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i’m nervous for you
’bout to be a cold murder
show over, closed curtains he threw
just watch how urgent i move
i can’t wait, i’m ’bout to send yo’ spirit, right out the gate, a
and it’s gon’ be terminal too (2)
it’s not debatable, you know he came to losе
face it, only thing they can do is pray for you
you get a razor so play it cool
hе won’t make it
if i grab a blade and (n) slash a , he’s not available
raise and shoot
hit a punk with a nickle
this is chump change
f*ck a hater
my only target is the paper, it’s the gun range
turn yo’ b*tch to a white white, it’s a bud strain
gun b*tt, whip a horse all in the grill it’s a mustang
too much anger
you in danger
revolver, dump and hold the sh*lls there, like a noodle strainer
out of you and the whole group, please, tell me who the anchor?
i’ll squeeze and let it bam by the (bambaataa) leader; zulu nation
the boy just lost
if he played the pieces to his chest (chess), and i don’t just talk
watch how you move king, you gon’ get captured one (k)night
and i’ma take a horse head off
silencer
n*gga hold that noise, i pulled the pole
he tried to run for the doe bad choice
i’ma smoke that boy
then to the lord is where you’re goin’ horse (ho*rs*), after one round, like o*red voice
i’ll beat you the f*ck up, he won’t even have a chance
keep thinkin’ that i can’t
steph curry, one shot he gon’ night*night
that’s what he get for sleepin’ on the hands
i done k!lled a n*gga who’s (hoosier) teammate
why would you wanna play?
try duke it out, and that’s the sooner you gettin’ cut today
a wildcat, split him in half and i’ll bring this razorback, and see double a (ncaa)
i’m tryin’ to watch ’em all burn (auburn), torchin’ y’all
someone on his squad volunteered at the wake for his (forest) friend
cause that was one of his boys he (boise) liked

ward be like, “you’re gonna talk about god the whole battle and end up losin’ to me.”
no
i’m gonna talkin’ about guns the whole time and you end up losin’ ya life to these
i’m not for play
if you not gettin’ shot, you still gettin’ dropped today
go across your head with a wine bottle
break the glass and leave a shard in a (chardonnay)
this can get physical a. ward
nitty get to trippin’, i’ll really lift and shoot a. ward
i’m missin’ screws, need to be checked into a mental institution
but that’s something admitted to; a ward
n*gga f*ck [?]
get mad i’m with the fade
you’ll get whipped, broke down
tore up, that was a triple a
i done lost my mind, it’s apparent (a parent) my sh*t missin’
or fend (orphan) for yourself
[?], i’ll send the whole group home, they all can vanish
tried to warn ward at the state i’m in, i ain’t say nothin’ false to (foster) family
come to my hood, they gon’ rob you casually
strip you out your clothes with a strap
take everything that was worn (ward) off the horse’s back
i’m talkin’ cavalry, we be talkin’ stick talk
i’ll shoot up this b*tch
do it with the mask off, at least two will get hit
at the same d*mn time, then i’m addin’ ‘low life’ to my future hit list
bl!ck lit, tryin’ to make chopped cheese with the heat
glock squeeze, he in shock, cop ptsd
you will really die if you try beefin’ with me
i know y’all came to see aaron (airing) live, but he was shot previously
[a. ward says to rum]
why you ain’t say that one to iron solomon?

[rum]
this n*gga better run from danger
how the f*ck you wanna be on smack but no profanity?
that sh*t funny ain’t it?
i know you just wanna be original
but you prolly gon’ have to custom made it
up the banger and shoot a n*gga
i made saga convert to blue cross, i thought dude was christian
but after this horse you goin’ on a t*shirt, and we gon’ find out your true religion
i’m through with n*ggas
you can’t keep it real yourself
n*gga suicide*

[crowd]
or i’ll do the job, you decide
k!ll yoself!

[round 1: a. ward]
i said yo!
you gon’ put a shard in a?
you musta got a bunch of weapons
and i don’t care for
said a whole bunch of ncaa teams and ain’t go to college
but if he did i’d show up to this squares dorm
then said, sleep me with the hands
we gon’ talk to god before the bar you had to put ’em in prayer form
let’s talk
surely wait, you don’t understand
i’m crazy, i’m the terminal one, this grip’ll send him to the pearly gates
so what i’ma give this c? 38
when it come to these reb*ttals, d*mn i’m the goat
they switched the venue last minute, i wasn’t a man of it bro
but got to talkin’ to a couple of them bartenders like, “maaan, this is dope.”
you know jasmine, she a gemini
her personality, she can handle them both
and tiffany an aries, i gotta cancel ’em both!
geechi hit up kp like, “riot event we gotta book ward and nit’ bruh.”
“but i don’t know. in compton he was comfortable. they was showin’ him big love.”
“we gotta make him uncomfortable. we can’t lose another crip cuz.”
“how we gonna make him uncomfortable?”
“let’s turn it into a strip club.”
not knowin’ the minute i walked in the door i put a 100 in the tip cup
i said he finna get zipped up, just how i’m settin’ it off
my government name is kimsey aaron ward, let that be a lesson to y’all
but i ain’t have to tell the crowd that cause he already got a weapon to draw
before the end of the battle y’all gon’ know every name i ever been called
i am appalled
anything you standin’ to say, don’t damage a great
don’t think a’s cappin’ cause we in the land of the braves
i was disgusted how you and gotti handled the pay
handed by drake, how grand a mistake
i thought you was single father of the year in how you manage your cake
watched you bow to another, split the money 50/50 and now you answer to bay (bae)
he ain’t a man he a fake
a follower too, efb, writer’s bloque, homi, [?]
you’ve been a worker in all of your crews
when they hit my line i said, “bet. it’s somethin’ i’m honored to do.”
grippin’ biscuits versus mr. fix it, and what’s a hammer to someone who got all of the tools?
i said i’m the truth, i switch up the moves freely
wrote a clip for this dude weekly
i told y’all i cook cousins, all the crips i’ma do greasy
cause suge ain’t do it
ars’ ain’t do it
geech’ ain’t do it
yeah, this gon’ be too easy
believe me
i study ops, buckin’ shots, dumpin’ glocks, rummy not
the c’s fate’ll (disease fatal) be in my hands; monkey pox
lose to an insane crip? buddy stop
they just a lock in a ward go crazy on nutty blocc
i said you’ll get a box
i promise this is not what you want
all them bars about that action you all talk
you a chump
i watched nu jerzey twork disrespect you in person
all you did was walk off like a punk
you mean to tell me in that moment the great rum nitty forgot how to punch?
yo you a bum
i’m electric with this
passion i’m filling my pen and this paper is something to watch
he reppin’ his clique i rap in this building, they reminisce later cause rum in this box
i said what i got
wait up, let’s have some fun
y’all want to learn to rap like nitty?
cool, this how he come with lines
first you gotta pick a weapon
now pick which word you want to use for the gun this time
then you gotta pick one of my names
you can shorten it, they still gon’ react to the punch it’s fine
but this the most important part
you gotta make sure one of your setups just doesn’t rhyme
cause nitty will be like, “i lift bangers galore
they said he the face of rbe?
until i get this stainless involved
name flips? i came with some more
it’s gon’ be a lot of ward, and a lil’ kim and the face won’t be the same anymore.”
gaaaaahhh!
whhhhhhhaaat!
[rum] but that did rhyme

[a. ward]
i said to me this is a task
he is the best puncher ever y’all
nit’ isn’t trash
fonz, magic, danny all gifted with jabs
plus the kid from the yak
but you’re what’s left, over mac(kk), ’til they let you put a lid on your craft (kraft)
now let’s switch to the facts
you got big off of smack, but now it’s the same 80,000 viewers who all cl!ck to react
i’m just listening to stats
while the real fans are out here tryin’ to reminisce on the battles that you did in the past
missin’ all those punches
so when you sayin’ “get off the ropes”
the fans are saying, “get off the app!”
look this was a style clash
fire/trash
you finna be mad as can be
spend the whole round battling god and end up losin’ the battle to me

[round 2: rum nitty]
at an early age we was straight off the porch
they say what they’ll do in another man’s shoes but can’t walk in yours
f*ck they talkin’ for?
listen, i’ll end any mission and make y’all abort
let it spray y’all for sure
it’s war
trip and this nickel is (nicholas) takin’ his face/off of ward
i gave y’all a choice
either catch one in the wig or weave these extensions
and that’s really the main offer horse (mane off a horse)
you catch the lesson?
i remember back when packs was selling
it was h*lla fiends who called to cop that white girl, that’s a karen
i’m tellin’ you fam’, i done witnessed death
in most situations you most def’ would’ve ran
sh*t, i’m prolly goin’ to h*ll it’s a chance
cause i’m really a sinner (center), i’m just being forward, like kevin durant
i’m stamped
you nice, but i’m nice and keep it real
you dyin’ up in here
and just like kd, they gon’ find your body lyin’ at the height of your career
that n*gga illmac checked ward
then he smoked you, he 3*0’d you
it was a death ward
in a body bag is how you left ward
is any of this gettin’ through your head or am i just being a dead horse?
i just copped a new edition in mint condition that i’m finna test on y’all now
told my troop to barge (debarge) in the room next
and get this guy, aaron hauled (hall) out
let’s talk now
this ain’t no place, for no christian, n*gga tell me i’m wrong
you go against yo’ beliefs, what you speak, you already should know
and you prolly goin’ to h*ll on the low
y’all remember shaq’s shoes that had the phone at the bottom?
you sellin’ your sole (soul)
i gotta get at you, tec in reach
i ain’t finna wrestle
i’ll give you three rounds, respectfully, like a compliment battle
i’ll clap you
just keep it rap at least or we gon’ have a lil’ talk after this a. ward (award) like a grammy speech
they said you won’t deserve another big opponent after me
exactly, preach
cause i was thinkin’ this should’ve been his last name in the first place like carmelo anthony
that’s elite
it ain’t easy when you tryin’ to sn*tch respect, huh?
that’s just the war of conquest
and my fam’ in (famine) it until death come
lead dump
you’ll see red, your vision go black as you go from the white horse to the pale one
get ya bell rung
disrespect, i’ll shoot a christian with a nail gun
this what h*ll brung
they was actin’ like i wasn’t finna smoke you my n*gga
like, “you might as well forfeit
hey nothing is stopping the horses.”
i said, “whoa, whoa, whoa. slow down a minute.”
i’ll lift it
you’ll take a shot, straight to the head
from the d’usse his top got raised in that area; fuquay
sendin’ you to meet ya maker when the tool raised
this steel’ll give his life to god it’s boonk gang
dude lame
this gon’ be a k!llin’
to do the job, he gon’ need his whole squad
cause jesus wit’ him
the first and second, i’ma just beat a christian
then you gettin’ washed up in the third ward; katrina victim
r.i.p. to victims
i’m a dawg n*gga, authentic
took over the game without havin’ a pg, aye? (pg, a) (pga)
when most would’ve got engulfed (in golf*ed) in it
y’all b*tches
they stay hatin’
with them light ass punches, you ain’t hangin’
how the f*ck a horse supposed to eat if he don’t have any haymakers?
if we have a fallout, we got a war
it’s a game changer
they gon’ have to go on a mission to save you
it’s game data
k aimer
you can’t keep it real yourself

[round 2: a. ward]
game data
k aimer
haymaker
this horse finna eat for all the naysayers!
i told y’all, i’m the freestyler ever
that’s for all you too
i don’t believe he shoot none of these guns
he ain’t give all you proof
so when he said he shot a nail gun, that’s all you do
he said i’m goin’ straight to h*ll and i sold my soul
they switched the thing to a strip club
i had to keep it real, i ain’t panic
i brought the cross to the middle of kod and now i’m feelin’ real organic (organik)
let’s slow it down
y’all wanna have fun with a riddle?
what’s a rumor start with?
here’s a hint, it shoot finger guns and it’s brittle
scope on a “drum” end in “rum”
he try to run for a little
i got a target in a view (interview) too
and it’s instrumental that “rum”s in the middle
yo cornell powell
let’s have some fun now
pow*ell?
even your last name is a gun sound?
i don’t believe he let off one round, only when the pen movin’
you don’t really pow powell* no you just kid shootin’
they say they don’t think nit’ human
you mean to tell me he from outer sp*ce but every line a tec spark?
you an alien, right?
well we gon’ break down exactly which kind with this next part
is he marvin the martian? he put the sweeper to ya top
it go “kaboom” when he lettin’ it flare
or is he avatar, i mean everything about him blue and we already know he got a (gotta) connect with the hair
is he alf? cause he stay hidden, but he be in the kitchen waitin’ to eat cats on the main screen
i think groot, the tree, cause geechi stand behind him and everything out his mouth is the same thing
i said let ya k squeeze
this who y’all don as king?
i’m a pastor that read epistles and keeps a pistol, call ya team
i pick the word, up (word!up) magazine
it was all a dream
you 5’3″ and i be trippin’ over the smallest things
so tell your toy story’s cause this metal arm will lift an alien in the air like the claw machine
dawg it’s me!
the url catch, i be tryin’ to have ’em all k!lled
get you all broke down, know how babylon feel
put rum on the floor like an alcohol spill
and make chess (chest) pass like a basketball drill
got a ’63 vet’ when i travel on wheels
put a classic on the app like the battle y’all film
you on the app witcha raps while my catalog builds
on every server in the world like an adderall pill
i said keep it real
whoever nit’ wit’ can get stitched with quickness
so run and check, this the south
we big k.r.i.t. the witness like thick grits i lump ’em next
play it safe, over time there’s nothin’ left
back to my old ways, tied up, 4th quarter; sudden death
rum a pest
you better hope this close
they gon’ go from yellin’ “yes rum yes” to “no crip no”
he wore fake j’s and was lyin’ ’bout how he hold his toast
how you live a double life and you broke in both
yo i’m the goat
apart from god though, automatic behind the arc with shot’s bro
to me the basket just look bigger like the cart at costco
rum bummy this lunch money the ferragamo
his house dirty, with bugs and needs to be raided like mar*a*lago
yo that’s trump crib
ya dumb kid what you done did
you think you some rebel
no weapon formed it, not even gun metal
my god so close with me that the playing field is unlevel
so i don’t care if you’re from that arizona state, my god know how to son (sun) devil’s
i don’t think rum’s special
he finna be long gone
i ain’t rnb, this yo’ swan song
watch who you step to clown
cause this an l you (nlu) takin’, and my charm ain’t got a necklace ’round
so how’s me pickin’ the six pallbearers that best know how to rep you sound?
i promise it won’t be no let up nitty
yeah, they gon’ let you down
and this was a style clash
fire/trash
he finna be mad as can be*

[round 3: rum nitty]
ayyyyyye!
n*gga said somethin’ about some naysayers
it was way wack
make a horse disappear when the k clap
hard to find him and it’s gon’ be hard to eat when he’s the needle in the haystack
all three rounds i’m finna bring you h*ll
infrared, that’s one dot for a, i’m teachin’ braille
drop the ball and receive an l
eat a sh*ll, let four off
after i deal with ward dawgs (war dogs) these guns’ll be for sale
they said he nice, i don’t even care
this sh*t easy here
i can leave earth in my sleep like steve mcnair
who he playin’ with?
i’ll pull a pole a(ye)
and go smoke a(ye)
sound like a canadian
put the k to him
spine shot, make it break out his chest, it’s all he seen (scene) from the alien
thing again
ya homie a f*ggot
you be in the same spots where lo’ (low) hangin’ fruit, this an easy win
bro will get smoked
his b*tch tryin’ to save him but he gon’ fo’ sho’
ms. parker, it’s been over but she still holdin’ the holes
i’m the goat
i’m not sayin’ url won’t make the call and i’m not hatin’ dawg
but the only time we seen smack at award (a. ward) it was jada fault
you seen my saga battle?
you seen my saga battle?

[a. ward] oh bet. yeah

[rum]
i can’t lie, that’s what’s up
guess you got the app
i know you be watchin’ like, “f*ck”
mad at smack, so you finally gettin’ some payback; $8 a month
you’se a punk
but you say you the best in ya league
you must be smokin’ some fire ward, you think you better than me?
you need to come down off that high horse, we really slide ward
try to run, then one from the steel’ll (steeler) catch a n*gga like he’s hines ward
you know what i noticed?
against other white boys, when you can’t pull your white card, you usually die ward
side bar
why white people be changin’ colors?
red, peach and sh*t…usually pink
i’ll choke you the f*ck out
hold ya neck ’til (teal) i see blue and green
you’ll really die stupid
and i don’t really waste time, you know how i do it
so it’s instrumental that i get right to it
you’se a goofy
willing to lose it all for a viral moment
tellin’ fake stories, tryin’ to relate, but they all lies we know it
you ain’t never felt pain or ever had to slide on no one
you don’t know what it’s like fightin’ tryin’ to get an appeal (a pill)
so the ache can stop but the i be probin’ (ibuprofen)
i told him, you’ll get hurt badly
face shot, give a one (a1) up front, it’s a first class seat
you past weak
if you a christian, why you be doin’ all this extra reckless, talkin’ ’bout stretchin’ sh*t
i know you can protect yoself, i catch the drift
but you tellin’ me all your material is based off self defense?
you’se a b*tch
and either gotti got you under contract, you property of the riot, that’s fo’ sho’ fo sho’
i’m lookin’ at the homie like django, i ain’t ever seen a n*gga on (own) a horse befo’
and k!ll ’em all, i don’t go for the talk
take over your lane, then i’m closin’ sh*t off
’bout to go on a streak, they ain’t got nothin’ on me at all
top dawg, they tried to label me, “new era” i passed
like, that ain’t nothin’ special dumb ass
i felt challenged
which is probably why i sped through the class
most feared in battle rap, that’s a fact
can never be champion when top opponents duckin’ back to back
and i’m left with the benchwarmers with lower numbers and half the stats
you after that
i’m strapped fam’, 50 clip, slide in the machine, look like a cat scan
mac blam, drop the bomb on you
then i hit ‘ooops upside the head’, it’s a gap band
these n*ggas really goofy
swiss army knife, stick him up high
or he get picked to the side, it’s jury duty
truly, i’ll knot ya sh*t, i’m not convinced
they gon’ say you failed the test after i drop you a (u.a.), i’m positive
i’m from poverty
i remember sellin’ sherm sticks just to get a dollar
the pharaoh’s daughter, i got a little profit (prophet) from the water
he’s a goner
stuck his neck out now fam’ losin’
this ain’t no horse, this is like one draft in front of the goat; sam bowie
goodnight

[round 3: a. ward]
aye! he said “goodnight”
usually before i say “goodnight” i eat some sort of snack
i do a lot of freestyles with writtens cause it’s more than rap
in his last round he had all sort of gats
the .4’ll clap
you leave earth in your sleep like steve mcnair?
he ran into a tennessee titan and they ain’t gettin’ this quarter back (quarterback)
hold on, i ain’t supposed to be spittin’ gun bars
strip club got me actin’ a lil’ different
i’m supposed to have a strong mind
believe in god, god’s grind
i do be changin’ colors
red, cause i been sittin’ under the son (sun) for a long time
let’s play aye
that’s not somethin’ that i waste bay
i get him k!lled bay
you know why you with the benchwarmers?
cause the biggest battle of your life you proved you ain’t got a real j
i am that nice!
i told ’em this gon’ be an easy body
see the hors*m*n are the humble ones, they tellin’ me, “ward, you gotta stop being c*cky.”
when riot called i break the bank
i negotiate it be p*ssin’ off geechi, prolly
i need my bread
what i look like? loso? ha. i’m greedy
off rip, believe he dyin’
clean sweep, 3*peat, i got a cheat sheet rhymin’
they say the alien sittin’ on bars like e.t. ridin’
then he went to beasley cryin’
like, “if i ain’t on summer madness on caffeine we slidin’
now this where i step in
you mad cause the politics crept in
they don’t understand how fast your check spends
when you got four kids tryin’ to collect rent
ask you to come do late notice battles on late prep, win
you do ’em favors, they don’t pull through with your battles to protect them
so this is where your career with mr. can’t copy respect ends?
hold up, did we just become best friends?
i said h*ll no!
i’m finna do nitty kid
i’m talkin’ it’s “snasty” like gwitty adlibs
dawg future is the worst
went from havin’ shooters on his turf to funeral and church
you brought all those punches for ward, not realizing i do ’em in reverse

{rum grabs the air to signify a. ward is reaching}

no it’s not a punch
you done done, rum punch and a round turns quickly
i grip and get one gun
wait, reverse that
gun won? get a grip
i quickly turn around and punch rum!
lump sum
you ain’t lose to swamp cause you can’t spit
you lost cause gun bars and name flips take up your entire bandwidth
yo, you a foe with the beam down when the can’ lift
but how are you an alien when you didn’t have another plan nit (planet)?
d*mn kid
this man is a whole rook
he said swamp government 35 times
i ain’t lyin’ fam’, you can go look
then d*mn he got slow cooked
up there slingin’ more page (paige) flips canibus notebook
bro shook, but he really bang that blue
hollywood, that’ll get you slain, that’s true
knife out, that’ll turn a b*tterfly into a star like the game tattoo
i said who is you kidding?
you mad at the moves of a christian cause i move with the mission?
i remember that day when god spoke to me, in my room and i listened
i’m talking alone (a loan), forgiven, like student tuition
i said you’ll always be number two in ya system
i mean of course he snaps
but the only time you’ll ever hold a champion belt is when geechi hands it to you before he raps
you can’t ignore these facts
call it quits, geechi gets picked first, you the alternate
that’s why i brought it all to nit’
weave these rounds like a ball of yarn, i got it all to (k)nit’
with weapons that can alter nit’
or blessings at the alter nit’
i wasn’t worried ’bout you in the slightest dawg
team homi? i die daily
what’s death to someone who right with god?
e.f.b
lol
i already ethered your final boss
and this is my 17th battle, do it look like i struggle with writer’s block (bloque)?
h*ll no, i ain’t come to ya spot
i came to tell them you something you not when you say you slumpin’ some ops
so i’ma send you back to that wal*mart warehouse stuffed in a box
havin’ lunch on the dock
now you better learn to be the greatest ever at punchin’ a clock
look, i ain’t come to get personal with him
i brought enough bars to body him and any person that’s with him
i tell ’em “fall in line”
king of diamonds, god is good

[crowd] all the time!

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