urltv – jc vs. rum nitty lyrics
[round 1: rum nitty]
it took you 56 battles to finally get your foot inside the door
you had all them shots though, my n-gg-
all them shots and you finally made it
that’s why they criticize the form
and for the record, we was never cool, let’s get it correct
so you personally talkin’ ‘bout me leavin’?
you can dead it, n-gg-, simple as that
or a kick behind your head
soon as you put the bloque in your mouth all that history’s x’d
i’m a cool n-gg-, but i’m still with the sh-t, mil in the grits
i got shots for everybody here in this b-tch
it’s a gun line in every lyric i spit
‘cause i’m honestly next to a tommy, i’m bein’ sincere as it gets
i put a beam right here on the stick
i gave this sks dots, now carter gotta deal with the kicks
you see what talkin’ gets you?
they think my lines ain’t special
‘til they lose in the ring ‘cause the flow on point, this a sonic level
all kinda action, clip long as a bible chapter
fire, let one ring with the arm like a tribal pattern
die in fashion
your heart rate on the ekg machine tryna flatten
now the god pen depend on god to get line reaction
i let lead cook, your set left shook
one shot give ya top the t-top chef trez push
let it bang
arizona heat, put one in your mind soon (monsoon) as the desert rang (rain)
i keep a stainless
but if i don’t shoot you, i’ma noose you
if you don’t get the pound i leave you hangin’
nah f-ck that, bring two bangers
point ‘em y’all way (yaweh)
then yes you a (yeshua) be missin’ j like the hebrew language
you b-tchmade, timid
i walk up on ya whip then raise wit it
then put the five on the gl-ss like a inmate visit
big gauge grippin’
i come after the bloque wavin’ one like dikembe did it
i’m dishin’ shots out
you know i been wit the joint, by the leg where this located (dislocated)
you get hyper? extended pop out
i’m in yo city wit a rocket
i hit michigan and pop it
if rum run in the yak, a prohibition couldn’t stop it
you get the heavy chop
off the chain wit it
draggin’ a piece through j hood since i left da block
get ya momma, uncle, auntie popped
shootin’ wit two arms
but sh-t a get ugly for him when his granny shot
then danny knock and danja get the cannon (kannon)
you know the story
then after i turn up in j’s spot, i’ma .40 40
catch chilla b-tch -ss, load the chrome
somethin’ little blew (blue)
and traveled through his body like osmosis, jones
you thought i left the fo’ at home?
i keep it loaded in the grey hoodie, i never leave my nose alone
i couldn’t coincide witchu b-tches
stand on the same side witchu b-tches
yo n-gg-s got punches that land
mine don’t even f-ck with the cam
j, our riders (j.r. rider) is different
f-ck you, you can’t keep it real to yourself
n-gg- suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide, k!ll yourself
[round 1: jc]
summer madness 6
it’s rum nitty, versus…
you do know you got me all the way f-cked up tonight, right?!
every line i’m dumpin’, rum
absolute respect to your new team
and understand where i’m comin’ from
it’s one-on-one
do not jump into a round tonight
unless you will jump in front of one!
because me, i’m willin’ to pull right up
n-gg-s like us don’t like to hear them stories from afar
i made a way in (wayan), got loc-dawg’ed
i’m talkin’ empty .40’s in the yard
this will not be that great sequel, n-gg- face it now
buck fifty when they see you with the razor out
the scar gon’ haunt you, i’m talkin’ ray finkel with the laces out
this ain’t just about grabbin’ weapons
we don’t tolerate ship jumpin’, that’s the message
now it’s like, who boy is this? he food, poisonin’
and ever since you been wit homi they done had a staff (staph) infection
if we both great at what we do
then why do i leave earth and they give you sky limits?
that’s ‘cause i’m different
i mean, we both gifted
but when you bring that gift to jc, be wise wit it
because you all do it, you bite and don’t even know the author
i mean, you might’ve sharpened the kick like logan daughter
but y’all reincarnations of the last jew, hopeless wit’ it
and off that, you are as innocent as… o.j
you see where i’m goin’ wit’ it?
his bars? the verdict and that trial? no conviction!
all that for nothin’
every time somebody mention “crip” you gotta throw a c up
well, if you wanna talk doin’ some bars
don’t try to hold that sh-t until now
lettin’ them give you holiday heart
then we gotta hear a n-gg- b-tch through a round
naw! naw!
bonnie and clyde, i throw a shot, then a n-gg- b-tch threw a round
i strike the iron while it’s hot
the silencers music to ears, d-mn near musical chairs
’cause soon as it get silent, n-gg-s drop
and this new wave, it’s a lot of n-gg-s rappin’ ‘bout cartoons, nitty
i like burners!
i don’t got sh-t to say about anime (anna mae): i’m ike turner!
but every bar, he gon’ bring my family harm
wit these king-size… candy bars
you really gon’ walk over me?
you need to stay off the gr-ss, please, like, like… stanley yard
‘cause that ain’t nothin’ but dirt any d-mn way
i know, ‘nother friday line, right?
and i told y’all i would like to be done
but it’s too easy to make a punch bowl
and you know you gotta spike it wit rum
i done changed the whole style for this n-gg-
but not only ‘cause y’all miss sh-t
instead of takin’ a slit wrist i took a big risk
and made every step count like a fitbit
well, it’s a new sheriff in this b-tch
why? ‘cause i’m back and deadly
i don’t pull cards, i pull up, and y’all n-gg-s have them ready
n-gg-, chest shot, big revolver, more than one go through
now his core openin’ up like tez in the untold truth
pull your heart out, ‘cause everybody get on this stage wit war stories, you n-gg-s is awful
got shot and let it burn like usher?
yeah, well, when these ratchets talk they gon’ literally cost you
it’s certain n-gg-s that move real presidential with this sh-t
that’s me, i’m that cold and powell (colin powell) just another n-gg- in the mix
i’ve been crazy
and you’ve never warred wit a n-gg- who pen crazy
but i’ve been fightin’
and no matter how much crack you stuff when that pen lightin’
they only know you for the punch
i get him drugged through a setup, i’m indictin’
and of course, i heard all your past callouts
and i didn’t wanna be the one to say it was lame
but n-body else heard it
you see how that placement done change?
i mean, that was live, but i’m more 2k
so remember how you got your face in the game
it’s bodybags at every battle
make sure your homie found one
but do not jump in that b-tch yet ‘cause this is only round one
[round 2: rum nitty]
a casket what you catch
i pull up on your set y’all, give y’all a strap
you’ll hear it barkin’ from the whip like animal neglect
then i left dawg in pontiac
if i catch you playin’, its reverends prayin’ and heaven’s waitin’
then j get some type of angel wit him like hector laced it
somethin’ heavy wavin’
it hit, then it push back the block (bloque), we on tekken playin’
i put the steel up to cuz
let it give j the fire (jada fire): your whole career gettin’ f-cked! let’s get it poppin’
i leave a n-gg- from the bloque (block) shot wit his wig out
i been the wildest
if a n-gg- try me, it’s gon’ get you bodied
behind the mic, i dead dancers: you a thriller zombie
my n-gg- murda was pushin’ you all across frontstage
you wouldn’t say sh-t
stood there lookin’ like a shy n-gg- when he b-mped j
we all for trouble, load up let off a couple
get dropped from the grip easy as carpal tunnel
knockin’ pieces of your body off when the hollow spark
this .50 sick, it can make all things fall apart
they said i was sittin’ on bars, i had to laugh
nothin’ old, i keep a current flow with the pen, this is alcatraz
n-gg-s know that i’m ridin’
suppress the gun so the .40 is quiet
the n-gg- died and had a moment of silence
try me, play and it’s a homi
smooth criminal, you know i took the angle for a body
stop it, ain’t no b-tch n-gg- gon’ play me
‘cause it’ll be a wrap (rap)
wit two arms behind his back like the old jc
n-gg-, play then you’ll get stretched
you from the gang then throw your set
you vice lord, right?
well i put you under the 5 and bang it to the left
that one a let you down
if you thought this vice verse a (vice versa) k!ll me it’s gon’ be the other way around
but n-gg-s tellin’ me, i get all my bars from actin’ scenes y’all
but my rounds is live, you think ’cause it’s from a movie you gon’ die: that’s what brandon lee thought
i don’t understand him, same scenario
you cannot criticize the stance if the punch is landin’
beam on it so i aim better
he try to run, then this a take a n-gg- back, it’s a slave catcher
but who k!lled you is the main question
‘cause i ain’t show my face and kept my mouth zipped
i’m a bape sweater
gang member, give a f-ck who came witcha
black 12, red both sides of j, i flu game n-gg-s
and lil tay tay flatline told me
he brought a bag out for you
south central: they tried to give j roc and it backfired on you
i pull a piece he pray “please”
you know how n-gg-s talk to god when they dyin’, right?
well in that situation is where i’ll be leavin’ (believe in) jc
f-ck you! you can’t keep it real to yourself
n-gg- suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide
[round 2: jc]
this whole punch setup delivery sh-t y’all do, not impressive
it predates y’all, that’s why the lane small
they all talk about the same k!llin’
i can make k!llin’ sound better than nate dogg
rest in peace to a real one, because that’s one life
i’m sure we could glady exchange for this one by sunlight
i go awol (a wall), you don’t make it past, i’m trump-like
i make the call, it’s a done deal
ain’t no helpin’ receivers, relatives either
sh-t if i holla “gram” (hologram) you gon’ need coach-lla to see her
we will never be the same
you take your throwaways you post ‘em on twitter
where n-body check for it
i take my throwaways and make somebody (some body) a throwaway ‘cause i get a check for it
today of all days, you can expect the madness
weapon blastin’, get all of ‘em smoked
old school wit the stick like atari remotes
that just mean i’m pressed for action
you called me out often, d-mn near askin’ for a feature
but in complete fan mode, every jab was from the bleachers
and i’m like, “well, this ain’t good burger, but everything i send bad and that drive ain’t the same when you crash into the teacher.”
n-gg-, you be wit a different team every visit
so the next time you switch sides i’ma be waitin’ for the shot, just cherry-pickin’
the sh-t you do ain’t even k!llin’, it’s barely crime
two n-gg-s, two nickels each, change the paradigm (pair of dime)
now you gotta shoot, rock his roof
mouth open, sh-t spillin’ out
the choppa put him in his place like real estate
and that’s not a punch, it will flip a house
yes, i brought somethin’ in this b-tch that could leave him on the floor
but it might sound arrogant
and that’s ‘cause they ain’t check my eagle (ego) at the door
headshot, all the way up until 2017 i’ve been k!llin’ plenty
liftin’ arms without lendin’ any
and what’s worse, i got the vision to run this sh-t ‘til 2020 (20/20)
that throwaway you posted on twitter
what’s that? trash, at it’s best
i couldn’t even wait to hear what trash was next
they knew this michigan n-gg- was sick when he left
but that’s why me comin’ back to play was such a magic step
oh, but i’m not here to p-ss roc
i’m ballhoggin’, i want the last shot
got all his people clogged in the camry
ridin’ down the street and just hear a ratchet singin’
and i’m talkin’ all in the family
what makes it worse, the f-ckin’ timin’
dicaprio in shutters island how my patience (patients) work
this is a illegitimate stepson
who left the bloque for homi and couldn’t catch one
but that’s why i spark y’all
and what a coincidence, the moonwalker’s arm strong (armstrong)
n-gg-, kneel (neil) because son can shoot
but the pops louder than lavar ball
one time he was apart of all these crews, just like flashin’
jumped ship one too many times, now he need a life jacket
that’s it, i’m done y’all
[round 3: rum nitty]
most of your best performances is when you battle your teammates, that’s when all of your bars h-t
i get it, it’s easier to land punches against somebody you spar wit
makes sense, but then you stay snappin’ on amateurs
debate this, when the last time we seen j black (jayblac) on a champion?
your soul liftin’, one in the dome hit him
now carter can’t feel his face and got no ceilin’
hit yo city, pour wit me, dome kickin’
takin’ a whole family out in pontiac, i’m road trippin’
your sh-t oozin’ if i snuff you
a cracked head expose inside of carter
that’s pookie with the buckle
f-ck you, i don’t feel his style
i mean, i understand wit the pen he wise (pennywise)
but he still a clown, you get it (it) now?
simmer down, i don’t feel a clown
your whole side get hit, no choir sh-t when i fire sticks
big round, make a ultra sound (ultrasound) inside this b-tch
they talk but duck nitty
and for the record, you’ll get the .50 thinkin’ con a punch wit me
dome shot, you fallin’ on your face
if you antic-p-ted me droppin’ carter, sorry for (4) the wait
he throw up a gang, i’ll lay somethin’
i guess since you doin’ all this actin’ out i should raid (charade) somethin’
trey dumpin’, i don’t play wit no marks
this a grown man bodyin’ (body in) a b-tch like when baby boy start
right in, put your g to sleep, and he’ll go clean to sleep
they’ll have to ice jc whole face, now he a jesus piece
i run up on loaded untucked and gun b-tt
if he go under the ladder, lux gettin’ f-cked up
but if that match is too much to ask then you g-ssin’
‘cause facts is, i ain’t earn my respect, i sn-tched it
i grip a big desert, that sh-t’ll make a rider (writer) book
off top like karrine steffans
it’s an adrenaline rush, lettin’ off shots
no audition but i really get stoked (chris stokes) when the arm pop
he wanna die though, i pull a special-made custom auto
then i raise iron like cus d’amato
i said what strap you peel wit?
i get at you, real sh-t
if i send you the pound your whole pack get aired out like i vacuum sealed it
trap talk, you know nothin’ ‘bout it, but you do be snappin’ on ‘em
i can’t lie, he’s unbelievable
but you not believable, that’s your problem
b-tch–ss n-gg-, do somethin’!
i ain’t even have a bar right there, i just wanted to prove somethin’
who want it? you gon die in the long race
this tec, pineapple express, get fired across j
f-ck you! you can’t keep it real to yourself
n-gg- suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide
my fault
[round 3: jc]
dome shots, won’t sh-t survive
if it do, it’ll leave a n-gg- blind
sh-t, he gon have to feel for you
and every n-gg- in the field for you gon’ have to sympathize
i’m talkin’ open arms like when i’m cleanin’ my .40
put rum down when i’m squeezin’ my 40
you n-gg-s basic, n-gg- face it
whatchu took, e? (tookie)
the last time a crip got a shot from the terminator he didn’t make it
smack, wussup?
i know this ain’t addin’ up
but that’s because summer madness 3 you don’t want n-body else to -ssume doin’ the math (math) for you
and i understand that, so this all me
and witout y’all i’m askin’
rob kardashian, i’ll leave and get rid of the bag for you
but i need a clear mind after this ‘cause now i’m in every circle
and you gotta see me, more than a everest commercial
that lil n-gg- jc, calm violence
rappin’ like he’s some kong giant
i’m not, but that notebook came from skull island
it’s that rare and it ain’t a gimmick
but this sh-t you portrayin’, it ain’t convincin’
i’m savin’ you the h-ssle
bobby boucher before the tackle, change the image
newsflash: n-body believed, from the way you handle them hammers in them videos, that you bustin’ them shots
oooh, you make them guns look worse than love & hip hop
good try n-gg-
but i’m nice so say goodbye when the 5 hit ya
and sn-tch your soul like the right picture
change-up (changeup)
‘cause i don’t think the game’s stuck on the right picture (pitcher)
and everything that i throw strike
i’m talkin’ the best sh-t for the record
i couldn’t rest wit no effort
and since everything witchu is h-t-or-miss, we gon make sure da mess stick (domestic) to the record
i’m not a caregiver
i just work wit fire like a airbender
and i’m this different
tonight we shootin’ like we got a problem wit everything
and we nitpickin’ (nit pickin’)
especially, when they tryin’ to k!ll you too, oh you gotta get closer
and make ‘em p-ss first like popovich coached ‘em
it’s all fundamentals, somethin’ i’m kinda mad you forgot
they still tryin’ to figure out a punchline for “after the shot”
it’s too small of a scheme
so, y’all be limited when y’all p-ss him his props
‘cause he only stand tall through a dream
but i guess everybody wanna be the king until the balcony shot
but that’s why it’s not worth it
that’s why n-gg-s criticize the form when… (the shot perfect!)
but you, oh you don’t hold the toast?
you vapin’, just blowin’ smoke
but that’s why we demandin’ the static
so cut the fraud sh-t
ratchet old, but the arms ripped, i’m talkin’ angela b-ssett
i changed the game and the rules
how can you not acknowledge me?
that’s why every time i get in the ring with them
they end up in an octagon wit me
and i just tuck the piece and just say “f-ck peace”
i don’t even do subliminals, i let the sub tweet (subtweet)
like look and listen
see i never played roulette, it’s never a bullet missin’
i just untuck
and keep spittin’ wit part of the piece spinnin’ like young buck
i don’t care who i’m after
you ain’t even safe at home
i slide past the hood like dukes of hazzard
that mean, i like to blast
a son flinch, that b-tch come lightnin’ fast
and we even got somethin’ for the coffin
that mean we grab the nose and spray if any sign is (sinus) bad
rum, it is over wit
overdosed from the dopest pen
y’all know i wrote this sh-t
‘cause summer madness just turned into a eulogy
my condolences
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