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Rum Nitty vs. Drugz (Rematch)
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I was just up in my room, goin' over these same rounds Like, "This the last time I'm doin' this sh*t. It's gettin' kinda lame now." Knowin' I was gonna smoke Drugz, again, soon as I came down Lay it down This who you had killin' me? This n***a weak So I don't wanna hear sh*t after I O.D. on Drugz Not even a Lil' Peep Before we compete, I wish you the worst worst I hope ya family member get murked first I hope ya granny get her church burnt I'm talkin' right around the same day as the event; like a Twork verse Disrespect I got rounds for you and the n***a next My vision's set If this would've been in Texas, at the finals, for the bigger check I would've washed Drugz in Houston like Whitney death Get upset Ruger lift, you'll get hit I'll put a hole in Mr. Adidas A shell tore (toe) right through his sh*t Dome splatter No team, I'm alone packin' Just me, by myself Drugz, I support my own habit The pole clapped him I ain't want to, but the b*t*h tried it Then I got indicted Rum, caught a 3rd degree on Drugz like Rich' Pryor I've been fire The first time I took Drugz, I ain't play no games; I'm Len Bias You shouldn't have tried it I'm leavin' with that bag of cash But they sleep For some reason they say I can't pull it off like a mattress pad Action packed Take this battle at you're risk, bird b*t*h Firm grip Put 15 in the DMV, I need my driver's permit Burn sh*t If the last n***a Sig' (cig') than so can (soak in) Drugz; that's a sherm stick Wordsmith But all I got for Yusef is the blazer; like nerd chick You earned it If you just used your own style, you can't go wrong But you wanna get up here with the Twork voice and change yo' tone I'll pull a blade on holmes, throat slit Now that deep voice? Over, like James Earl Jones It's on, the MAC scream Flash beam You couldn't take Rum to war in a canteen When it comes to stars on this rap scene You're barely even considered Drugz; like caffeine That's a bad thing Tragic, when they put together a list of top rappers, they do not say Drugz name For nothin', like Samson You n***as backwards {Smack calls time} "Cause I'ma keep it G real I don't f**k wit' you cuz You disrespectin' me You disrespectin' my hood by tellin' me, take off my flag, ask me how gangsta I was You lucky I was bein' cool on that day I said I didn't have time I got time today cuz" Nah, on some real sh*t, y'all ever seen a bully beat up a n***a with heart? Like, no matter how hard the n***a fight, he still whipped the n***a And nobody really surprised by it It's kinda like he did it for sh*ts and giggles But that same n***a bring his brother back to come and fix the n***a Similar situation Cause I lost and brought back a different n***a A lethal one I saw the polls, they said, "The n***a with the Adidas done" But for 100K I won't stop until the deed is done You think the results of our last bout gon' make me flee and run? After I taught Yoshi about Bitcoin Y'all ain't think I'd come back and ether Rum (Etherum)? I bring a gun, and some drama through I don't care if you Crip, I'ma bomb on you .4-5 in front of 6, it's chronological Honda Coupe, filled with 'matic clips Talkin' crazy, I'm going on a road trip to handle it I pull up, they was all outside, I start blamming sh*t I took care of the whole Fourth Quarter in one drive, it's clock management I ain't havin' it I'm fired up, I'll get all you silly E.F.B. Crips lined up n***a Geechi talkin' 'bout "f**k that clock" {gun clicks} 'til the time's up .9 buck You be wildin' Akhi, pump yo' breaks Or grip on the side of Rum, that's a Kawasaki Don't try and stop me I'ma up it and blast, you'll get tortured for the drugs, just put the stuff in the bag You not a king, give me the snow or I'ma take you where the dungeon is crab I'm so f**kin' mad Like, how could I lose to him? Why the f**k would I give this fool a win? But they say, "God works in mysterious ways." That's something I truly belie- I know to be true within So, even though I took the backlash, Nitty gettin' hit with the whip Eer-, I knew I was gonna run into you again That late prep, my own legacy, I was ruinin' Something I will never ever do again The fans at home that was rootin'? I was screwin' them That's not how you hold it down But I swear to God for me and mines I'm focused now And I'm outside for 100 bands like Rolling Loud It's goin' down Your future lookin' grim f**k this Crip, ruin ya face like Lil' Kim I've gotta kill him That last L was unsettling So you gonna have to keep up if you trying to catch a second win(d) Honestly, I don't give a f**k who is mad Talkin' 'bout a robbery I came in punchin' Y'all tried to do me Superbad I feel disrespected Like I ain't a living legend But I've been an idol (idle) in the game so long, they tryin' to disconnect me Apply pressure, you gon' die reckless Stretch him, run up on Blood and Air Max (MAC's) like Nas X's Do not test him After six bars they knew it was death Drugz will be finished before I get to 12 like Juice on a jet Two to the head, don't make me do it They don't know what battler he is, cause his face too ruined They can't tell if he's Ill, or if it's Drugz, like a JC rumor Now I ain't tryin' to hate fam', that's what they said Plus, if I win this money I'ma break bread Spray lead, a shot tossed Get knocked, when I let 'em out the nose of the TEC, Drugz (detect) like a cop dog Get tossed in a low, shallow grave in a hole out of state I don't even remember where your carcass lay I lost Yusef (use of) body and don't feel no type of way Try and play You not that crazy, Drugz will get drugged inside this b*t*h, like a crack baby I've been wanting to snap lately Square business You come over here trippin', and Roy'll (royal) family gettin' somebody heir dented I get to wiggin' Snatch his chains if they hittin' 'Til my n***as trip him Take everything that was wore (war) on Drugz like Richard Nixon Lift and click it A shot release, lift you off ya feet properly You'll see the iron leveling (level in) Blood like phlebotomy Try and see I'm at ya front do' uppin' the chopper Test me, I'll put one through Drugz screen and somebody drop him I be havin' room rockers They say, "Cuz sh*t clever." But after that n***a Moon rocked you, we seen the hardest Drugz flip ever It's levels What's crackin' 5? Clap the .9 I took the life of Drugz like trap or die And really had packs to grind I was tryin' to get on, with only three ounces, that's travel size No cappin' mine I know how to get it, fix dope in the kitchen Whip it, 'til it turn hard, that's no power steering They wanna know how I'm livin' Get up here and talk pain and compare they past wit' me My n***a, my sh*t empty, I don't think I can ever have feelings (filling) My junior, was in his dead mama's stomach with low oxygen for 17 minutes How I'm supposed to breathe when the air (heir) to my throne barely had any? f**k yo' opinion {Smack calls time} Yo, ever since you came over here from King Of The Dot, it's been rapid progression It's like, you became a crowd favorite in a matter of seconds Take two weeks ago for example, how the fans just protect him Yo bro you number one on the App? Damn, that's a blessin' I ain't gon' lie, I'm f**kin' 2-10...sh*t is kinda sad and depressin' But based off them stats alone that just lets me know, I gotta leave a lasting (a last in) impression So let me ask you a question How you even get that spot when you f**k up every chance to become a GOAT you got? Ass vs. Reed Emotional vs. Twork Emotional vs. Roc Choke vs. Shine Choke vs. John Choke vs. Surf Choke vs. Top You think that's how you become a legend? No it's not Bro just stop That old Rum, you nothin' like We all saw what happened last week, it wasn't right I don't care if you won, he wasn't supposed to put up a fight I would've had a pimp in distress (this dress) like Money Mike Everything you've been writin' lately has been f**kin' light Food in fact You don't do well against n***as of ya caliber that's a proven fact Every time y'all book him for a legend or a top tier he choke or lose the match You only did good rappin' wit' Iron, but we used to that! You gotta change the way you movin' scrap The fans done had enough No wonder this n***a was comin' down with somethin' He wasn't ready to level up Every time you had a chance to up ya status you f**ked it up I was there vs. Top, I was there vs. Shine Those battles were on their way to being incredible And here you go, f**kin' up a classic like Belly 2 Yeah, you mad at everybody in the game cause all the other top tiers ahead of you Sad but true Cause it's not like bro don't be wildin' It's just that, bro don't be stylin' We want somethin' from you other than violence Wake up and find yaself insane like Shutter Island There's no denyin' Ten years ago when you was on Grind Time you did it better Back then you was young, hungry and f**kin' clever Now you complacent, it's like you throw this sh*t together And here I thought with age Rum was 'pose to get better You don't switch it up ever "It's Mr. Gun Line King. A punchline is all I need." Listen, with that type of pride it's gonna get this fool gone Cause you ain't really had one of them electric Nitty moments in a while The fans ready to move on Pay attention Every battle rapper labeled as a "puncher" career never last too long I know you don't see it, but you 'bout four battles away from bein' Nuborn Stop whatchu doin' Alright bet You is 'bout to get ya ass kicked now Soon as you got off the plane you knew this was a bad trip They should've told yo' ass, "Sit down" But n***as cap so much they shouldn't be allowed to battle Yellin' 'bout how they 30'd blue- n***a don't even raise your volume (Valium) at me If I up the piece I'm down to clap it Ridin' around tryin' to locate Drugz 'til I found the Addy I wrote these bars on a tablet Get popped, now Drugz at the doc(k) like the Port of Miami This come in handy Run up on me? I'ma up it Buck and a piece, trust it I'll leave you covered up under a sheet, I brung out the heat Only fo' left and the judge, I'ma let one of 'em free On Crip street I might kill him Martin and Eddie at the baseball game, it's Life endin' Knife in him I might twist it, lights dimmin', die p*ssin' Takin' me is a risk (wrist) Smack, like white privilege Try trippin', you get a knife to the gut I'ma shank him Hit his spleen, you gon' feel it sting, then it's a Drug operation He not gon' make it He a goner His chest protected? Squeeze it on him Blood vest'll (vessel) get popped, like a hematoma This sh*t over You're dyin', I could've brought the worst lines It's the second battle, and Drugz hit harder the first time Burst .9's Grab and shoot, let the 'matic loose Silencer go th- th- th- th- sound like Battle Truth Make a move I'ma hit the trunk if ya clique try fightin' I slid right by 'em Got to the .45 and lost my cool like a midlife crisis If I trip, fam' you gon' through it They put him out here, to see if he can survive Or fend (orphan) for his self, and he (Annie) couldn't do it Prove it You can't keep usin' Twork's fame to build yo' image You gotta get yo' name on yo' own Drugz, like a pill prescription My n***a, you gotta hop off Jersey Wherever that n***a go, you be all on jersey I'm convinced, if he move to Orlando, you will follow jersey (Jerzey) Thirsty But I can't lie now, you got buzz You hot cuz But I remember when you was new on Smack and was askin' to smoke Roc(k) You was tryin' too hard Drugz Catch a slug, toolie dumpin' Shoot his brother, but hit 5 three times first, like a movie number We cool, but this some crucial money so that makes all y'all "Food Near Me"; like I Google somethin' Ruin somethin' The outcome will be tragic, take your roof off Drugz They literally tryin' to recover an addict (attic) I ain't always have it {Smack calls time} ...playin' on your X-Box Remember that sh*t used to have me mad as f**k bruh You come home from a long day of school, maybe basketball practice Open your door, they just have it the f**k up Then it's always your little brother that's trash Who think it's funny when he lose and laugh And you be ready to snuff bruh For some reason it reminds me of how Hollow was disrespecting you online all week and you ain't speak up once You gotta stop lettin' n***as play witcha name if you don't want your stats all f**ked up You really that dumb bruh? As smart as you are in ya raps you throwin' me off You really are like a little brother cause you think you in the game, but you don't realize your control(ers) is off I'm so focused dawg That's cause at first the fans wasn't sure of me Now they know I need that 100K and what I need it for, they've been acting accordingly Cause you can make that prize money in four or five battles Cornell You don't need it more than me So don't make me get disorderly Smack, if they don't say I won n***a, I'm comin' back to N.O.M.E. and robbin' who do Is that what you want n***a? You really think in my current situation, I can go home with nothin'? f**k is you dumb n***a? I am not leavin' here empty handed {gun c*cks}, it's gonna be a gun in it And it was Rum's blicker f**k n***a Pistol whip you, with your sh*t, that's what I'ma do 'Til Cuzz Webb cartridge break and he can't swing, like Spider-Man 2 I feel like a fool Cause thinkin' back, how did I lose to you ever? It's because I took the battle last minute, but that's what happen when you move for the cheddar But if you think I really came in here to let you beat me again Nitty, dude you've been setup Cause you had 'em lookin' at Drugz on the small scale, now I'ma take it to a different measure Get yo' sh*t together Cause lately you've been trash friend Real sloppy I mean all them gun punches is past tense, we passed it I'm just lettin' you know how the fans feel ahki All you do is let it buck like a stag Nit', that's why you stagnate I'm just keepin' it real witchu ahki You gonna be back workin' at Wal-Mart in no time The fans gonna be like, "What's the deal papi?" You used to be the man, but I don't feel sorry Cause even though you'se a has-been {gun clicks} I still got it Steel poppin' You don' let Smack line you Cut you up in pieces, they won't be able to find you Then spread you all over Web(b), you gon' viral If you've got any ounces of 'vival, it's gon' take two surgeries, the docs gon' have to saw somethin' I'm talkin' twice removed, for the fourth cousin {Smack calls time}
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