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rum nitty vs. cja - ibattle lyrics

[round 1: rum nitty]
efb
stop f*ckin’ wit’ my clique
i’ll hold ya face under the lake water, ugly little b*tch
you know he drown
cause i’ma hold it down he paid money for this sh*t!
off the* mole
my bad y’all
off the rip, believe he* mooooole
my bad, my bad, i’m trippin’ fo’ sho’ly
moley, moley, moley, moley, moley
alright bet, this battle gon’ end with some bad results
this your big shot, can you hold it down for a round like a catapult?
i’ll pistol whip that mark off ya lip
they like, “that was cold.”
soon as he pop out, i’ll swing the hammer and whack*a*mole
lexx dropped that bag fo’ sho’
but i need some more, so empty out your pockets or i’ma swing a sword
hand over that paper willing, or i’ma pull a blade and make you christian; a conquistador
we bringin’ war, i’ma snap on fam’
i told him (totem), i can put four lines together like a poem
you really think he stands a chance? it’s gonna get bad for fam’
n*ggas like to play tough
tell ya boy, “stop”
cause soon as the coin toss, they gon’ change up
get ya whole gang rushed
i’ll go berserk versus a 100 soldiers, but it’s gonna take guts
you gonna fade what?
i’ll get to airin’ hollows, we move around wit’ hammers
two to (tutor) alexander, like aristotle
prepare for slidin’
hop in the regal then we spin
k full of rounds
i’ll get rid of the red face with a smile, like a cleveland indian
he been a b*tch
don’t believe nothin’ this n*gga tell you
you ain’t kicked up dirt
i done got pulled over with the work
it’s different levels, i ain’t stop though, i hit the pedal
put 200 on the dash and threw (dashing through) the snow, sound like a christmas carol
i’ll lift and air you
get to sparkin’ sh*lls quick
guess who on the card gettin’ they brain’s blew
(who?)
the garbage pail kid
off the rip
you can’t keep it* you n*ggas know what it is
[round 1: cja]
y’all ready?
(yeah!)
nah, this is cja versus rum nitty, y’all ready?
(yeah!)
the fact this battle is happening, speaks volumes
i had a conversation with myself, “am i ready for this?” it’s somethin’ i thought through
but this battle is happening thanks to the fans, the sponsors, i gotta thank lexx for makin’ the call too
and i know i don’t show it, but from the bottom of my heart*
{phone rings}
turn that sh*t off
the fact this battle is happening, speaks volumes
i had a conversation with myself, “am i ready for this?” it’s somethin’ i thought through
but this battle is happening thanks to the fans, the sponsors, i gotta thank lexx for makin’ the call too
when i know i don’t show it, but from the bottom of my heart, i will slap the sh*t outta all of you
i know the url gotta be f*ckin’ witcha st**z
when the crip has gotta do most of his booking through beas (b’s)
let’s keep it a bean
when it comes to these guns and punches, for the white boys i coined the phrase
i paved the way
and today it’s the same route
you said iron was “penny pinchin'”, you was “nickel squeezin'”, i’m droppin’ a quarter so why the f*ck would i change now?
let’s see how it plays out
i’m the best talent upstate got, put respect on it brother
all those bills you got paid would have to suffer
when i rob him and hit him with one .762, i’m doin’ josh allen numbers
bro you are nothin’
with mac the captain above us
i do this for everyone we gotta acknowledge with a r.i.p
in my city we saw murders on lincoln ave, roosevelt and south washington street
on the south side on south jefferson ave, my brodie’s chillin’ with the cousin of sleep, permanently
so when you was rappin’ about mount rushmore, the streets took that sh*t from me personally
you heard of me?
bro throws punches, and they’re some of the best punches i ever heard in my life
but i paid $400 for this glock*19 and you think we ’bout to fight?
that ain’t right
y’all don’t see me as one of the best punchers, and i’m here to change that noise
cause y’all think there’s a gap between us and i feel like i’m someone to avoid (a void)
this is a choice
see we are a lot alike, i think you’re just more intense
when they say, you’re “insane” that’s you claimin’ your set and that makes sense
i don’t gang bang, i say that with no disrespect
so don’t take offense
it’s just when they say i’m “insane”, that’s my lawyer’s defense
i’ll tell him again
don’t take me as no punk that you thinkin’ is innocent
when it comes to the hands i think we equivalent
rap wise, not that guy to play with, it’s ignorant
if i hit him with a left*right*left, even my cadence is militant
round one, (this sh*t is almost done
it’s our town p*ssy and your mom’s a c*nt!)
[round 2: rum nitty]
okay, this is gonna be difficult for you to get over; it’s barb wired
for me it’s practice, a warmup round like a bonfire
r.i.p. shirts with your face on the front in all sizes
freshly printed, hot off the press like a car lighter
n*gga stop tryin’, cause this even looks bad for me
i can’t believe y’all got me battlin’ the poster child for mad tv
if i blast this heat, you gon’ bite dirt
nice he*rs*
but first i pulled up hollerin’ christian slanders out a chrysler (christ slur)
you gonna die worst, and threw out the window from the 92nd flo’ (90 second flow); it’s url lite work
.9 burst, i’ma shoot you down
bl!ckin’, have your whole circle missin’ if i lose a round
tool come out, face shot, that mole will get a hole in it, like a root c*n*l
you’se a clown
the boy not cool
you ain’t got no type of street smarts, you’re a moron too
this how the war gods move, i’m experienced…seasoned, and it’s from the block like a bouillon cube
soon as i pull this .4 i shoot
please stop it, there’s gonna be blood stains on the floor
and a couple (cup’ll) be on the door like we eavesdroppin’
nah, nah, nah, rewind it
i snuck by with the heat
ruff ryder’s release, i was eve’s droppin’
one of the first on the scene, poppin’
the new k!llers i respect ’em, but i’m still the most electric, like team rocket
please stop it
and you can’t keep it real* yeah you know the deal
[round 2: cja]
in order to be a punchline king i must dethrone you, i won’t lose
he’ll be outlined in chalk
i made the call for a quarter, in a small room, it’s a phone booth
and now you’ve got no room to talk
so let’s walk
no disrespect tonight nitty
no talkin’ through my rounds or i’m goin’ on a tirade
be quiet so you can hear me shakin’ the room, my phone’s on vibrate
we slide [?]
this feels like a family reunion, sounds like a joke but true
and technically, that makes you my favorite cousin
so let’s talk this walk, i got some smoke for you
it’s over too
but why would i waste bullets on this pr*ck?
you are 5’6″, i won’t need it
rbe security, i got this big ass gun for no reason
bro’s tweekin’, he taught us how to punch
have gave the culture the whole setup
but unfortunately you taught me how to punch and now bro’s set up
i’ll rock his jaw, he’ll hit the floor
ground and pound, he won’t get up
nitty! you my favorite and if you taught me anything, it’s no let ups
so don’t get up
i said it tonight, you my favorite, this battle was #1 on my hitlist
this is not your battle with fonz, you don’t got the drop on christmas
they said, “nitty in new york” i said, “let’s slide by quick.”
a*r in the droptop on some drive*by sh*t
the driver passed him on the block, i had to re*time my sh*t
but now he’s close to my six o’clock
so i turned around and shot him with a .556
why you try my sh*t?
every battle is gun bars and gang signs, we know your motive
bro been battlin’ often, he’s so explosive
you’re dope but you don’t see the risk is what i’m proposing
doin’ all this shootin’ up and throwin’ up
don’t you see that you’re overdosin’
you gon’ flip, “christian” “christmas” or “christmas”, “egl” “rainmakers” and it might sound absurd
but honestly it’s bound to work
but don’t flip “christian” cause if you bring up my government then i’ll bring this alien down to earth
that’s how this works
you and url had a little beef for a little while, and it troubled you
i mean roc, you know about antonyms and synonyms
and i think you not gettin’ conceited really humbled you
i f*ck witchu
you been on a lot of teams, dawg i’m kinda impressed
bro might join every fuccin’ gun title next
how many teams we ask?
couldn’t even begin to guess
it’s like we’re at the gym, bro how many sets do you got left?
it’s no sweat
round 2, this sh*t’s almost done
it’s our town p*ssy
(and your mom’s a c*nt)

[round 3: rum nitty]

- ibattle lyrics

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