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mic masters alliance - rum nitty vs. quest mcody lyrics

[round 1: rum nitty]
y’all know cuz don’t play
we got rum m+th+f+ckin’ nitty vs. quest mcody
aka kimani graham?

[quest] kimani

[rum nitty]
how you say?

[quest] kimani

[rum nitty]
f+ck yo’ name
shall we start with battle bars?
i usually roll cool
but an op’ and (appa) anger take over like an avatar
i’ma catch a charge
through your section, k swingin’
then hop out the escalate flamin’ like shannon sharpe
ya body? get burned to ashes + chard
if i’m bein’ a lil’ blunt, i’ma leave graham in the wood smokin’, and that was harsh
is this ya family marv? i’ma stretch dude
efb way too elite, this how the west move
one of the best groups
i told oppa, “n+gga envy our (in vr) life like an oculus” and that goes for quest too (2)
you just food, you ain’t seen action
i can get it to you straight through the mail, weed trappin’
when the weed packaged, it gets sent, i can mail you a compressed zip like wetransfer
i’m not these rappers
we was rappin’ for sneaks just to keep fashion like pete
is them a.i.’s on your feet? cause i need answers!
he cappin’
if nothin’ else i’ma rap about stuffin’ sh+lls every line
a punch with an arm bar; chuck liddell
i’ma whoop marv, like a stepchild, that’s after i give his brother sh+lls
that mean i’ma give cody (cody) the big (bigg) k and then one (won) the belt
a hundred welts
if you ask me, he should get his ass beat
but what i got for his dear friend? is a thumper, like bambi
this come in handy
your death in vision
tec position
i make sure your brother get the best shot, it’s nepotism
they gonna catch you slippin’
they was in an all black ford truck when i’m sendin’ ’em for quest, that’s an expedition
that’s crazy cause a synonym for “quest” is “an expedition”
i’ma stretch you n+ggas
run to the trunk, get the gun, then head back to unload it, like a pez dispenser
reckless livin’, you better play it real safe
i ain’t scared to pull up on the block where you stay and air k’s
before i fold, i’ma bend a corner or two, then let it fly, it’s a paper airplane
you be playin’ scared games
you gonna get clapped if you try me
i used to keep a little deuce deuce, stashed in the pocket, you copy?
i was in the field with a pea shooter like plants vs. zombies
if he’s flossin’, i might rob n+ggas chains
the cardiar buff if they shinin’, with the nice rocks in the frame
i’ll even swipe dawg little ring
it’s tax season that mean i’ll take the jewels right (jews write) off anything
this n+gga lame
you can’t keep it real yourself
(suicide or i’ll do the job+ k!ll yourself)
[round 1: quest mcody]
i said, quest mcody vs….cornell powell?
wow
aka, “off the rip believe he dyin’
a three+piece” with this heat, if i squeeze iron
it’ll be the alien’s noodle on the ground
that sh+t look e.t. ramen
so welcome out
we’re about two rounds away from them covering up your whereabouts
i air this out
all these stars flew in over the mountains to make a movie, this sh+t paramount
a fair amount dodgin’ bullets on the side, line, runnin’ back, now that’s a flare route
how you gon’ beat conceited?
you would’ve been a con’ vic (convict) lettin’ sole survive a battle
when you should’ve took a flare (saflare) out
i’ll grab this then baow (disembowel)
i make you a sh+ll of your former self
disembowel?
lift then pow!
to toss him off the rocky mountains if what he mention foul
so don’t touch me
sh+t, i don’t care if it’s a pinky n+gga
i’ll throw you off this cliff then (clifton) powell
this is wild
oh twork had a line like that?
stop bruh
he be imitating all this glock stuff
you just fakin’ it powell (+pow+) like a prop gun
stop frontin’
metal blade or a glock dumpin’
it’s not onions but rum’ll drop a tear (tier) after i chop somethin’
you not thuggin’
what? you throwin’ up crip?
that sh+t remind me of growin’ up b+tch, we used to box cousins
we bein’ civil, right?
cause i hope all these punches you promise land
cause your man ave ain’t know what to do with me
let’s keep it 100, c’mon man, two .50’s
one named malcolm
one named martin
i mean, different views, but they both focused on you nitty (unity)
you know how many of your peers i done put down?
lots of ’em
i’m talkin’ whole fields of bodies…lots of ’em
docs comin’
paramedics got the flashlight, they just +n+lyzin’ his concussions
i mean, they (k)not judgin’
i’m in az, glock clutchin’
i’m in a demented sp+ce

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