Rum Nitty vs. Kyd Slade

Lyrics

[Round 1: Rum Nitty] In that Roc battle you really took an L Now you gotta spend the rest of yo' career explaining what happened But you did it to yourself You made a statement, trying to convince us you really didn't tell The only acceptable statements is, "Where's my lawyer?" and "Send me to my cell." This nigga squealed But he gon' be like, "I didn't send none of them dudes to the pen." That's the problem, you don't think you did nothin' wrong Which leads me to believe that you would do it again You not exempt That ain't want me to take this at all fam' "Nitty don't lose to a snitch. It ain't a smart plan." He a marked man If the last niggas couldn't make a come back after gettin' drug, what makes you think a narc can (Narcan)? As soon as he start playin', my mood'll change up You in danger I feed off people, like cannibalism, that's just the human nature (ate ya) Ruger blazer Even with it on safety you won't get a pass, it's Budda Baker At the funeral, I'ma use the blazer A few bars ago, I just said, "Narcan" that means I'ma shoot the wake up You just play tough, and be extra'd out You gonna need body armor, show me what that vest about Bullet from the TEC come out Think it's a game, until it's traveling through the Plug like Wreck It Ralph I'ma tell you now I'ma pistol tucker Load up the clip and up it Send you somethin' Dump the extension straight in (straighten) ya wig, like Jimmy Butler You for real a busta, you don't want drama That little ass necklace will get took off for actin' tough patna That macho shit go down the drain when I pull on a Plug chain, like a tub stopper I up choppers, I been schemin' Clap shit up, like a Camel Crush, Sig' (cig') squeezin' Robbin' shit, just to get even I took a Tequilla shot with lime and salt, it's lick season Indecent, it's gon' get violent My whole clique robbin' Make you empty out ya pockets like TSA, I been (bin) slidin' This bitch dyin' if I squeeze that pistol You want smoke? Drop a load, that's where we at wit' it Believe that nigga Headshot! I seen that go in high and come out clean, like a rehab center It's gon' be that nigga! I'll send a team blitz Think it's just rap if you want to, my niggas keep blicks If they intervene shit, they can get it too But it's clearly meant (mint) for you like a Listerine strip I spin the scene quick, I warned you Tay Roc ended your career, he did it forceful Then a couple niggas torched you Then I finally got a turn to take the plug out like a corkscrew The boy through I'ma burn a hater Shoot, then we gon' squeeze back like a turkey baster Get 30'd gangsta, without a doubt You dealin' with a powerhouse (power house), like a circuit breaker You're in danger, stop with all that rap cap Some of the toughest niggas fold under pressure, and that's facts I done seen this man rat, so you don't wanna push me Plus the Plug a pussy like a Tampax Tell the Seven, "Stand back" Or get hit with some hot shit, clean These shot'll ring I hit the Seven melon with a lemon, sound like a slot machine Nigga mean And you can't keep it real yourself Nigga suicide (Or I'll do the job, you decide, kill yourself!) [Round 1: Kyd Slade] To see the culture change up was a smack in the face, damn But it just a real nigga realize that, a lot of people groupies and they ain't fans A lot of battle rappers is only associates nigga, we ain't friends But that's cool, cause goin' through all that just got a nigga in tune (toon) like Space Jam No hate fam' And to tell the truth I'm the nigga they can't stand But they don't play with mines cause it's Frankenstein, I'm a made man Give a Crip a clip, leave him crippled, he can't stand Whole clique, buck shots spread even like spray tan The gauge blam Your head'll stay right here but your brain scram And then we chop every limb from the body he Rain Man Grip a stick and try to open yo' shit like a paint can Gotti too, I'll bust a Nut' for nothin' like Blankman State yo' purpose Oh he strapped, but with these I think he worthless Snatch a Quarter and throw his ass in the air, who came the furthest? You've been servin'? Then we kick in the do' for the nose candy Rum shot, this finna go down smooth like cold brandy Toast handy, you ain't dyin' alone it's the whole family Even slide up on his bitch like Drop Dead Fred; no panties The shit through, revenge how? I wanna see what the bitch do See, I can easy put an M on his head like Kid Buu But I'm tryin' to stack a little bread my nigga, the rent due Plus we all know that money don't grow on trees, but sticks do Nit' who? He got a different name every day, I'm done with 'em No, matter-of-fact, let's line 'em up and start havin' some fun wit' 'em If it's "Rum"? Prohibition, we trunk him and run with him If it's "Nit'"? We outside, two sticks with drums in 'em If it's "The Alien"? I pull out this .50, let one hit him And if it's "Webb"? Then we leavin' a butterfly stuck in him It's the Seven nigga Cocaine bottle stuffer, the weapon gripper Hell cat, that's the gore hoppin' out of a demon, look like an exorcism A ton of smoke Set his body on fire, 100 go If he don't die he'll need a skin graph, look like they ironed a bubble coat Fuck you cryin' and fussin' fo', you mad about Tom trippin'? I can't front it did seem like that nigga Footz was rappin' for nine minutes But them niggas gave my man ten and my other man life, now that's really a time difference I remember, when the grams in the house was my actual nana Then we started takin' trips to go get what the trap demanded Show respect to every fiend, used to literally trap with manners Had shooters, even the front, even the niggas out back with scanners Over time my trap expanded I'm not Cobbler but made a method out of that white boy like Adam Sandler Walk in my shoes They shortened my name like it's lackin' flavor Don't do it But if you do then I pray that you don't lack a banger Got a bullet with ya name on it pussy, that's in chamber Now let me see how many times you flip "Kyd Slade" "Plug" and "Snitch" and "David" Rap [Round 2: Rum Nitty] I'll let a chrome bark for tryin' to bogard Get laid flat, enforced pay back (payback) like a loan shark Drive thru, slow park Walk up, this little tool I'll pull out will spark...Plug; don't start! I got a cold heart and this piece my best friend If any nigga wanna crash out we can wreck then Load up heat then let's spin Back-to-back in Chevy trucks, we pullin' Tahoe's (pull and tie hoes) up like BDSM You ain't even stretch shit, but you a real stepper in ya rhymes If he say he gon' hit you wit the TEC, this nigga lied I be tryin' to figure out what this nerd (N.E.R.D.) mean cause Noone Ever Really Die You be hella spittin' lies, I'm not convinced You'll get stretched, I'm shocked you got the nerve to test A neurologist, I won't box this bitch, cause chops and shit will be my first resort I'm talkin' sticks We let off these blicks if you keep actin' up I'll put on the Pooh Shiesty then 'Slide' in a green Acura This piece back me up You gon' see me lay down a Plug in a mask, I got sleep apnea You'se a weak challenger and I'm the truth If a nigga want to punch, so be it (Soviet), I got the juice I'll drop this fool I saw a tooth, from the Plug, fallin' out; I'ma sock it (socket) loose Then knock ya block off too, we not alike I wouldn't do nothin' illegal around cuz, he the talkin' type I wouldn't start a fight Steal a pack of gum Or Jay Walk if dawg in sight Y'all put the pistols down I wouldn't shoot nothing if Kyd (kid) around like Harlem Nights He gonna get to namin' names and ages Height, weight and races Time, date and places All type shit You'll get on the lil' witness stand Holdin' that little mic (Mike), king, and make a Blanket statement This game is dangerous Niggas gon' put you in the mud Spin yo' block 'til they catch you, with 100 bullets in this drum Spend all day lookin' for you cuz I rode around so long the Tesla almost died, 'til I pulled up on the Plug It was ruthless growin' up, I was really with the law breakers Still scarred from some of the shit I saw, gangsta Seein' death can be a heartbreaker Tryin' to keep my feelings masked So I inhale Loud like Darth Vader It be hard labor tryin' to block out all the pain I done took plenty losses Plenty of times I ain't have a dollar to my name But I work hard to make a change Now I can spoil my kids with Robux for every day that I had to charge it to the game On God these niggas lame [Round 2: Kyd Slade] I seen a mother heart break when her baby the one that the Lord take But she was livin' in denial, she seen that killer all over that boy face Block on fire, but her baby just kept comin' home late But who would've thought her little hot head turn to a cold case A different weight Every day so the preacher get no break Serve his pack, everybody in pain with the long face But mom a solider so she stand at the box with the strong face But mascara filled tears start lookin' like war paint That shit will flip a switch in a nigga to talk cake Life a movie, but we willin' to turn it to Shawshank Yeah it's up, like when Sosa sent niggas at Scarface Load 'em up, find they block, we spinnin' 'em all day Smokin' Robin, ridin' 'round with my ratchet it's a car date We the realest and y'all fake Did missions that y'all can't I heard offers at the scale but turned down more deals than Shark Tank You finna claim what? I got niggas locked that I ain't ever get locked and the shit that I spit is make up? Nigga I'll let a gauge dump If you don't lift up your hat and your dome split, rip an ab and bone chip Colostomy, self-check out, you'll bag your own shit Til you bag it's on Nit' I'll really scheme on Rum Like follow him home, I'm tryin' to get a lead on son Then while he alone, lift and put a beam on Rum, BacardÍ Limón And let a lemon squeeze on Rum, indeed you done Clear mind onto the next one, fuck it Vampire, I don't reflect on nothin' I catch wreck on cousin You seem frail like you don't workout much There's really no solution to this problem, but I suggest you niggas work out one Or it be the worst outcome And y'all gon' see the whole E.F.B. in Traffic when it's a funeral procession and this nigga Nitty hearse out front Now dig his dirt out front, cause the Crip get the first spot Tubi movie, I'm finna stick yo' ass in the worst plot You ever had the work drop but it's trash so the work flop? And the nigga crib that sold you that shit is the first stop? All in yo' head you screamin', "Fuck who in there. They be the first shot." Jerk stop I feel the end of this stage where yo' work stop This is not, fairy tale dawg, I really was in it I fucked an ex drug mule She told me 'bout shit she was drug through, she said she'd never forget it One time they went wrong and they had to cut her open to get it See shorty had the c-section scars but she never was pregnant Am I clear with the message? If you gon' be outside then be knee deep Or leave sleep with a "Y" on yo' chest underneath sheets Jigsaw, spot yo' bitch I'm targeting each cheek Work gone, watch me exit the trap; meep meep This is me Everything I got came from hard work No hurry the fuck up and rap so they here to see God work, nigga [Round 3: Rum Nitty] Man, I'll send some niggas in orange rags, packin' Ninas They gon' kidnap you, hold you for ransom, you better ask your people The Hoovers gon' have the Plug tied up in the back like a vacuum cleaner I had to leave him I won't show a bitch nigga love We can shoot it out if this what you want, get hit wit' a slug I'll flash a red dot like my vape needs to charge, it all depends on the Plug We spin just because You won't get a pass you idiot It's past due, I'ma slide past you blickity I gotta clap you period Fire out the bucket, give a rat eight (ate) through the stomach; 2 Fast 2 Furious I ain't hearin' it I'ma run through you niggas Close range? I'll show you how to scope shoot from distance Get hit from 80 blocks quick Watts Kyd, they got super vision Stupid nigga A shell get sent out Bro a fraud You wouldn't pop a blow up doll I'll really air this bitch out! Don't bitch out On the set nigga scary I'll drive up, and hit the kid (Kyd) with a MAC (Mack) like Pet Cemetery You get stretched if I air it That's a trunk full of [?] That ain't no .380 either if I pull a piece That ain't shit I'm talkin' 'bout Drac's Kyd (Drake's kid) like Pusha-T We pull up deep We be swarmin', this be your warnin' Niggas will come out the cut and get on ya heels (heals) fast like Neosporin Aye listen, the streets is torment, that type of life don't love you You can go from havin' all kind of hustles to the customer, your life'll crumble I done seen dope take away future's Kyd (Future's kid) like Brian Russell We ain't tryin' to scuffle It's locs behind us, no surprises It's a home game, so we all know who control the sliders We known for ridin' If any of my people get touched, it's on sight It's second nature, we like respirators, plugged in for life We nothin' alike So don't jump off the edge In his mind, he Pablo Escobar, sellin' drugs gettin' bread Just another fraud He may trick some of y'all but he'll need a Plug in his head Cuz is the Feds You was suppose to stitched lipped regardless It makes sense you call yourself "The Plug", cause you give niggas charges {Crowd starts chanting 3-0} NuNu this is your artist? He's bad for the brand of business SMACK supposed to me Street, Music, Art, Culture, Knowledge, that's the image So you mean to tell me now the "S" in "SMACK" stands for snitches? Let's speak about it The "M" must be for "marks", the "A" must be for "actors" The "C" for "cowards", I'm not done "K" for "Keep bookin' these type niggas you gon' lose the real fans you got plus Your slogan gon' go from, "You can't copy respect" to "You can't copy respect if you don't got none." If you slid with this nigga on the block once...the police gon' book y'all Smack In a cell where they gon' put y'all at You gon' get all day, he gon' get the least amount of time...like my Footz contract [Round 3: Kyd Slade] Menace II Society fucked me up as a kid Death scenes in that fuckin' movie graphic But we don't need no more little black boys gettin' smacked by black men dressed up as black women- Ayo Hansel what's up? Let's re-enact this You and this little muthafucka gon' have a simple dialogue And then cuz gon' die in front of you in Traffic Don't lose ya stomach when it happen Don't act puzzled when it's static Or leave in pieces, you ain't even decent, you a muggle to the action I threw a muzzle on the ratchet They say, I'm cool and a bastard, yet I'm a goon with compassion I know it's a cold cold world, that's why we throwin' niggas Full Metal Jackets You get "oohs" when you rappin' But ain't no "mmmh' when you rappin' Rock 'Em Sock 'Em, you only punchin' but we ain't moved by yo' actions Your whole platoon full of faggots, but they rappin' just like criminals So it's only right I leave 'em sprayed in the game, condition of life critical The hits we fixin' tonight Biblical Run up in that mansion party and really slide with the switches, the lights dimmable Don't lie like you was it, you ain't a rider, you'se a bitch It was a Glock now it's a chopper when I'm ridin' in the whip Happy Gilmore I replaced the .9 iron with a stick I am him Contract hit my phone, "It's time again" I read "Rum" (redrum) and instantly thought "murder" it's time to spin Line his chin, I will lay you on the surface with a straight Ayo little cuz you fuckin' hustle with big Blood? You puttin' work in wit' the 8? I will eat yo' muthafuckin' food, you know, get to workin' on ya face The Alien came in on a flying saucer and niggas turned you to a plate I put work in from the gate Even worked on my mistakes Ain't get spoon fed no battles, I put work for every plate I go hard, I stay fly, I drop work in every state Bitches love me, niggas hate Been through the worst and didn't break So of course I can relate to niggas swarmin' in with hate Speakin' on shit they know nothin' of, guess that's the cost of bein' great Well that's the cost of being Slade See you ain't throw shade but your man did it I can see you whoopin' Lux ass on the main stage, you know, same way that yo' man's did it But instead it's small room under a surgical light with yo' head dented Who the fuck would've thought you'd get in the fight of your light in a Banned setting? Can' stretch him Fuck permission we gonna shoot it at will 120 second drum inside the Thompson I leave too many killed I said "120" cause once this Tom' get to the Fourth Quarter, run a two-minute drill I lack nothin', you punch second to none but you lack substance Rap cousin, or get amped I'm really relax somethin' Spin shot, or it be real hard to put on a front with no back function MAC dumpin' If I hit a nigga shit it get ugly Put a hole in yo' bald head look like the lid on a Slushy Fuck business, I'm tryin' to slide through and give you the company New grip, and switch clickin' like the gears on a Huffy Y'all rap well, but in real life these niggas can't win I don't even question why I'm in these dark waters, I know it's cause my enemies can't swim I belong here Y.O.T.7 nigga, God year