Rum Nitty vs. Yunus

Lyrics

[Round 1: Rum Nitty] You ain't no savage it's a fuckin' act I don't wanna hear no gun bars about how your 'matic got a drum attached We done with that Yo' pops ain't work as a janitor and bust his ass For you to be a fake battler, grabbin' guns and dumpin' straps That's against yo' tradition, your family wasn't wantin' that I bet as an African child, he always had to (w)rap behind his mother back We hustle packs Trappin' all we ever did Workin' extra, but it was certain levels I thought I'd never hit Just like you, was on the verge and couldn't get over the hump and I had to cell a bit (celibate) You ain't scarin' shit It's straps on me I mean, you probably couldn't tell cause I act lowkey This cat's so weak Pistol whip Go across his head with the burner (Burna) Boy, you gеt your afro beat (afrobeat) Facts O.D Beliеve he gettin' stretched Wrap my hands around ya shit Now he wheezin' for breath Watch me squeeze him to death I'ma make this African bitch feel right at home, when I keep wringin' (ring in) ya neck Ain't no peace treaties- we step I'ma murk this little bitch Urgent - right out the gate, cause I heard you stealin' shit It's the same thing in every verse this nigga spit He gonna say his parent's name, where he was from and even have a little Footz (foots) impression, like a birth certificate I'll really trip Loading up the pistol Close range, hole up in ya temple Know a nigga trippin' I lit sticks and fire like I'm makin' S'mores, and that'll hold him over for a minute On my soul these niggas timid This a for sure body Get ya boy homi'd I'll get to whippin' ass Right out the gate, like a horse jockey It's gonna be more problems, if you don't kick back Try me I'll knock ya muthafuckin' lights out, on impact Chin tap So if the spaceman get to actin' Diesel- Pitch Black! Against Hansel you really did that You was up there wildin' on him Stylin' on him But you're African, of course you had to go the extra mile for Water Nah I'm lyin' Pussy, you got smoked proper They put a plate in this African bitch face, and he couldn't even hold Water No talkin' Can't keep it real yourself (Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide Kill yoself) [Round 1: Yunus] I said, they got the kid Yunus with the Martian I'm 'bout to show you who really got the cheat sheet rhymin' Fam' gon' have to pull the plug on you, so off the rip believe he dyin' We toe to toe Rum in this hype scene you know I'm punchin' in high speeds They say "The Alien be sittin' on bars like E.T. ridin'" And that was goin' home under a white sheet Out the gate, overdose, potent, I'm high key what "goin' up" means I was tryin' to leave Chess (chest) red Is y'all slow or what B? But then I thought about it, it ain't a difference He be sick and you Crippin', either way somebody throwin' up, see (C) I know the whole world got me gettin' sprayed up in the worst way Don't be surprised when I pass the Crip like the Special Olympics Y'all don't think I'm fully able in the first place Let him test, I manifest and finesse in events In this small room settin', I'm mutin' (mutant) this bald headed Crip; Professor X You better shake the room or you die slow When it comes to my pen, the Crip better spit crack I feel like [?] He a pack fo' sho' Squeeze a, black and chrome Heater with the silver slider, got a Fantastic Four Feature, get packed in the trunk Breathin', for miles (Myles), kidnapped, sounds like the last act of Moesha I'll pick him off though with a two tone model, it's Winnie Harlow 'Til he's dead Crazy to give a college kid to the Crip Cornell But I see red But I don't got the best aim when I'm dumpin' the heat But I know y'all gon' run EFB if I burst in air won't be a single person there I'm makin' more than a couple retreat Told Mr. Suicide I know I'm takin' a (w)risk to make the cut So it's lit today I'll have his homies deserting Rum; it's a Crème brûlée You gon' get left, up, down, right fast, I play wit' cheat codes I make a [?] Your gang gon' speed home, finito And Every Effin' Bar ran back like AMG Mode For Cuzz Webb, I don't gotta curse or (cursor) nothin' I just went to Detroit with my small clique (click) in the glove You know dawg elite The biggest key you got a space bar that you're gonna say tonight I know you've been keepin' tabs to go off with me OSBL, these other teams know not to beef My foots (Footz) on the gas and I swerve off (Swervo) with Sheed If they shift to (2) where you at (@), you won't see no URL Switch bro out the league Dump out lead, these three buttons will shut down Webb; Control-Alt-Delete But I know it's no need for me airin' a mag' I can stomp you in some Adidas [?] Tearin' 'em fast Stainin' my damn kicks Give The Alien Stan Smiths like American Dad You Roger that? Out of EFB I faced Hansel, Ms. Hustle, Franchise, JC Whether a win or loss I was bombin' Now I'ma catch you and NXT, Ave, Riggs, Gotti and the rest of ya team might get killed I'ma chalk 'em That's the Plant, Alien, Nate, Blood, Bay and everyone else Little Shop of Horrors It's gettin' gory And I did call out Wess but don't nobody care about Jerry; like Rick & Morty I don't care if he be rhymin' with the cheat sheet Rick & Morty? Now I gotta pop out and show The Alien like Mr. Meeseeks Clean sweep Effortless, and I won't stop 'til your vital signs look like a TV Censorship, my schemes be Better with- Time [Round 2: Rum Nitty] A weak ass six minute round [Yunus] 2:30 [Rum Nitty] You know what's disturbing to me? How in Every Fuccin' Bar you always got a burner to squeeze Nigga just be lettin' shit fly- the nerve of this geek I mean, you'll let your hands fly, you'll let the can' fly You'll let everything fly Except the birds and the bees You a nerd we can see He's a fuckin' virgin! A fuckin' virgin! He's a nerd we can see Aye, these new niggas ain't from the cloth Plus try to get up here and tell me about my career, but you won't make it this far You from Twitter Spaces ain't nobody bringin' you up So it's no way you can talk The first battle that he say that he saw? Was Con' vs. Hollow That's the craziest part And it was the rematch What day did you start? Niggas just be skippin' the DVD era (error), I can't play with these marks I'ma lay you in chalk cause I think he frail Rob him, take his wealth He gon' give up everything and run away to Africa like Dave Chappelle Watch what you say as well If I hear something crazy in this Genius lyrics, I'ma make him sit down and explain himself You lame as hell I'll slide through where ya crew at Five troops when this .9 shoot you, you get blew back I don't like dude and you knew that If you love Africa so much Yunus? Then why (Y) you (U) in (N) the U.S.? If you take a look at how we live, it's crooked how we livin' We're sellin' dope just to get food to put up in the fridge Pushin' what I did Tryin' to keep my head above water like a pool floaty- I put that on my kids You about to get all the smoke And take- (So many punches the fans yellin' "Get off the rope!") Pull up to his crib with mad killers You was in there with a bitch, finally about to get some ass wit' it Lift the Des' pistol Clip her while she was about to give you the sacks (unisex) This Colt (coat) for bitches and niggas I caught this man slippin', like, "Oh you stylin' huh?" That's just gonna get you and your people robbed , I'll round 'em up Go in they pocket, now they out of luck Took everything from the Space Invader like Galaga You ain't had enough? Aye, you be stealin' these niggas shit He goes brrrrr, then bring a line back with a few things that he switched I don't think that he's slick I can step on a half and bring an ounce back You ain't the only one to remix a zip We with the shit What this bitch keeps speakin' for? We'll show up to the event About 15 deep or more When this bitch squeeze, meet the Lord I'ma let everybody live- except the little Space man; like the MTV Awards [Round 2: Yunus] Now, you had a couple bars about me being a virgin, and that was real fine but Didn't DNA call you a "Crab"? Fair to say that was pussy, and I don't know what that feel like You 'bout to- well I'm 'bout to, "get all the smoke And take so many punches the fans yelling get off the-" Lame, save it, let me flip off the ropes; Tank Davis If it's melee I may lay ya Deuce in the boot, pullin' out from the bottom to top it off, I play Jenga Tell The Alien "Come in peace" If he cruise through trippin' I hold up the V then the deuce deuce split 'em You might be the greatest but you food Nitty Yeah I souped up the GOAT, then made foo foo wit' it I make a special with the lies I'ma end you in your prime You can't turn up when I turn up- Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde If he thuggin', piece boomin' Speed up, then squeeze to him Like a Maury camera man, you keep runnin', I keep shootin' He gon' limp off, cause I'm gun powder, pissed off Cast Away; get lost Before I spray you, clean out the window like a Windex bottle, then spin off He gonna use all the pain killers when dawg get laid injured Knock him into equipment Smooth dropped this gang member See a bald head spinnin' the camera like 2Pac in 'Made Niggas' Nah, cause this is The Matrix I've been droppin' numbers cause son cold (code) Now you get to see up close that I'm the One O(h) and I'm on 10s, point blank, and it's already 1-0 You gonna hate this ending If I miss, you'll gonna see the black cat double back, The Matrix glitching I up the tool Yo' style like Smack droppin' App battles on the 'Tube, it's nothing new What it do? I was there when you battled Footz He was wildin' with the time and that's the real spiel But you ain't stop him once I thought you had power but you was just starin' at Footz (foots) for hours, likeKill Bill But I asked Pat for his gat to get crazy wit' it He from D.C., that's a District 9 The same one that he turned to The Alien You see me Rum? Don't make me catch a battery with the handle like a BB gun I'm tellin' bro, Monopoly is how I'm endin' holmes (homes) Mediterranean Ave or Boardwalk, you the next to Go I pull up, white van at midnight if you talk hype Get knocked out in a Savanna, locked down, Lebron wife Get tortured in a cellar He gon' find out I'm nothin' to play with When it adds up on Web(b) like a bootleg site, you know, piracy I'm keepin' Rum in the basement You see how Yunus be rappin'? You'll get pistol whipped and eat the gun with bleedin' gums Now that truly is tragic Like a Conehead, The Alien went from a mouth full of tissue to chewin' a Magnum Pause Cause usually Yunus keeps it cool and calm on his issues Using common sense to cook, but now that I'm in the venue Hit a Crip with a copper clip with copper tips, it'll strip you Straight through his chest, now you can see the other way with the C; Comedy Central They say between me and you that I don't belong until Nitty put down bad When you on A.T. Alien (ATlien) who really an outcast (Outkast)? Cause Yunus here to prove that he can rap with thee elites What's an Alien to a Space Invader? Leavin' Earth is super-natural (supernatural) to me That's round 2 [Round 3: Rum Nitty] Now that was a GOOD six-minute round Do not get caught in a jam Do you know it's pitiful? When they tell me I'm one dimensional, but my bars always land I'm like, "Dawg, whatchu sayin'?" I mean, I might not be able to rebuttal, like A. Ward I got these punches in the palm of my hand Dawg, you a fan I could get up here and act all braggadocios But I'm a humble nigga I take the matches the fans want to see, I don't ask for no one You don't bring shit to the table Not even a glass or coaster You just around (a round) for nothin', dead weight (wait), that's a vulture I get to snappin' on you You know I'm finna trip Kill you then get back into fan mode so I can watch the event Dawg you 'bout to take a loss in this bitch You better ask ya patnas The African should've had a talk with the clique (click) You'll get caught if you flip You gon' eat dirt When these burst get your team murked But I gotta take the baby foots (Footz) out first, like a breached birth We purge Aye, y'all know you got your dawg killed, right? He gonna be in a closed casket, he done lost his life To the family that do not sit right But at least he gon' find out what the inside of a box feels like You not that hype I think you overrated You only poppin' cause of Twitter, y'all think he's so amazin' I would've killed you on there too, got to goin' crazy Soon as I spit a rhyme, Invisalign, it would've closed the Spaces No mistakin', you know I'm finna trip Go ahead, go over the time limit like you just did I'ma look for your manager and I raise the clip Cause you know, that's kinda like a breach of contract So Doc pay for this Don't be takin' all day and shit, cause I really don't play You gon' need some type of breakout performance like a prison escape Lift up the K The next time you try to steal Footz style, it's a watch tower, you won't even get to The Gates You a frivolous fake [Round 3: Yunus] Jeruz, you alright bro? [Nu Jerzey Twork] What the fuck? [Yunus] Nah cause you hypin' every one of his lines I'm like - til I burn you with the steel Didn't T-Top have a Cooking With Kya line? I'll hit Twork with a mil' (meal) See y'all I don't really care when y'all say I rap for the nerds, cause that ain't hurtin' me But, but, have y'all even heard his schemes? He's references Binomials, audio frequencies Palindromes, the Berlin Wall and anime including hentai which is cartoon porn Cornell is for way bigger nerds than me The gangstas I used to hoop wit' told me I ain't need the streets Plus I worked my ass off when I care about school, please believe What I look like gang bangin' with strict African parents I couldn't come home with no B's and C's Aye Hansel, I'm actually a second gen' immigrate, let me state my truth Fans askin' what I'ma do with The Alien like I wasn't raised by two You was scared to tell people 'bout you workin' at Wal-Mart I mean, I don't get it Aak' The longest job I've ever had to this day was at Target- you been an opp' Switch the plot Since The Alien's arrival, lookin' at all ya rounds I see the future and read ya language You changed it as it's complacent cadence Even that new move you do is dated So I knew he could Jab, Jab, Jab Overhand like that knife game and take a stab at the Spaces Y'all let him get away wit' a lot and it's no joke Like when he battled Quis in his city, the loc choked Then he pulled out his lyrics I know you call yourself "E.T." but you brought a whole new meaning to phone home You gotta stop claimin' you don't have to promo Cause you ain't get on the last Summer Madness last year until Ace Amin made you actually promo That's why you're not the face of SMACK over Roc, and that's fo' sho' though Yeah Rum got a little [?] like Bacardi but the bat's the logo Fun fact Did y'all actually know that Rum's a single father of four? They don't...but they don't really got his face But I know their names too, it's Los Preme, Footz, NXT and Elijah Strait You claimed that they yo' kids But you ain't out here providin' them your lessons? Why you think Footz was rappin' so long against you bro? He just wanted your attention You are a terrible father And teacher to all the battle rap students you claim I mean, you taught 'em it's okay to not angle, promote or have creative approaches Just shootin' a K, Crip, it's truly Insane Cause I used to be a student, so I know it took you so long to raise your stock from the rest So I ain't follow your steps Who else do you know that went from Twitter Spaces to SMACK stylin' with vets? Shakin' endless US cities AND London crowds with finesse? In three years time, it even got you impressed You said, M.O.P. ya 'Ante (auntie) Up' I said my dad was a janitor Your line could've been said to anyone while mine was direct You gotta stop with all the fronts You might've taught me how to punch, but you damn sure ain't taught me how to connect Even YouTube, TikTok, IG, online, I've been wildin' And today is no different Like walkin' outside and hittin' a spider outta nowhere, I really ran into Web(b) and started wildin' Not a problem You haven't had one battle rap round your whole career without loadin' a gun And this whole round, in my third, I didn't do that, at all So tell me, who really know how to punch? Man, let me stop goin' on It's Yunus spittin' and if you ain't catch the name, then you just missed it Time