Rum Nitty vs. Saflare Sole

Lyrics

[Round 1: Saflare Sole] Off the rip, they can't believe he tried it Fo' fifth, I got the cheat sheet firin' They said The Alien gon' have tubes all in him, look like E.T. dyin' It's only one-line I'ma consider you great in my mentions It's lit from this point forward like Scottie Pippen Loc a victim All the negative threads on the net, sayin' the vet was gonna torch the rookie I stay positive in the inside, like a fortune cookie They say, "Nitty gon' kill you. Nitty-" I wasn't tryin' to hear it I already got Rum, I didn't need to bе around whining (wine and) spirits I'm an originator He controls the powеr in the Volume, he's an innovator Just not enough heart to work the machine; defibrillator I ain't gonna get him right now Smack, we'll get him later Cause I control the power Outside, like a generator Where I'm from, we rob niggas and take ice You either fight or (fighter) jet home like MetLife Kick in Geechi door, I'm killin' all of you bitches Pistol on Nitty verse, he keep lookin' suspicious Then we ran into another Crip; Special Olympics Fo' fo' gold medalist, steel draw Line Insane niggas up in the Nut house; it's pill call I really demolish shit A bullet go through Cornell at no cost; it's a scholarship We armed with heaters Not a trail of blood, the dogs won't find him either The only struggle was gettin' his body in the back of the Kia We had to bend to fit (benefit) The Alien, like a college visa This shit gon' end in surgery at the nearest hospital, his condition is unstable URL gon' give him his other half, you know they always been faithful They just gonna have to pay The Alien while he's still under the table The sweetest joy is the funeral, when his family cryin' all loud I'm lookin' at the obituary all wild Shit like a comic book, you see Powell (POW) in the clouds Family drunk, cryin' with all terror But guess who held Rum down best? His pallbearers Three battles bein' dope and I get you? There's clearly nothing to be done with me I'm up here workin' on my 4th Homi; Rum Nitty When it come to Mook, Daylyt, Lux, why they ain't throwin' none of those fights at you? Oh my, Marty McFly, look how time travels You seein' an ex-felon, closest you gon' get to your Con' battle I'd die for my respect, you leave me no option Leg shot, chrome pop him Crip, coppin' (cop in) a wheelchair; Joe Swanson Let's make this enticing, Kuma blade, right in the slices Cut here, cut there, I'm indecisive Ice pick, carve "Flare" in his face; dermatitis Mozel tov, strike it then light it That's in flame (enflamed) tissue like tendinitis I'm not the brightest But the knife go in his chest then out his chest, no time for the fake tussle Keep slicin' 'til his face bubble Then the blade, back in 4th (back-and-forth), it's a gay couple Get up close with the revolver and watch his face struggle Whole team, nose pointin' in one direction, it's a play huddle Blade's cousin I'ma be killin' niggas all year with a new style Coroner's gonna be in business for a good while Chop his body in half, the way I did him was foul Reports read they found one nigga in two piles (Powell's) #1 in my class, I was made for that place Y'all dragged me through the mug, played with my name in that space I've been in my bag from the jump, it's a potato sack race I'm a real killer, ain't no way to ignore it Len Bias, I OD to push Maryland forward [Round 1: Rum Nitty] Off the rip, believe he dyin' A clean sweep, 3-peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin' They say The Alien (Sittin' on bars like E.T. ridin') Y'all hold it down I'm back snappin' Bad fashion how ya dawg (dog) goin' out We used to cop guns and toss those around Literally, buy and share I used to own a little piece, I'm proud to say I'm a stockholder now You should never play with shooters, you gon' die Before Footz and paramedics make it to 'em Hit 9-1-1 for help but they can't do it All you hear is Jaz (jazz) in the background while it's goin' down, it's like elevator music I've been waitin' to check this nigga Talk crazy, disrespect this nigga Now I finally get to curse Sole (soul) out, like an exorcism You rap about prison like it's some whole, new type style That shit old-school, pipe down We done seen plenty of Sole kind (Soul Khan) befo'... The fans already know you by (bi) now! You act like no one trapped before you Nigga, I was flippin' pills, hard white, was trappin' raw too Sent packs to yards that got past the guards smooth The dog food and the balloon look like Astro Boy boot That face tattoo? Don't make him any tougher I'll punk this bitch Slice that fucker off, up the knife cuttin' shit You know The Game got that same star on his face? And it's a butterfly under it Fuck is you talkin' to? Shit'll get dark for you I'll take a sharpened tool and try to carve it loose Peelin' (pill in) that bitch, like Bill Cosby, 'til the star removed It's a lose/lose Play, then I'ma turn up, show you what this MAC look Knockin' the data out ya server, bringin' out the burner Ya cap pushed And if it's smoke with ya man's Footz (foots), all I can think about is Murda I'm strapped fam' Black van, park Hop out runnin' on Footz (foots), it's a gas can Pistol whip if the MAC jam Punish him Blunt force to the whole company, I feel like Yak Man Fam' playin' I don't know what the fuck he thought but I really dump shit off I'm not the one at all I'll get a gun involved You better go toy with somebody else Sole (soul), like a Chucky doll He's a fuckin' fraud But let him tell it, he's Frank Lucas and he got dope for days I would've {eeeerrr} lock picked the do', showed my face if you was holdin' weight Did a nigga greasy that's on The Wave If you would've had ten of them thangs of Blue Magic? I would've at least lined up Sole (sold) for eight No mistake Niggas wanna complain about views, stop! 'Til it's a hospital with morphine bags That's an easy way to get tube ('Tube) drops Raisin' this new .9 Outside, wavin' in from of the company, the inflatable tube guy Too live You will never get that belt you see me holdin' Cause my record speak fo' showly But the old me? Did all my dirt by my lonely So I never thought I'd be a COTY (co-d) Blast shells, I'm never eager to ask help New P5, and I squeeze it my damn self Or I let the old gen' assist (Genesis) with the box...the Switch kind, so (Sole) (console) I never need my hand held If you can't tell, this shit effortless though You get peeled, then a wheelchair is something you can definitely own A chop' stick (chopstick) will show you how a vegetable roll I done really carried out orders, and ran goons I'm just speakin' in General, Sole (Tso) Niggas is hoes And you can't keep it real yourself Nigga suicide (Or I'll do the job, you decide Kill yo'self!) [Round 2: Saflare Sole] This nigga throw up gang signs all night I mean, we know he a Crip That's why it's kinda odd y'all But if I break his fingers, don't take offense, somebody come guard dawg Then it's Patches, in a wheelchair, and God calls He seize (C's) up, then the Crip died from a sign, like Hardball KMM, this hit was a mob call Ken Nitty go with the scope, I'm Oswald That slogan a joke He 'bout to take so many punches, the fans- Bitch I'm a livewire Pistol whip, put a .9 by ya You know what happens if my hands on the ropes too long? My palm fire I'm really 'bout to end bro life They like [?] dagger to his chest, then I'm draggin' the knife Engrave (in grave) a puncher like Kimbo Slice The nigga dead But y'all his fans so y'all gonna deny that it's right I think you can tell with no problem, like Charleston White This a fight for ya life War ready, for any mishappens Pull up, in vest and (invest in) hoodies; Sheed Happens Hold up, cause I really go to war with the best So happens, if that line Happens to get me a Trophy, burn it, I like to earn my respect Let me talk to the vet Your battle with Don Marino, I couldn't make sense of it I'm lookin' at the screen like, "How could this be?" Smack must've just drove to the store and said, "You two get in the Jeep." [?], he knew both the aliens would work for cheap This nigga is dumb It's been two Henny's to the stage ever since they begun I mean it's prolly gonna stay like that 'til it's done Beas' and Smack on that cognac, league owners ain't even fuckin' wit' Rum Play wit' me? And a nigga rot for that I'ma ask you two questions, one time, be careful cause there's a plot to that If you answer the wrong way, you can get shot for that Are you an Alien or a US citizen? Cause there's a special box for that My family, I was really on the block for that At 17 we dropped my auntie off at rehab, she died when she got clean I was young, it was kinda confusing I mean, they say, "Cleanliness next to godliness", and it's not an illusion But if life can teach you that, so can (soak in) death, like Whitney Houston Man I'm a savage, these animal tactics I'll flip a Quarter to make a dollar, I got a gamblin' habit Don't pass me the ratchet Strong arm; Angela Bassett Bask in the moment or the moments you passin' Couple with down syndrome; special attachments Still accurate on an off night I won't miss (mist) with the lens, it's fog lights Pistol whip, goin' 'cross Cornell head MS13 tat; elbow Web(b) Snap a limb, an arm will break Body shots, foldin' Powell (pile); it's laundry day This a funeral, URL just Usher'ed him in It's The Faculty The Alien's weakness is all this dope in my pen He asked for the fade, and that's when the shots happen All that fightin', just to face a Chrome like Eazy The Block Captain Snappin', shoot 'til everything empty Loadin' up the semi Van with the hemi Ladder out the side, it's wheelchair friendly I'm really 'bout to murder this fake His bitch eyes wide, she know her fate 12 took her side first, it's a domestic case Hole wide (Hoe wired), look into it; investigate Knife and scalp, round it out; estimate Remains a pile (Powell) of bones; desecrate His EKG will look like the Vans logo Just tell your mans to chill Cause once it's a straight line, that's when everything go downhill Where I came from, we came up off pure luck, we never planned into it Kinda like this battle with Webb, I ain't seein' ahead, I just ran into it Cannon's shootin' Cause they know that I'm that strong I'll rock a GOAT in the face, I'm Matt Barnes I'm a real killer, ain't no way to ignore it Len Bias, I OD to push Maryland forward [Round 2: Rum Nitty] Aye! Y'all gon' make me shoot a person He said he was gonna engrave (in grave) a puncher like Kimbo Slice? That shit was truly perfect Punch myself right back out that box like Uma Thurman I'm with the extras I done laid out in people's front lawns just to send a message Shit get hectic Hidin' out, chopper in the bushes, look like I'm trimmin' hedges Losin' a loved one will put you in depression So if y'all ain't tryin' to feel that pain (Payne) throughout the company, then y'all better get to steppin' I really do this, I live it I never try to act cool for a nigga Since a youth we was in it In juvie detention made me feel like my little movie was endin' We got out, and got right back actin' bad; to be (Tubi) continued Fool on the menu Choose another style This nigga think he Nu Jerez or somethin', he a fuckin' clown 'til I dump a round And so much Blood runnin' outta Baby Twork on the flo' they had to scrub the ground Niggas even took my style, they like to imitate rappin' the Nitty way So I'm out here puttin' Footz (foots) on necks (X), and that's just to demonstrate (them and Strait) All there of those styles is mine Me and Twork mirror each other so technically yo' style is mine I ain't just influence the way Sole (Soul) Train, I can go down the line My locs down to slide, they eager to squeeze His wife gotta go if he catch that white bitch with Sole (soul) like Teena Marie Leave it to me, it get worse for shorty, she ain't gon' make it through They done brought nurses for her, she unstable too Goin' through pain while Sole (soul) stuck in the waitin' room; feel like Purgatory You heard the story? The west been runnin' it, you know the vibe, no facade I'ma go for my .45 Hunt him down, they go and hide They scared too, soon as I caught them niggas from the east, the shell blew And this bitch Sole can die You know the vibes I really said that patna, this a setback Stay off [?] you don't accept that option, you gon' get cooked I don't know what ya homie Sole (soul) on Footz (foots) but he a dead man walkin' Lead blam on him Pull up in a black .40 get nailed Pop the trunk, they gonna try to toss me under a Florida cell Toss the gun, cause I ain't goin' to jail In the Expedition throughout the desert, felt like Oregon Trail I can't go for an L I'm eluding the task force You know how many the boys in blue book? I could use me a passport If I pull it's a wrap for him I knew one day I would have to step on yo' fat ass Sole When you got put on this platform It's bad for him And it's lookin' like a dark fate, let off eight and send you to a calm place Fuck what y'all think He gon' need help gettin' the company off the ground, cause they done threw you in The Shark Tank Dawg fake Before I pull it I'ma spark it Close range, tryin' to put a bullet through ya garment We got plenty guns, and this one an Air Force 1 And Sole lookin' like a target Marksmen We damage blocks, my niggas will hit the studio then the track'll drop after they clap an op' That's the Aftermath, Ruthless, so Sole death (So So Def) will be gettin' mentioned in they Rap-A-Lot Fam' get shot He probably not buyin' it if I say I own a thousand chops That's most likely something that's sold out (Sole doubt), 'til I pull out a stock [Round 3: Saflare Sole] One thing you never do, is talk about a man's wife To be honest, after that bar, I was just ready to load up hollows And I did pull up with my wife, she just like my gun, a German model Let me ask y'all a question Any of y'all ever been under the same roof as blood and ain't speak ? You know what it's like preppin' three-rounds for a GOAT like this in six weeks? While workin' a second shift and can't sleep? And tryin' to play the role of a father like Lil' Meech It's deeper than rap Nit', I was really deep in the trap Why they say when you step on crack it break ya mama back? That never happened to me I stepped on crack, that shit got me and my mama back on our feet I was stuck for the profit Watchin' fiends shake, OD, and vomit Jiminy Cricket; that type shit buggin' (bug in) my conscious I never lied My life like the aftermath of the crash that Twork survived That just mean the madness is still well and alive I was never green I was in 23 and 1, facin' 20 like I'm 19 With nothing good to remember I mean, we seen Thanos beat the Avengers That's why I never did believe in public defenders My life was tragic I mean, how I come here, go from a Crucible to a Summer Madness? Celebrate with a Volume, survive a (Survivor) Series of events and start all this Traffic? Star power, already had it Consider Kellz, Remy Ma, I'm just that easy (Eazy) to manage When I got here, niggas wondered what made me so special Conditioning, I trained on a different schedule High school, fo(u)r consecutive years I've learned on a different level I had to get my mind right, I wasn't always talkin' this way I was a young nigga sparkin' an .8 2Pac and Biggie, now it's a matter of altering Faith I'ma fix this lil' champs persona today I mean, this was supposed to be Ave in a way Hold up, so you mean to tell me y'all alternate (alter Nate) for me to alternate (alter Nit') back in his place? We don't hustle the same I mean, speakin' of Hustle, I don't know if you still with her or not my nigga But even if you are, I'm proud For real, I wouldn't get up here and say nothin' wild Skully and Mulder, why would I go diggin' up for Alien's ex (X-Files) I'm not concerned with ya love life But we do share concerns for the same reason we love life Rest in peace to both our moms, tears roll down my face on a dark night We got kids Rum, for their grandmothers [?] dawn on us to shed light She was my one and only So Sole, I went ahead and made a name from it Losin' her, I never really regained from it Start fightin' a lot, I couldn't refrain from it Took them same punches, came to battle rap and created a lane from it But in the trap? It was hard for niggas to stop my plans I'm talkin' pots and pans, droppin' grams I had to pitch, fork in the water like Aquaman But one trap, was just weed, that spot there chill The coke pump up the street, that's where shit got real But I kept the brown wit' me, and gave great deals Cause only I know what's best for Bobby like Hank Hill Hustlin' in this generation will get a nigga cranium crack That's why I only deal with older plugs; Radio Shack My life was mean There were times I had to sell a fiend a 50 in the cellophane Had to make quick plays at night No scale, there is a solution, go back to my old method and eye ball white Hand to hand and rock on the strip? That's dumb shit Now I just stick with the powder, that's Fun Dip I'm in an elite spot, me and bro are all vets, that's how we rock I use Footz (foots) pump, it's a Reebok Shot Suge then he dropped Pistol whipped T-Top But unfortunately I missed Cuz (cous') like Key Glock I'll spin in the middle of 'em all, it's a Fiat Now everything inside comin' outside, it's a detox Dawg scrap, we unloaded with all straps Rum, find somewhere for safety it's a hard hat No fakin', I really get shit shakin' Send me to pen, Powell (pal), I'm right (write) at you once I get the loc-ation Put a track on his whip, I know his every move vividly Outside his house, the nigga dead when he get to me Posted with the Chrome, checkin' for Webb (web) activity He clipped, German Ruger, I hit his bitch I'ma real killer I use this .4 in (foreign) a lot, I'm a Benz dealer Said I was gon' die, how outrageous, flagrant We even could've placed a bet; Las Vegas Blaze him Aye Smack, for now old man, send a little paper to me I mean, I'm your new investment, get ready to make interest I mean I ain't gon' lie, I was watchin' the cam' since you was in The Trenches Why would I leave? It'll probably be too easy (Eazy) to be the face of a league full of bitches Maryland [Round 3: Rum Nitty] Known to let a cannon loose if I have to shoot Absolute Been a savage And where I'm from, being trigger happy is an attribute Might grab ya bitch up if we don't capture you Crack a roof Beat the makeup off her with a Louisville, battin' rouge (Baton Rouge) Slide by where you stay, get the passion through with hammers too Dyin' to see Sole (soul) pop out when I hit the block (whoa) It's Crash Bandicoot You 'bout to get everything you askin' for I'ma connect so damn hard when I smack him Troy, that bull ring gon' swing back and forth Look like I'm knockin' on a castle door It's war! Shell shockin', whole gang'll air Pull up in a pair of Wranglers 'Flare, it's a bell bottom We'll rob him Beat information out of one of the company guys Like, "Where the papes y'all hold?" And if they lie Sole (De La Soul), one of them dies On God I done been through torture, lost a lot in these battle fields that we went to war in Saw death with my own eyes I remember mournin' My world turned Upside Down and my face flare, I'm a Demogorgon You think this nigga gon' win? That's cap talkin' Fam' stop it This a big moment nigga, we ain't gon' see Sole deliver until we end up on the black market My life was like a safari We was networkin' in the streets Makin' niggas clean out they cash if the chrome was in the reach I was in the kitchen if you searchin' where I be The work dryin' off look like clear cookies, but you don't know my history Lift and squeeze, this is me Your homeboy get paralyzed if he get hit with these Now Footz (foots) won't be able to feel a thing like Mr. Deeds This is me I ain't like these rappers, no role models at home made us jump in the streets faster I seen madness We couldn't wait to explore, we shot straight off the porch like a Ring camera Heat clapper, I'll let a hollow out Let you hear a copper round (cop around) like a police scanner Elite champion Fuck what a nigga think about Nitty rank I was really in the ring, washing shit, back-to-back, like a prison sink By any means You thinkin' this nigga finna murk me? Nah I'll let a 30 off If I get hurt, the company finna pay for it, it's workman's comp You heard me dawg? My niggas will hunt ya bitch down if they catch her out roamin' Follow her around closely, like a stalker do Soon as we found out she belong to you, we prowled on her (proud owner) I'll smoke her Not too many of these rappers active, stop it They just rap about it The industry got way too many rappin' problems Niggas might catch a body, then hit the court with the 6'9" point, like Magic Johnson Catastrophic Niggas hoes, I'll get you gone Body in the river cold You ever seen, I'm Gonna Get You Sucka? That mean they gonna find you when they fishin' Sole Different mode It's over wit' Show you the difference between Sole and Nit' So when it happens you see the pen not the same like when you sew and knit You know we spit, keep big heat on the low, the clip release over ten Extra chop, squeeze 16 in a row, my wisdom teeth growin' in Condolences