[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
This is it
Y'all already knew how this battle was gon' turn out...I'm finna trip
Lift this bitch
Couldn't figure out how to get the safety off at first- and then it clicked
Relentlessness
I done been on trips
Niggas really dyin' to get that paper, like a death certificate
You'se a little kid
And the handicap match get picked apart
This the part I knew your family bad at
The cannon blast cats
Out the Pontiac the hand squeeze
He seen .50 from the Grand Prix and had a flashback
Nigga stand back
You think he the truth cause he won 50
When Rum had won (1)50 (1) won, and y'all seen the proof
This won't be no feud
With no effort I'ma stretch him
They knew you would lose this battle, you ain't ready for the pressure
Be respectful to our elders
They used you, like a dialysis machine...set you up for failure
I had to tell 'em, we reckless
Everyone in my camp is steppers, I ain't a capper (Kappa)
Important factors
Y'all keepin' the west live, but we did it bigger on the left side; before and after
Empty the .9, reload, put the Taurus backup
He's still runnin' forward (Ford in) reverse, tore his back up
We chip marks
I'll let a clip spark
Came with the .50 loaded, like a gift card
Listen when a Crip talk
We keep bangin', I erase him
We got a lot of pistols, I'm talkin' switches, like speed datin'
He fakin'
Just the talkin' type
I might just creep off to the whip, with ya broad tonight
Give her all this pipe
Smashed in the front seat, she let me cut inside the car, then gave me the Jaws of Life
We not alike
I really had the product movin'
I done sold product, dog food, embalming fluid, all high grades
But first I was goin' through the haze, like a college student
I put my all into it
Invested, way before a battle rap check hit
I was out ridin' dirty, lookin' for my next flip
12 pulled us over, but they ain't catch shit
Searched the Chevy truck, flipped the Blazer inside out like The Fresh Prince
Dope boys, who I was impressed with
Nigga wanted to be Scarface since a baby, like a clef lip
Set trip? I'ma swing on niggas and let bullets from out the Nina hit 'em
They gonna be livin' rent free inside of Saynt (Saint's) dome like Katrina victims
Scheme on niggas, I get to clappin' out the bucket this is a test
To see how good you do in this battle I'ma judge it
5.56's with green tips
They gon' say you passed with flying colors
Die for nothin', I ain't came for play
You gon' catch a face shot in Long Beach
They over the body like, "This ain't L.A.!"
Your face get caved
You may see grey (Macy Gray) smoke comin' out, shit look like Training Day
Gang ain't safe, this where the round get dark, rounds will spark
My nigga Geechi already made you tap out like a sink faucet, and that's my counter part
Don't for-
[Round 1: Saynt]
This nigga Nitty always building the west, and that's an honored action
Construction works stay improvin' our streets, and the work is always actin'
The shit y'all do make it smoother for us, and I'm applaudin' that shit
Cause at the end of day y'all did pave the way but y'all niggas blockin' Traffic
But still good looks
This a puncher versus a tall L.A. nigga, I'm Wilt with hooks
One of the best with real skill, but some niggas feel I'ma still get cooked
So sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas, like a children's book
Then I came to swing so stand and bang with Saynt I'ma great exchanger
Yeah this man is great but, this ain't the first time I've been face to face with danger
And he demanding space but they done placed The Alien vers' a Space Invader
So let me be the first, to welcome this nigga E.T. to Earth
I'm honored, you better be peaceful cause we can easily convert to violence
And if he swing, I swerve and dodge him
Yeah I made first contact
But it won't be The Alien...the ambulance is the first responder
Because that Brittney Griner shit be grindin' my gears
Cause y'all mean what by it?
If you think I'ma get touched and just brush by it, then you'll makeup for that with a bust eyelid
Niggas be loud and wrong
But y'all can think what y'all want cause I'm done fightin'
And you know what else is loud and wrong, nigga?
Gun violence!
And who can stop it?
Pussy, I can shoot you in Compton or I can bring the brooms out to Phoenix I'm Luka Doncic
So who the fuck is you bitchin'?
Manifest destiny, Saynt gon' bring guns to the mission
And when them slugs get to spittin'
You better not jog, if you want to continue livin'
You better use Trumps intuition and run with conviction
Put a clown in check, have him runnin' until he's out of breath
Make him dash through AZ, if y'all want me to show him the alpha, BET (alphabet)
Cause I'm with the action
This ain't no video game, you really dyin' if yo' life get to flashin'
I'll disrespect yo' legacy
Yo' people cryin', I'm laughin'
Put a Phoenix nigga in a blunt and watch his spirt rise from the ashes
I'm tryin' to drive you to madness
If you really are Insane then we're about to find out
Yeah, somebody tell this "cuckoo" nigga it's time to pop out
You can't be fake crazy to me, cause I'ma test ya
Big bullets, hit Rum in the chest, that's pirate treasure
That rah rah don't scare me cause I can tell they lyin'
I'm strapped up, standin' on business like the LA Riots
No more to say
I am not gettin' killed by this boy today
30 clip and that stick got a switch; Coi Leray
Sternum shot, but your spine'll get hit, now buddy can't fuck
Yeah I'ma let a bullet fly in ya rib, and fuck ya plate up
Paralyzed from the chest down, who gonna give brody a bath?
Now he's Insane and can't feel shit, he's a psychopathy
Niggas know I'ma spazz out any moment
I got Tourette's or something
And this 12 for this RN Crip, fuck is you Rex or somethin'?
But if I miss shots, I still got a knife, so don't get near me
Cause that's when Saynt'll (saint) will stab the shit outta Rum, now he's the holy spirit
If you fuck around and wake a demon in Saynt, that's how you get killed
I'll have Rum in a box, clean, he ain't ever been this still (distilled)
This nigga's dead
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Listen to a vet talk
I done really stretched raw, chef dawg, and pushed Fentanyl
Some of them fiends can't cope unless they off of they meds y'all
They wakeup to it in the morning like a Pop Tart, and that's just to take the edge off
Let's brawl
I'ma cook him flame broiled
The fans lied if they said this look was great for him
What a shame on you
If they said this was gonna be a back and forth like tug-of-war, they was pullin' game on you
You ain't noticed? This ain't endin' good
I'ma smoke him, throw his body in the ocean, bet I would
After dawg gets stretched, you'll see (USC) Saynt (Saint) with the Dolphins next like Reggie Bush
You would've got jaw bone stretched
I'm 'bout to send you up to all the fallen legends, this is not no flex
Glocks on deck
I came up outta the blue, like a gender reveal, then he seen Pop Smoke next
Not no threat
What is you 'bout?
I done really knocked a few out
They asked me if I wanted to see LA with the hands
I told 'em I was too (two) down, hold this L
Abort mission
Pistol whip with force, split him
His body go numb, joints stiffen
I knock all the feeling (filling) out the death certificate like the mortician
We of course spinnin'
If I'm lookin' for you, just be safe and hide
You might wanna barricade the doors next, just to stay alive
Chains with locks, change the nobs
Switch the security code a gang of times
Hit the dead bolts inside next (necks); like Frankenstein
Say "goodbye"
Your little stepper gotta go
I was gonna yolk all y'all little niggas up, do everybody cold
But Casey DC like, "Family, everybody know
There's no pressure with the bros
But since I gotta give this Casey bitch a look, everybody choked."
If I catch you then it's smoke
Like, what the fuck is wrong witchu?
I don't know why you accepted this battle, I should let a Glock hit you
Your people gettin' dropped witchu
But first I'ma start off with Saynt (Saint)...and so is the hospital
You not a hot nigga
If it wasn't for us, you'll still be a stuck-on-King-of-the-Dot-nigga
Ya stock little
You not gettin' no bread
I was gon' let you live but figured I'd tip you instead
Gun butt, pistol whippin' his head
Give him a few dents in his top like a cowboy hat cause I really been (bent) on the edge
I can't give you no cred cause I'm better than you
Even in yo' city I'm more respected and more accepted than you
That's not a question, it's true
A Phoenix nigga that did more for the west than you EVER could do
He a clever little dude, but I'll bury you
Welcome to your dog burial
He gon' say some shit like, "Off the rip like a mattress tag", but you can't tell me that's not terrible (tear-able)
[Round 2: Saynt]
I had less than 60 days prep for this nigga with the cheat codes
I am the Future, but don't need 56 Nights to go beast mode
I'm tryin' to prove I punch just like you, we Ken and Ryu
Yeah, I come in peace, I'm just trying to show The Alien I'm nice too
But I've got rules
If you get in yo' feelings, there ain't no pressin' me
Cause real quick it could go from, "I come in peace" to "May he rest in peace"
Am I loud and clear witcha?
Bacardi shit, tonight, I'ma clear Rum cause I'm superior
The people thinking cause they call you "the greatest" that I'll be fearin' ya
But I'm from LA, all we do is cook goats, it's time for [?]
But no I'm not the same tier as ya
But if I did work hard and my name could be bigger
So I'ma take some accountability like Facebook restrictions
But point guard Nitty gave me a clean look and I will not pass
Sniper scope, and poor (pour) a little Rum, in my shot glass
{chokes}
They'll probably catch the set-up on cam cause I write the cleanest
And I can sneak a couple punches in there, it's like I'm Queenzflip
And I'ma leave it all in the ring, to show y'all that I'm nicer wit' it
Cause I'm goin' crazy, and he might be Insane, but I'm committed
And I could box wit' Nitty, don't give a fuck about what kind of difference space he in
I ain't bringin' nothin' but violence and drama to The (Andromeda) Alien
And if it's a fade we in, you best evade the shit
Cause I'ma hurt you
One punch, crack his whole face open, look like a Sprite commercial
You gon' be out before you hit the ground
Not tough
Get knocked out, like grocery stores in the ghetto, Rum locked up
Then keep swingin' 'til they call the police and then I better skate
Cause my hands can get me a battery charge like I'm Kevin Gates
I need to meditate cause how the hell could Saynt be so violent?
Beat you 'til you shit yo'self on stage like Joe Biden
Niggas be mad I say whatever I want
{chokes}
Niggas be mad I say whatever I want without jokin'
Like we in Texas, niggas want to swing on me cause I'm outspoken
But I'll beat you 'til you back into our Wal-Mart days, you gon' relate to this
I'll have you tryin' to catch a break like your manager when you fake a shit
I don't need dirt for Cornell, I'd rather murder him with guns
I carry .5ths, not flasks, I don't got personals for Rum
Cause this chop don't gotta stop cause that make it a little heavier
Hit E.T. with a Drac' (Drake), that's Alien vs. Predator
But I got Rum leakin' in the whip but I'll dispose of him later
I'm tryin' to drive straight, I'm ridin' with an open container
I got rid of the body but I took his organs and shit with me
And those get sold to the black market like Jordans and Hennessy
But how the fuck I even thought of this shit? I was born special
To come up with this you gotta be sick like the [?]
And it's gonna be some tragic shit if you ever make me mad again
I'll dump his family in some acid, yeah, Saynt (saint) gon' make a vat again (Vatican)
This nigga's dead
[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
This lil' muthafucka should thank me
Give event props
We kicked down doors for the coast, really made the west hot
Then made the rest watch
And showed the world all the talent the west got
We connect dots for the left side
If it wasn't for me, you couldn't say you had that lil' URL Chess drop that you just got
This ain't even a headshot
This is me warmin' my son up for the next op'
Puttin' him in a headlock
Who else gon' save you with all that bubble (w)rap?
Step-pops
You ain't that hot
This guy's an actor
You never even had a Face-Off with Smack involved
Besides Dizaster
We was dyin' laughin'
You ain't even tryin' to fight or nothin'
Nigga open hand slapped you, you didn't even try to punch him
You act like you wanted action, but then you sat back and made room for Dizaster (disaster) like a survival bunker
This guy's a sucker, get mad!
I'll have your family members smoke you, you'll get did bad
For a big bag, I can put your own flesh on you, like a skin graph
Clip blast
Let it hit his sweater
Flame all in his hood like Big Sag
With yo' bitch ass
You ain't gon' do shit
I'll pull up directly where you live, lettin' loose clips, more than a few hit
Lay out the whole house like a floor plan, I'm ruthless (roofless)
Nah, nah, nah or Insane, this nigga lame
Niggas out here playin' ruthless (roofless) like The Sims game
This shit's strange
I'll creep next door to ya house, like Quagmire
Nigga tried to play Charizard with me...it backfired (back fired)
Big ass Calico on deck, it's a landslider
See me wavin' an automatic blower, like a hand drier
Fam' dyin'
Do you know what I'll do to ya dawg?
If it's smoke, go get the tool from car
He dip, I'm dumpin' clips off in the back like a Cuban cigar
That's two minutes y'all
[Round 3: Saynt]
If we fight, you gon' feel these punches
Cause I got dumb power too
And you gon' die on a red dragon, like this bitch in Rush Hour 2
But in all my battles, niggas all die in the same way
And it ain't gon' stop today
If you think you gon' get a different result, then you really are Insane
And it's not a game
But shit, even if it was you know that this ain't an issue
Like a sibling with an unplugged controller, lil' bro ain't playin' witchu
By myself, on my own two, I've gone through Hell in this west shit
I dropped outta school, I never looked to Cornell for acceptance
I made my own way, back when my battles could not do 100 views
On Facebook, daily spammin' a (SPAM and a) link like struggle food
So who the fuck is you to me?
It ain't nothin' for me to beat dude
Cause he's a Crip and an Alien, I wanna see if he bleed blue
Cause I'm elite too
I might not blow up quick, but that ain't stoppin' me
Cause my goal is to play the long game, it's like Monopoly
But shit, the crowd ain't even gotta rock wit' me, cause my raps is so heat
I'm married to the game, don't need the gas, cause I can match Rum on E
But if you happen to want beef, you won't have nowhere to run
You got cheat codes, I pop outta nowhere with guns
If you strapped and you bust back, cause you claim that you can't go
Then it's a shootout with The Alien, Saynt givin' out Halos
But it's easy to find you online bangin'
If the cops search you on profile pics, The Alien's throwin' Signs in a crop(ped) circle
But in real life if you want to bang on me I can for sure fade you
Soon as you sign, I'ma split yo' shit like divorce papers
These gang niggas always jumpin' shit
Or gotta air guns, so I'll duck a ticket, slide to county and get my fair one
A non-affiliate, beat yo' ass 'til I can't no more
Got niggas tryin' to figure out where I'm from like I'm Jason Bourne
And you from Phoenix actin' like you got hands
But it's not convincing which (witch) makes the whole town look fake; WandaVision
And I don't even need a penny for free I'ma knock 'em down
If you a trophy for the set, I'll be holdin' that Oscar proud
This a midget versus a dropout, I'm 'bout to drop you literal
This a mirror match, a schoolboy versus a 5'2" criminal
And I do skateboard, so at any moment crash on some reckless shit
Soon as I catch this trick, that's when I'ma flip out and deck ya shit
So mean mug while I'm with the crew
I bet you buddy wouldn't dare
We all skate, so off tops, my niggas jumpin' over stairs (stares)
Do not assume we don't got guns too, I don't think that's bright
This sawed off cost just under a rack, it's not a bad price
I'm Tony Hawk cause I just spent (spinned) 900 on a half pipe
But you an O.G. loc, so to me that sound like Jeffery G
And you gettin' big smoke while we shoot you eatin' everything
And I'm not an alien, body ain't even breathin', and he ain't tryin' to fight
I got his body lookin' like outer space, no other signs of life
This nigga's dead
Feelin' like he ate a 100 shell clip
Hundred bucks to his chest boy, that's money well spent
