Rum Nitty vs. K-Shine

Lyrics

[Round 1: Rum Nitty] We got a same height nigga wit' a death wish His patna be sprayin' machetes...and his shit be throwin' bread sticks But me? I got a chop that I open heads wit' So fuck Shine, this K got a I Know He Dead kick You finna bleed tonight Leak a pint Try me you gon' see the light They losin' him, he need an angel in Houston; The Preacher's Wife Aye, you ducked, damn... try to set it up and cuz ran Thought he went wit' the safer route when he tucked in I'll really fuck you up fam' One can', gloved hands Press the piece in Shine face, I'm the cut man You 'bout to get all the smoke, and take so many punches the fans yellin' "get off the ropes" 'Pac I got the Juice We do pull ups, hop out, walk up wit' the tool Yeah bitch I had a job before it's true But I'ma end all that WalMart shit, once I get my Target in the view (interview) Lay you down from the gate Bow to a great You know they sell guns and ammo, right? I been had rounds for a K You better go for broke, act like you know the role You done put on shows befo', but now you gotta show the GOAT He thinkin' that he won't get smoked So he die, I'll give anybody heat Shine...thru a thermal scope Clap him, it's only red raggin' when fam' rappin' I'm Santana, doin' crooked shit wit' the bandanna Black ratchet, I might clap it, fast wrap it The clip blow, that shit'll hit a Zip mo' than Mike Jackson 'Bad' jacket What's happenin'? You started off a baby T-Rex, then DNA re-birthed you And it worked too Then you slid up like a dancer a took Twork moves Bad ain't it? MAC ringin' Stick like a reaper for real (Reepah Rell), you get half painted Hella strapped Ridin' wit' a whole arsenal in the back dangerous It's like 80 fo's in the trunk Shine, I'm SLAB slangin' I'll be at ya neck if you disrespect it Clip? Long as a WalMart receipt, and I'm a check you befo' you exit Raisin' it high, BLAOW! Hit his face wit' the .9 He in need of resuscitation, it's no play when we slide Custom made body bag, I'm finna lay you inside The shit I got for Shine (Sean)? Tailored (Taylor-ed), he tried to run for safety and died My nerves crazy, disturbed/dangerous One word make me wave this box cutter dreadfully, I'm goin' through Verb stages Play me, and I'll lay you Annihilate you, .9 raisin' Point it just above, I'll hit the tie breaker, catch you outside later Grip the handle, pop out, go to war wit' Shine, it's a lightsaber Desert Eagle, made a prism Shine break out, when I'm raisin' (rays in) a triangle I don't see no challengers They say, "All you do is talk about guns." Well I'ma keep on clappin' 'em Or the knife game, pull it underneath and stab ya shit And keep on stabbin' it Until it gets stuck half way up, it got sleep paralysis Stay talkin', 'til I bang on 'em Get you and who you roll up wit' shot, I State Prop' 'em Shank on me, soon as they (day) walk up Blade? Goin' right in ya son Shine (sunshine), it's a Daywalker Bitch, they talk about performance Performance? What that gon' do? Rifle, on a tripod, I can literally stand still and smoke you Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself Nigga suicide or I'll do the job (You decide, kill yaself!) [Round 1: K-Shine] Two weapons It's either stab wounds or pops in the face like Diddy's son I put the knife down We only started, so it just be gun (begun) I'm spinnin' once, they come back clappin' "Ricky run!" Y'all know what the fuck I'm here for, to kill a (tequila) nigga, and y'all gon' give me Rum? Band camp, stick to drum Why would I switch the gun? It pop on any and everybody, any one Round stuff? In the drum Round up? Here we come Whole gang, clique down and pound up, give me some I give a fuck if he up the street Arms reach like he came closer; twenty feet Steel land in a grill like a Range Rover Chain smoker, back to back cigs (SIG's), this the game closer This shit gon' put Rum down, like "remain sober" But this shit gon' throw Rum up like a hangover Headshot, he got it in his mind like he doin' this regardless Tape everywhere, "Listen to my artist" I'm fuckin' wit' some caps: this is Mr. Marcus Tell Mr. WalMart I won't miss the Target! I'm bein' honest, it's about to get deep And I'm beggin' for a body, track wit' Keith Sweat Warm-up before the game: had the team stretched Far as stitches, that's a sign for a thousand in my book, that's a G check They gasp wit' deep breaths I gotta feelin' Rum in the mournin' (mornin'); acid reflex (reflux) Who do I have to beat next!? Another Gun Line nigga (wit' a death wish!) He gonna punchline me to death, that's what he actually plan Well let me take this off now, I don't cap for the fans If ya niggas try to avenge ya (Avenger), send 'em home or I'm clappin' the can' Cause they knows (Thanos) gotta aim for Nitty skull (Infinity Stone), I know by the back of my hand Got a 100 and some bullets, I could clap from a stand Titty Tuesdays, bitch I got a rack in my hand Post/pick (pic), that's for the 'Gram I'm goin' nuts wit' the TECs (texts) like Eminem wasn't chattin' wit' Stan Have a seat, I bust (bus) a motion "This is not y'all stop." Thinkin' you all (Wall) Street, that's why we got on stocks The drug deal went well when we dropped off blocks They gave me a toast for Rum, soon as I knocked off Roc I'm at his door, he think it a joke, knock knock My approach? You vs Top; pop lock He like, "Chill!" Ain't no stoppin' this, pussy; cock block Two razors, I get to rushin' a nigga; chop chop Dipshit, big grip, scope on it; click click One eye; Slick Rick Twin grips, I'm 'bout to make a movie wit' these bitches; chick flick The clip slip, everything blew (blue); Crip Crip Aye Iron, fuck a moron, how 'bout a numb skull (numbskull) on every nigga that Nit' wit (nitwit) I take it and peel, game on the floor, shakin' 'em still "Wake up Cornell!" Bitch, he caught eight to the grill I got one can' to Corn' I'm 'bout to make me a meal Nah, I'm gettin' Nit' (knit) wit' the sticks, time to make me a quilt I peel, Kelvin Martin, Curtis Jackson, two 50's, try me Get smoked wit' the piece (peace); true hippy I can't find you, givin' ya crew semi's New case, they like, "How did it lead to the CLEAR?" I'm you Nitty (immunity) You know case when it to the clear it's immunity Shotty or .4 spark Try me they all chalk Get well cards when you found in the hall, mark (Hallmark) The impact from the shell was strong, it'll left a body in for parts "I'm packin' the mail, it's-" DaBaby dropped a body in Walmart! Nigga, like a brand new scab, peel yaself Like you comfortable in a room, steel yourself You had a dumbass slogan, and it still won't help Suicide I'll- brrrrrallt you won't get a chance to kill yourself Nigga That's a Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up' Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop (pick him up!) NWX the rest of you niggas suck Y'all know my slogan (Zip him up!) [Round 2: Rum Nitty] Fans like, "I know you 'bout to do yo' thing on the stage Elevate the science of battle rap...do some shit we never seen on the stage." I'm like, "Nah. Shit I'ma keep it easy today." So on a scale to 10, my rounds like a 7.62, and that's all you need for a K (AK) Aye, don't make me spin the block when you hangin' Big .40, bench warmer, I'm not wit' the gamin' Sniper postin', he'll lick a shot if it's danger Put Shine down, from up top, that's my guardian angel We can bet On my Crippin' I'll leave you stretched Throwin' up set (upset) soon as Blood drop; PMS Chopper wavin', bitch I'll burn you All I do is talk murder; body language Serve him, better hope the docs will save him Let the clip ring 'til it hit zero and send you to an operator Pop it and lay a bitch down Try me, we drop boxes (Dropbox), I'll do the Zip foul (file), clip loud Knock ya whole clique down And spin off on Top wit' the mop stick, I'm savin' McDowells You really think ya dawg ready? Machete, from the dark side Skin Shine like Keisha off Belly Got the location to your spot we on route Pulled off, no mask on me, I just hopped out And caught a body wit' the bare (bear) face; College Dropout The lead strike, hit his head twice And you gon' be a rottin' (Rotten) Dot, and this ya death site Bullet get lodged right there in ya chest pipe A whole buck, stuck in Shine; deer in the headlights I'm dead nice Fresh out the [?] bitch, I piece grip These lit Let two point at his hood, I Chingo Bling shit Mean clip Run inside y'all function, snatchin' all pies and onions Tell 'em, "If you try I'ma bust it." Take all the white blood sells (cells) and he won't fight off nothin' You know I'm clappin', stone face savage So the pole I'm packin', go over heads, wit' no reaction Point it at you, put a square on ya roof, then run off Shine, it's a solar panel You do not want violence Somethin' in a trench coat, waitin' on a sideline wildin' I'll grab the steel (steal) and rock Shine, that's Monstar talent You see what I'm 'bout Piece on the scalp, knock a nigga down, watch him bleed out his mouth Ain't no "Is He Dead Kick", just keep squeezin' 'em out And bringin' 'em out Hit him with like '22 Twos' if there's a Reasonable Doubt It's gonna be a whole lotta bloodshed, let me keep this short and to the point Don't make me bring out Cuzz Webb I ain't gonna play wit' him, filet niggas, blade skin him This'll take a layer off Shine; paint thinner They like, "You bleedin' [?]: Knife stuck deep inside I went in depth (Depp) wit' the cut; Sweeney Todd I give a bitch hell, they like, "Send help." Dump a nickel off in him and say, "You did well." Hold it sideways when it spit shells So I can rock Shine at an angle like fish scale You gon' murder me? .30 squeeze or the compact Wavin' (wave in) the little can'; Murray's Grease Style on him Lick wit' (liquid) the metal; gallium Stomach shot, leave Shine in puddles, I'll T-1000 him Bitch! And you can't keep it real yourself Nigga, (suicide or I'll do the job, you decide, kill yaself!) [Round 2: K-Shine] A nigga harm me, my first instinct is to get him back My mama say, "You can't live like that Tit for tat. That shit is wack." I say, "Look at mama spittin' facts." She said, "Eye for an eye, leaves the whole world blind." Well luckily I got a stick for that What the fuck y'all want me to do? I battled the whole Lou' I battled the whole Jersey Took the whole Cave out Gave y'all the most 30's Smoked a legend when he came out They said I was all performance, I went to the small room Even took the stage out Made y'all punchline goddesses barely have a name now What the fuck y'all want me to do? Y'all want me to be just like dude Stand still aim and shoot That lane is cute But y'all want the performance Shine, right? Good, that's exactly what I came to do Get a lil' close to the stage, I'm 'bout to shake the room Play wit' who? You can roll the dice if you want, I shake and shoot I put in a jam wit' them 80's; raise the roof Tell ya little Mexican homie, "Play it cool." Or be a body next to Rum in the trunk; Rae Carruth I'm draggin' the drum, dagger a ton, collapsin' a lung Forensics fucked up on how the action was done The knew about the 80 proof, but they ain't know my last isn't Rum Roof top, I let 'em all down, I'm disappointin' 'em Twin clips, babies stick together, you can join (conjoin) wit' 'em You one dimensional, gun, gun, gun, it's annoying 'em How y'all screamin, "Rum, Rum, Rum" if he ain't got a lick of (liquor) poise in (poison) him? You should try avoidin' him Your mind is dumb, you strive for crumbs Cause it's the same routine every job you done Nigga whoopty fuckin' do! You got a gun! But he still won't be the livest one Reason why? DUI, we still don't see no drive wit' Rum I started son Back to back punchlines versus Goodz? That was me I made you nigga Where the fuck is my thank- matter a fact, you'se is an ungrateful nigga Even wit' Smack, he made a lane for niggas Look at the thanks you give him Niggas talk about ya family, you gon' shake wit' niggas Walk off on Twork (twerk) like a faithful nigga Aye let's get this straight Rum, I'm no chaser nigga Close range, clip is in the gym, get a Staple Center I turn a nigga to a bitch, change agendas Cause what I'm on'll least get a (Mona Lisa) brushed off wit' the stick Mona Lisa? Brushed off wit' the stick? Y'all ain't even see me paint the picture I made Magic step down like The Lakers wit' Lebron I bow ya head five times, like you're praisin' the Koran Got a Buzz off a light year (Lightyear) and still keep a laser on the arm That was a Toy Story I get two in for Nitty (To infinity) and beyond You'se a dumbass that only got one path I get a parent/teacher/student (up here and teach a student) like I'm goin' to my son class Use ya mind, try to skip lines like a fun pass That's the reason why, Rum only a lil' buzz like one glass Gun blast, pin Nitty to the wall like a thumb tack Lemon on the side, who ordered up the Rum splash? Aye Brizz Rawsteen! You don't want no motherfuckin' smoke! [Brizz] I want all that smoke! [K-Shine] Aye Pat Stay! I ain't wit' no motherfuckin' jokes Nigga Hollow couldn't hang wit' a motherfuckin' rope Jamaican cuisine wit' the scope Don't make my carry (curry) somethin' I been in the mood for a motherfuckin' GOAT After I shot one, I tried to figure out what two would do Shoot the tool, without No Limit; 'Hoody Hoo' Viewin' you, eye of the beholder; beautiful I've been sparkin', see a nigga through the Carlton, 'It's Not Unusual' Like a brand new scab, peel yaself Like you comfortable in a room, steel yaself Got a dumb ass slogan and it still won't help Suicide I'll do the job BOOM! You don't get a choice to kill yaself Nigga that's Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up' Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop (pick him up!) NWX (the rest of you niggas suck) Two-zip nigga (Zip him up) [Round 3: Rum Nitty] Aye, if this shit pop off You either get something knocked off or chopped off And if I show up wit' the Razor, Rum on some shit, like Scott Hall You ready my nigga? Aye bet on the set I'ma kill him Consecutive like a sedative pilling (peeling) You gotta pay attention to detail when I'm spittin' or else you won't get it I keep it basic like I gun butt ya temple (tempo) 'til K dents (cadence), well now you catchin' the rhythm I play it well, play it cool you gon' lay for real Smack gon' watch you take a shell Put the steel in Shine back in front of NuNu that's ATL My time to smoke niggas, so I'ma smoke niggas Shine the old pistol, I wipe the nose then wipe ya nose wit' it You know who did it Throw the clip in, OD trippin' Walk up and light Shine outta nowhere, this shit motion sensor You lost ya life Type of niggas thought somethin' but not gon' fight, just talkin' hype Now let me put this in the air Ya son Shine (sunshine) pussy like Harlem Nights He rappin' but don't mean it Bro tweakin' I'll pull it and smoke a nigga for no reason Silencer on the pole squeezin' Go th-th-th I had to sound it out; I'm a slow reader I pull it and lift ya niggas- {Chokes} Aw fuck. Let me bring it back. Hold up. Silencer on the pole squeezin'. Go th-th-th I had to sound it out; I'm a slow reader. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck! Aye aye aye! Oh shit damn! Damn! Damn! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I found it, I didn't. I did and I got question I don't know Regis. Fuck. Fuck. Goddamn it. Hold up. Hold- lick a shell. Hold up hold up hold up. Silencer on the pole squeezin'! Silencer on the pole squeezin'! [K-Shine] Yooooooo! [Rum Nitty] Nah, nah, nah hold up. Aye, aye, silencer on the pole squeezin'. Go th-th-th [K-Shine] You better get it together. I'm giving you five seconds [Rum Nitty] Hold up hold up hold up [K-Shine] Five seconds nigga [Rum Nitty] Oh-oh-oh-oh. FUCK THAT! Uh uh. Nah I got it. Fuck that! Fuck, fuck- hold up! Fuck it! Fuck it! Aye you ain't no killer wit' it, you temperamental And ya fight game ain't seasoned enough, that's why you bit a nigga I'll split a nigga, zip ya shit up Something About Mary I get pissed and Zip'll (zipper) get stuck .30 clappin', if I miss, then I'm swervin' back then Spinnin' on Shine's spot like I'm turtle waxin' Dirty ratchet Hoppin' out, Curtis Jackson Run up, I'll lift this bitch; Dirty Dancing Buncha gun bars: SK's, AK's and I'll get ya dude erased if you compare me to Tay K (Tay-K) Not for play play, bet I'll drop you, especially in the H, K I'd have stopped ya rounds, like a Heckler and caught (Koch) you Lay you down wit' a 12, I give a fuck if K strapped You better hope K packs (K-Pax) somethin' outta this world I'll rack the .40 up I'll pull this in spite of (spider) ya fears; arachnophobia Shot an X nigga, we at the podium Then drop The Bear, it'll be pandemonium (panda-monium) Bitch nigga, we grip different Infrared on the SIG liftin', [?] vision I spot Shine and line him up, I made a Big Dipper on Crip nigga It's a wrap Battle rap belong to the west now and you can't get it back Every card, Crip on this, Crip on that I wish I could let Eric hold a shot and bring Nipsey back You done ran into a roadblock, stop! They said, "URL in Houston? We finna see what NOME talkin' 'bout." Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? [Round 3: K-Shine] Yo shout out to anybody can get it Cause any body can get it This the round, I want y'all to pay attention I'ma show you why I'm different Nigga I ain't here to go back and forth 'bout who gun bigger Or do tongue twisters That ain't fun nigga One trigger Spill Rum on everybody like a drunk nigga We both gun spitters, there's one difference You punch lines I punch niggas Aye y'all remember, for one minute Y'all remember NBA Live '99? If y'all remember NBA Live '99, y'all like, "This jersey is insane." Right Check coordinates, plain (plane) sight Checks forwarded, same tights MJ height Thinkin' foul lines I hope you take flight With his brand new Jordan's on at game night Bull-shit, player '89, fake Mikes They like, "Fuck the vets" How? We made these niggas go in they pockets to prepare this look We from the era where niggas wasn't gettin' paid Nigga I'm the reason that you here and booked But then the vets got expensive, had the league owners scared and shook Well it's just like NBA Live '99 if y'all care to look Cause they watched the list move and knew they needed a square to push And right there, that opened up a lane that's for y'all See the game had evolved But the name stayed the same cause they ain't have enough change for the star See we was Michael Jordan It's either we get paid or we off But y'all was player 89, cause ya name ain't reach the game 'til 2K got involved See back then, they tried to act like my speed was the issue But I didn't suck dick or kiss ass, so Smack act like he didn't see the potential But it was NBA Live '99 when they needed the whistle They been callin' the game, y'all just couldn't see the official Now, I'm right at they temple I grip a thang, catch a stain 700 kilometers, he in a Range Scope on it, I focused the lens, he get a BANG Deeper than, "EA Sports. It's in the game." Clean biscuit Angry boss, I mean business They like, "How did he get on the floor with his spleen missin'?" My reply? Eagle Eye the machine did it It's the X-Men, get they body blew (blue), I'ma Beast wit' it Don't make this bitch turn into somethin'; Mystique wit' it At his door; TLC, I 'Creep'ed in it See a kid playin' from the stand; he did it Y'all think this nigga the truth? Note to self Nigga that's word to me I stretch the truth; perjury Whole clique, it's definite (death in it); certainly Desert Eagles, third degrees You wanna be a man? I'ma teach you 'bout the birds and bees Sheesh! This round was smoother than mama coffee I'm packin' everything, movin' out my apartment Usually wit' the Larkins, shootin' 'em at the target Rocket launch him in the air; Houston we have a problem! Nigga like a Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up' Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop (pick him up!) NWX the rest of you niggas suck Y'all know my slogan (Zip him up)