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crs battle league - rum nitty vs. quis lyrics

[round 1: rum nitty]
we got rum m+th+f+ckin’ nitty vs….marquis jackson
aka quiz
you real trash
i ain’t even watch none of yo’ battles my n+gga
you gon’ get k!lled bad
this real facts
i don’t know nothin’ ’bout the fellow quiz
…and he gon’ still pass!
steel blast
this sh+t ridiculous
i could give a f+ck about that 10k that you won in that tournament, that was pennies n+gga
i won 150, you get the picture
you barely even get credit for ’10 bands’ like quentin miller
lift the pistol
[?] pull
i don’t need three or fo’ straps, only one tool
leave you in a blood pool
then i’m stashing (stash in) the body like drug mule
don’t be dumb fool
cause for real i’ll embarrass you
you think getting a nitty battle gon’ help yo’ career?
yo’ sk!lls is just tеrrible
this won’t help you build up your revеnue
i mean they gave you a plate, but it’s like death row, you still gotta execute
the tec’ll shoot
or you get the streetsweeper
his b+tch won’t be the same after he die, she gon’ need jesus
pictures all in the house
wonder why did he leave ’em
and on her phone, is his face in the screen saver
like a bee keeper
this b+tch borin’
you are about to come in here and lose to some sh+t i wrote…this mornin’
you can’t keep it real yourself…
[round 1: quis]
how come, i hopped out some p+ssy then had to rap about one
they said my arms too short to box with god
let’s close the distance
load and lift it
.45 got a little weight to it, so i hold it different
attach the hon bun, a conundrum, i don’t even know what’s in it
i’m undefeated in arizona, tonight’ll be no different
wrote my first few raps in bro’s kitchen
my first metronome was the stove cl!ckin’
now i’m pole liftin’, chop’ to the side of his face; samuel in pulp fiction
this a crazy accomplishment
but i got a bone to pick like a paleontologist
the curve clip, it give the k a compliment, it’s been [?] like the [?]
took a lesson from the mob with this
bombin’ sh+t
y’all had rum on paper, i made a molotov with it
for those that’s sayin’ i can’t beat ya
couldn’t be more far left than antifa
your only substance is how you blam heaters
i made my substance connect in the water like pangea
there’s so much white in the ivy league
i knew at some point sig’ cornell would be right for me
the irony
on one hand you’re an opportunity
on the other my time ain’t free
negotiations had me tryin’ to juggle low (juggalo) like icp
gun line king?
i’ma fire first
tec sparkin’, sketch artist
quick draw; wyatt earp
wire work, whip my first few babies but the died at birth
read rock, had the house on high alert
in front of the fiends, 2 g’s on top of a g, it’s a designer shirt
where i’m from, you gotta make it
i’ve seen my favorites fall from greatness cause they got complacent dollar chasin’
that’s why i learned the bug came right before the raid once the cops surveilling
we the reason the block was vacant
drive+bys had the opps was prayin’ that we missed (mist) through the glass like condensation
i give a f+ck ’bout yo’ crippin’, you’ll bleed like i do
it’s only right i send this crip n+gga up+ the sky blue
keep in check, them n+ggas beside you
cuz, unless you’re all (cholesterol) willing to die like fried foods
my og’s told me, “be prideful”
told me, “if the da find you, don’t let it define you.”
in the land of the sand
n+gga, our lines drew
suicide or i’ll do the job, aight, cool
this gon’ be an anunnaki kamikaze
make it plain (plane) the alien gotta die too
rap yo’ heart out
[round 2: rum nitty]
aight, that sh+t was kinda cool
but the whole round, it wasn’t aimed at me
but this is aimed at you
you better move

{chokes}

take two {laughs}

squeezin’ the weapon
it’s gonna go from you rappin’ on stage
to on the flo’ bleedin’ in seconds
i’ll pull the heat then i’ll stretch ya
gonna be on the flo’ lookin’ like he makin’ snow angels
that’s what you get for tryin’ to leave an impression
i think you pathetic
i got a treacherous team
if i said you could be a part of e.f.b. + i was lyin’…sellin’ be dreams
disrespectful, just me
i would’ve made you play the background and hold my water, mark (watermark), and barely get [?]
i carry big heat
heavy mag’ clap
we already knew the location to where he kept his fan at
pull up, in a red+ish van, strapped
park right outside of jackson house like the neverland ranch
you better stand back cause i’ve been the truth
i remember ridin’ around in honda’s and sh+t, it was miserable
i had to upgrade the whips i use
first it was accord (a cord)
then it was an audi (outie): a clipped umbilical
{chokes}

i’ll run up on your whip with h+lla bangers
run up, squeezin’ through the door, like i’m ’bout to miss the elevator
this what separates us
i really can’t get jiggy with this sh+t, i’m a real life record breaker
i bury haters

[round 2: quis]
between me and yo’ other battles, they fear is tremendous
you beat up on everyone who don’t dare to be different
they mirror your image
put all of they belief in the alien like conspiracy theorists
but this is rum
i can’t be a favorite, so i came with a stainless
my favorite mil’ (meal) like my grandmama made it
he close to home so i call him dolo then the alien ate it (alienated)
it’s coke b+tter
we had the apartments troubled
got this heart from struggle
dropped the heat in the pot once it starts to bubble
then turn over on the rock like jamarcus russell
the gun equipped, don’t touch him if i’m clutchin’ it
this my replacement mil’ (meal), it’s a supplement
all that talkin’ through rounds, hold it down, or i’ma up this b+tch
and put a beam on an alien, it’s a mothership
ayyye!
i feel like tay roc, i had to approach this battle with caution
they give rum to a n+gga who granny died from bein’ an alcoholic
am i really e.f.b.? i can’t call it
avatar i just aired water
and you’ll get somethin’ sent amongst the temple; a pray offer
it’s high risk, low reward, right?
i had the foresight to have you in my .4 sight
a colorado n+gga let the can’ blew (blue); coors light
it’s wartime, in the field still after 4th quarter; the score’s tied
there’s a difference between bein’ outta my league and behind a paywall
for those sayin’ this a battle they can’t call, i hate y’all
too blind to see this goin’ keys sway like ray charles
eight b+lls, we stretchin’ it
every order over nine, get a testin’ kit
trap house, elbows on the table, f+ck his etiquette
migs told y’all about cross breedin’, i come from puttin’ birds in a bronco, that’s a pegasus
f+ck a youtube comment or critic, i got this
jiminy cricket, lately something’s been buggin’ (bug in) my conscious
you told me i don’t look the part cause i’m modest
but when i see you b+tches with whips and chains it’s only bondage
let’s skip the nonsense
i could retire right now knowin’ that this is more than most men will accomplish
i could’ve wrote a five minute round but draggin’ my foot is (footz) not an option
rap yo’ heart out

[round 3: rum nitty]
alright, this n+gga had dreads on earlier

you gon’ have to give it a rest
this gon’ be like 2k when you get hit with this tec (tech)
cause a headshot will put this lock on me, like a perimeter threat
i’m really the best
stop the hype
you really gon’ come in here and do all this talkin’, we all know you not gon’ fight
we not alike
fans askin’ if i’m gonna come in here and check mark (checkmark)
i said, “you got it right.”
get shot on sight
i don’t think this b+tch smart
i’m thinkin’ to myself like, “how the f+ck did he get this far?”
he don’t even spit bars
how you gonna compare stacks if he don’t measure up?
we need to bench mark (benchmark)
the clips spark
i’m wit’ the drama
ride around strapped try to get it poppin’
we got plenty options
chopper in the back, hit a 40 sittin’ up front like the balenciaga
you gonna witness trauma
this when the violence start
stand up, fight back, show me you got some heart
the tool hit body parts
y’all gon’ think i can’t shoot in this m+th+f+cka, cause i’m shootin’ sh+t off the mark
stop it!

90 seconds

[round 3: quis]
the irony
my test is the n+gga who got the cheat sheet rhymin’
a pen to test my authenticity like b.b. diamonds
but he be lyin’
failed to mention the reason the alien be sittin’ on bars, is cause e.t. dyin’
you can’t be serious
thought i was gonna try angles with the alien? they built the pyramids
god flow
no idea we amount (a mountain) to like colorado
i’ll pull up, take a piece of nugget, then peel off in a bronco
switch the plot
i’m everything this n+gga not
let’s get straight, arm bars won’t win, this ain’t mma
you just in the way
bulldog, don’t make me send a stray
they sent the plate
i’ll beat yo’ ass from where this n+gga stay
down to the block where he was pitchin’ weight
i’m talkin’ draggin’ alien through the desert; independence day
shout to me
y’all don’t know what it took to earn this
i was sellin’ clean, hid it with detergent
started with a van of (vanna) white, but n0body to put the word in
i was servin’, to the best fiends
pure raw came with a test feed
we was stretchin’ 3+5’s, i didn’t get paid until next week
we had birds swimmin’ in the water, the got webbed feet
make it mean somethin’
train yo’ b+tch to approach me with a smile when she comin’
or get half the clip from the machine dumpin’
then put the rest in yo’ b+tch face for mean muggin’
these last few months, the almost took it out of me
so i sat down for a couple like counselling
i’m the one who phone ring when they call the cavalry
i got people i never met proud of me
happy i got booked to shine like alchemy
a lot to deal with
when i get triggered i got a k!ll switch
y’all was thinkin’, “rum clear” just for me to steal it
you finger gun fanatic, we ain’t scared of your tactics
i’m prepared for the madness
strapped with the arms like a heroine addict
nothin’ compared to the trappin’
the glass wear to gymnastics
i can really teach classes on how to get it crackin’
that’s why they expected rum and cocaine quis to have a classic

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