[Round 1: Rum Nitty]

We got Rum Nitty vs...Devon Carter...Danja Zone

Cole from Martin

I'm flippin' all them shits, let's get it started

But first, I peeped out the War Report list

It's just somethin' I don't see

Cause when you thinkin' of a top five

I'm the one to call, you can dial on (Dylan) me

It's that easy

You get the Eagle if this bitch get to fuckin' up, that's my mind state

He make one error Zone'll (Arizona) see the Desert, you'll get where I'm comin' from

Headshot, put a tip in ya upper front

This .50 cal' it'll shoot "acquiate" (accurate), your wig'll get 'Another Onе'

Or we can scrap, get a dope hook; Jeezy track

Wе can get it shakin' off the punch like when Steams react

Nina clap

Or the .45 take a quarter size exit wound when it leave ya back

Nah, if it pop off then we pop the trunk

I'll let a slug Jet Li you wouldn't Exit Wound

I'm not the one, gun butt you with the .50, won't have to pop the chrome

If this bitch frontin' I'm fixin' to whip somethin' with the Auto/Zone

I dump all this pistol

Or a leg shot, have you shit draggin' (dragon) in one round, Mortal Kombat symbol

When they want every bar to perfection, they call on me

You unknown, I put the block on, that's a *67

I get to clappin' around, your face gone

Give you Quantum Physics and Qleen Paper, that's half the pound it ate (8) Zone

I don't just wrap 'about the burner though

My shit clap, I been throwin' bullets

The mil' a (Miller) go across ya middle like a tight end slant

Hold up, Ben Rothlisberger, Heather Miller, go across your middle

Simple flame

But a bullet is somethin' that Tom' lend (Tomlin) if you think it's still a (Steeler) game

Respect the killer

I'll choke you 'til you Blue in the Face

With no beat I compel a (acapella) nigga

Be all in yo' city wit' it

This bitch air then your clique go

Let it sing in front of ya kin Nitty (Kennedy) and make ya Maryland men roll (Monroe)

But this ya chance

Since you wanna be number one at the top

But you tried the block at the wrong time

Having that goal, tends (goaltend) to fuck up the shot

I don't care who this nigga beat, his shine finna stop

Old Khalfia cut, if I black the whole round, that little streak'll die (dye) on the spot

I oughta killed you in Maryland, you know the truth

You get no salute

Take a trip out Danjaland just to smoke his boots

This .40 new

With hollows in it, let three of these bitches sing in front of the Total group

Fuck Danja Zone, right now he need this treatment

Delonte West, it's kinda fuckin' apparent why me and my teammate beefin'

Real shit

Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide

(Kill yoself!)

[Round 1: Danja Zone]

They got a nigga from the Bloque (block)

See?

To stop...me?

Well I'm probably trippin'

Cause this ain't even 'bout me

Nigga this is top three versus not even mentioned

Now that I got your attention

Fuck a Nitty supporter

Shit Flint should endorse ya, I hope all you muthafuckas drink Michigan water

For me this isn't important

It seems I gotta play with my team to get 'em poppin' like the Wizards and Jordan

Now he feel important

Been on the shelf, I'll give him some help

And figure four (for) him like the nigga can't think for himself

This is real annoying

Real shit, I be whippin' toward him

Lit up the square then turn the block (Bloque) on him, too bad this isn't Wheel Of Fortune

But with this performance, y'all in trouble

Bar for bar with hard rebuttals

Cause they know I expose you squares for what you are

Sajack I'd like to solve the puzzle

And I'd love to get rid of all [?]

The fans fuckin' up with all this gas, but O-Zone

Like a Jeep Wrangler just no do's

Punches stay up like my pen takin' No Doz

Get viewed by the doc(k), I got bars by the boatload

So we can get it shakin' with the flurries like a snow globe

Fo' sho' tho'

Who could conquer such a proven monster?

I'm a different kind of animal; Chupacabra

There's only one I (eye) bitch, Leela from Futurama

Arms cuttin' down the side, guess who's Baracka

Get sprayed in ya mouth, this the new Binaca

Phoenix a desert we still can't picture dude with Llamas

But if I do decide to suit and tie ya

When I see you then I'ma choose the Roc a new designer

NWA shirt, straight outta Super Contra

With a Ruger and chopper, brought to you before the battle like Exclusiv Vodka

All black, two drums like the hugest knockers

Get him backtrackin' that's Vanessa Blue seducing Saga

And now I'm unstoppable

Who can hang wit' me?

Oh yeah, you're not gangster, to be Frank, Nitty

Speaking of which

Frank Nitty is how you should die

And between you and I that's a suicide

Steal my belt, you still not felt so you ain't gotta do the job

Cause nigga if I was you I'd kill myself

Off with his fuckin' head, round one let's get it

[Round 2: Rum Nitty]

Niggas say they want war wit' us, but then they change out plans

We bring out cans

The chop barely fit in the front

I ride with that bitch in the trunk since it came wit' a 'Stan'(d)

Certain shit we don't play 'bout, the K out, blam

Catch a bullet this man sit in the attic, then I watch him fall out, that's the 'Way I Am'

I swerve the whip, pull up and let it fire across ya yard, I'll Mississippi Burn ya shit

30 clip, caught a body right in front of his home

Ironic, how the kids made the Discovery, Zone

I should kill you on film like Blue Chip

With the. 50

Make sure your buddies pass if you trip

You a hot shot? Well hear the sound of a cool stick

Blaow!

Get the pussy dirty, you didn't do shit (douche it)

Tool split

Face shot leave Carter smokin' in the front like the Blueprint

Ya roof split

We don't aim low when them shots come

A bullet take the highway to the 'Danger (Danja) Zone' like Top Gun

Ain't nothin' sweet

You'll get whipped with the pistol

The .4 make a split down the middle if you don't come in peace

I'm not the one you can push on Carter, you'll end up somewhere Bleek

40/40, give you half the guns and put you underneath (under Neef)

Fuck you mean?

I'll untuck the piece and throw shells at him

From one tre you'll receive a Giant flame that's Odell Beckham

This clip enormous

A clip eat an organ

Fans gon' see Hollow in the Zone like his Big T performance

Cause if I take a loss you done

This blade a get to cuttin' like turntables

I'll 'Go DJ' somethin' if Carter won (1)

Think, Get Rich Or Die Trying scene when he was sittin' up in jail

Cause I'll put the blade right on the Bloque (block) nigga like 50 in his cell

Or somethin' heavy clap

Your leg detached

Hit the street

The limb'll ('Dilemma') go rollin' (Rowland) on it like a Nelly track

This machete hack

You my nigga, but I give it to you

Blade get stuck in a friend Zone like how the bitches do you

Did you crucial

Grab the sheet and roll up a body like a lint remover

This nigga losin'

Nigga play I'ma burn somethin'

Light ('Lyt) on the (.)40, I'll whip it out and ring like Day' on the turnbuckle

Don't try my locs

We whip past ya new home like, "Watch. I'm finna school Zone."

Drive by slow it's nothin'

We can even do 4th Quarter vs. The Bloque

I'm that raw, any spot

Just tell me and Kevin where you gettin' snapped on

Cause right now it's "fuck you niggas"

You can't get me off that

Got somethin' for the Bloque (block) below the waist, it push you 15 yards back

We heavy in the whip too, 15 more straps

We catch wreck, you'll be history from what's in the car, FACTS! (Carfax)

Real shit!

You can't keep it real yourself

Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide

(Kill yaself!)

[Round 2: Danja Zone]

Yo O-Red was right, cause I ain't Nas either

So don't try to play me nigga

I ain't doin' no back and forth with no A-Z (AZ) nigga

You must be crazy nigga?

[Rum Nitty]

Y'all don't watch battle rap? O-Red said the same line

[Danja Zone]

Yeah, I know

He might've even lost his noodle

Cause I know those was Red (red) words but this is Jesus talkin' to you

This is me and Shaka Zulu

Why pay this clown to book me to play around with rookies

That act all important like backyard abortions, why ya (wire) hang around the pussy?

Pussy!

I gets busy

They'll have to stitch then knit Nitty, twin glizzies

Arm at his neck and his feet, lookin' like 650

Get silly and spit ya last verse with pride, see if that works

In the back of a black hearse to God

He'll be a bit more surprised if these big birds of mine

Switch and keep spittin' 'til a nigga get to 10:35

Yo black ass got you thinkin' Rum is Wesly

These battle dudes Catholic school cause none (nun) can test me

The nigga you facin' (face in) nuts, Day' rubbin' Pesci

I'll do a nigga greasy here (hair) like Uncle Jessie

Tell Rum respect me 'fore I beat his ass

And revisit that Six Flag like a season pass

We can face or we can clash

But best seafood in Maryland nigga, shit we known for eatin' Crabs!

Listen, he gettin' beaten bad

Mr. Make 'Em Throw The Towel

Put the semi to work like I own McDowells

Let shit slide? Hold ya bowels

What's the point in testin' (intestine) stomach shots?

In general that's your colon (Colin), Powell

And wow, who think NWX is tough?

Came a long way from UFF, that fo' (4) X or what?

I may not have been fresh enough but at least I can get rid of Big T (ee) before Smack could even set it up

He dead as fuck

I help you leave this earth cause Hell is waitin'

The strap can kick a foot loose (Footloose), watch the Nina turn to Kevin Bacon

Ya bitch a cheater, word, her legs were shakin'

Gave her enough dick to numb ya hoe sound like Tina Turner meditating

Better yet I'm waitin'

On a reply to why you alive

You should die for ridin' Wave settin' Tsu aside (suicide)

So you can try, but you still not felt

And you ain't gotta do the job, cause nigga if I was you, I'd kill myself

Off with his fuckin' head let's get it

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]

You got pistol whipped for $200?

[Danja]

False. False

[Rum]

You broke and you weak

I was like, 'Oh No'!

Pharoah(e) tried to eliminate dawg (Dogg), most definitely (Mos Def)

But you a white nigga

Danja seem like the type that can only pull white bitches

Wear boot cut jeans, triple X tees and tight fitteds, I get it

But why in his life (Lyfe) like Jennings

Cause if he bust a (Busta) move they gon' know who shot Danja, us ('Dangerous'); Hype Williams

Ya boy will die

I'm more than live

Bring war to ya side

Whole house better be fortified

Dead bolt and chain down the do' 'fore we go inside

I'm comin' in ya crib

You don't want ya shit laced? Lock the front like a Jordan 5

BAOW!

One shot he (Shotty) horrified (Horroh), who you poppin'?

Two five points at his eyes with the long cap; Bootsy Collins

You about to die today Danja, you don't get no strike

Bitch 'bout to have a death date, you Lou Ferrigno wife

You get the blade or else it's the gun play

I'll let you pick, I'm bred (bread) different, don't let us (lettuce) leave cold, cut down the middle, nigga welcome to Subway

You can die in a bar for disrespecting my friend

You see the scheme? Joe Pesci Cascino scene, I'm up next with the pen

Cause the set up to that was mean, but might go over ya head if you ain't catch the reference

Rewind the footage

You might've missed the cool joint like Mike & Devin

There's no hope for holmes

You spit shit nerdy, you'll get zipped with 30

That means it's over Zone

They must've want you to lose a lot

Cause you'll get mopped

Niggas sayin' "Zone sick" (six) shit, he ain't in a Gucci spot

These shots come in random

Swave Sevah shit

Break wide before I (eye) plug you with the nose, I'll make it pop single handed

I got it past security, my heat stay stashed

Animated with a clip

So everybody can lay on the set

That's the PJ's cast

My cannon shower niggas, that's the shit I'm on every time, Zone, we handle (h)ours different

I get to wiggin'

I catch Danja in traffic, I don't keep it calm

I pull up and smoke ya dog shit like Cheech & Chong

Squeeze the arm

What I pull is off the wall, I let it ring for Danja; be alarmed

I body shit

The kid bad so Cole (coal) going in a box, that's the naughty list

Don't try to click

Or it's two arms out, headed for the brain like a zombie flick

Talk ya shit, but I'll pull a K and this nigga fold

Banana in it

The clip bend ('Been) So Long' it'll make Danja (Danger) get on the flo'

Real shit!

You can't keep it real yourself

Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide

Kill yaself!

[Round 3: Danja Zone]

Prior to the 80's, I was Pryor in the 80's, meanin' I was destine to be

'Round the same time Destiny had a Child, shit

Prophecy was pregnant with me

See cause Pryor, used 151 then set his self on fire

So why Cornell shot?

I only mention Richard cause now I'm puttin' Rum on after I'm makin' myself hot

Tell the bellhop

I'm don't need help with this bag I've been poppin'

And Roc claim Gun Bar King, you dick ridin'

[Rum Nitty]

I'm the king bitch. You hear that Roc? I'ma fuck you up

[Danja]

Just stop it

That shit type wack

I know, your dumb ass would get on some shit like Smack

Jock Roc(k) and not get a "Don DeMarco", "Shit like that" with shit like that!

You in this really gay fan mode

You want gun bars?

Clip full of big heads, shoot with the NBA Jam code

The strap go to the back of neck like a halter top

Leavin' the Guy so low (solo) it'll be hard for Aaron Hall to top

Awkward how his heart'll stop

Clap duke, ya jaw get rocked

Catch this fade with a cap like Papoose at the barbershop

Target locked

We got pistols

Pull the trigger, hear niggas like, "Book a hot venue

Make sure you by the bar. And oh yeah, bring some thots witchu."

That's Curry's shit, release then celebrate with my team before the shot hit you

I'm boxin' you

Rum who nicer?

You used that Tay bull (table) to be(at) 'Grindin' like a lunchroom cypher

Plus you like ya rag periwinkle, powder blue

Nigga how could you

Now pursue, shootin' outta ya range shows what that weak ass pen is amounting (a mountain) too

Every nigga 'round you through

Tryin' to ride Roc wave weak, even ya brother Poet know it

Most of all, K knows you'll never reach Donte's Peak

And in time they'll see, this nigga Cornell bluffin'

Goin' far left, get far less buzzin'

Yeah you're Raw as fresh onions bringin' Smack down (Smackdown) with all that punchin'

Get off Dwayne Johnson and quit tryin' to play Roc(k) (Rock) like Charles S. Dutton

Fuck 'em

Cause see I'm great

Can't conceal y'all hate

Patyon Manning up, they mad as fuck a nigga winnin', look at Eli's face

Before I plead my case, let me tell y'all what Corny said

"If I try and run the metal poppin' off like Forest leg"

Okay, tell ya story [?]

From where the buzz cut from the bench from what I can do

Look at how they follow you

Do what you set out to do

Swept the country and only plan to jog a mile or two

They ain't think a run like mine was even possible

That's why I can't rock with you

Fuck nigga fall back

I'm battle rapper of the year, no tier can disregard that

N.W.X. next, tell T and K-Shine that

Before you even mention a nigga say

(Where your bars at?)

Off with his fuckin' head. Let's get it