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urltv - rum nitty vs. swamp lyrics

[round 1: swamp]
i said b+tch i’m the same n+gga in real life that i am on the internet
now first off, writin’ for me was easy as h+ll, ain’t it? i bet it was
do you know how hard it is writin’ for a lil’ m+th+f+cka like you in 2 weeks, at the same time sellin’ drugs?
i’m so locked in on writin’ for this battle, i done missed two meetings wit’ a better plug
the fiends catchin’ me slippin’ without my scale, i’m accidentally blessin’ ‘em wit’ extra crumbs
but f+ck all that
your squad, your family, them crips, i hope they all around you
this .38 in my pocket, i won’t stall to find you
you actually won the last tournament, and that’s the same reason this revolve around (revolvеr round) you
you bout to see the light
it’s gon’ be awfully bright
just another littlе m+th+f+cka wit’ a lotta mouth: charleston white
i know what the f+ck y’all thinkin’, i don’t stand a chance in this f+ckin’ battle
they keep askin’ me, “how you plan on meetin’ nitty upstairs?”
bring that sh+t down to one story once i up the ladder
don’t talk me to death about no gang sh+t, grown man is what we reppin’
if you cross that line then we steppin’
i been in cali wit’ a bunch of crips; had a baby tucked in the cut of that c+section
i be comfortable outta town, don’t get hit wit’ a drum
none of my n+ggas ever become homesick, we don’t miss where we from
i’m the typa n+gga
i’m the n+gga that’s gon’ get you the f+ck up outta here, yea n+gga gon’ look at me
you coont noont, so i understand whatchu mean by you “pushin p”
if it wasn’t for this tournament, n+gga this battle right here wouldn’t be
so it’s f+ck rum, this remy ma: chrome 23
i’m finna get buddy the f+ck up outta here, i know y’all don’t believe the sh+t
it’s gon’ take y’all a minute to sit back, watch, and see the sh+t
this ak hold a hunnid rounds, but i broke him off 75 like when him and geechi split
the only thing this n+gga do is throw up c’s, every f+ckin’ battle, c day
n+gga if i call you on september the 10th, you gon’ be mad if i tell you happy bday?
you think i give a f+ck about yo’ gang ties? sh+t no
that won’t stop me from leavin’ all of yo’ sh+t swole
i won’t respect yo’ crippin’ ‘til you can park in the front of walmart and don’t get towed
you finna be dearly departed, n+gga
you shouldn’t’ve started, n+gga
it begin when a c got threw up, baow, then it drew up and turn a insane to a r+t+rded n+gga
a bunch of punches and they see you wearin’ your flag
and automatically believe you when you say you airin’ your mag
the alien done f+cked around and got the big head, not knowin’ deep down inside he just a regular ol’ american dad
rap you m+th+f+cka
let’s go n+gga
[round 1: rum nitty]
shoutout [random media clothing?], hold this for me

yaaaahh
you finna lose your life and you can’t stop it
prolly was on the way here wit’ it all up on his conscience
flyin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it, havin’ thoughts of death on the plane way (weigh) too much
now this is finally a (find aaliyah) body
a real homi’, ain’t it
you had problems wit’ qp? not me gangsta
i draw somethin’ and mark paige (page) out, i am not qleen (clean) paper
straight up, i hope you ready though, fam’
i always empty out if i let a pole blam
i let it ring ‘til i hear a cl!ck everytime, like mr. telephone man
i could tell he won’t last
i’m finna k!ll him
i ain’t the last couple o’ goons (lagoons) he had to see (sea), i’m a martian, swamp (marsh and swamp), it’s a difference
listen, i’ll really creep
he said he can tell where a n+gga at in his house by the noise the floor make, that sh+t was heat
i’ll throw your body where it can’t be found, splashin’ sound, i heard a different creak (creek)
i leave you laid out in the street
covered up, this b+tch deceased
in other words, for paige (page) it’s a sheet
this b+tch elite, i’ll snuff the homie
stomp you out, jumpin’ on you
if one stitch can’t fix the split made from a pair of timbs, they gon’ have to double+sew you
f+ck a burner, i’ll grab a atch, i’ll grab a hatchet or a axe in this b+tch
you might want to back up, paige (backup page) i’ll start hackin’ yo’ sh+t
nah, i’ll crack you wit’ the back of the stick
if i say i’ll smack you so hard the machine’ll leave a print, paige (page), it was facts (fax) that i said
get clipped, you get too close and the chrome stretchin’ you
they gon’ be cleanin’ out your wounds wit’ saline, that saltw+ter; swamp got a dose of his own medicine
sever sh+t, let a sharp object murk him
a rip’ll (ripple) go down the middle of swamp, it look like the loch ness lurkin’
or i let off that burner
show up to where you stay and give you one to the liver, paige (deliver page), like a process server
i’m for certain, against gotti you got k!lled n+gga
we all seen bay versus swamp, it was a clear difference
real n+gga, i’on know how he work
but i’m the type go to the club, get a lap dance on the house: free twork (twerk)
i thought you was street first, i feel played
believin’ them same stories about that one time you posted up; i thought you was real, paige (page)
i still blaze
squeeze it and leave him
but you’se a b+tch from south carolina, you should understand when i’m speakin’ in geechie (geechi)
believe me
[round 2: swamp]
i said we all know you rum m+th+f+ckin’ nitty, and in this ring you can do whatever the f+ck you like
‘til i up a pipe
they say the alien sittin’ on bars like e.t. ridin’
that’s ‘til we be slidin’ and shoot his dumb ass off of the f+ckin’ bike
n+gga i be shootin’ rifles
look at ‘em, dude is spiteful
they say swamp don’t even need bars: unicyc+
n+gga you got a gun on you, m+th+f+cka? you better f+ckin’ pull it
they be amazed at all them f+ckin’ punches, i won’t be amazed ‘til i see you punch a f+ckin’ bullet
i heard about you workin’ at walmart, sh+t me too
so many b+tches in there i wonder if i can go back and they’ll rehire a n+gga
i used to work in the automotive department, i d+mn sho’ can teach you how to retire a n+gga
i’m talkin’ ‘bout change the oil and all, on the spot
i got fired for usin’ my discount card while on the clock
so f+ck walmart, f+ck them prices, n+gga yo’ eyes finna roll back
these biscuits and these f+ckin’ toys goin’ on layaway, n+gga hold dat
you can get punched, slapped, or even blazed wit’ the chrome
he tried to wrestle, ‘til he got cut, now it’s a razor ramon (rum on)
everytime they give you a n+gga that’s good in everything, those missions: failed it
n+gga if you cross me, you gettin’ put on a cross: nailed it
you gettin’ put on a cross: nai+ i say uh, my fault
if you ge+ you gettin’ put on a cross: nailed it
i will punch rum ‘til his eyes close shut: swellin’
then baby boy watchin’ me in the room wit’ his mom: melvin
n+gga you out here cappin’ like you in the streets for real, boy this sh+t is not for play play
i knew you was lyin’ about sellin’ dope the minute i seen you wit’ them fake j’s
you got me+
i said i knew you was lyin’ about se+ ughh f+ck
i knew you was lyin’ about sellin’ dope the minute i seen+ the min+
godd+mnit
i knew you was lyin’, i knew you was lyin’ ab+ f+ck
[smack white]
you got it, you got it, you got it

[swamp]
the difference between me and these other n+ggas: i’m not scared of ya
i took these last two weeks wit’ everything i had to prepare for ya
so this about to be a classical movie: alien vs. predator
what the f+ck you gon’ talk to me about besides battle rap? you d+mn sho’ can’t tell me a d+mn thing about the struggle
i went to new york, met up wit’ ebony randolph, don’t tell me i can’t knock the hustle
the gun bar king better have a f+ckin’ weapon on his waist
before i give him a thousand bucks you know, bless him wit’ a k
or cut him from cheek to cheek, and even she won’t be able to fix the new expression (nu expression) on your face
y’all ain’t notice i ain’t said a d+mn thing about no f+ckin’ “nit’” to make the bars hit; name flips never was hard
plus you don’t gotta flip rum, everything you got here, you could sell, it all depends on how you set up the bar
you got too many nicknames, m+th+f+cka, and that’s the main thing i ain’t feelin’ about him
will i k!ll his ass? prolly
that’s why the chrome gon’ keep cl!ckin’ on webb (web) like i’m internet browsin’
rap, n+gga

[round 2: rum nitty]
aaaaaayy
ayy, ayy, ayy
i’m finna empty out this m+th+f+ckin’ pole
and when the sh+ll hit, you wish you woulda played melvin
and played yo’ m+th+f+ckin’ role
you gave me a n+gga named shaun paige, oh y’all gon’ make me spazz out
this the prime example of when a n+gga take a bad route
you’ll prolly faint if i bring a strap out
before i can up the big (bigg) k and boom, you’ll see paige just (pages) passed out
i’m mad now, you my n+gga but on the stage, i can’t stand you
you bout to leave this b+tch broke and fly back mad, too
i might scr+p you
throw a right+left, and a right back at you
+ha ha ha+, stick and move on swamp, like a kayak paddle
i had to
no exaggeration, but fam won’t make it
this is clearly over, paige (page): it’s laminated
my right hand, i raise it, f+ck i gotta cap for?
i’ll really roll up and smoke some’, and that’s on the bible, paige (page), like i’m jakkboy
that part, n+ggas know they dyin’
get laid the f+ck out, i unload eight times
his leg twitch, so they give you a “is he dead kick”
to see if you okay, shaun (ol’ k+shine)
don’t get outta line ‘cause who ever try get stretched
the clip longer than the list+ the c+ the clip longer than the list on a prescription commercial side effect
pull up to your hometown
the clip longer than the list on a c+ p+ prescription commercial side effect
pull up to your hometown, where you residin’ at
shootin’ my shots in the middle of marion (marryin’), like i object
fire tecs
i’ll rob a n+gga blind, no jokin’
stick paige (page) up at the front do’, y’all remember that five+day notice?
hand it over, or the ice he got on, i’ll take it
the necklace, the bracelet
i strong+arm the rollie (rolly) and the ropes, like gervonta davis
gang sh+t, ruger dumpin’
put it square on his roof then air out the room
since y’all think me and swamp cool or (cooler) somethin’
dude be frontin’
this fo’ sho’ a l
you ain’t dope for real
i’ll get a dummy rocked, like bread, soap, and orajel
you know the drill
i be focused when it’s time for me to rap
i keep intact
recite all my lines and bring ‘em back
to the point i’m locked in, like a chinese finger trap
nina clap, ya homie’ll get his brains blew
end his life
and ima spray paige (page) wit’ the k too (k2), like prison spice
b+tch goodnight
ima split his sh+t
you gon’ see the alien sneakin’ (sneak in) this country n+gga like a immigrant
black his eye, tint his sh+t, 10 percent
for 100k, we gon’ turn these fans into witnesses
on the set

[round 3: swamp]
i said the minute i found out i had you next
i sat, plotted, and thought out sh+t
really ain’t thought ‘bout sh+t
then it started to dawn on me and get real
i realized then i prolly should’ve called out sick (sikh)
but my heart started fillin’ wit’ f+ckin’ rage
then i realized where the f+ck i come from
i defeated the odds the minute i stepped foot on this f+ckin’ stage
my pen to the pad like okay, this sh+t gettin’ fun now
before i knew it, i had one round
molasses, sugarcane… it’s all a buncha sweet sh+t when you start to break rum down
i know that you a f+ckin’ professional, but b+tch i’m a pro too
i know you prolly don’t believe me, but i’m ‘bout to show you
i ain’t never ran from sh+t, and the main reason is ‘cause i really ain’t have n0body to go to
listen you little black ahh piece+a sh+t
you better watch how you talk to me
before i f+ck around and spark the heat
my guns just like you: came from overseas (over c’s) but i just so happened to get ‘em shipped across the street
this n+gga b+tch+made, on god he timid
yo’ grave, i’m finna toss you in it
efb full of manure, we liked y’all better when it was kahlua: when geechi and rum came wit’ coffee in it
i said summer madness versus reed, you was lookin’ like a bad b+tch
i’m talkin’ diamond when she pose
the reason i said diamond’s ‘cause when that b+tch came out, everybody had dollaz on the poll (pole)
that sh+t was lookin’ like joe jackson and little mike
i thought you was losin’ your sk!lls for real, and your sk!lls got weak
n+gga you went light, was the favorite and still got beat
i thought it might’ve been+
or maybe a battle rap boo is the reason that you fall off
ace hood: you was on hustle hard, then we watched you fall off
n+gga i’m in rare form
a n+gga’ll get slapped if they stare hard
the deuce+deuce bullet right here in his ear, that sh+t look the size of a airpod
i will punch you until ya nose bleed: cheap tickets
if the crip even try and act unstable, he gon’ see (sea) biscuits
if you call my f+ckin’ name, i gotta see ya
i love my ratchets, but the .38 so special, i let my momma meet her
the shotgun, they losin’ son: get him a orphanage
the sh+lls spread two feet apart, like mornin’ p+ss
if you was doubtin’ me, shut the f+ck up
you waitin’ on my downfall, then tough luck
y’all thought i was gon’ come in here and try punchin’ (punch and) rum
i took shots, and all of y’all got me f+cked up
the hole big as a moon pie
i’m a crip too, i [?] guys
f+ck rum, i’ll let corn l!ck a (liquor) shot like moonshine
rap

[round 3: rum nitty]
ayy

[swamp]
go my n+gga

[rum nitty]
ayy
aaaaayy
ayy, don’t front, paige (page)
this gon’ make you real famous
but you better take it serious, ‘cause you may get k!lled playin’
raise the steel, aim it
one from the chopper droppin’ (drop in) swamp: it look like a navy seal trainin’
ayy, it’s real dangerous if you playin’ up here
right hook, he ain’t gon’ make it up here
his legs wobbly; i’ll fold paige (page) up under a table somewhere
‘cause when the leg wobbly, you gotta fold a page up under the+
cuz from the last match still missin’, they searchin’ for that n+gga in a few states
i put real name on a milk carton, like i was livin’ wit’ a roommate
dude lame
i can’t stand the way you rap sh+t
“i let off the k and get somebody sprayed”
i hate that accent (axe scent)
facts is, that sound is what got you poppin’, and that’s fasho fasho
but yo’ foundation was too weak (two+week), notice how that sh+t don’t work no mo’?
i know you know
they won’t be able to open yo’ casket if you get bombed on
that sh+t all gone
they gon’ have to keep that bad boy closed (clothes) for shaun, john (sean john)
that’s what i’m on
your chances is one in a million if you tryna win
no back and forth, so before paige (page) let a (letter) written out, tell him try again
i am him
war vet
more tecs
shoot close range, point blank, like i ain’t even score yet
send that cheque, then this b+tch draws (drawers) down right after cash paid
wherever this coont noont came from, they ‘bout to escort you back, paige (backpage)
strap raise
ima need y’all to play this back, it’s important
y’all gon’ hear somethin’ different everytime you listen, like yanny and laurel
i don’t have to be cordial
i bring sticks out and pull (in pool), like a mask wit’ a snorkel
i warned you
i lift the tool and burst
shoot paige (page) wit’ the can, like i ain’t got sh+t to do at work
get alert, be in tune
i’ll beat the sh+t outchu
and try to stomp a bone out wit’ the kicks, like amiri shoes
this n+gga through
this ain’t what they want
we turn n+ggas into opp packs
i see weed (seaweed) when i look at swamp
no comp’, i up that chop’
no comp’, i up+ n+gga f+ck that clock
you must get sho+

what
what

ayy, you must get shot
this is stick talk
if i shoot a piece off paige (page), it ain’t a spitball
b+tch lost
and you can’t keep it real yourself
n+gga suicide or i do the j+

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