte West On the set Aye, you better help ya homie this time Cause we came in this b*t*h with like eight .45's (8:45) But I'm finna show Cort the (quarter) .9 (9:00) You get outta line? Then this boy done Just give me his second half, I'm finna zip Cort' up And I get done shankin' Mr. Spanish, I'ma tell him "send your (senor) cut" Aye, I give a f**k if they show love to me when I do rappin' My n***a, we had to pull the plug on our own mama cause she was unresponsive I kept talkin', and that's the only time I needed a reaction That sh*t left me broken too Literally, broke in two She left $100,000 in life insurance but that couldn't close my wounds I ain't even want it! She died for us to get that money Now so will you! Load the tool, trip and you gon' die You from Brooklyn? You really from the Stuy' (stye)? But the pain is different in my eyes On God Ayo a .9 pop, brains everywhere when I pop I even got blood on the Rollie, you just died on my watch We slide ops, blast you In Brooklyn, we don't drive quarts, we drive past you I'm cravin' the case and we known for sliders like White Castle I told n***as, yo Smack, you don't about none of these n***as Cause you put 100K on the head of every one of these n***as I'll do the job, work for hire Easy fee, by myself, I scam alone, no PPP So go ahead and talk stupid, my dawg shooters, raw/ruthless Beanie Siegel, State Property, final scene; Cort' (court) shootin' I chalk students, I hate y'all, in my face God It's fake y'all, Jake Paul After this there won't be no more cap after this after we faceoff I hate y'all I'm made inside, I'm the Undertaker out the casket, I'm back alive Pistol whip, Louieville Slugger, crack ya mind And they will never look at you again once I bat an eye Told you n***a, that's facts Nitty all you do is clap MACs I'm different, off that Bacardi Rum we back caps Yeah boy, ya roof get splattered, then the tool I splatter 12 leave 'em dead, who the f**k said, "these Blue Lives Matter"? I sold a sh*t load of hammers, I put it all in the bricks The work literally cost me a grip I'm talkin' on yo' strip in yo' hood, I was trappin'/schemin' You had traps in AZ Nitty? I haven't seen it You was in the game 6? Well, before Jordan I was winnin' with packs in (Paxson) Phoenix And I peep it, the sneak sh*t Uh huh, I'm onto they ass You and Geechi? Y'all splittin'? Y'all goin' half? EMS pick 'em up when I split 'em, both in halves Word Aye! There's no half assin' or back trackin' Just clap at him Revolver hold six, but only three of the rounds blew (blue) like an App battle I'm that badder n***a you can't see? This the n***a you can't beat This is like the third time fire on Cort' (court) I'm on a 2K streak Elite I'm finna go on a run, I told you he done You'll get left I'll displace you Cortez, it can only be one If I go to the trunk, this b*t*h gon' learn, it's my word Grip it firm, hit up urn Bury the murder weapon Planting (plant in) the spring feel (Springfield) like Mr. Burns Kill confirmed I'll pull up on this man's set like, "Who want funk?" Dum dum in his shotgun like a crash test Leave fam' stretched We be wildin' and you not a problem like an abscess I'm past that, I don't gotta kill n***as For a couple racks they gon' deal wit' 'em I just pay 'em like a G M.O. (GMO), and that ain't even no real chicken Still spinnin', I let it air f**k a drive-by, I'll hop out the Cherokee on foot like the Trail Of Tears Let's be clear Before this was goin' down You knew you would lose before this was goin' down What's goin' down? You don't wanna live or you just gave it up? And became a donor now Load the cal' if dawg want it I'ma rob n***as like, "Give it all n***a." Or I pull a MAC's and force Cortez, I put the fear of God in him My n***a! This sh*t is a wrap All them plates you been gettin' from Smack And as we can see, Cor' done ate (coordinate) a lot, but this still ain't a match Facts! Me run out of punches, that's somethin' you won't ever see After all this time, I still be surprised at my gift, cause I never peaked (peeked) Let me eat .40 shoot near Unload the blue steel I give a f**k what you got under that tee ese (TSA), it's goin' through clear For real! Aye, I gotta keep workin' I can't lose Just like your government, I'm still out here earnin' (Ern' in) my name too Thang shoot, murk 'em bad Body in the furnace since you've been tryin' to reach Surf so bad Now we can finally see Ern' (urn) and ash You trash Just a n***a that I gotta drop Before they stop the clock, I gotta make sure every punch count; it's Com-U-Box And that's a lot You know I'll do you bad You can't catch a break? You either gon' have to change what you wrote or throw away the pad We can crash This ain't it Cortez You fat, sloppy, body b*t*h The fans say they miss fit (Ms. Fit) Cortez b*t*h
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