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[Round 1: Rum Nitty] So this what the big stage look like, I'm happy to be here finally Bars got me here, they say, "You have to have more than that if you beating Charlie." I say, "Fuck that, cause if he slack it'll be a homi." And every nigga that Stand By Me traveled to see a body Let's get it poppin' I hope you took me serious or I'ma end Clips Fuck freestyling, he gon' have to rap for real to win clips Big shit, what I'm palming is a .50 Point blank, off his head...Monica Lewinsky Think I won't fill him up? With these hollows then you trippin' You'll be a fool, Clips, thinking that I won't pop it 'till it's empty They ask me, "Nitty, why you always rap about guns?" Cause I let 'em blow like that And I really had .45's in the coat like that You ain't creeping with the four's, you don't tote like that Miss Celie on the porch: you don't cutthroat like that Bet I can hit your main bitch, doggy-style for a hundred dollars Fuck her proper Make her lift the cakes up from behind like "Let's become the chopper" BRRRRRRR! But I'm so fuckin' mean with it I can bring that shit back and make a whole 'nother scheme with it Coppertop rotate out the barrel when I'm squeezing it I lift up and a round spin in your chest, like Steams did it! When you beat Rex, it got to your head my nigga You got overconfident, been lazy, start showing up extra unprepared I don't know if you just ain't give a fuck no more or if the feeling wasn't there But you fucked up in like 30 straight battles, the fans done had it up to here You like them niggas that made "Rump Shaker" Pause...you took Rex and affected your career But if niggas wanna shoot, it's whatever, then Let's begin, I hold the thing high... Light Clips, ESPN And get close, FN under your extra chin BOW He get the Hollow point, upward like he throwing L.O.M And I say fuck the haters, I got to ignore 'em Talking 'bout the stage big... I'll pull something big on the stage and have the wildest performance Lil' snub in a jim star ride with 'em on me That's the blade in the nose I go Rodman on 'em But niggas in my city they say beat you up You know leave you slumped That's why I brought down the 30 fo', let it ring on Charles That's exactly what Phoenix want You know the game hater, I keep one tucked Fuck a straight razor, think Jada He'll get a bald head before he sees a cut What up? Or I swoop through, .2-2's bustin' 'em Trying to stop Clips with a round in the middle like Youtube buffering Bow! You went from Lux, to Hollow, to me: nice fuck-up How you expect your career to take flight, when you don't write, brother? Shout out to niggas actually writing, cause this 'bout who raps the nicest Fuck your views, them numbers can turn into casket prices Shotgun out, your family dying Soon as this 12 racks back like Danny tried it My last two ran through, you saw that shit But it's easier Bootleg at the theater: I'll walk through Clips Real shit, you can't keep it real yourself Nigga, suicide, or I'll do the job, you decide (Kill yourself) [Round 1: Charlie Clips] You wanna spit all punches tonight in a small room, no filler fine Do me a favor stop stealing, cause that whole Wallace shit was Chilla line And you brought how I battled Lux How I went from Lux to Rex to Hollow fine Once again stop stealing, that Wright Brother was Hollow line Now I'ma bar every peace of blood outta this Crip nigga As you can see Nitty it's already over slime Everyday I get asked am I NWX, no it's just in my DNA for me to over shine (K Shine) I'ma cancel Nitty life if he play with the clock, but Rain check and make sure that this nigga don't over rhyme Hey your squad named "4th Quarter" right? Good, you know better that play with me and go overtime Now word is Nitty gonna kill Clips, cool once again I have to remind you For the record I don't play, it's a scratch in the vinyl Niggas like Nitty love frontin' until it's two bullet attacking his spinal And this Smith come out the shirt more that JR after the finals I grab Nitty by his collar he holla "You got the wrong man" Tell him we on real nigga time, then clock him with the long hand Pull the deuce deuce out, then put it back I had the wrong plan I forget he from Arizona, it's only right you get the long can' But I don't need a gun, if a blade on deck you'll get the neck shaved If I need a gun, screenshot I keep a TEC (text) saved Hit your head, your wig doin' 360 but don't expect waves Ironic how I left his top steamin' with two 9's, but ain't that Chess age? Hold up y'all know what? I'm so mothafuhin' mean with it Let's bring that all Steams thing back and do a whole 'nother scheme with it See you tried to use Steams and Chess but my nigga we go hard, you can tell what it's like when we really schemin' Like I have your girl on her chest with her cakes up, oh now he really steamin' Double Impact we taggin' this bitch now, she really screamin' Basically I fucked your fox cause you was throwing up 4th Quarter like you Willie Beamen Fuck your squad, this 4th Quarter? Well, these the niggas that i'm tryna murk Look at you throwing up 4th Quarter, you wanna iron shit out, that's until the iron squirt I don't give a fuck about none of your niggas, as far as I'm concerned they can all lie in dirt Hey Jaz, ain't we in July? So what's wrong with showin' the 4th how the fire works? But I don't need a gun, once again this is a reminder This'll lay you out and this one here's the recliner Basically they hook the same, this Future and this Desiigner Y'all know why I'm mad ? A bitch I fuck with gon' tell me "You gotta watch Nitty" that nigga troublesome She watched me drink Henny straight and then she thinks I'ma fail with Rum That bitch double dumb I'm telling you now stay in your lane lil' nigga or you gon' find out where these bullets coming from And your girl gon' drink Henny straight cause after this she won't fuck with Rum [Round 2: Rum Nitty] Didn't Magic already put you in a bag ? Look at his face stop he lyin' Actin' like he ain't zip 'em up like Tay Roc Fuck a leg shot I make sure this hit face I gave the pussy eight in the front; Cardi B mixtape But if I really shoot, they hittin' stations, then it get the singin' They hit the station Shit change when clips pop...they giving statements Watch your mouth, niggas get zipped up over they tongues that's Gary Payton's But Roc and Tsu is hidin', guess they ain't suicidal Well Ali is how I'll leave you, for duckin' war I come remove the titles Charlie get the runnin' off of me, then this toolie light 'em Soon as he dip, it air on his back like he's scuba diving You use four bar setups, just for one punch Me I can flip out with two bars, I ain't wasting none Chuck (nun chuck) Gun tucked, wherever I catch you you murdered at Unload, reload give you a extra Hollow round; that's a dirty batch but fuck that I see a lot of niggas hatin' like I ain't deserving Clips Like I ain't been snatching my respect and really earn this shit But you looking for a nigga to take me out, stop searching it Cause I done put in work since the birth Mark, my spot permanent I swerve the strip, tryna bag somethin' Take your last 100$, Birdman Picking up this AR for your Cash Money Tell your man run it, 'fore I bust a move Lil' deuce deuce ... Kevin Gates, it's coming from the boots that's what I do Gun line buck the tool, Chuck's getting laced up by a west coast nigga it's nothing new Fuck is you? I'm down for wig splittin' Extended mag throw the big clip in, wet somethin' Soon as you step brother, that shit lickin' Ride up, bring out the strap, this bitch dippin' Spine shot, it Steams in the back (IT'S DIFFERENT!!) Bitch nigga, don't make me run down with the heat Dumb rounds in a piece And if the money you make's a lot, I let it bow on the east Throwing 7 6, 2's out, 1 round will leave you sleep One hit from this K'll rest one (KRS one), that's the Sound Of The Police But everything you say, basic, plain it ain't the same how you pound spit It sounds Slick; Dana Dane I rep my side to death but they know tho' NBA logo...I symbolize the West This shit going through your vest, get murdered still Something ugly kicks...Under Armor, he got the Curry deal Or get embarrassed, then cap sideways TIP Harris I ride around with the chilaka on me, Big Terrence Who Clips scarring? Baby nina come off the hip airin' Baby nine, hit you dead in the stomach that's a miscarriage But let me find out them niggas holdin' for real Got little cocoa for sell But just know, in the end I'm robbing Knicks I Got A Story To Tell Bitch, I already told 'em 99% is gun bars The other one is the slogan, kill yourself !! [Round 2: Charlie Clips] So you man Steams wanna jump in on the bar for you huh? Cool that's nice Let Steams know that he'll get left, that's right Infrared beam on top of gun that's bright Tay Roc whoa whoa calm down, you tryna disrespect my round? Let me kill him by myself, you know we don't heckle 'round I don't need nobody to jump in for Nitty See you need a nigga that jump in for you that need a new tactic See the problem with you is you punchline, punchline, punchline, that's cool you can create a few classics But it's a certain battle rapper dick you suckin', oh yeah just like a true faggot Think stupid, Frank Lucas, you came in the game and blew (Blue) Magic You a waste, damn Stealin' Magic's style... get off my face fam' You ballin' with other niggas power, back up I don't like my Space Jam-med You've been watching 'em since a rookie and I can understand that Magic's awesome But won't get awarded for stealin' his style, most you'll get is a Cookie for ridin' Magic's Johnson And that's if that goes that way, I knew you would go like this I did that on purpose and made that bar light coward So you tried to block my shine to protect Magic, you Dwight Howard So why don't you get your own style back lil' nigga? And why don't you get out your zone? Why don't you grow up and be a man and try to fuckin' live on your own? See the problem with you is, you always rappin' like you're getting at a full clip When I talk, niggas listen this ain't a stage this is my pulpit The cops arrest me, with some assault cause the MAC made 'em do a full flip You think the Heat will be with you forever? Ask Wade about that Bullshit I freestyle off the fuckin' top that's why you're smiling Smack But don't smile I'm not your friend dummy You wanna freestyle go head and try it, fuck up I'll tell you to try again dummy And if you can freestyle I give $500, what's your Paypal? I even send money See how I pulled his card? I new you couldn't freestyle, you not Jin, Rummy And a "Ooh" is the only thing you get for me? I'm on my shit dummy But real talk, a lot of shit is going on in the hood and they say we don't know how to act people I don't mean to take this part of my rhyme and talk but I gotta speak to my black people A lot of niggas in this world, the cops out here killin' people Cause we shooting people like we Cupid We fall in love with the gun, we gotta stop killin' our people this shit is stupid They wanna fuckin' lock us up for rappin' because we always talk 'bout trappin' They always talkin' about the options, niggas killing people just cause they lackin' And as a fuckin' black leader in this world Smack you can no longer let this happen, Bow!! I lied about that speech, that shit was just a distraction To get close Nitty, I'll put Rum in the air raise the toast Nitty What you live in Phoenix, I travel coast to coast that's just to ghost Nitty I got one job, and that's to put the pump in his eye now I don't gotta work My duty free cause I put Rum in the sky What? Y'all ain't fuckin' wit I? Okay time [Round 3: Rum Nitty] It's like 70% freestyles when this nigga spittin' And he do it every time like niggas won't recognize if it was written A whole clips extended Now really pimpin' if you ain't got 30 in your Rocket how can he (Kenny) smith 'em? You let niggas disrespect yo' punk ass daddy and you ain't smoke shit No matter how many rounds you don't have, you still a hoe (whole) Clip I'm old-school, I was raised to box: that's a forklift Flavor Of Love...this pump can spit on this New York bitch! War shit, they all can get it when I roll up And anyone tryin' to guard clip'll get a low cut I'm looking for a homi Louisville bat you mouth on stage like you Ozzy A spine shot, loose the feeling in your legs when a pop him Think piggy bank, cents (since) it went through the back, you'll feel a change in your body You copy? DNA run up, you'll see a nine flare Head shot, from out the bubble jacket left his mind clear Tell that nigga, keep his mouth closed while you spit bars Or gun butt, bust a hype man like Spliff Star Hey this ain't 'bout who got the bigger name Cause a pull a 30 shot Give you half the mop, it'll fuck up your lil' fame You used to flame shit, back in the days but then you changed Clip Now you like Hitman versus Cortez, your 3 rounds ain't the same clip Get stumped out, I ACGs split you Make these remix you What you like 45 Clip? These ACPs fit you A .38 with a inf' on it, take these beams with you I set a light on his roof, the tray TV Dish you Official, middle of New York I'm tryna murder you, dirty 30 you Blake Griffin cause even in LA Clip'll get a 30 too You gon' murder who? Let something long blaze you Lay you down with a round on your face, that' a massage table They say, "Go kill 'em" so it's Do Or Die with the Po' Pimpin' Nunu Nellz, I'm mid stage with the chrome wiggin' The snub dome split 'em Then get rid of the piece...Egyptian Sphinx, the nose missing Or make me bring the blade out Run across your neck with the machete...spraying DNA out Get laid out, soon as he start spittin'... I buck the nina And in the trunk that's where this Busta turn up after four bars... that's the "Touch It Remix" But you don't go hard like that You watched Math get jump in Cali, cause you's a broad like that I wish one of my niggas would freeze up while we all fight back Then we would see each other in the backyard like that Kill yourself [Round 3: Charlie Clips] I knew playin' around in the 2nd, would have everybody doubting me Your squad all hyped, I knew they would go for it Bet you right now they all on Instagram or Twitter like "Hey Clips with that bullshit oh he's gonna choke" But here's the funny part, your squad got hyped and I understand if they want a hope for hope But Ali just died and he just fell for the rope a dope Now wussup Rum? I see they gave Sir Charles a PG from outta Phoenix Yea Smack and Beasley knew you would make a hell of a Sun Ironic how I gotta use my third to subtract a nigga from the 4th oh this round gon' be a negative one See I think you got the potential to be that nigga... Nigga I just think the decision you make is dumb Outta all that hard liquor they got over there, you think the toughest was rum? My nigga rum is a distilled alcoholic beverage made with sugarcane, juice and molasses If you drink rum and say "Oh my chest burn", no other thing to talk about you a faggot Now I don't know what you read Rum but if you don't think this a murder, you got it backwards AA meeting, the way I'ma drop Rum in front of y'all... it's gon' be classic Let's talk about it, what makes you think that Rum is a good leader? What makes you think this nigga is a hard member? When you think of Clips, you think of bullets flying in the venue, gettin' niggas on this card injured When I think of Rum... I think of Pina colada, pineapple juice, a lot of ice inside a large blender It's ironic how they got me in the club serving Rum but when you rap I think your bars tender Let's talk about it, get rid of Rum, I like the second half of your name tho' cause I fuck with Nitty But the name Rum, make me wanna be mad and drunk and do something silly Like lay you in your own puddle of blood until it's brown after I dump the semi By time the cops walked up they ain't know if it was rum or a cup of Henny What we talkin' 'bout? Ask around, my Bill Collector voice nigga I got the burner You know I got the burner, my nigga from BK brought the Whopper it's not a burger Snuck the meanest ratchet inside the club I got the models nervous If I buck it and put Rum on ice is that bottle service? Aight you ain't fuckin' with that, let me switch it up... let me get on my Spanish shit how I use it papa I use the chacha, the shit kickback make you do the cucarracha In my Big T voice before I use it Smack can I use the chopper? Cause it's gon' get Rum everywhere, you'll might get sued by Exclusive vodka I'm back on it Listen you ain't safe Rum, I'll fill my whole bar up with Henny and then erase Rum This nigga soft, I don't care if your man get his head cracked or if you tripped or where your ace from All I know is I'll run up on Nitty and he'll take off with a fake- went from a fake gun I lied, "Fuck I look like quitting in the middle of the battle? Y'all niggas love when I spit But for some reason when a nigga get off, ya'll wanna hate on me and suck my ... you know what? Y'all paid a lot of money I ain't gon' trip But watch your mouth before I use this grip and abuse this bitch Ike turner, watch your mouth, I pop up with the cans' Oscar Grouch The semi auto...and your pants... {Chokes. Smack calls the battle then...} Nigga I ain't quittin' again I rap as long as I fuckin' want to and the way I feel nigga I got a hour I made him jump, made Smack jump and stopped both of them, I got the power Rifle on, I spend an hour stuntin' Baow! I'll hit your mouth wit somethin' I'm squeezin' on the gun til the channel change that's the power button Hold on, I was panickin' I used to move with that ratchet, shit was damagin' I was nervous, held it like a remote, I couldn't channel in Then I bought a beam, put that on top, now a nigga ain't panickin' So instead of movin' furniture I just use the range more than Flannigan You know what? Before you show off nigga bill yourself Why don't you grab the blade before you sang and seal yourself Look at these niggas, they don't fuck with me you gotta keep it real yourself I ain't even commit suicide, but fuck y'all kill yaself
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