Rum Nitty vs. Jerry Wess (Rematch)

Lyrics

[Round 1: Rum Nitty] You finna get murked, I don't play Leave you laid out, then I swerve out the way If he don't die, I grab the mil', come back and finish the round, like Verb yesterday Off the rip Believe he's dyin' A clean sweep, 3 peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin' They say, "The Alien sittin' on bars like E.T. ridin'" We all know your death is comin', you ready brother? I done brought everything from the .44 down to the .38; breast reduction I'm one of Smack's shooters, you'll get stretched for nothin' And I get rid of anybody he wants (once) removed, like a second cousin Y'all done went and got me another easy (Eazy) name; Himothy Knowin' I keep heat in a sticky situation; humidity He was tryin' to recite some of that lyin' ass shit to me But I ain't like one part of that sentence; clemency Buck 50, same on both sides; symmetry Pick a spot to lift to let the tourist go on the Wess (west); Venice Beach I rarely ever forget my rounds, they stick with me But an interrogation room, I had B Magic memory I've been elite, and I'm Denzel smooth Big shells shoot But on that note, it should be Sikh (sick) for this card like "Get well soon" Release some toxic shit in the air, we can inhale too See I can follow Wess (West) with a K or I can Kim (chem) trail you Bust a move You can't keep me out my zone Is he slow? I'll bring out the chrome That'a (data) make him clear his cash (cache) and run fast, if he ever cleaned out ya phone Watch me bust a dome Clap him, put an end to Wess (West) World, I'm in a league of my own Muthafucka you'se a coward, I'll go from a hundred to a thousand I am nice, I don't say shit in a kind way (Conway) cause once a nigga on Wess side, gonna (Westside Gunn-a) do about it? I don't play about that Try me, you'll catch one, to the face about that Cause I just put a drum on a new Kel-TEC and we can bang out Wess You'll get stretched This nigga think he hot You better bring that speaker and a million other props That shit get on my nerves, not a little, but a lot I mean, sometimes, don't Wess annoy you (Wesson oil) when you cookin'? Now he really gettin' popped He tried to run off Seen the pistol and got so scared If this go left, you (U-) turn around and see a light goin' right after ya head Wess (west) Basically, you ain't goin' nowhere I ain't the nigga you wanna see regardless, it won't be easy patna You gon' need help, you'll die before you get a round (around) by yourself; Steven Hawkin Leave the market Nigga just be tryin' to stand out, I see an easy target Nina sparkin' The TEC contestin', tryin' to find where the GS are in They be pissed to have me on they hands, see how I ease the bar in? Large clip, move in Give you half on the spot, show you what gettin' your shit split apart meant (apartment), you ain't owing shit We was really sellin' sniff a lot Couldn't thinkin' on battle bars when I was in the spot I only had bricks on my mind, I literally had a mental block Aye, it was either smoke or sell dope Get high or (higher) pitch, and I chose to whip the pot Nigga stop I'm on fire in this bitch Nah, I came on the stick Niggas got it twisted, try and you'll get clipped When you get your wig blew out, it's permanent Make Jerry (jheri) curl up and die (dye) and that's a line (salon) you won't forget Bitch He 'bout to be deceased Right over his head when I squeeze the piece His muscles retract Make Jerry (jheri) curl up with a cap like Eazy E On me I hit his head then he outstretched Soon as you got your flight information, we knew you was gettin' checked in the south, Wess (Southwest) [Round 1: Jerry Wess] I said the URL runnin' out of battles! All these rematches they up to somethin' bro Roc and Clips battled twice I bet you we goin' to see 3, you better act like you fuckin' know I thought we was Family Guy, but this is who I face again? Niggas whole round is American Dad, I gotta wig on the Alien I'll drop him on the kitchen flo', let a hollow off, I'm talkin' burn off of the top; Molotov You can't beat Rum, it's Rum! Nigga got hella fans They say niggas can't stop that gas, well Jerry can AMG mode too easy, nigga stop it This a problem Malcolm X, a nigga can die if I get in that pocket You always throw a C in a nigga face, but don't realize what you in fo' Now that karma a bullet to the face, now everybody can see (C) in yours Can't be Crippin', then pray when the ops got you A Glock air You know the real reason he died? God did- not care Take his chick to the beach, drown her, gotta be the worst decision By the water, led her (letter) to the Wave, I'm writin' Surf in prison I'll shoot his bitch then he next Know what I'm shootin' must be proper I'll show this bitch that he next