[Round 1: Steams]

Rum Nitty vs. I'm from Brooklyn

I'm from Brooklyn and nobody do it like we do

But this nigga gon' try to convince y'all that these niggas from AZ doing

He cool, but quit the foolishness

This MC's Hammer ain't got no papers, but my aim with the tool ('Too) Legit'

You darker than Batman's suit in it

If it's problems, think Gotham

I'm masked up with my niggas from the Ville and (villain) run through ya shit

You look lost when you're doin' shit

Hang on, I ain't mountain climbin', but I know how to rock when I use the grip

You are just fronting like you're using straps

Out here doing way too much, son, but you AZ niggas is used to that

Break your spine, you won't be able to use your back

Then you bring it to me, I'll bring that shit to your momma like you was moving back

Even if you shooting back, you gon' need help, chest move with straps

Click it or get a ticket like a seat beat

My presence will be felt

R.I.P. Young B, he was past fire

{stumbles}

But who here thinks that Pass fire?

This nigga been off his job for years, that nigga is past fired

It's the west coast niggas I want to look up to? Then add Myers

Finally, we the niggas that comin' to see

But you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me

Beasley said you would've had to done a PG

They got Rum in a smoke shop trying to have more substance than Steams

Cause my name hot

And like a stain you can't get rid off, you gon' try to wash me and end in the same spot

Marty tossed me the Army gun, since we all in the same spot

We are PG's (RPG's), so fuck it, that's what I bring, ack

I mean everything shot, and whoever assist him (system) first

Get the cartridges I have left when the Game Stop

Wait, think, I go over heads like glass bottles

They don't get the whole bar, these ain't shots

K hopped in Ill battle rapped birthday, and needed cake

That's why the starving nigga came with no presence trying to eat a Cake

But it takes more than a few slices to see a Cake

We brought elevation, nigga it's a celebration whenever you see a Cake

Over insults, get peppered if you ever look at my C's and (seasoned) shake

He'll choose to eat with chickens cause it's not healthy when beef's at stake

Acting like he murder, but you remind me of them deacon mates

Cause you here, so your move's over like you leaving space

Wait, you need verses that's hot son

Cause you put your man on the moon does not mean you leaving space

Wait, that remind me of the last nigga I heated, Cake

Told homes left, left him in a box to stay like he needs a place

Aspect paid for you to get parked like meter maids

You eff see (UFC), I'm kicking punches, these bars gon' need a cage

Y'all got me amazed thinking he gon' speak to me

My goal is to aim for your top, but I'ma reach your peak

Your girl? I peep the freak

Speaking of inboxes, I was whispering in your bae's (Bay) Area like Keak Da Sneak

Niggas try to say that Steams a reach

God, Steams a beast

Steams will see that you reach God if the steam's at reach

Please believe, you Visine bar, not popping

For one, I do more than leave niggas dizzy if I spot 'em

For one, I (eye) will use the red beam to Cyclops him

I'm advising (Visine) you to hold it over his face before I (eye) drop him

I got him a nice dirtbag to sleep on

You with the shits? Jump in this nigga's grave while the seat's warm

Cake's Up, I feel like that was the note to leave on

[Round 1: Rum Nitty]

Finally, we got Rum Nitty vs. Steams

Nah, Gun Line King vs. Cake's Up Kareem

Place your bets

But after this obscenity, they'll be wondering

Can Nitty kill a Prez (pres’) like Kennedy

You kidding me?

Book or get the hammer, that's misery

It won't be a lack of when you're sleeping with the fish in sea

Remember me? The nigga that came in with the ratchet date?

But What's Love Got To Do With It, right?

Cause I can let the bitch eat the Cakes like anime

Nah scratch that

It's like I catered the birthday party, cause what I brought ice Kareem and them Cakes

You really named your squad Cakes? So we know he's sweet

I OD, 4th Quarter niggas go OTP

I really whoop your ass, then whoop your ass, I'm on repeat

You'll get washed up then dusted off again, I got OCD

They say on SMACK, I should probably change my style up

But fuck 'em, I think to myself like with all the comp you boxed (Compubox)

All you got to do is count with your punches

I knock a nigga noodles when the cannon blow

You'll see Cakes with the wig off, now that's an Amber Rose

I go upside your shit, a gun butt will crack your skull

I'll pistol whip your 'til your memory bankrupt and the hammer's broke

Watch yourself, cause when the back of the .380 bust you, your face will buckle like a Versace belt

You copy? I'm cocky feeling like I can not be killed

Cause the steel in my jeans and I'm willing to ring like the Ali film

Gun Line King, oh you don't like it, see a shell bust

Give a male K's trying to play the king like Selma

The URL fans wasn't fucking with my nigga Fox, see, that don't concern me

I'm from AZ, so if I don't hear no oohs and aahs, this pump can get the firm squeeze

Your face shot will leak everywhere too, Germ Free

Leave the back open and the front Smokey like Big Worm weed

The ones hypin’ him up and shit came riding in on his dick

You ain't got to pump me up, I still (steal) gas like I'm cyphering out the whip

I catch him riding through on his strip then this tre pop

Boyz ‘N The Hood, cause I'm squeezing rounds 'til the car pulls over like Trey's pop

I'll clap ya homie just to make an example, I don't take shots

A bullet went through your right hand man, I shoot through one you roll up with like State Prop’

Don't try the can’, diet plan

I take the Cakes out and leave Steams vegetable, it's like I'm trying to weight watch

You'll get clapped when I roll up

I pull the bird and put the round on your back, it's like the world's on your shoulders

Or get peeled (pilled) like amoxicillin, shot's is flaring

Clap lead, squeeze the trigger tight and caught a body airing

Hold up, tight end, caught a body, Aaron Hernandez

I run up on him like "where the money?"

If he don't come off the pay, he murked

No paper, you get the steel right in your head like a Jay-Z verse

Tell Born get of my dick 'fore shots is popping off for him

Thinking it's rap 'til I black and make him bite the bat, I will Ozzy Os' Born

Real shit, can't keep it real yourself

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

[Round 2: Steams]

I did that Zordon shit to make fun of Danny

I did DBZ cause I'm actually a fan

I watch anime, get chinky-eyed, and rap about Japan

But that translates, cause this man faking’

His hands shake when he clapping out the can’

But the shit I do'll shock you cause I'll be blastin’ out of hand

His raps is out of hand

How he gon' box me in, have me aired and split my wings, I'm not a fan

Speaking of, heard you have a lot of fans

Like to heckle, block my goal when I'm trying to kick it, I sock a (soccer) fan

D Money, no almost, I beat and shot a fan

My shooter's down, I still move with the thunder, Ibaka fan

The gun rose, he gon' decide to stay out, he must got a plan

Fuck a player, we done hit enough niggas to drop the stands

He grouped up, so I got a plan

My bitch, I led her (letter) to him, but y'all gon' find out on the news like he got the Stan

Nitty play hero, can't stay afloat, end up Aquaman

Don't slip her (slipper) these sneakers sliding out of Vans

Or he'll (heel) have me locked and canned, mention jelly spread

No Wonder, only thing you can teach me how to get out of jam

But learn what?

Teach who?

I'm the man

Bang drums in front of my student's body like a college band

He wifing thots, stop this man

Taking about walking over rice, I caught his chicken on his lamb like ahki stands

Then I'll advance to 4th Quarter, your crew, Nitty

Everybody's affected by shots, nobody's immune, Nitty (immunity)

Stop trying to be diplomatic, if he don't dip low, ‘matics will tune Niity

I get the chance, I call my fam from the other side, the opp will tune Nitty (opportunity)

Fuck you mean? Your fans made this personal, Rum

So every shot to the face like personal rum

Dogging his bitch personal, Rum

Had her ride or die, she keep her steel on, so I left Rum boo (Rumble) in the street like Rocky V

And if that thot survive, I'm at his ex miss (X-Mas)

It'll be a silent night when I clip the jawn

They gave Rum a cake, the only thing left is the Christmas song

Y'all been misinformed thinking I won't sub his miss in for him

If I can't find him, she going missing for him, like missin forms

The chat's off with this nigga, he eliminate won't get assaulted with shots

When I turn these Rum bars into liquor, but Marley

My nigga Marley say say something that y'all gonna remember

So throw that punch to the side like Hulk in Avengers

I'm glad you battled Arsonal and three big names, you spaz too

But don't sweat the shit, he's lyrically ass juice

I knew you would send the realer (Cinderella) nigga like me won't break, but I'll glass you (shoe)

Send wifey the bad news like payback is never late

Wait, since the bitch his, it's going past dues

Dig me? Move swiftly or get picked like cotton

A shot at your shirt look like rum on his knit tee (Nitty)

But really, KG got him this role, Writer's Bloque got him acting tough

I'll shave both sides, clip him from either cast he cut

Niggas been pirating my style and I've had enough

One of my pupils will be dead before I (eye) patch it up

But back to Rum cause he been funny

Think I won't pull your card cause you black as shit but still lighter than gin, Rummy?

Walked in this bitch Crip, he gon' leave out this bitch bloody

Cakes Up

[Round 2: Rum Nitty]

Quit all that rah rah 'fore someone in your squad die, try hassa chump

I slide by, lay the whole house down if I ride by once

Big ass 50-cal, you see the size of my gun?

The difference is I live by the desert, you gon' die by one

Run up, I triple dog dare ya, that's the wrong era

That 30 odd 6 I carry dead niggas, I'm a pallbearer

Let me find you he pushing mean weight, I'm on thee way like he ain't sell that work yet, did he (Diddy)?

Then I'm selling Bad Boys for your cheesecake (cheese Cake)

Think this one shot misses? I doubt, fire (Mrs. Doubtfire) on Kareem face, burn your ass

Reach like urn and ash and give Kareem eight (cremate)

Two straps, I’ll let you choose your own fate

Either the nine or take the risk or the bird, you'll have a ghost face

I kill him for no reason, they say the cause of death was bars, they tried to send me to the pricinct

If you catch me masked down with the millimeter scheming

I'm smoking Steams in the hood like the engine overheated

I don't believe him with your whole Cake ass

2 Chainz Birthday Song video, cause the whole Cake's ass

Let a nigga say I'm trash, then I know he hating

No respects, fuck 'em, make him Step Brother with these two .40's I'm raising

Cali, Atlanta, Canada, now I'm going to Vegas

I'm doing my numbers around the globe, that's a notification

A shot to the belly will have the juice leaking out of Brooklyn's finest, notice the films is all New York

I'm strapped, this bitch will get shot with what I got in store

Ask me what the shotty's for, I clap shit

One buck shot will fuck you two up like an accent from Baltimore

Nigga, my whole team will shoot, big shit, let an Eagle loose

You'll have to pull to the side like the ambulance is coming, and you gon' need ‘em too

I'm talking to his squad like, after I make him eat the tool

He'll pass away then you can have your Cake and eat it too

I said I want to battle Clips cause I can't stand you lames

I take the Smith out, you'll catch them all Charles, who think the cans is (Kansas) playing?

I get mad and throw a cap, well that's Randy thing

Your bitch with you? I'm on her (owner) in the crowd like a Maverick game

Not just you get it, I can make this a family thing

The eight blazing could lay a kin (Clay Atkin) down, y'all can catch the flame

And I'll be in room two twenty something with your girl later

I might kill her box, but that depends on the head, I'm a hellraiser

You run in, you're getting shot, then your homie got a shell waiting

I'm drilling, pulling cans out to ice Chess like I'm tailgating

And we don’t squash beef or bury the hatchet

When shots go off, I ditch the weapon like Monster's Ball, I bury a ratchet

We 10 deep, intend to (antenna) pull out just to clear up the static

Round clip, I use the Tom (Time) To Kill like Samuel Jackson

I catch him in traffic, I'ma reach for the thing and pop it

Then cut off, have my bitch throw the pipe out the window like Lorena Bobbitt

This new shit I cop got a 30-round clip hanging out it

The streets know that's how he rose (heroes) with a magazine, it ain't a comic

I ain't taking losses, matter of fact, I need to be paid my cheese now

Cause cash rules everything around me, especially after I break Kareem (C.R.E.A.M.) down

Real shit, can't keep it real yourself

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

[Round 3: Steams]

This ain't boxing, but I'ma box him, y'all gonna think I'm fucking up while I fuck him up

Cause stabs is jabs, getting pushed is hooks

You trying to get send up a (upper) cut

What the fuck is up?

I won't stop shooting 'til this fucker's up in the skies

And I’m coming in disguise to shoot him down and around, he won't even know what the fuck is up

All over the face when I'm running up

Y'all remember Dee Brown? Well the shotgun will lift his soul (sole) if I pump it up

Wait, a Hollow box is where I put your butt in (Joe Budden) if you don't follow up after the first hit like ‘Pump It Up’

Fuck choking, cause me hurling shouldn't be coming up

I know you got a lot of punches to deliver (the liver) but I can stomach Rum

Since you here, off top, you'll get curled if the sucker fronts

Or one fucking punch, laid out, body folded like a stomach crunch

When fire rings, you don't want the metal in the first place

So stop before you get what comes after like a runner-up

Who fuck with Rum? Set the line, come in front

Here, I'll touch him up cause they squares, get your whole hood boxed like a Hummer front

He's fucking done, but I'ma talk to this nigga

He get irrational, the chopper will proportion this nigga

Or I'll call in a hitter to snap shots so I put up numbers to get him framed like they auctioned his picture

If you're a boss, then why talk big for?

Point nine, Pierce you, I'm shooting God (guard) next to KG like the Big Four

Or take it back to these old niggas, this war won't be the same

I'm back spazzing, so you Birds can retire and leave the game

But he'll try to leave the game by suicide or you do the job

I make Rum pull the shit on himself like he need to change

I'm throwing bullets, you gon' wide receive the game

Then I'm looking for the metal goes around necks like how you receive a chain

I know heaters bang, I scalp Nitty to deal with him

Fuck this kid's stories, if Rum pull, still skin him (Rumpelstiltskin) or peel grim him

Take over his land and go for interest

Over dough, I'll choke son out like Homer Simpson

Sick as a nigga who fuck coma patients, I'm poking victims

Whoever try to ride or block for this nigga is going with him

Chop Rum, then box Rum, ship him off into 20s like prohibition

Your lines, have him open sniffing

Put these balls on the table it will look like a drug bust, fuck a coke addiction

Your position, gold teeth, bling bling era, you've been fronting

It might look like it, but you don't really cook, kid's ovens

You battled Danny, got punch drunk, now you're walking 'round this bitch like McLovin

Small as a roach who don't want to smoke, I clip something

It's gon' smell bad, might make y'all cry like a big onion

But if I needed you smoked, my weed man will clip something

Bud by the grip, tucked in, the can’ right next to the zip like kids lunches

So play them games but not with Steams

This Vegas, rights? Slot machine

The metal get pulled 'til I hit something

But Rum, think he gonna leave me stinking, he's past gassed

Welcome to Smack, Ha Double next, let's see who gets the last laugh

Cakes Up

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]

We had the whole world hella hyped for this match and shit

But I'ma ask real quick, why you rap fast as fuck and do your hands like this?

50-cal’ Deserts, every tool I pack is sick

I'm in the whip with a few ill eagles like human trafficking

If it's action then I'm riding for my dog like John Wick

Long clip, I'm loving zipping these niggas like a confit

You can't be a rough rider (Ruff Ryder) when ya dogs bitch

If it's conflict, to get Eve’n, I leave Chess (chest) with the paw prints

And you'll get clapped, you know I brought a oowap with me

I swoop by, shoot him 'til the machine jamming like a jukebox

If he say my name in the AM, I'm letting two shots hit him

You'll be getting killed by night (Knight), but that's a 2Pac theory

Big ass .40, I shoot it and tear a wrist (terrorist) in the ring, now that's the Iron Sheik

How 'bout the Chargers, the first round bust like Ryan Leaf

Nah scratch that, I run up on his whip, if he try and speed

I'll have to bust (bus) over 50, I'm Keanu Reeves

If I lose, I'm going for the nine, I'm hating’

Annihilate him

A bullet from the barrel (bear will) crash through the winner (winter) like it's hibernating

I'm going in, not a chance your boy win

Lil Suge, looking like a mini Shotgun, four ten

Two fullies, I lift them up and spark

Put these autos on you then Auto Zone you, they'll be picking up ya parts

That nigga Prez did you greasy cousin, the Game Of Death

Cause when son (sun) shined on him, Kareem couldn't see the punches

You could tell you was getting smoked by the look in your face

Don't Be A Menace, the fans thought he was dope when he was cooking the Cake

I'll grab your bitch, pull the .380 out the waist

She moved it, I told her she'll die if she keep playing with the tre

Please do not spell out my name, cause soon as you even start the scheme

I'ma quit live to smoke something like Charlo Greene

I keep heats on me, something big stashed, Steve Harvey

This bitch will get the singing like Dej Loaf if he try me

Or let three off him be missing for weeks probably

'Til he finally turn up in the water, that's a beach party

I call my .40 Barrs, that bitch will catch a mean body

I call my .50 Tyson, that nigga spit retarded

I don't play that shit, you'll get 86

I keep the Tom’ and the shotgun like the Patriots

I'll show you how this can do (candle) light a Cake, nigga make a wish

He's Jordan in a flu game, you'll get the .38 playing sick

With a good shot, you don't want to see me spark

Cause the nigga getting smoked, I'll give the pussy eight when I lift up on the pole, now that's a Mimi bar

I let a piece slide you like a Ouija board

If we seek war, I grab the nose and blow at his mouth, now that's CPR

Real shit, can't keep it real yourself

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