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rum nitty vs. yung griz - westworld battle league lyrics

[round 1: yung griz]
i don’t like to drink before my battles
that’s rum nitty….the stress is awful
i’m about a pint in already today…still ’bout to chalk you
barry bonds; even loaded…i’m ’bout to walk you
griz vs. rum m*th*f*ckin’ nitty, i wonder what’s about to happen
cause rum go off and i go snappin’, never lackin’
i lift a strap and
draw a big black monster on rum* okay not let’s get it crackin’ (kraken)
you bet actin’ tough rum
don’t be talkin’ all through my rounds unless you want some
i’ll knock you out
then rap my round again after i punch rum
i snuck rum and had to start over, i’m lush one
where there battle ends up, it’s up to you
act dumb, weapons shoot
keep it rap, we just rap, that would be the best of moves
see you get a different bеar depending on the b*ttons you push, it’s tеkken 2
this ain’t those everyday raps you hear in the streets, lil’ n*gga
this an elite pen at it’s peak, lil’ n*gga
spud webb’s little homie on the hawks was wilkins, i peeped lil’ n*gga
that’s why the sh*t i brought for cuzz webb the same, so unique li’ n*gga
i feel like i’ve been lied to
said i couldn’t get by you if i tried to
but i grew up on street ball
showed up to the park, deuce deuce in my boot
f*ck a 4th quarter, where i’m from it’s win by two
my pen top ten, the real author, i will off him
i just gotta make it home to my son, a real father
don’t make me peel on him
a .9 tucker, no, i’m like usher, i’m a steel (steal) palmer
i shoulda been gettin’ these type looks, a gotta big grudge
smoke him, it’s a big dub
you tried to get me to join your team before, this b*tch dumb
i never switch up
semi*automatic, a cl!ck (clique) dump
you can’t make a trade in the 4th quarter, just subs
it’s a wild game
came in this game with kg, now y’all livin’ out y’all dreams
i can’t believe we let these arizona n*ggas on our team
i had the poet’s tall ass with a high beam
then off rum next to kg, i’m paul pierce on the live stream
in these west coast rooms, i’m the f*ckin’ reaper
they scared of you cause you the alien, you still gotta make one believer
f*ck earth, i got the alien in my world, yeah b*tch i ain’t from there neither
bar after bar i’m chalkin’ you like that
in your grill i’m gonna bark on you like that
don’t lose cause * this yo’ sh*t, you can’t bark at you like that
yo’ turn
(don’t let me talk to you like that!)
[round 1: rum nitty]
he said i tried to make him e.f.b., dumb hater
i’m glad i didn’t cause you would’ve been a every fuccin’ bar sellout…like a fund raiser
i’m done playin’
off the rip believe he dyin’
a clean sweep, 3*peat, i got the cheat sheet rhymin’
they say the alien be sittin’ on bars like e.t. ridin’
f*ck rappin’, i’m known to slide
bro would die
n*gga try to cap and get pulverized
removin’ his hat, clappin’ this .45
i’ll up this b*tch and leave him bucketless (bucket list), that’s what happened befo’ he died
i might pull on yo’ side and catch ya folks lackin’
loc status, post up, don’t say a word; no caption
might even shoot up your volkswagen
the stick’ll (sticker) be against the window like a parking violation; i toe (tow) tagged him
closed casket
i don’t even gotta try no effort
you knew this n*gga was dead as soon as i accepted
he said he was gonna beat me; quite impressive
we watchin’ all that go out the window in front of the world, trade, it feel like 9/11
and you’ve been penalized, you finna die
you gonna black out and see all white, it’s gentrified
equipped with .9’s
most of my pistols got a b*tton
i’m tryin’ to put these switches on his bucket
feel like pimp my ride
we really slide
we don’t promote rap beefin’
we check temperatures in real life, we get on that people
you don’t want that treatment
because if i address (a dress) code, it’ll be a casualty (casual tee), and that’s no cap either
i tote that nina
i really got clips for you b*tches
you can’t hide, they gonna come and spin for you n*ggas
and you buckle up soon as they find (fine) you
clip it or ticket
load up the pistol and lift it
hit fam’ dead in the center, sh*t feel like a memory pendant
that’s how the enemy get it
i’m tryin’ to see him die late
then stare him dead in his eyes after he pass to see ’em dilate
increase the crime rate to see this our way
i mean it’s apparent (a parent) i had to body trade like freaky friday
see back in my day? i wish to use to be a baller
never made it to them nba arenas cause there was pistols in my locker
bloods & crips was in my roster
or i can just send a (center) 7’4″ n*gga like victor wembanyama
this a mini*chopper
sh*ll will dump, ring his bell and run, it’s a n*gga knocker
take these fn shots like 50 sips of vodka
big ass hollow sh*lls, look like empty empanadas
tell daylyt that i’m really with the drama
we got riders here and i can tell ‘lyt (tail light) a square like a ’66 impala
you dealin’ wit’ a monster
rap
[round 2: yung griz]
the real is all i know
gave me a look so my buzz could grow
good looks on the clout
white family in the south, lil’ cuz my bro
nah trade that, i ain’t really holdin’ a grudge, this my folks he still holdin’ a slug
deuce, deuce, i shed a tear as i hold it above
that’s a .22 with love (luv) like lena the plug
if y’all don’t save ya man, i’m f*ckin’ up his hoe
y’all actin’ like y’all don’t hear me, get this motherf*cker help
fully loaded, extended magazine, i make sure all them b*tches felt
if they brought a stick then mine a log (monologue)…dawg, am i up here talkin’ to myself?
i saw that lil’ 2 on 2 you did with twork
and no stuntin’, you was up there soundin’ like him, no frontin’
if it ain’t nitty bein’ nitty, we don’t want it
y’all was lookin’ like two jersey’s in one; joe budden
he start screamin’ insane in my face, i gotta make a move
blunt trauma, i break this fool
he lumped up, the docs gotta take a tool and sand nitty down* hey that was crazy smooth
speakin’ of “crazy smooth”…ms. hustle bro?
nice
they crack jokes because of the height
i won’t even try and bother
cause let’s be real, y’all n*ggas ain’t tall and none of us would decline the offer
except i hear if you top tier you kinda in there so why the alien some kind of martyr?
i mean, who cares if you eff ole (ufo) girl if anyone can get fly and (flying) saucer
i separate myself from the pack when they see me, and the gap gets wider ever battle like jc’s t**th
a hood baby for real, i let y’all play though
still got visions of my uncles movin’ work all day though
so much baking soda in them projects they made a volcano
i swear i’ll catch a case
this sh*t go from griz vs. the alien to you in a box with barely (bear*ly) any sp*ce
and bar after bar i’m chalkin’ you like that
in yo’ grill, i’m gonna bark on you like that
n*gga don’t lose, you can’t market you like that
yo’ turn, don’t let me talk to you like that
[round 2: rum nitty]
shut yo’ b*tch ass up
to be real, i ain’t believe none of this sh*t this n*gga just said, cause he frail
tryin’ to put a couple holes in his hat with these sh*lls
three sh*lls
and he’ll be dead dead if i start sendin’ ’em for the bucket, that mean pail (peel)
release 12 then he fail
i mean, you better get yo’ sh*t in order before i box somethin’, like a presale
i might need bail
i’m usually not with the talk, i’m in go mode
i won champion of the year without doin’ interviews, vlogs or the promo
i ain’t showin’ off, y’all should know though
the fans voted in rivals, and they just had to hand over the title, it’s like the godfather logo
you don’t want no smoke
you be gettin’ destroyed
i be gettin’ treatin’ you like a little weak boy
headlock
smack his hat, fl!ck his keloid
that’s how we war
he gon’ make me up a loaded gun
so back back or else i’m smokin’ somethin’
if i say, “move” i mean move, it’s not a shoulder bump
he asked for this, i’ma smoke this bum
it’s what he wanted, benjamin b*tton, this sh*t was old to yung (young)
if i send my shooters he fo’ sho’ dyin’
they get off the drugs and get mo’ violent
befo’ they go slidin’ they probably sniff a little white girl, like joe biden
choke him out, until he go silent
vision gettin’ dark and he goin’ (go in) light headed like a coal miner
i’ll send ya soul flyin’
send this puerto rican stretched
his body release his soul then decompose, it’s gonna be a rican (reeking) death
i’m tryin’ to break this rican neck
the surgeons havin’ trouble gettin’ his vertebrae to reconnect (rican neck)
f*ck he expect?
i get you hit up when this ruger dump
i hold it to the side blammin’
i’ll slant it (eyes slanted) like an asian boy, don’t be stupid yung (young)
dudes a punk
even my n*gga gotti know this n*gga a b*tch
yo’ turn, don’t let me talk to you like* like what? lispin’ and sh*t?
this n*gga a trip
you can’t keep it real yo’self, n*gga say, “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” right
you probably f*ck around and k!ll yo’self

[round 3: yung griz]
the shortest verse in the bible is, “jesus wept”
see, i believe most of the book is a big lie
but it was 100 degrees when i got the news
so i truly believe that god did cry
cause somehow, it rained the day after my n*gga fixx died
i gotta thank you rum
for this platform
my biggest plate
so they can all get a chance to hear me say, “rest in peace to my brother fixx
i wish i could tell you, “you the best”, and it’s just too late
i broke down writin’ this sh*t, d*mn near ’bout to break down now
and if he was here, i know exactly what fixx would say
“you better not cry in front of rum nitty.” and “rap. f*ckin’ bahti bwoy.”
aight, let me fix(x) my face
i keep mine by the waist, it’s an every day
it’s a .9 in rotation, it’s an nba team
i let it fly if he playin’, glide on the pavement
funeral service when he die’ll be amazin’
like, initials on the casket, he gon’ look fly in what you lay in
his people in all black, we gon’ cry as they parade him
you see r.n. and suits, it’s a devry graduations
this supposed to have me shook? i swear i’m not
you like, 5’3″, your bell i rock
i bet i punch or wobble rum, it’s a jello shot
i’m the man and it’s still
not the bear bro, the scarecrow, i’m out standing (outstanding) in my field
are we rappin’ anymore? i’ma just ask y’all
i mean we birds of feather, in the end we all fans y’all
see they dress it up like it’s real, that’s how they trap y’all
then protect their crop of new talent so they become corns and move on to the next plant
nah, see i was chasin’ a dream, took flight, and when i realized how fake everybody (every body), i came across was, i had to back off
then i started learnin’ all the inside stuff, that was the last straw
you used to be like this too nitty
i can you now, “on insane cuz, that ain’t gonna be me
i’m here to rap. i do that gimmicky sh*t when…bikes can fly.”
and smack had you dressed like e.t
y’all swear this n*gga different
put rum on a pedestal, like a box set, i ain’t trippin’
i also brought a fifth that’s limited edition
i got him fixx, holes everywhere
he get hit with all kinds of sh*t, he losin’ his breath, runnin’ out of time to live
his body numb, feelin’ whoosy, slowly goin’ blind and sh*t
thinkin, “am i gonna die from that? am i gonna die from this?”
you know what yo’ problem is? you don’t know what yo’ problem is
i had to channel my bros to make sho’ this guy died, that’s all i had on my mind
was fixx juicin’ (juice in) rum, i made a mai tai
one more thing before i get to the slogan that i got to say
rest in peace fixx, rest in peace juice, bar code trade
it’s bar after bar i’m chalkin’ you like that
in yo’ grill, i’m gonna bark on you like that
i think i had a pretty good battle with nitty, think you can market me like that?
it’s yo’ turn, don’t let me talk to you like that

[round 3: rum nitty]
i told my bro, i got him for this battle even though you do not deserve it
we gon’ make it work cause i don’t break my word like it’s wrote out in cursive
i’ma merk him
blood everywhere, he’s gonna need doctors/nurses
he was leakin’ out a puddle, there was even a few liters in the bucket, felt like bottle service
i got him nervous
this is gonna be a viral scene, die extreme
you know i got bucket flips and trade bars like it’s halloween
get ya family situated, ‘fore it’s yo’ time to leave
you know, life insurance, put ya kids in the will (wheel), it’s like a tire swing
.9’ll squeeze
i’ll put a hole in ya scalp
you really wanna die on this stage over some clout?
i mean i’ll pull a hammer and get busy
soon as the camera pan to grizzly, pole will come out
you know what i’m ’bout
i’ll get you stretched
glock with a switch on it, finna leave sh*t a mess
oh y’all ain’t get it yet, that’s a stick with a b*tton
finna get rid of the bucket, i just gotta swiffer jet
we gonna hit ya set, lookin’ for this trade fraud
dumpin’ off an ar
paramedics workin’ but took a great loss
i mean they couldn’t save the young brother in the bucket like ray charles
i hate dawg, that’s why i’m sendin’ sh*lls
this ’bout to be yo’ biggest l
soon as the coin toss, droppin’ the bucket, like a wishing well
my n*gga dre vicious will give you h*ll
gettin’ stomped by grapes is how you wind (wine’d) up like zinfandel
is this b*tch for real?
you get a k round
get hit with some hot sh*t twice
i’ll f*ck around and drop kick mike (mic), like james brown
get chased ’round
500 yards back; delayed sound
only thing you seen was the gun recoil then he got laid down
you got chased ’round
a drive*by, that’s what it’s time fo’
in a ford truck clappin’ them hollows
it’s like a carousel, cause there was a pole stickin’ out the back of a bronco
you’re gonna actually die though
get shot he bleedin’, outta [?] let’s see how the n*gga act when his eyes roll
get dawg smoked, i’m well prepared
if you see me in a fight with a grizzly, don’t help me n*gga, help the bear

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