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[Round 1: Iron Solomon] You battled Charlie, in front the roughest crowd And he prepared for you by writing...nothing down For me, he wrote all three and made his grandmother proud Now that is just profound.... ...What you don't get it? You fuckin' clown I'm sayin' that the Clips that I bring to the ring actually come with rounds Still the streets been hatin', I heard all them lines befo' So when they rank us I expect to hear the Ave say, "Iron low" But y'all feel that man cold? Chill, are y'all really listenin'? I gotta vent, your fans blow, I blame it on their conditionin' Dude on the stage, jumpin' through hoops rockin' them fugazi J's Isn't sick enough to influence the game You not the real heir (Air) your soul (sole), show there's truth you're a fake You ain't authentic enough to step in the shoes of the great But those are actually new And I'm kinda matchin' you But mine are classics so I'm winnin' in this fashion, too! I'll snatch your shoes, stomp out half your crew With one on each foot to leave him black and blue And this is just for kicks cause Nitty don't ride dolo He be hoppin' crew to crew so who are you to try Solo'? I'm the wrong one, you're fluid, what you're doin' isn't smart Rum Special Olympics, Track & Field: this is stupid in the long run Get ig'nant and a couple dum-dums will leave your wig split Then I unload even more on (moron) whoever Nit' with (nitwit) Retarded! Yo, then I'm cuttin' limbs off of all of Rummy's friends Your circle will get smaller as it goes down: the fun'll end A couple twins, and I nicknamed them "Rum" and "Nit" 'Cause just when you think we all cool, they jump and click Line 'em up, thinkin' clips, shavin' Crips with the sharpest knives The razor dips in and out blue like you barbicide And wipe the blade clean 'cause it's time to change themes Swingin' bats at the top of every 4th like the Away team Turn your meatball to Ragu with the hot spaghetti Throw your noodle against the wall 'til it sticks: the pasta's ready! Nitty's lunch! Food? I ain't waitin' for my ribs to touch If my hunger givin' me stomach pains I'll shiv his gut This bird is gettin' stuffed like, "Thanks. Give it up" We call that "The Itis" If you eatin' good, you gettin' stuck! Well, fuck it I'll pay one of the young'uns to start the party off Leave you neckless for a rack like Mardi Gras If a band on my boy will buy you a bed at the morgue Paint the whole fuckin' room for a Benjamin more That's how we finna do You're believable too But I'm lyin', I don't got it on me and neither do you, Cornell You not built how you wanna believe With DNA strands cut from the cloth of a G He'll say he lick shots...but it ain't all that it seems If he gotta steam, the chrome is home 'cause it's not in his jeans Hold up, hold up, hold up He licks, I know you follow the theme but on top of that scheme I said "strand", "cut", "cloth" and then "jeans" I'm unraveling each thread, so y'all see who could weave best I got this bitch sewn, that's why he seems stressed I'll poke holes through him, put this needle in Nit' And then lace him with a bow that'll leave him in stitches We will (k)not tie! You can't undo the mind of the Jewish guy when you just tried to cross JC and got crucified So suicide or I'll do the job You can die in your own voice I'll let you decide that you get taken out, baby: I'm pro-choice [Round 1: Rum Nitty] Aye, we got Rum Nitty vers' this white bitch Aaron...a.k.a Iron Solomon Who thought of this? I should race the car up on your property speedin' Pull somethin' out the boot and cap little Iron; these Monopoly pieces I told him this the wrong move Gas chamber: they gon' be sayin' I smoked you in a small room In a whip with the biscuit Head shot...wavin' the five out the backseat like Kennedy did it And I don't gotta hire no help, you can check my priors Shit I'm known to let it fire myself, I ain't for play, don't try him Strays go flyin', I clap shit, pull out a Black Smith and let it bang on Iron I'll run you off the block Watch this G MC, make Iron hide, it ain't an Autobot I'll pop ya top and drop your body off Then I'm buryin' a white man like Monster's Ball I use to keep a piece, not keep the peace We was too off the chain in the field like Aqib Talib Rusty knife I tote, but this iron sharp and Iron get it like a Bible quote Leave a nigga leakin' for intervenin' While your people be penny-pinchin', mine nickel-squeezin' I kill him easy Been jonesin' to give a Jew L's on cam: I really mean it! I told my nigga J Nutty I would smoke you and I'm goin' to With a little .32 like Jones-Drew He turn his back, I lift it on him Then the tool kicks from the rear view like infant Jordans I'm a shooter first, Ruger work If I don't got the gun, I grab the fifth from my son like Jupiter Let me word it a lil' different I tell my son if he's taken from ours As soon as you see this Jew, put a Mercury tip in him Ain't nothin' changed up, drum on a big weapon Chris Webber: I'll pull this Tom out and fuck the game up Nigga, stop it, or the shit I got in store a- Have me planting bodies, Little Shop Of Horrors You can practice all you wanna, still get bodied, champ It's useless, you gon' train and then die, you Oscar Grant We can squab, but I'm not the one you want the fade from, I'm Sweeney Todd I tote for real, unload the steel Fuck boxin', a piece will air in Iron mouth like Holyfield Oh, you mad I'm in your face stylin'!? It gets much worse I pull a thang out and let it Buck first: Ray Allen Stay wildin', blade 'round him Get plugged 'cause this white bitch get outta pocket like Ace found it Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself Nigga, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide, kill yourself [Round 2: Iron Solomon] You told us you 99% gun bars, the other 1% is the slogans Bitch, we noticed! When Nitty pick a topic, that boy is focused No jokin', no schemes, no personals, no angles Lemme guess...you just gon' rap about the Iron the whole battle! Well, you should stop 'Cause whether I kill you or not If you can't fit somethin' else in the plot, you puttin' yourself in a box Respect this lesson I'm tryna learn you, don't second-guess it Or you will always be Number 2 when your pencil's tested If you take battles like Scantrons, where, every question You gotta fill your whole round up with lead just to get accepted?! Yo, all these extra gestures made you the Prince of the Gun Punches But the rule is, you can never be King with just one subject! So who said you was ready to join the ranks? Did Beasley fuel your drive? So, Eric, you're to thank! When he loses steam, it's on E...for gassin' this Quarter tanked! Slow your pace Give it a minute, man, you gon' blow the race You sell a bit of tickets, but ain't fuckin' with what a pro create! How long we wait for son to grow? While his style went from young to old Shit, when he came out...the motherfucker was so nine months ago! Now, a hundred and one other up-and-comers bumpin' they gums With a style they stole from Quantum, Con, or one of them bums Just bustin' they gun lines that been done and redone You know what they say...ain't nothing new under the S.O.N.S The scene is wild! These clowns doing musical theatre now You just wanna act like a gangster That's why you think you Nino Brown! That's how you picture yourself? So every bar's about image Where you either holdin' a stick, or an arm gets shot in it? How a movie character moves on camera, to Rum, is the realest That's why this film role you playing's a little underdeveloped Doing public dirt Stuff we don't even need to dig up to learn Like, in your Ave battle, you got paid...to wear a Loyalty Over Money shirt And wasn't you 4th Homi Bloque- See, that's the stuff that always boils me Paid to rep a clique you was never with That's literally money over loyalty! Yo, and Swave a real one He just tryna raise these children, pray they ain't reptilian But it's tough to try and spot where the snakes concealin' when they chameleons With Writer's Bloque, he got major billings But the type of guap he got paid was shillings So he DEADED them, thinking on Team Homi's side, he'd make a KILLING! Draw the line, boy! Who's the brotherhood you would really ride for? Folk you willing to pay that price for? The people you'd kill or you'd die for? Is you 4th Quarter, Blood, or Crip? You throwin' up the 6, but you 5'4" I'll send him to HELL or ANGELS, if he don't take my advice, LORD!!! And if the Latin Kings believed ya You would say you a fifth Boricua And be bangin' that black and yellow harder than Wiz Khalifa Fabricatin' your credibility by claimin' you gang-bang Sayin' you slang grams Type of lame that I can't stand! I didn't grow up sellin' coke, but I was raised as a 'caine fan Caught my first charge writin' my name with a spray can! So, even without the nickel, I'm the wrong one to meddle with First name Iron, but I am good in any element Tables with a podium, linoleum or Rust-Oleum You really with the shits!? The mode I'm in is Imodium! When y'all rewind, decode the lines flyin' over heads Left slower minds so divine, it's like they co-designed by God We got a open line My flow is wine So even if me and this 4th Quarter score is tied inside the building I am winning over time! Longevity, y'all won't ever see this war horse diminished Despite the scoreboard or cynics, I move forward toward the finish Never been a poor sport I stepped on your court to scrimmage With a buzzer-beater! You get one shot, and this 4th Quarter finished! [Round 2: Rum Nitty] Aye, the fans sayin' I ain't ready for this legend plate But why hesitate? 'Cause you'll miss 100% of the shots you never take So I'm fuckin' shit up No surprise, really I'm Lennox in Belly: y'all knew how I was cut from the jump I don't play with rappers! It's simple, if I draw, you lose, Iron: we donatin' plasma! A nigga will get stretched If this drum clap at your high hat and through your temple It be instrumental to your death! You gon' beat WHO!? We not for play Spinal shot, and a bullet from behind, it could fuck up your holiday I'm on my shit every time So you gon' make this a good match? You gotta pick better lines Thought I was just finna die? They gassed you And, to be frank, this bitch better hide! This how a nigga play If I need somethin' in my house, I run in Aaron's: I got bills to pay! Aye, you think these bars ain't finna beat you? Crazy how you callin' niggas "legends" when they just ordinary people This shit absurd! Nigga, I should let a .50 burst on MC Serch! You niggas make me sick Thinkin' Aaron can really hang with the pen: he not a Patriot You get props for tryin', but off the top, you dyin' You outta place I treat this like Laundry Day: you know...washin' Iron No arms and legs when I off the Wesson I only draw on a face: composite sketches Fuck a movie role! Nigga, you should know I carry in real life like The Truman Show Get bodied if you move Choppa on your roof I let the machine talk to Iron like J.A.R.V.I.S. in the suit! Every bar I'm gon' wig Nasty how you dyin' on the card: that's a Garbage Pail Kid! Aye, I should rob you, then your squad get robbed, too I'll air a Smith, take whatever Iron made, and rock groups Bullet hit his frame, then lift again And give Aaron a shot like I missed the rim Drop you instantly That shit'll drop you instantly You thinkin' it's a game? Then two will sit you down: The Documentary! Too many runnin' from Nitty Duckin' and dodgin' the coffin For the record, they tryna juke boxes like a club in the '50s Thinkin' he can see me? He wildin' BARS! Check how I snap on the card: EBT balance! You and I know, Ruger might blow The lead'll come out right before you die: that's a suicide note Bitch, you can't keep it real your- Kill yourself! [Round 3: Iron Solomon + Rum Nitty] Yo, I'm disgusted by the crutches that these suckas need to write Free Surf! (Free the Wave!) But if he the Reach God, then Rum is Reachus Christ Yo, there be so much reachin' when this guy composes prose He gotta write his fuckin' rhymes in the Heisman Trophy pose! Recitin' bars 'bout firearms, he'll paint the words with his hands Tryna convince us you catchin' bodies through some interpretive dance But Steams and them is the best at that You eatin' from what they team has done You bitin' pieces of the Cakes' style, and Beasley feeds you crumbs The bread they fed us heavyweights, Nitty never ate Your little paper on the back end...just a temporary plate That's how hunger happens You don't run your trap, but your gums is flappin' I'm at the bank, talkin' withdrawals without a Southern accent! Yo, I had this for-mula for moolah when you was just teethin' Been milkin' this game since Tity Boi was breast-feedin', baby! What, you been hot a year? Still ain't makin' a dollar here Probably wouldn't even recognize Smack without a beard You they property Ain't about to see a proper piece of the profit shared They pay you less than bottom-tier Nitty...you a volunteer! And signin' a contract's like gettin' high from a contact 'Cause...NOW you gonna have a hard time gettin' OFF SMACK! Well, I'm handin' out hits...so this the methadone clinic! You get beat so steady, you'd think a metronome did it! First, you get the 'bow: Riddick The left to go wit' it When I put lashes on your cheek, it ain't from Eskimo kisses! I could box with both fists, have every punch land Or just to prove a point to them, make this 3-0 with one hand To get props Pinky in the air while I sip scotch Middle finger through your round Nothin' you say in this ring pops! Yo, let's state the facts: Y'all might have to play this back But when you piece it all together, those the type of lines that created SMACK! YO! So, Glu', Joe, Mike, and Nunn Nunn can play they new roles But I was the first White to watch I made this HUE BLOW!!! AYO! I had Bookoo runs before you new-school bums Laid the blueprint for everything that you do, Rum Knew Smack and Beas' before I knew what YouTube was I could even explain in detail what NuNu does! (We wanna know! We wanna know!) And I was self-taught My education was intuition School of Hard Knocks, paid my own dues....and tuition I use my aggressive disposition to get to this position That L I took didn't end the mission, that was intermission I'm still player The truth is, Mook did me a real favor When he gave me that box...it made me a hell-raiser! Plus, I never been a grudge-holder, or an axe-grinder I never- AYO! Watch your mouth! (*scoffs*) Watch YO' mouth, nigga! Well, I never been a grudge-holder, or an axe-grinder I just passed by ya If you a roadblock, I'm a fast driver Even without no gas or a flat tire I'm that writer who could turn the whole map into flat-liners! On paper, I got pad after pad for you manginas Hittin' keys, a gig of these for you bitches like Quagmire When I slap, my last time on Smack White, it got Crab hyper Heard him talk like he had what it take to attack Iron But you DIED soon as the contract was signed, and the bag wired 'Cause it ain't work out how you planned, 'cause I'm back FIRE! [Round 3: Rum Nitty] Aye, y'all know I represent the set regardless Hella heartless! Crip this, Crip that...bangin' every line like I telemarket You way out your element You'll get the chrome, Iron I'm still not the one to meddle with! Them sub-par bars won't make it You need extra You gon' have to try angles together like the Star of David! I lift joints Two Desert Eagles, one up, one down...look like a six-point! You SEE this shit!? There's a good chance he'll die And what I got for Iron in the jeans increases it Buncha Rum flips, I'm TIRED of 'em! How long you gon' yell that Rum bull (rumble), like Michael Buffer!? Shells is bustin' Mask on...I fire the iron on Iron like I'm welding somethin'! We workin' with bangers! So if I catch a white face in the hood...you'll see about 36 chambers! You KNOW I'm gon' clap! I let it go, it caught Iron in the face: Home Alone trap! You could rap about how you lift the piece It's not enough, Iron They'll find your body with the fish in sea (deficiency) Said he had the Cal' out wildin' Lyin' 'bout how he let it fly...the Bow Wow Challenge! This .380 gon' spark him Either that, or I'm whippin' the 12: Players' Club party! Say it loud! This whole battle random But you watchin' Iron get smoked against The Animal: I'm cattle-brandin' If he TRY, he DYIN'! Get ya whole side ignited Just bought a Ladder 49: I'm a firefighter! Get your squad aired, weapon to dump Put seven in one, then they tryna give ya dawg years You niggas gossip like a bitch! You know the Claw Game machine? Well, keep playin' wit' the Quarter 'til there's a body on the grip! I SMASH dome in Hospital bed will be ya LAST moment Your vital signs will go from "Mr. Wavy" to Ave slogan! Aye, you know what? I don't PLAY like that! 'Cause it was lookin' like a "V-A", and now it's straight like that! You KNOW that he dyin'! Extendo hangin' out the nina: I'm 30'in' Iron! BITCH...you can't keep it real yourself Nigga, suicide, or I'll do the job, you decide Kill yourself!
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