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rum nitty vs. saynt la - westworld battle rap lyrics

[round 1: rum nitty]
this is it
y’all already knew how this battle was gon’ turn out…i’m finna trip
lift this b*tch
couldn’t figure out how to get the safety off at first* and then it cl!cked
relentlessness
i done been on trips
n*ggas really dyin’ to get that paper, like a death certificate
you’se a little kid
and the handicap match get picked apart
this the part i knew your family bad at
the cannon blast cats
out the pontiac the hand squeeze
he seen .50 from the grand prix and had a flashback
n*gga stand back
you think he the truth cause he won 50
when rum had won (1)50 (1) won, and y’all seen the proof
this won’t be no feud
with no effort i’ma stretch him
they knew you would lose this battle, you ain’t ready for the pressure
be respectful to our elders
they used you, like a dialysis machine…set you up for failure
i had to tell ’em, we reckless
everyone in my camp is steppers, i ain’t a capper (kappa)
important factors
y’all keepin’ the west live, but we did it bigger on the left side; before and after
empty the .9, reload, put the taurus backup
he’s still runnin’ forward (ford in) reverse, tore his back up
we chip marks
i’ll let a clip spark
came with the .50 loaded, like a gift card
listen when a crip talk
we keep bangin’, i erase him
we got a lot of pistols, i’m talkin’ switches, like speed datin’
he fakin’
just the talkin’ type
i might just creep off to the whip, with ya broad tonight
give her all this pipe
smashed in the front seat, she let me cut inside the car, then gave me the jaws of life
we not alike
i really had the product movin’
i done sold product, dog food, embalming fluid, all high grades
but first i was goin’ through the haze, like a college student
i put my all into it
invested, way before a battle rap check hit
i was out ridin’ dirty, lookin’ for my next flip
12 pulled us over, but they ain’t catch sh*t
searched the chevy truck, flipped the blazer inside out like the fresh prince
dope boys, who i was impressed with
n*gga wanted to be scarface since a baby, like a clef lip
set trip? i’ma swing on n*ggas and let bullets from out the nina hit ’em
they gonna be livin’ rent free inside of saynt (saint’s) dome like katrina victims
scheme on n*ggas, i get to clappin’ out the bucket this is a test
to see how good you do in this battle i’ma judge it
5.56’s with green tips
they gon’ say you passed with flying colors
die for nothin’, i ain’t came for play
you gon’ catch a face shot in long beach
they over the body like, “this ain’t l.a.!”
your face get caved
you may see grey (macy gray) smoke comin’ out, sh*t look like training day
gang ain’t safe, this where the round get dark, rounds will spark
my n*gga geechi already made you tap out like a sink faucet, and that’s my counter part
don’t for*
[round 1: saynt]
this n*gga nitty always building the west, and that’s an honored action
construction works stay improvin’ our streets, and the work is always actin’
the sh*t y’all do make it smoother for us, and i’m applaudin’ that sh*t
cause at the end of day y’all did pave the way but y’all n*ggas blockin’ traffic
but still good looks
this a puncher versus a tall l.a. n*gga, i’m wilt with hooks
one of the best with real sk!ll, but some n*ggas feel i’ma still get cooked
so sometimes you gotta pop out and show n*ggas, like a children’s book
then i came to swing so stand and bang with saynt i’ma great exchanger
yeah this man is great but, this ain’t the first time i’ve been face to face with danger
and he demanding sp*ce but they done placed the alien vers’ a sp*ce invader
so let me be the first, to welcome this n*gga e.t. to earth
i’m honored, you better be peaceful cause we can easily convert to violence
and if he swing, i swerve and dodge him
yeah i made first contact
but it won’t be the alien…the ambulance is the first responder
because that brittney griner sh*t be grindin’ my gears
cause y’all mean what by it?
if you think i’ma get touched and just brush by it, then you’ll makeup for that with a bust eyelid
n*ggas be loud and wrong
but y’all can think what y’all want cause i’m done fightin’
and you know what else is loud and wrong, n*gga?
gun violence!
and who can stop it?
p*ssy, i can shoot you in compton or i can bring the brooms out to phoenix i’m luka doncic
so who the f*ck is you b*tchin’?
manifest destiny, saynt gon’ bring guns to the mission
and when them slugs get to spittin’
you better not jog, if you want to continue livin’
you better use trumps intuition and run with conviction
put a clown in check, have him runnin’ until he’s out of breath
make him dash through az, if y’all want me to show him the alpha, bet (alphabet)
cause i’m with the action
this ain’t no video game, you really dyin’ if yo’ life get to flashin’
i’ll disrespect yo’ legacy
yo’ people cryin’, i’m laughin’
put a phoenix n*gga in a blunt and watch his spirt rise from the ashes
i’m tryin’ to drive you to madness
if you really are insane then we’re about to find out
yeah, somebody tell this “cuckoo” n*gga it’s time to pop out
you can’t be fake crazy to me, cause i’ma test ya
big bullets, hit rum in the chest, that’s pirate treasure
that rah rah don’t scare me cause i can tell they lyin’
i’m strapped up, standin’ on business like the la riots
no more to say
i am not gettin’ k!lled by this boy today
30 clip and that stick got a switch; coi leray
sternum shot, but your spine’ll get hit, now buddy can’t f*ck
yeah i’ma let a bullet fly in ya rib, and f*ck ya plate up
paralyzed from the chest down, who gonna give brody a bath?
now he’s insane and can’t feel sh*t, he’s a psychopathy
n*ggas know i’ma spazz out any moment
i got tourette’s or something
and this 12 for this rn crip, f*ck is you rex or somethin’?
but if i miss shots, i still got a knife, so don’t get near me
cause that’s when saynt’ll (saint) will stab the sh*t outta rum, now he’s the holy spirit
if you f*ck around and wake a demon in saynt, that’s how you get k!lled
i’ll have rum in a box, clean, he ain’t ever been this still (distilled)
this n*gga’s dead
[round 2: rum nitty]
listen to a vet talk
i done really stretched raw, chef dawg, and pushed fentanyl
some of them fiends can’t cope unless they off of they meds y’all
they wakeup to it in the morning like a pop tart, and that’s just to take the edge off
let’s brawl
i’ma cook him flame broiled
the fans lied if they said this look was great for him
what a shame on you
if they said this was gonna be a back and forth like tug*of*war, they was pullin’ game on you
you ain’t noticed? this ain’t endin’ good
i’ma smoke him, throw his body in the ocean, bet i would
after dawg gets stretched, you’ll see (usc) saynt (saint) with the dolphins next like reggie bush
you would’ve got jaw bone stretched
i’m ’bout to send you up to all the fallen legends, this is not no flex
glocks on deck
i came up outta the blue, like a gender reveal, then he seen pop smoke next
not no threat
what is you ’bout?
i done really knocked a few out
they asked me if i wanted to see la with the hands
i told ’em i was too (two) down, hold this l
abort mission
pistol whip with force, split him
his body go numb, joints stiffen
i knock all the feeling (filling) out the death certificate like the mortician
we of course spinnin’
if i’m lookin’ for you, just be safe and hide
you might wanna barricade the doors next, just to stay alive
chains with locks, change the n0bs
switch the security code a gang of times
hit the dead bolts inside next (necks); like frankenstein
say “goodbye”
your little stepper gotta go
i was gonna yolk all y’all little n*ggas up, do everybody cold
but casey dc like, “family, everybody know
there’s no pressure with the bros
but since i gotta give this casey b*tch a look, everybody choked.”
if i catch you then it’s smoke
like, what the f*ck is wrong witchu?
i don’t know why you accepted this battle, i should let a glock hit you
your people gettin’ dropped witchu
but first i’ma start off with saynt (saint)…and so is the hospital
you not a hot n*gga
if it wasn’t for us, you’ll still be a stuck*on*king*of*the*dot*n*gga
ya stock little
you not gettin’ no bread
i was gon’ let you live but figured i’d tip you instead
gun b*tt, pistol whippin’ his head
give him a few dents in his top like a cowboy hat cause i really been (bent) on the edge
i can’t give you no cred cause i’m better than you
even in yo’ city i’m more respected and more accepted than you
that’s not a question, it’s true
a phoenix n*gga that did more for the west than you ever could do
he a clever little dude, but i’ll bury you
welcome to your dog burial
he gon’ say some sh*t like, “off the rip like a mattress tag”, but you can’t tell me that’s not terrible (tear*able)
[round 2: saynt]
i had less than 60 days prep for this n*gga with the cheat codes
i am the future, but don’t need 56 nights to go beast mode
i’m tryin’ to prove i punch just like you, we ken and ryu
yeah, i come in peace, i’m just trying to show the alien i’m nice too
but i’ve got rules
if you get in yo’ feelings, there ain’t no pressin’ me
cause real quick it could go from, “i come in peace” to “may he rest in peace”
am i loud and clear witcha?
bacardi sh*t, tonight, i’ma clear rum cause i’m superior
the people thinking cause they call you “the greatest” that i’ll be fearin’ ya
but i’m from la, all we do is cook goats, it’s time for [?]
but no i’m not the same tier as ya
but if i did work hard and my name could be bigger
so i’ma take some accountability like facebook restrictions
but point guard nitty gave me a clean look and i will not pass
sniper scope, and poor (pour) little rum, in my shot glass

- westworld battle rap lyrics

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