Jey The Nitewing vs. Ru Bando

Lyrics

[Round 1: Jey The Nitewing] Nigga you from Brooklyn? You sure? Couldn't tell by lookin ya tapes over The way I see it, you're only here cause Smack just needed it to make quota They keep sayin', "This a layup." Nah, this shit a layover Jayhova (Jeyhova), sound like the Roc, but this a 'Takeover' I'ma get rid a you Snitch nigga in gen pop, a shoulder bump could be the end of you I don't needa get physical, I got plenty more options That's still as physical, meanin' I'm lookin over ya coffin I mark men, marksmen, where ya war wounds? Harm who? No knife, or a gun, wit' just a pen I could sharp shoot Okay he animated but I'ma mechanic, so either way it's a cartoon (car tune) They said "Bando" I heard "open house", see either way it's a walk thru It's real bad, stompin' out any fight that he still have They'll say he died wit' Honor, if you ask me he might as well have Lil' frail ass nigga, get put to sleep tryna fuck wit' Jey Anybody pass by, "Oh. He just turned 21 today." The MadKing Niggas can only talk tough in a public place "Jey give him a break." Fuck that, they keep givin' him plates And the shit that they give me not even minimum wage I'm fuckin' starvin', and the homeless look, prolly gives it away So it don't matter if he fuckin' trash he still finna get ate Lemme be more clear, the way I see it this warfare Force fear, if the judges pick you, we goin' off air Headlock, he'll lose feelin' in his legs like a lawn chair I'll let him go! But not before I let him know he don't belong here The fuck is this?! Lookin' like his moms dropped him off here Now I'm gettin' upset, you makin' it this far I really didn't expect But now it's gon' take a super Ru (Subaru) just to fit in the test Subaru, this a crash course, and yeah I didn't forget I couldn't even get Strapped In, they knew it's finna be wreck I'll beat you to death Round 1, I ain't done wit' you yet [Round 1: Ru Bando] Question!...that we all know the answer to Ain't you a choke artist!? I see how much it damaged you But you been clean the whole tournament, ever since JayBlac and Hennyman started ampin' you It's Moana...this Samoan nigga needed the hook-up to turn into that animal You PUSSY! This my shit! Y'all got Jey beatin' Bando? Nonsense! Glock spit! In order for you to dodge this Better jump a couple air- You better jump a couple feet in the air: drop kick As far as my last one, they said it was not it So they gave me Wing for nothin': ostrich! I'm at his job quick! 4 to 12 before he done wit' his shift Wit' the shotgun, put the pump to his ribs It's like he workin' a triple when I'm done wit' this bitch I hold it over Nite (overnight), then hit him wit' the double again! Or I catch him while he go in his crib! I'm not jokin'! A dumdum (dumb-dumb) followin' Jey (J): it's a high moment Sleep paralysis: his body still, but his eyes open! Smoke his kid! They like, "Not the child - that shit is outta place." I tell 'em, "Pocket dial": I hit him by mistake Lil' nigga caught in crossfire: this the KKK We not gon' play! I need that money, nigga, so I need to win You ever smoked weed with your chiefin' friends? Well, after I light up Jey (J), never to be seen again! When I see his bitch, dome shot, holdin' her head on some grievin' shit I did your other half bad like a evil twin! It's me and him! SHUT THE FUCK UP, nigga! Don't speak! This body gon' have me sittin' up top: nosebleeds Suite Life of Zack & Cody, aim it at this bitch Now you ahead of the tip then (Tipton): Mr. Moseby It'll be GTA if my bros creep See Jey (CJ), make him block a semi: Grove Street! You don't know me! I'll let four hit him Brain matter, all over the floor and shit Nasty, especially when the morgue get him Wing blood'll be drippin' out the bag: raw chicken Rap, nigga [Round 2: Jey The Nitewing] I'ma be honest nigga, you're not worth three of my rounds In this tournament you clearly got the cheesiest style All I see is a clown, you and I are nothin' the same A poor mans Hitman, just wit' a gun and a name A couple coke flip, periodic dope shit, but none of the pain They don't believe you, Kylie Jenner, ya see through Transparent (trans parent), beat who? The fans don't even need you, to advance I only need two But I brought 3, more like 2 and a babe Bando dried up, it ain't shit he could do for a Jey I should just choke, off bravado I can't lose anyway I am the GOAT Avocado I wrote for Ru in a day (Ruin Your Day) the fuck you gon' say? Nothin' Just stand there and act stupid That's why they see 'Bando' way behind the king, it's trap muzick It's that ruthless You either bankin' on Jey (J) or you glass shootin' I ain't Your Honor, this a different court pressure, adapt to it I'll dap you when you can rap through a round without squeezin' a piece See me I don't needa be shootin' niggas, niggas need to shoot me They only talk that way when they don't mind losin' they teeth Every time you smile it be like the movies when niggas choosin' they seats I'm abusive, that handgun won't do shit Kung fu grip, getcha roof split Pull a piece on me, better use it nigga You hit the lotto this time, cause I'ma do you dirty as shit Even wit' a rifle ya odds are still 30 to 6 You look nervous, that's pussy shit, I gotta problem wit' that So I'll have 'em pourin' out cat litter where ya body was at Nigga who watchin ya back? I say getcha city involved I'll show 'em my countryside when I make Ru stick (rustic) to the wall I son niggas...like "I'm gettin tired a you missin' my calls Where the fuck was you Father's Day?" Fuck around and get Marvin Gaye'd Combination'll have this nigga lookin like Doctor Strange His heart racin', STOP RUNNIN' IN MY HOUSE! Made it stop racin' Fuck Foster care and CPS, I'll let God take him Y'all basic Straight trash get man one off a straight jab Body shot Have 'em workin' on his breathin' like Lamaze class Fuck uncle, I will bend ya wrist back until you say "Dad" You wanna die then I'm wit' it Only my time got a limit Gon' have me feelin' like a deadbeat by the time that I'm finished 'Cause they gon' remember me for sonnin' you, but they'll have to remind me I did it MadKing [Round 2: Ru Bando] Yo, my last opponent was funny as shit So this is where your life change I just battled a D.C. comic...then they give me Nitewing (Nightwing) Bad plan And just like DC Comics, I'mma have Nitewing (Nightwing) tryna get away from this bat, man (Batman) WeGoHard, I got them (Gotham), City! I'm back, fam'! He got bars? Highlight 'em, Jey (MJ): The Last Dance Yo, Smack, man, these niggas is retarded, nigga! Y'all put Nitewing against a nigga that clearly been robbin' (Robin) niggas Your bitch sweet! Samoan jawn, she 6'3"! I'm 5'6" - my monkey ass tryna climb that big tree! She said, "My boyfriend gon' be comin' home, swiftly." I'm not one to beg, I said, "Bitch, please!" She was off the shits, stretchin' her neck like an accordion She tall as shit, gotta tippy-toe on the bed when I dog her shit To make the story quick, she had to stop suckin' 'cause he called the bitch So I stabbed that nigga over the head like a scorpion What's wrong wit' him? She at home watchin' this battle, enjoyin' it! In su casa Sittin' on the same couch that Samoan gave me dumb throat: Umaga! ENOUGH'S ENOUGH! You think 'cause I'm short, I won't FUCK YOU UP!? We could knuckle up I'll put the gun down, nigga...and shoot you wit' the other one! I ain't fuckin' dumb! Y'all niggas got it so wrong! "Bando ain't gon' do shit 'cause bro small" I ain't gotta do NOTHIN'! I got mad niggas waitin' to let that chrome off! It's Facebook: I could end y'all lives wit' a phone call! Hold on! I'm in your apartment, my nigga I found wifey, but I couldn't find your moms or your sister So I cut her up Hit your breast, leg, thigh when I'm sparkin' the Smith n' Put a drum on Wing...and a big box is where they find parts of your chicken I'm so wit' the shits...if I lose, I'mma dump a grip Shoot up the tournament: Above The Rim What the fuck is this!? Y'all got Bando on some other shit! KFC menu: I got Wing on my bucket list! That's Round 2, nigga...the fuck!? [Round 3: Jey The Nitewing] Let's get serious, you know how stupid you been makin us look? You got the fans talkin' 'bout us like we can't even cook N.O.M.E. Ten, and you one name away from the look And on Rookies Vs Vets this nigga ain't even booked Cause they tired of yo' fuckin' ass Name flips, you just button mash But this ain't (Saint) Patrick, more like the day after wit' that lucky trash It's to the point, where even if I choke, you don't fuckin' pass Least wit' the judges decision, you done put the whole staff in a fucked up position It's already been mentioned If I start chokin' I'm just lettin' you finish And they just gon' come up wit' an excuse on why they still had me winnin' Like, "Yeah Bando gave us three rounds, but Jey presence is different." I hope you payin' attention, cause now it's mad overdue Nobody gives a flyin' fuck that I'm battlin' you Everyone who lost before deserves this more, even Honor and Pat didn't lose Sound like they talkin' 'bout 2020 when they ask about Ru Cause wit' all the real sick (Sikh) and the Chaos they'd still take that over you So at this point, I'm just gonna save my fuckin' bars before I feel dumb I got N.O.M.E. in two weeks, every clip I already filled 'em He still tryna win I can't tell, feel like he still done My advice, put down all those gun bars, 'til you've held a real one Cause I know this ain't how Brooklyn do Every time I look at chu, I wanna call Jaz to see if ya mother's tryna look for you My nigga you from Brooklyn Ru, where the fuck is ya pride? You showin' up to every round lookin' like somebody died Like 25 ain't shit to you, you got some better shit to do? What? You, like, 22? Typical These motherfuckin' millennials I better hear you outside apologize durin' ya interview Tonight I'm better than you Next time I expect better from you Mad! [Round 3: Ru Bando] Yo!... You tried to talk about the name flips? Well, you don't choose the brightest of names You play chess? Then you should know, nigga You can't checkmate a nigga wit' just a Nite (knight) and a King You got some nerve, duke! I got some Locs that let a bird shoot! Fool's mate: it ain't nothin' they could do for King after my third move! Now... It ain't-! It ain't nothin' they could do for King after my third move Hold on, y'all It ain't nothin' they could do for King after my third move (*Ru Bando spaces out for a few seconds as he tries to get his focus back; the small but vocal crowd grows restless*) [Jey The Nitewing] Hold it down, hold it down [Ru Bando] It ain't nothin' they could do for King after my third move Now I ain't cocky, but what you said? I lost to Your Honor? Niggas tried me I feel like these fans don't like me It's either that or the Cavaliers is my team He was right, he can choke and do all that But I'ma shoot Jey and they still gon' give King the credit; Kyrie You told Castro "No fine print, just to make it easy for reader (Rita)" Stop please, cause those eyes ain't read (red) nothin': Visine I need that money nigga, if you try to stop me, the hotel gon' be a crime scene Wait 'til he leave, then follow Wing (following) back; IG Aw shit, Bando heatin' up, he in the zone again Nah boy, that nigga really in the zone, it's still Kyrie I see them comments in the chat, so I figured I had to get into a league of my own Let's get it started {chokes} Ayo, let's get it started You said cause I ain't loud my shit be garbage? So cause I don't yell I lost? Cool, (law school) this is Harvard {Bando calls time on himself}