Loaded Lux vs. Rum Nitty

Lyrics

[Round 1: Loaded Lux] What's up Red? What you got on my 40 homie? This for my niggas up north on that jack Mac First Smack back, we got a nigga to back smack Naaah, this the nigga that smack back with the bum payments, slum wages Lookin' at you yesterday I bet your safe haven a weigh station Prolly why you was talkin' to me all dirty in them Spaces Clean house I'ma take y'all (k)night and shine him, I'ma wash y'all little shootin' stars in front of a son (sun) bathin' And I'ma bake him But I'm cold, for this cream, everything go in an ice box Soon as I got the scoop it was Rum Raisin (raisin') Nitty got a gun Oh shoot Just don't hit the messenger I'm in the building whether you elevate or (elevator) step it up I'm the ceilin' A body turned blue got sealed in With yellow tape, stretchin', plus death inchin' up Sent to me to (centimeter) to do a number on, that's a ruler, to whom he don't measure up It's levels to the platform Inform those you sound clever to I set this up I want action Can he make the director's cut? Well I'ma ask him As soon as Jamie Foxx Show Why you in here actin' like you really be gettin' Fancy? Well I'm the main attraction Why wouldn't he be extra, you regular You a blue collar worker in here talkin' like you The Terminator Nigga you was just at the register Where Geechi at? I wanna speak to the manager! Who makin' sure your drawer (you draw) right? How was your Target practice My bad, I messed that up Can we take it from the T-Top? Cause I heard Rambo here was in a Wal-Mart vest up front Cash or credit sir? People come from out of town, you price check 'em huh? Who you gettin' loud with over the speaker for? You soft, your schedule tough But this where you take that one time off You was never a marksman Your Life Eddie and Martin I don't really see the bars, but how many times we gotta hear about the Gun Lines boss? I'm cockin' back the hammer I'm pullin' the trigger...on a scanner That's the bar code You should know the bar code Rap how you roll This what happens when they come for exposure and get exposed You a shooter in battle rap Not out there where the trap is at I just want the people at home to have the facts Now that we've established that You just rap when your choppers chop Don't let Geechi put that battery in your back to get cracked in ya copper top You and JC ain't gonna do nothin' but get popped and locked Cop a squat when the gang ride All you gonna spin is a narrative, you ain't shot the block I'm not ya op' Them killers got real bodies under they belt You ain't put nothin' away but them shopping carts in that Wal-Mart parking lot Kai Cenat You just chattin' Stop the shit I want your real life nigga, not the script, be descript (descriptive) Them punches don't give us answers, River Dancer, you gon' have to kick it up a notch for this What size of mitts that I'm shockin' him wit'? If all Nitty do is punch, then battle rap as a sport for you might not be the pick I should put him in a box, in (boxing) a fit I'm top of the list You done nit pick with the wrong one this time, didn't he? You thinkin' this shit was gonna be all face masks and bubble baths You the underclass punchin' bag, that's just a scab Some will brag like you this big killer 18-wheeler Yeah, cause when you go to deliver all that filler gettin' boxed up How else you gonna stop, load it (Loaded)? Man if you don't keep that shit truckin' past This where we crush the gas Without a CDL I'm a doctor doin' BBL, I'm in here cuttin' ass Just for laughs I ain't even lyrical I'm a conscious nigga findin' out it's all spiritual You a body, I'm just tryin' out material The view aerial but I do burials The fans can vote (devote) all they want Eff the numbers, an Alien can't show God a new miracle (numerical) It's hysterical I baited him and he confirmed, didn't he? I've been Loaded Lux since you sucked on big mama firm titty And it's still my turn Nitty (maternity) I burn cities 'Til you recognize the house back You waited and got dated like a couple that went together in the 80's He out matched Harlem the town, ask about me We battled on the block Don't tell me nothin' about no App you up This a natural born killer whaling (whale) on some farm raised tilapia Cujo in the cage, latch is up Back him up All you is is big punches and haymakers I'm that too plus the body work with the combinations Your story got holes in it, I can see the spaces Like a hockey mask {Lux does the Jason music, while also sounding like he's laughing} Cause every killer y'all thinkin' is next to me is not a Jason (adjacent) No debatin' Ain't no debatin' Ain't no casualties to no pistols you firin' Photo galleries when we picture you slidin', man You know why they made this event private? There's a difference between general raps and when the general raps, private You sittin' by the guide of higher spirits If I could spare it, they say sheriff the town without a sheriff It's not a hearin' (hearing) Listen, it's not snitchin' But you stand to witness when I'm appearin' The atmosphere get etheric Lux a skydiving instructor All that plain (plane) shit is out when I'm airin' I gotta care for the modern era, it's a lotta errors This why this Smack vet do errands I done accessed new clearance (nuclear) I gotta talk to a nigga like that bathroom mirror These my sons, man Looking up at the sun flarin' his eyes knowin' when alive he could never get near it Just wear it You know a Phoenix gotta die to rise, right Arizona? So stop comparin' Cause you don't know what state the God he in (guardian), that's apparent (a parent) It's a brawl in Alabama, you gotta cheer (chair) up So what we lost that Caffeine hype, nigga that's life He dies, you showcase it, that's how it writes Stop cryin' 'bout the lyrics let's dance Somebody gotta move the body like Shakira Pallbearer, I'm too advanced Don't nobody care about Rum punches but ya drunk unc' at the cookout holdin' the red cup up Bout to pour- Got to switch up like some Michael Jackson skin Before and after pics, you be blackin' but still pale in comparison The nerve of you askin', "Who the culture got?" Look here Robocop You here to hold the spot The fans is picturin' me and Hitman nigga, who this photo op', man? They gon' post cropped ya top in the next debate It's just another kid findin' out Santa Claus and wrestlin' fake man But I believe the children are the future Teach 'em well and let them lead the way [Round 1: Rum Nitty] {Lux impression} "The spinal fracture back to do work like a chiropractor My disc slippin' Well let me realign you back into a time...when it was slim pickings on gym fitness, I hope you can dig it Cause you up here takin' a risk (wrist) tryin' to make the cut Well I got news (noose) for ya They waitin' on the lines I kick the chair Somebody should've told you to hang it up but I'm gonna give you this work and You gon' do the job I already told you nigga once If you put me on the rooftop with Mr. Suicide, we already know who's finna jump" I'm finna roll you niggas up Y'all don't learn 'Til you at his funeral service cryin' out to God so hurt Even the pastor gonna be choked up readin' Genesis 1; that's all first verse I'ma kill him, and go to prison, do all my term Get straight through that sentence like a highlighter, you can mark my words Let me start my verse Cause I ain't even heat up yet, the heat up next Warning shot, let it fly over Loaded (overloaded) like Aaliyah jet Show me respect Cause I ain't one of these rookies from the Spaces From 2013 I've been cookin' on these stages How he looked at as the greatest? Only come out one a year like a birthday candle And I've been puttin' on for ages You don't say shit But let y'all tell it, "Beloved the GOAT", God tier, one of the top sellers Escorted Deontay Wilder to the ring, we was all cheerin' Next time a box will (boxer) get walked out by you will be a pallbearer I saw killings Pops gone, I got dead homies, I wish I could see my moms livin' I'm God fearin' Sometimes I talk to myself like, "Look at you emotional", cause I done really lost niggas And all that I got left is to stare at they photo on the wall, the large picture Let me talk witchu They gave me one rule "All that punchin' ain't gon' cut it. You gon' have to body Loaded with substance", like a drug mule I got a ton, fool Get murdered urgent, I'm sure you heard it I said, "Body Loaded like a drug mule" Cause you about to Get This Work in person I'm never gon' play, not a second I waste We can take this shit down to the wire, like electrical tape Leave you brain dead, comatose, for several days People askin', "Where 'Everything Healthy' at?" - in a vegetable state I step with the greats, you can't tell me, "He's the GOAT" This bitch gotta dress up and still can't hold it down, like Marilyn Monroe This is ether He only do that shit to get noticed, this bitch a diva For his next (necks) bit- Dracula...you gotta listen cleaner Next (necks) show- massage therapist, a tension (attention) seeker My pen is cleaner I've been through hella wars PTSD keep me paranoid but I'm ready for it, we settle scores You want smoke, tell a boy, we'll teleport Pull up on the corner, like a TV dinner, but it's Healthy Choice Peep the metaphor, I'm dead nice I drop bombs you can't even connect, you can't compare types That's the problem People really confusin' shadow boxin' with air strikes Don't you dare try, save that noise I'm so serious I don't even gotta raise my voice You gonna make me drop the gun and use the blade by choice Knife Loaded, swipe Loaded, slay y'all boy Slice Loaded, dice Loaded, I think I made my point What's the chaos for? I'ma embarrass him, then bury him Glock, modified to a fully, we blitz areas He had a Boost and then it was Crickets, it gets scarier Sprints won't be mobile again cause we switch carriers Jab! You don't got lines like that, supportin' actor Jab! The GOAT got the poles (polls/pose) in the air, it's a Jordan statue Jab! I'ma pill (peel) pop, that's the plan Beas' (Plan B), they goin' to be mourning (morning) after Overhand! I can picture Loaded in the Cloud like a storage backup Backup, cause this ain't even ground That one nigga you always keep around that be speakin' loud gon' catch a heated round Then he get found At the bottom of the ocean floor by reef Lux, (reflux) you better try to keep it down What he about? I met niggas, that got locked, hit the yard and became well killers It's no help given We talkin' 25 with an L, he killed the man in the cell and they gave him a braille written That means they bumped it up to a death (deaf) sentence What you gon' say? Smack got me in 360 deals, not knowin'? I'm battlin' little names gettin' little change that's why my lil' stock lowered? I didn't put my Foot down that last time and you ran real Miles on us? How lately Rum been gettin' watered down, but somehow I still got Loaded Hit the crib, slide on him Crash in with the goons, drag you to the room Tie dawg (dog) up in front of the kids, it's an animal balloon Them little bastards get it too You gonna see them die in the flesh So turn ya head, try not to look Loaded; sobriety test And you followin' next They finna lose you too You laid up in a hospital, can't even move you through They gotta feed you through tubes He paralyzed, can only function in his mind like Ray's Boom Boom Room The tools shoot through him, I had the gun smokin' I can empty everything in the clip just in one motion Unloaded, laid out, witcha blood flowin' How the fuck is they gonna get the large picture, when you can' get up Loaded (uploaded) You done Loaded You can't keep it- [Round 2: Loaded Lux] And you just keep gettin' away with this shit It's pure robbery You wacker than a hit from a mob beat, this shit is ungodly How can you put all that conviction into that fiction, like that man? It's beyond me It just don't hold my soul, it don't pump wit' the heartbeat You can't talk down to real kings 'bout crowns wit' false teeth Man brace (embrace) yaself, that don't make the cut They think you sharp, me? What I'm 'posed to draw from a nigga straight lyin' (line) That's not a Harvey? At best that's an erasable Sharpie This a one on one you bring ya whole Family to the Feud Son, Think Like A Man if you gon' be on top shinin', that's Steve with the baldy But this how you come across Peep "Drive-by, never-ending cycle Ghostrider on the Harley The stick out, ketchup stains at an all white party Get Out Jordans peel (Peele) when I shoot, or the pick out Questlove afro from The Roots" Man, this what this shit 'bout? Well here's some truth man Rum, you tough like...I don't know A man tryin' to get used to callin' his son "pretty" That's all a one tricky pony he molded as a life for the wife and the young kitty That want Disney They come through the airport, see the billboards, we in the city Of Orlando They put you in the shack (Shaq) and told you to make Magic (Johnson) with that He missed the point, and funny This ain't never been a harder way (Hardaway) to get the little one Pennies I knew you was gun silly, but this ain't the shot What you forgot? You took a whole 720 deal and thought Cause your spending was doubling this was hustlin' Bum Nitty, you gotta stop Ya tumblin' man The shit they makin' you go through, "Rum" gotta be short for "rummage" Your name should be synonymous with a nigga who ain't got it When every dollar spent you acknowledge him Example, just go wit' it Ehhhh, it may seem like a small thing but it's no Biggie man I'm talking, you down to lint balls, pause, no Nitty Y'all niggas be actin' real fucked up man, no Nitty You talkin' way outta pocket youngin', no Nitty It's been hard on the family lately, unc' broke down today, pause, no Nitty Phoenix, these the type of players y'all got representin' the city I'ma straight son (Sun) 'em Cornell, you been corny This the cornball, the big bunion You been cold frontin' For the win (wind), chill out, this nigga ain't gon' shoot the breeze We didn't need no live stream discussion to see you behind a Drac' (Drake) is a big act (Ak), nigga please man The creatives waitin' They wanna see me talk about how you been stealin' my greatness And taking from other creators the natives forgot You GrindTime, King Of The Dot stages to get the wages, I saw the plot Wait man ( a minute) First it was SONS, L.S.C., Writer's Bloque, Team Homi, E.F.B All you missin' is the big boat or some waves kid How many crews (cruise) you been on more than white women in their middle ages, man? So called, trigger bracin' Outlaw, drawin' on everything, then we found out the nigga tracin' You copied the whole layout from young Blood Blueprint on your maintenance You're not an architect, you art collect, you robbin' just confiscatin' No, you a con' for skatin', with a nigga whole demonstration The hand gestures and the faces he makin' You're A.I. generated Android ass nigga, you imitatin', you emulatin' You a mimic, straight simulation, I think you fakin' Revelation I saw how that battle with Donte went, the altercation So when you sayin' the sticks is drummin', you just playin' Oh you just bangin' for a plate then How did I miss the symbols (cymbals)? They gave you bands for Roc(k) and when it kick off you just basin' You a stepper alright nigga Twork ain't teach you nothin'? Purses is the only thing you should be worryin' about clutchin' Always talkin' this strap, nigga ya strapped for fundin' You ain't gon' touch nothin' but ya ribs ya broke bitch, ya bluffin' "The Alien gon' up it" Fuck it let's get abducted Off top, I put everything you build under construction, short stop I'm a sure shot You with a Loaded gunman, and went to punch it' E.T.'s crash landin', 'bout to get his whole ship busted, I'm destructive Cold blooded, when there's smoke, can't back out like the rear muffler Ear hustler Gotta muzzle it, it's car troublin', I put you on a flat bed in Harlem Hospital Yeah I told 'em, we rumbling This humblin' When you got to bring a nigga down to Earth to ya higher intelligence, I be dumbin' "It was all lookin' up like a space cadet"- 'and it wasn't What you wanted? Nigga this that one on one in the dungeon You can't run to the crowd, you sold it But ain't nothin' solid about the scripts you publish I lift the cover Line for line get laid flat, the fans can't pump it You gonna run outta gas without some substance Nigga, I'm layered like an onion, homeslice Type, food for thought you ain't bred (bread) to break off a piece of em (him) Brick oven Which of 'em? They swear Rum could cook, but it's missin' lovin' And I couldn't wait to see you like a distant cousin, nigga Home front need structure When the phone buzzin' 'til the ring A fighter hear the bell, hop, up for the bag and it turn out to be luggage Pack 'em up, your career's sufferin' Nigga you ain't ballin', reality shows, Iman Shumpert Nigga, shit used to be jumpin' The Geechi put you on like a sweater You can use Every Fuccin' Bar from your team Danny Myers, JC, nigga ChatGPT, whoever I'm like, "Whatever." I'm too clever Don't nobody splice it better, I've been nice forever Ain't gonna be no cool run ins (Cool Runnings) with these youngins despite the era (error) They bobsled teams, when it's time to slide they all gotta go right (write) together Now they want to jump him, cause I'm big voiced David Ruffin they English muffin Pounds on 'em like a Brit', figures He got all the tea but ain't gettin' to the crumpets Nigga, you lunchin' With your Five Guys on your side, punk you chicken with the nugget Small fry, you little munchkin Kermit The Frog lookin' muthafuckin' here with The Muppets Them E.F.B. niggas ain't gon' do nothin' For you but stand in the background Look at 'em, and blend in with the production Smack gon' watch his server get wiped, the program ain't runnin' It's no wonder He ain't got trouble shootin' (troubleshooting), his chips are down How can he even function? Your bitch is funky, the kids is hungry He on stage, all day, flippin' names, but can't flip no money What happened? Lincoln, Jackson, Jefferson, Grant, Benjamin Franklin You didn't have nothin' for that? Bum Nitty Fuck ya soliloquys nigga We all gotta work and pay village fees I could care less about how much you dress like a 90's Wu-Tang member He ain't no Killer B's (Beas') Just cause Hitman passed him a little Chrome .22, I'ma get through him with ease (Eaz') I'm to B.I.G. for these little C's (Lil' Ceas) I'm mountain tall, they been countin' small Rum out here lookin' like the last call for alcohol Fake nigga, you gonna die broke in the casket You a magician with a hat trick You still got bunny ears out of all that cappin' nigga Yous a waste of my mothafuckin' time nigga [Round 2: Rum Nitty] I think I can be the GOAT if I'm focused I done gave y'all classic performances and so many moments Against some of the coldest opponents Truthfully I wanted to kill Mook first, cause bro just be trollin' I would've overly smoked him You would've seen me shoot a murder (Murda) on cam' like Brandon Lee, it wasn't even supposed to be Loaded You know this shit over, you get what you give You didn't even catch the double I just did when I said, "Murda on Cam" But It Is What It Is, on my kids He should stop tryin' That old ass hoodie don't mean he cannot die Fans cappin', really out here actin' like the grey matter but let me give you a piece of my mind I'm top five, and I don't play 'bout my pay I've been in situations just prayin' that we make it back safe I done sent weight to each state, I done put work on the New York strip like Worcestershire sauce I can't even say what's at stake (steak) Life made me that way, but I'm no one's idle I told my kids, "Do as I say. Not as I do I won't misguide you or leave you lonely either." It's black fathers leaving mothers every day, there's no denial They ditch they sons, just hit and run like Holiday Heart but I broke the cycle Loaded rifle I up this bitch, 100 clip Punishment, pummel shit, it spit fast like Pun and shit No pun in this Steal blowin' Peel (pill) Loaded with iron, it's a supplement I'm really from this shit I know niggas that before they ride they get loaded and snort a line Young niggas And when the shorties slide they get the shortest time Bein' they were fortified they're doin' four to five They picked the homie up for the homicide he told 'em lies They even had surveillance footage He just prayin' they don't rewind it and find it there's more to find I'm mortified Tell this avid diva I'llpull up straight where he stay In a mood for doom My guns snug, I don't even think you can relate He said, "it's evil to live backwards", that's some lame shit to say Well I'll pop out the Civic holdin' the SKS at eye level, cause this could go the same either way Hold up, you may get it late I said, "pop", "Civic", "SKS", "eye" "level", they all go the same either way I'm dangerous, don't play This for my niggas in Hell Waitin' on mail and ain't got they bail yet Gettin' swole in the cell Doin' full sets in jails (gels) like a nail tech I know they felt that You tryin' to escape the hood life still To foot my bills it was fake prescriptions, they thought they had a good price deal I got 'em, them ain't even the real OxyContin's Smartie, they just look like pills My dope, had the fiends feelin' it They were stackin' cans for change, tryin' to get a refill of it Some would donate blood, sell (cell) to the plasma center like screen mirroring The streets serious We try not to become what we seen Battle rap saved a lot of lost niggas that was stuck in the streets You created something elite I was a student of Grey Hoodie Lux, I really studied his speech He was the teacher, you don't gotta ask (Axe) if I was under the wing, it's no Secret So watch as I turn up a Degree From 902 to 903 You 'bout to see me hit my highest point, I'm a punchin' machine You 'bout to get all the smoke And take so many punches the fans yellin' (get off the rope!) Tell V12 I murk niggas Get rid of the body, put him in the dirt, he in the Earth missin' The lookin' for him on the worst mission Have you on the website for missin' persons Puttin' V12 in the search engine We work different This your top 5 vet? He not quite prep I don't even get why you be sayin' 'Talk Dirty' when you ain't had a hot line (hotline) yet How he the best? I think cuz hella lame I'm 'bout to put it all in your catcher's mitt, you say stuff hella strange Straight up sellin' game Tryin' to sound smart like, "It's in my molecules to get at 'em (atom)" You make up everything I don't ever play When I heard I had Lux I had to rethink Fans told me I needed to be in mean shape Hit the mountain so I can breathe straight Protein shakes, lean steak, show restraint for weeks straight I told Daylyt, "I'm cook 'Everything Healthy' so much, he probably gon' need a cheat Day'" Please play I get to creepin' with this lil' Glock Catch the two liters (leaders) in high altitude, now this ringin' in ya ears, Pop Killshot If you ever test me, you'd be dead already I pull somethin' with a hairpin, it's light triggered, like epilepsy I'm forever ready You know your fam' don't rap and you man don't slack Fuck Lux, he sent Pop back Now he gon' have to stand on that Rap [Round 3: Loaded Lux] I'ma clip these niggas in all venues This where war gets you Remember before the battle I asked you for that Wal-Mart job application...cause I'm 'bout to mop the floor witchu And if you kick the bucket, my shift continues I'm chefin' a body, if you don't get the menu Well it's perspective prolly The levels I be leapin' you can't reach to perceive it with a weak Wi-Fi receiver if your mental connection foggy Copy? It might make the message choppy Damn near top secret- tell everybody You the pick that pushed me Why wouldn't I get my lick back? pussy Backpacker Who couldn't get to the duffle bag We from the original SMACK chapter, App rapper You make me look wack to have to tell a chick I'm battlin' Rum Nitty, Hitman backup And her ask me, "Who that?" after The fact that you're not even a factor to tear through But this what God tier do, nigga Die for even havin' the thought, I dare (idea) you Act like you don't know who the truth is This is exclusive It get abusive, I even tried hittin' Ozempic, I won't lose it You confusing the me that went to preach and give a speech I weeded out the sativa leaf to get relief They 'bout to see the end of cuh' (Indica) He in Hell (inhale) But Heaven knows (nose) he in my house, I'm just makin' him the center piece Disrespectin' the penmanship, there's penalties You just rhymes nigga, technique, ability My scribes describe, breach what's discrete, disguised I should get metaphysics, physically You finicky I put symmetry to the imagery I'm tryin' to draw the line- nigga I'm out front like a Widow's Peak You don't know a producer this hungry, I ain't skip a beat Slap the Mario coins out this lyin' nigga teeth to jog his memory They lined you up to dry and I'ma ring him out like a Sonic the Hedgehog injury He on bended knee I don't care if you write (right) more than spellcheck, nigga You goin' under the wing like El Chapo findin' out no bail set (no bell) The way you out here talkin' like a sales rep You better be nice with them hands like a nail tech I can smell threats, make it known Rum, put the gin aside (genocide) it's 'bout to get worse than what Israel did to Palestine He think he home Til I dock the, spaceship by the taxi spot The Alien out here lookin' like an astronaut And can't nobody on the stream defend it I seen your business it seems offensive To think he pimpin', lettin' people pump this "He's all about the culture" What y'all deem commitment is interestingly enough, just a means of interest I mean (Amin) your new found Ace was hot for you, fever pitchin' 'Bout how you, be assisting all the victims that's dyin' to get in the game Bleedin' the benches, is this what they bumpin'? But I'm a "clench the series" type of nigga though Why I care about who on the sideline suckin' they teeth is clenchin' Just for mentions This some bullshit you tryin' to make a play off (playoff) And it's gonna be season endin' It's not a game nigga You back slidin' out on payments Skippin' out on obligations You wasn't thinkin' 'bout how that other league event went? Fees, expenses, deeds unmentioned Uhhh, how the fuck they couldn't keep you locked in? You ain't never been in a key position Co-star, you just felt free to mention That Troy gotta screen intentions, Beas' a witness You gotta show Chico the cheat code on the cheat sheets you gettin' But keep forgettin' They think you makin' offers No nigga you takin' orders, we work different You gotta ask, I tell Smack what I need per mission (permission) Ebony know Harlem over everything (h.o.e.) You'se a hoe, nigga Yeah I hear y'all connection Bluetooth All the while you tryin' to air (ear) the plug; stoop stoop That's why I know she the only big Hustle you knew was in a sleeping bag with your Yogi Bear aye Boo Boo You'se a Goof Troop She said you ain't shit, but good at eatin' ass like it's in the food group Cuz, you even did it while she was a SuWoo Chill gang I'm still neutral to this new truth 'Bout how you can't even keep it real yourself You out here rockin' fake Jordans with the cheesy tags, that's what you do You're usual And you beat for cash not from YouTube, I'm gon' whoop yo' ass Live Pay-Per-View proof Gettin' home delivered Mr. turn hopes to shivers, broke his vision It'll line you like you folded picture You thought this shit was all pretty waters, flowin' rivers I'll walk a nigga down, it's motion sickness Road collision I'll knock the cool out ya bop nigga Buckle his whole agenda Tonight, yo' bitch gon' talk to you like an older sister In sober centers Somebody get over here and tell Hustle to hold her liquor Nigga, are you Insane? Tellin' me how I got a game Of power that empowers, I let down my guard and trust 'em It was after the Aye Verb battle I looked at you, you started blushin' Comin' up to me, tellin' me how much I influenced your becoming Yada yada, somethin' somethin' I wanna thank you so much Beloved Then you get in here and talk like you woke up out of a coma all of a sudden It's fresh concussions, I'm just adjustin' Cause I'm no florist, but I saw it, how you gave me my flowers with hidden colors It's what I read (red), cause who doesn't? (dozen) Like don't say (Doce), you don't say? But on the subject History shows a rose'll (Rosa) will get you parked (Park) for frontin', nigga bust (bus) it I texted you, "bet", what you read? B.E.T. or somethin'? Entertain me or not man When the pride on a Crippy's shoulders was all chippy but he iffy It's sticky, Loaded on a card like a Giphy, he picky As the NFL on Draft Day When there's money in it but he feel he (Philly) Could lose to every Buck in there (buccaneer) I saw it knock the fun out of Gilly Your chances, Cate Blanchett But plant as if they Pun/Biggie, ya dumb skinny Hip Hop Is Real I thought me and Mook set the bar when we discussed Remy Nah, y'all talked all this Rum Nitty then brung Henny How much can he metal with my reign (rain), I don't let the rust get me Sun City, gang member At heart you a fun hippy Lookin' like Lil' Smitty with the drug kitty I know a (Eric) Holder when I see one, you shitty cuz, really I said I was gonna beat the diarrhea down this nigga leg Aw man that's enough to freak out like a drunk Diddy You just props for the desktop And the mobile screens Keyboard warriors on the social feed I don't believe I know my team This shit get thick we gon' shake like Ovaltine Nigga I don't believe, you into all that Your war batch more matched line for line, you know, call backs You a hard back, these dog scraps Like the nigga I whipped before you but aye, these are the Car Fax (facts) I've never seen you in a picture without a hat Nigga you all cap With the bald patch That's a bar gap Beloved 3 in stores too And I drop joints on you like Ong-Bak I will battle anyone on the card with this hand of Jesus nigga Don't you ever throw rocks at the sun (You can't reach it) [Round 3: Rum Nitty] Aye! You an outsider They said he was better when he went by "Pop", niggas couldn't out rhyme him He was really outside every 'bout fightin' So fuck a costume, this bitch gotta go back to bein' "Pop" like Ms. Doubtfire Let me talk to the vulture that was once considered a leader but then got Hollywood on us You spent most of your career dodgin' the soldiers, not givin' shots to opponents You got lost in the moment That's the reason why Rex, ICE and niggas like Hollow is GOATed You wasn't even a warrior on your own league like Arsonal showed it On camera he put on this act cause the audience on him Don't keep that same energy when he Offset knowin' you fathered the culture (Kulture) You got absent on ya seed But only to return when you seen what battle rap actually could be You like that deadbeat father that came back around when his son got drafted to the league Let Pastor Nitty preach Open up a chapter How many of us lost brothers have you actually tried to save in real life knowin' that we damaged? When you battled Tsu Surf did you pull him to the side and give him some of that knowledge? Or was it only for the camera? You playin' with us, we know You would've thought a Harlem nigga that was Paid In Full like Ace would've tried to save him from that RICO But it's only for the Cam' How are you not ashamed? Out here callin' niggas "bad fathers" like it's all a game And we never seen you in the same room wit' yo' son; Mama Payne Dawg a lame He all for fame Be off the 'cane A coat thief Shall I proceed (pro seed)? Bronny James You do a lot of sucka shit, disguised as other men Are you a Farrakhan, Brother Polite or Charleston White? Cause I (eye) was wonderin', I don't fuck wit' him You can't lie to me Actin' like you some pro black activist on your Panther tip that fight for peace Why don't you jump in all black, fight police? You wasn't protesting for George Floyd Our people really in dire need (kneed) Open your eyes and see, he's a snake in fact You need your spirit healed, I'm tryin' to fix pop's soul (popped sole), like a VaporMax I hate ya raps You do a lot of random shit Against Calicoe it was a three piece and Jordan 12's Nigga you can't match a fit? You some tacky bitch Nigga had on a suit and taxi's like The Pursuit Of Happiness Savageness This man be trollin' He be gettin' up there lookin' like Huey Newton, niggas just laugh at Loaded I don't know why the Black Panther went out like that on stage for (4); Chadwick Boseman I have to smoke him I'ma do him bad for y'all I'm GOATed So you gotta be one brave man Loaded, like a human cannonball After all, what I now notice is takin' a picture of Calico's ass wild brodie I had to tell him now I figured the only reason you kept the file Is cause you wanted to be down, Loaded (downloaded) Wow brodie You kept the pic and then you shared the shit That make me think 'Everything Healthy' downlow, like a food pyramid We got tools in the whip, on high alert These switches? Illegal, you gotta know where to buy it first Like fireworks Most of the shit I got, not even allowed (a loud) Pop like these silencers When it's time for work? Fuck a hater I won't argue, I'ma pop the trunk for starters, like jumper cables Mom at the gravesite cryin', "They took my baby" At the tombstone, drop to her knees like The Undertaker You fuckin' crazy? What's the problem with niggas? If we would've battled on a buildin' he would've probably quit it I mean try fightin' and bow out, on the roof top like Lottery Ticket Bombin' on niggas, this .40 open up Stomach shot, 'Everything Healthy' spillin' out, it's a cornucopia I'm smokin' cuz I put a bullet in your top tight I got a workout routine like Lux too, I do pullups at the stop light You all hype, jump if ya want I have ya body missin' They haven't found cuz in a month, they persistent though They ain't givin' up on the hunt If you know anything about the Apollo stump, then your Lux (lucks) in the trunk You'll get slumped Most of your opponents, you 30'd (3-0) But the last two won (2-1) Loaded It's like comparin' 30 Nits (Nittys) to one Loaded I told him, "I'ma grab the 30 clip to unload it" You done Loaded You don't believe me I'll show you All three I'm goin postal When it comes to the rooftop I got the Juice, I ain't even gon' hold you I told you You can't keep it real yourself-