Rum Nitty vs. Ace Amin

Lyrics

[Round 1: Ace Amin] The shit he write down, it be so amazin' when you read it But have you ever seen a nigga shot so many times it amazin' that he breathin'? Niggas actin' like it ain't no afterlife but that shit made you a believer He need a transfusion, but the only one that know his blood type is the pavement where he leakin' You get desperate, you say, "Take a pint of mine" take it if he needs it Save him and he bleedin' Have you ever met Death? After my first encounter, this Alien would've been beggin' for them to take him to a leader (liter) You would've been stuck in awe I'm not even suppose to be here, the ops didn't do they fuckin' job When I got his call, I immediately removed the serial from every gun I saw I thought I hit the lottery They told me I had a Quarter on the card, I just knew I was supposed to scratch somethin' off I'm fuckin' off You in H-Town today, this ain't Arizona, this The Spiderverse you Miles away Get taped and bound today He gonna feel right at home when I throw him in the trunk Yeah, cause now The Alien is out of (outer)space Ride around wit' Ace You can't phone home and I'ma drive this joint for you They say The Alien sittin' on bars like E.T. ridin', right? Well it's lit from this point forward Do one for me Who this dude truly is that's in blue before me Before I was all in the mix I was a star with The Knicks, I went Ewing on 'em Switchin' loads, doin' laundry, spinnin' more, and stoppin' a Civil War, you can lose an ARMY Maneuver raw? We were movin' on him Burnin' money, I will torture rack, and that's why I kept a Luger on me Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up I said, I'm just tryin' to introduce myself to The Alien And if that don't work, the first contact gon' do it for me I said I got a few things to call you on; Cornell Powell Why your stories don't involve your dawgs? Huh? You might keep a pistol akh, and a Little Rock, but I really ain't sure where you at, like the state of Arkansas Movin' on to war, it goes on and on It's on sight, ain't no on and off Wal-Mart nigga, I got a question Have you ever had one of your Targets robbed? That's why I never drive-by you get walked up on I learned this from John John The Don I swear to God, before I take this shot, I'ma get closer to Powell (Pau) than Marc Gasol I'll mark ya all I said, these ya homies? Whoever fuck wit' 'em, I'ma make it so his house isn't fun to be Cause ain't none of you niggas safe when shit is up wit' me If I'm tryin' to put Rum in a barrel like Captain Morgan's, this nigga bet' not have a lick of (liquor) company Who told this bitch to fuck wit' me? Ain't nobody say this yet? You took punchin' from [?] a punch [?] and a birthday lick and you made it yes But what I can't respect, is a Crip that don't give us that feel Which I guess you can't really expect You do the same exact shit over and over; Fan Duel You just stick with the safest bet But you get main events, paid respect, major checks But to the next phase of battling GOATs and greats, you ain't made it yet You got one of the biggest fan bases, yet, you Rasheed Wallace, we don't know shit 'bout his bitch ass but blazin' TECs (Blaze' and techs) I think MRIs and X-rays is next We don't feel you cause you haven't shown nobody where your pain is yet You remember Deontay Wilder versus Tyson Fury? We don't give a fuck how strong the punches are if the audience can't connect We get paid respect Until then, it's fuck a punch, these feet we usin' Fuck a punch, O-Red teeth removin' I'll lean a cuz, he leakin' fluid Fuck a punch, 'til his features ruined Stompin' ya man Stompin' ya man This shit look like I'm startin' a band for Sweet Chin Music It get gruesome every time When I think about the shit I done did I lose my very mind I start feelin' like Travis Scott and Kendrick Lamar, Houston I get the 'Goosebumps' (Every time!) You punch in battles for oohs and aahs I punch niggas in real life, you can view the scars You call yourself "No Let Up", "Cuz Webb", "Baphomet", all that shit is super odd Yeah, the only name that fits you is "The Alien", cause you leave Earth every battle but don't nobody really know who you are Now rap you bitch ass nigga Say somethin' to me [Round 1: Rum Nitty] Off the rip believe he dyin' A clean sweep, 3-peat (He got the cheat sheet rhymin' They said The Alien sittin' on bars like E.T. ridin') Nigga I will First 48 and A&E ya Stainless Nina Shooters will slide in the grayest Kia Don't got to pay them neither But if I send $6,843 (6000*843) then I mean goodbye, like a pager beeper Blaze the heater Chopper with the tail cut Burnin' shit, like a Cerberus, it's a Hell pup 12 dump, from a shotgun See you on the other side, like a mail truck Better keep your tail tucked You could've got murked, be happy you (k)not on a shirt like a jail punk Air somethin', with this tool I tote Run up on ya whip, catch you and your bitch, shoot y'all both Let two off close I might even up the K on your youngin' (Yungeen) Ace, I don't care 'Who I Smoke' Do you got smoke? [Ace] No [Rum] Just leave it in the streets All that extra shit you be doin', try that shit wit' me I'll lift and squeeze Bulldog to the bully, show him I'm a different breed Pistol whip his cheek, split his teeth This can'll (cannon) crack a (cracker) face like Twisted Tea Make all you niggas bleed That's how I play Leave ya body, leave ya body outside laid Hit the crib for a minute, then I'm back out the cut like a southside fade Or, I might pull up to the house y'all stay Known to scheme if you holdin' ki's .40's squeeze Headshot if you don't hand over that coke to me It go through his dome with ease I'm sayin', as soon as it exit from out ya brain, you gon' release the dope Amin (dopamine) One mo' will squeeze Slug blastin', hit the person next to you wit' a shotgun Pump action Cuz gaspin' Ace bandages ain't enough for the blood splashin' They gonna be fillin' ya patna wounds with cotton balls...stuff Happens I did see that one battle, you over-snapped Against Ty Pretty? I'm glad you exposed that man But you were supposed to smoke his ass Middle of the stage Get pretty in the Range (Pretty & Deranged); like Doja Cat It's over; facts Closed curtains, pole burstin' Let six toss, nigga better Sprint off; no service Cold murder, pistol whip, 'til Amin crack like a Stone burger The show's over Aye, when I first heard I hit Ace Amin, I really hit the gym up I wasn't frontin' I ain't duckin' nothin' I hit the treadmill, runnin' runnin' Inclines, 100 of 'em I went from eatin' fried pork bellies to stomach crunches Let me ask this Muslim somethin' I wonder why, you out here tellin' people you don't gamble, drink alcohol, or eat pork We all know that stuff a lie (Allah) You wanna die? Be careful patna, air a chopper Three clap, send 'em right through Amin (a mean) hat, like Harry Potter Prepare for drama Don't get me amped You'll get the hands before you get to trippin' fam' This a rival gang, an away team won't even get the chance You goin' for Ace? This ya man? Get split in half Pull out them B.L.A.D.'s like Jay-Z and Jigga fan I've been the champ You can't keep it real yourself- go ahead [Round 2: Ace Amin] I said in battle rap? You kill whole families, no regard for fuckin' kids In real life? You go home to four children and tuck 'em in In battle rap? You 6'5", all the toughest niggas run from him In real life? You not even 5'6" my nigga, you the most trusted friend In battle rap? His homies go in drive-bys, he jumpin' in In real life? He jump out the car, like Tre from Boyz N The Hood, and that's why I can't let ya punchin' win Nigga, tuck ya chin I wasn't on his hitlist, make this the biggest hit then 'Keep Rollin''; Limp Bizkit His homie KG, but he don't sell big tickets He wanted Murda, got a murderer, that dig ditches Sticks lifted Rifle smoke, then do the Dash with the boat; 'Big Pimpin'' He went from Calicoe to Ace Amin, that's a big difference One nigga? He be out this bitch skinny dippin' The other nigga? He'll put a red dot on ya forehead; either way it's six bitches Bitch listen, I used to have to walk to 1st with free base I'd rather get caught layin' in somebody's surveillance than layin' behind police tape I keep a big ass broom for this beef, you don't wanna win this sweepstakes Cheapskates, I had to pick up magazine, so I could buy my shoes from EastBay Caught my case in a peak state Fight nights to reach day Nigga you wanted to see the light ('Lyt), you was battlin' to reach Day' When you was in Phoenix takin' over, like Jean Grey I was down and out, standin' out for count Countin' down each day When he don't like what a league say, he tag another league page These weak plays You got a nigga that complain about a battle drop verse a nigga that didn't complain about a release date Niggas seem fake, and you took from Nu Jerooz style, we know what the fuck had happened A bunch of habits, you know, the growly voice, shaky hands, writin' like him, a bunch of habits A touch of Magic You get on stage and perform with the dramatics Everybody knows what you did with Twork's shit man it's so obvious That's how the fuck this happened Yeah, niggas wasn't surprised when we got this call Cause they already know that you stole Summer Madness The fuck has happened? Nigga hide ya face, when you do good in battle rap, it's your style they decide to take That's what happens when you establish great value Rum, just ask ya man Elijah Strait You can't hide from Ace Before you had all these designer clothes, Yak Man had you fitted like you was signed for sure For a small check, dawg dressin' like a 9 year old Cash appeals, his whole brand was dyin' slow Every battle I watch this nigga with tees from Al Kapone Now I'm up here puttin' a cig' (Sig) in ya shirt cause I hate when niggas advertise and smoke You was thirsty for the look For $500 you was the first person that they booked You should've been starin' in a mirror You would've been had Conceited by now if you was just only worried about ya looks Get 30'd by a crook I said, he was a Crip that joined Writer's Bloque for five minutes Then was 4th Quarter, Team Homi, that was a side mission When he joined EFB, I had to buy extensions I'ma tell you why he different Cause he the type to switch teams like five times I'm the type that buy my team five switches You supposed to lead and not follow This nigga Rum be gettin' passed around like everybody put in on a bottle My foot is on the throttle, and you can't touch none Nigga you on everybody battle rap group as a plus one Plus Rum, don't rap about none of that dumb shit where he come from Hollow gave you a dum dum Robbin' niggas, the goal was to hit enough licks, that you could eventually become one Niggas come from, Insane, but I'm not the nigga you wanna confront They put up front, you better hope your men'll help your mental health, after this metal melt ya metal up front Slump somethin' This the nigga that wanna punch with legends verses a nigga that'll really punch one {chk-chk} I said pump one, heavy arms, dead site, the gun dump The kick back, will kick you back (Wherever the fuck you come from!) I said niggas lack substance What the fuck is a punch if it don't impact somethin'? Nigga listen, this the difference You gifted, but you a lazy parent on Christmas, you don't (w)rap nothin' Ran from it, niggas didn't get no TLC like T-Boz and became MAC (Mack) dumpers Fake yola, sellin' bootleg Cola; Black Compass Waitin' for a bitch to volunteer and play; Pat Summitt When I aim this I can't miss; Shaq dunkin' Sold out OKC home game; pack Thunder Fuck punchin' back to back You ever had to fight with your back to back puncher? Turn and got ya back punctured by the nigga that's supposed to have ya back, puncher? They thought without no Shine on this card it was gon' be lackluster They gave a nigga who doesn't drink Rum and thought I was gonna know to act sucka? P, Beasley, y'all believe in me, thanks for havin' my back brother Cause this shit is tragic, and I know for a fact that none ain't have it I said, "none ain't have it", like Smack number I said you punch in battles for oohs and aahs I punch niggas in real life, you can view the scars No Let Up, Baphomet, Cuz Webb, all that shit is super odd Only name that fits him is "The Alien" cause he take off in every battle but we don't know who he are Tell him to have a conversation wit' y'all Rap, that's round [Round 2: Rum Nitty] If I pop the trunk you die bro A lot of guns, let a hollow dump, ya mind blow Try to bump, this .9 show Body somethin' You give me a shoulder, and I'ma give ya mama one...to cry on Die slow Then I'ma gasoline ya carcass, I'm an arsonist, char that bitch; awful They gon' need dental records to solve this shit If half ya body burnt, you can get identified by a tooth Ace (Two-Face) like Harvey Dent Stop the shit, this nigga really fake I give a fuck about that bid you did in that prison in them gates Think he a killer when he ain't You ain't tough cause you robbed an armored truck for Dead Presidents, this bitch'll lift up from the waist (waste) Pistol whip, all this is finna break They be stitchin' it in place Puttin' it together, like Mike Tyson tattoo; assembling (a symbol in) his face A get to trippin' out the gate I told Beas', send direct payment, this man dead I'ma hit the gun sto', for an SK and a MAC-10 Vest place and I grab lead I went tool shoppin', like a hardware store, then I left Ace with a flat head (flathead) You past dead You 'bout to get all the smoke and take so many punches (The fans yelling "Get off the ropes!") Bitch try it, it's gon' be ya last bump, like Len Bias Snap his arm, twist tied it, 'Get Your Roll On', big time (Big Tymers) Tear the rotator cuff that's inside it Just use a lotta strength when you hold it, and some body weight (somebody wait) on the shoulder, like a hitch hiker Get did violent, violate Snap his neck, head to side hangin', die mangled These hands can break down anything Amin (I mean); sign language .9 blaze it Catch a body then I switch it Shoot, then put the arm up for a minute; Sanaa Lathan He tried to play me, that's something that he fell short for You a battler? [Ace] No [Rum] Or a UFC fighter? We can't even tell no more I got a shotgun and a SRT, you can catch a shell, your choice You gon' make me get the sawed off from the Demon like Hellboy horns Somebody better tell old boy, I'm just destined to be great In each state, on a level that he ain't Deadly how we play Stay with it on me, testin' the heatwave You'll see smoke comin' from the nose like an angry emoji...when the textin' a mean (TEC's in Amin) face [?] We'll really slide by a nigga set Not a computer thug who play gangsta when this .9 fire, hit the deck Or a round'll get stuck, it'll look like it'll be lines lyin' in your chest It'll look like a pacemaker, you're dealin' with a live wire in the flesh Bitch you next You can't keep it real yourself (Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide, kill yourself) [Round 3: Ace Amin] {Ace goes up to Sheed Happens} Ayo. If he starts rappin' like that again. Punch him in his fuckin' face. Punch him in his face. If he starts rappin' like that again. Punch him in his face. Punch him. Aight? Let me talk to you for a second bro Talk to you. Not Rum Nitty, not the fans. It's Cornell In every time zone and language, real is the same Every nigga act like they- man fuck that Crip, you wanna know what's really Insane? They say I use a lot of words, but I couldn't when they put me in back of the Crown Pattin' me down, the package wasn't found so I stashed the rest in my teeth, behind the back of the crown I'm mad as shit But I don't wanna get caught so all I could manage was frowns If you ever had to hide your own work in ya mouth, then you know why a nigga like Ace ain't never crackin' (crack in) a smile Do you know what's really Insane, nigga? Huh? Breakin' the law Nah, I mean breakin' the law so much you start to think it's a sport Hangin' it all on the line 'til you can't get support Then you end up fightin' a case tougher than anybody Mayweather fought When they said I had John John and Cortez I started throwin' up Flashbacks What really is insane, I thought I was gonna be in The Bullpen waitin' for Cort' (court) Do you know what's really Insane nigga? Having to fake play crazy so the state time can't take it out of me Watchin' the doctors show when they come up to examine me like Grey's Anatomy Fake outbursts, a bunch lame profanity You might know everything, I wasn't raised in a gang or family So you gonna tell me all about the set you claim, but you can't tell me nothin' about havin' to go to court to claim insanity Do you know what's really Insane nigga? This the truth When I went missin' last year my sanity went missin' too Livin' through, the weirdest shit, hearin' shit, wakin' up like I don't know where this is, and I have to fix my mood In addition to, havin' to get permission to Wantin' to kill myself from people in my head that I never knew So when you say, "Suicide, you decide" or you "do the job", bitch I don't even know which voice to listen to Do you know what's really Insane nigga? Aye Smack, we gotta talk a bit Cause your company fast talked me like an auctioneer, awful shit I'm talkin' they said they was gonna help get me in a mental health facility, they offered it KD researched it, then they gave me a call, said they ran into a problem quick Then Beasley sat me down, and said, "Hey Ace, I know we agreed that we was gonna pay for half, but now the offer switched." ...Nah it ain't one of them type of rounds They some real niggas, instead of payin' half them niggas said they gon' pay all of it I know y'all convinced that they hold us back and they don't help me out I told them I needed a battle for my mental health They booked me for two of 'em in a row, them niggas held me down See I never said this, and never addressed it, but everything I ever got here I rapped for Smack is not my blood brother, Beasley is not my cousin, them hatin' niggas got that wrong But them same hatin' battle rappers that run with that shit Man, they would smack they cousin and call Beas' they "brother" just to rap on this platform I ain't got no rap for 'em Aye Smack, I know you sick of niggas goin' public and your name you can't help defend, so I'ma do it Tell 'em how many times you moved niggas to new states and you helped 'em in [Smack] A lot [Ace] How many times did you know shit you wasn't supposed to know about niggas and you held it in How many times did you pay niggas bail, and when it was time to pay they debt, them niggas bailed again Keep it real my friend My niggas that's over there, headlining Max Out where did they start? Surf with no thirds and "subtitles" where did it start? Jaz virginity, Don DeMarco? Where did it start? Niggas act like they don't know who number one is, but I'ma remind y'all where the shit start See the problem is, money talks, and niggas can't fake their worth Since 2021, URL has had 88 events My nigga you could put nothin' in the place of work But niggas that don't understand value, they think spendin' money on names is what makes it work Them niggas got a Zerox machine, they tryin' to copy respect, but they just gonna run outta paper first Let's make this work Aye Smack, from here on out, we don't fool wit' these niggas We are 100% through with these niggas I don't care where they from or who went to school wit' these niggas We don't fool wit' these niggas Put a tool on these niggas If they got Ill words for you, ask 'em, "Who are these niggas?" I said, you don't even have to speak on it Fuck all the back and forth, I'm just glad that we had this talk Pass the Glock, show me where ARP at, I'ma make all this madness stop I'm startin' at the top Hammer cocked Ragnarök Blast a shot Damage spots It's like Hiroshima, ain't gonna be no war after I make Adam (Atom) drop! Your status not, where you think it's at, niggas stop the cap If you into cockin' straps, pocket taps, gun bars where he got the #1 spot in fact I need y'all to treat this shit like a FitBit, please go home and watch the App We ain't stoppin' that Round man I'm out here [Round 3: Rum Nitty] They'd rather sit back and hate than congratulate And fabricate like I'm average, and my numbers on the App is fake But the ones that y'all had as "great" can't match the pace That's what the stats'll say I can quit rap today Go give my life to God, return, get a Welcome Back, still be ranked past 'em Ace (Pastor Ma$e) These facts I state But you don't gotta speak when your numbers talkin' In Corona season, we gave y'all roof top battles for the low, and that's somethin' that my brother started When y'all first stopped releasin' on YouTube, and wasn't nothin' droppin' I was in "go mode" I held the App down for so long I could've uninstalled it My App record? Second to none, damn near fuckin' flawless I made that effort, you can't compare it to niggas like Ace's App (A$AP) record, it's 'A Fuckin' Problem' See what you started, you just come with drama Perform, then bring out a baby bump, who knocked up Rihanna? Up the chopper, try and test me Heater get to sparkin', I fire steady Ain't nothin' sweet about this carbon, it's a Diet Pepsi Break down bones in ya features; Mariah Carey Arm shot, bones sittin' on the outside like Mike Amiri You dyin' really, I can spin it backwards You'll get smoked thinkin' shit is a joke, I ain't with the laughin' Catch you right after the event, and get to clappin' See if it's still humorous (humerus) outside like an Amiri jacket We really active I ain't even playin' no more A little compact Glock with a 30, I snuck it straight through those doors I ain't playin' no more Soon as he go for the bump a (bumper), a stick'll (sticker) get used, I got the baby on board Aye, that's what the gang is known for This finna be a bad encounter Certain shit I can't allow it Two piece, put you right to sleep, that's a downer Grab him, slam this coward Who's strong enough to throw Ace through a wall? I got Gambit power You'll get clapped for doubtin' Say goodbye Losin' HP on the gateway to the gracious sky The EKG machine like a laptop, just pull the plug and Ace'll die Say goodbye Fuckin' fool Bust a move You be actin' like you a professional hitman, that ain't nothin' new But I heard a battle rapper was actin' tough and got punked Was it you? I heard the other nigga put blood all in ya mouth Was it true (Tru)? Fuck is you? I've been known As I was makin' flips before I touched the big screen like a Sprint phone Go upside ya bitch dome Black her eye She gotta wear a mean (Amin) dark pair of shades like Jim Jones Try that bump again Not by the hairs of my - like an ingrown I'll let a stick blow Get you murdered, ditch the burner I'm doin' life if they catch me They tryin' to give me time for a weapon like the Prince Of Persia Bitch you earned it You can't keep it real yourself-