[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
We got a same height n***a wit' a death wish
His patna be sprayin' machetes...and his shit be throwin' bread sticks
But me? I got a chop that I open heads wit'
So fuck Shine, this K got a I Know He Dead kick
You finna bleed tonight
Leak a pint
Try me you gon' see the light
They losin' him, he need an angel in Houston; The Preacher's Wife
Aye, you ducked, damn... try to set it up and cuz ran
Thought he went wit' the safer route when he tucked in
I'll really fuck you up fam'
One can', gloved hands
Press the piece in Shine face, I'm the cut man
You 'bout to get all the smoke, and take so many punches the fans yellin' "get off the ropes"
'Pac I got the Juice
We do pull ups, hop out, walk up wit' the tool
Yeah bitch I had a job before it's true
But I'ma end all that WalMart shit, once I get my Target in the view (interview)
Lay you down from the gate
Bow to a great
You know they sell guns and ammo, right?
I been had rounds for a K
You better go for broke, act like you know the role
You done put on shows befo', but now you gotta show the GOAT
He thinkin' that he won't get smoked
So he die, I'll give anybody heat Shine...thru a thermal scope
Clap him, it's only red raggin' when fam' rappin'
I'm Santana, doin' crooked shit wit' the bandanna
Black ratchet, I might clap it, fast wrap it
The clip blow, that shit'll hit a Zip mo' than Mike Jackson 'Bad' jacket
What's happenin'?
You started off a baby T-Rex, then DNA re-birthed you
And it worked too
Then you slid up like a dancer a took Twork moves
Bad ain't it?
MAC ringin'
Stick like a reaper for real (Reepah Rell), you get half painted
Hella strapped
Ridin' wit' a whole arsenal in the back dangerous
It's like 80 fo's in the trunk Shine, I'm SLAB slangin'
I'll be at ya neck if you disrespect it
Clip? Long as a WalMart receipt, and I'm a check you befo' you exit
Raisin' it high, BLAOW!
Hit his face wit' the .9
He in need of resuscitation, it's no play when we slide
Custom made body bag, I'm finna lay you inside
The shit I got for Shine (Sean)? Tailored (Taylor-ed), he tried to run for safety and died
My nerves crazy, disturbed/dangerous
One word make me wave this box cutter dreadfully, I'm goin' through Verb stages
Play me, and I'll lay you
Annihilate you, .9 raisin'
Point it just above, I'll hit the tie breaker, catch you outside later
Grip the handle, pop out, go to war wit' Shine, it's a lightsaber
Desert Eagle, made a prism
Shine break out, when I'm raisin' (rays in) a triangle
I don't see no challengers
They say, "All you do is talk about guns."
Well I'ma keep on clappin' 'em
Or the knife game, pull it underneath and stab ya shit
And keep on stabbin' it
Until it gets stuck half way up, it got sleep paralysis
Stay talkin', 'til I bang on 'em
Get you and who you roll up wit' shot, I State Prop' 'em
Shank on me, soon as they (day) walk up
Blade? Goin' right in ya son Shine (sunshine), it's a Daywalker
Bitch, they talk about performance
Performance?
What that gon' do?
Rifle, on a tripod, I can literally stand still and smoke you
Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself
N***a suicide or I'll do the job
(You decide, kill yaself!)
[Round 1: K-Shine]
Two weapons
It's either stab wounds or pops in the face like Diddy's son
I put the knife down
We only started, so it just be gun (begun)
I'm spinnin' once, they come back clappin'
"Ricky run!"
Y'all know what the fuck I'm here for, to kill a (tequila) n***a, and y'all gon' give me Rum?
Band camp, stick to drum
Why would I switch the gun?
It pop on any and everybody, any one
Round stuff? In the drum
Round up? Here we come
Whole gang, clique down and pound up, give me some
I give a fuck if he up the street
Arms reach like he came closer; twenty feet
Steel land in a grill like a Range Rover
Chain smoker, back to back cigs (SIG's), this the game closer
This shit gon' put Rum down, like "remain sober"
But this shit gon' throw Rum up like a hangover
Headshot, he got it in his mind like he doin' this regardless
Tape everywhere, "Listen to my artist"
I'm fuckin' wit' some caps: this is Mr. Marcus
Tell Mr. WalMart I won't miss the Target!
I'm bein' honest, it's about to get deep
And I'm beggin' for a body, track wit' Keith Sweat
Warm-up before the game: had the team stretched
Far as stitches, that's a sign for a thousand in my book, that's a G check
They gasp wit' deep breaths
I gotta feelin' Rum in the mournin' (mornin'); acid reflex (reflux)
Who do I have to beat next!?
Another Gun Line n***a (wit' a death wish!)
He gonna punchline me to death, that's what he actually plan
Well let me take this off now, I don't cap for the fans
If ya n***as try to avenge ya (Avenger), send 'em home or I'm clappin' the can'
Cause they knows (Thanos) gotta aim for Nitty skull (Infinity Stone), I know by the back of my hand
Got a 100 and some bullets, I could clap from a stand
Titty Tuesdays, bitch I got a rack in my hand
Post/pick (pic), that's for the 'Gram
I'm goin' nuts wit' the TECs (texts) like Eminem wasn't chattin' wit' Stan
Have a seat, I bust (bus) a motion
"This is not y'all stop."
Thinkin' you all (Wall) Street, that's why we got on stocks
The drug deal went well when we dropped off blocks
They gave me a toast for Rum, soon as I knocked off Roc
I'm at his door, he think it a joke, knock knock
My approach? You vs Top; pop lock
He like, "Chill!" Ain't no stoppin' this, pussy; cock block
Two razors, I get to rushin' a n***a; chop chop
Dipshit, big grip, scope on it; click click
One eye; Slick Rick
Twin grips, I'm 'bout to make a movie wit' these bitches; chick flick
The clip slip, everything blew (blue); Crip Crip
Aye Iron, fuck a moron, how 'bout a numb skull (numbskull) on every n***a that Nit' wit (nitwit)
I take it and peel, game on the floor, shakin' 'em still
"Wake up Cornell!" Bitch, he caught eight to the grill
I got one can' to Corn' I'm 'bout to make me a meal
Nah, I'm gettin' Nit' (knit) wit' the sticks, time to make me a quilt
I peel, Kelvin Martin, Curtis Jackson, two 50's, try me
Get smoked wit' the piece (peace); true hippy
I can't find you, givin' ya crew semi's
New case, they like, "How did it lead to the CLEAR?" I'm you Nitty (immunity)
You know case when it to the clear it's immunity
Shotty or .4 spark
Try me they all chalk
Get well cards when you found in the hall, mark (Hallmark)
The impact from the shell was strong, it'll left a body in for parts
"I'm packin' the mail, it's-" DaBaby dropped a body in Walmart!
N***a, like a brand new scab, peel yaself
Like you comfortable in a room, steel yourself
You had a dumbass slogan, and it still won't help
Suicide I'll- brrrrrallt you won't get a chance to kill yourself
N***a
That's a Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up'
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop (pick him up!)
NWX the rest of you n***as suck
Y'all know my slogan
(Zip him up!)
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Fans like, "I know you 'bout to do yo' thing on the stage
Elevate the science of battle rap...do some shit we never seen on the stage."
I'm like, "Nah. Shit I'ma keep it easy today."
So on a scale to 10, my rounds like a 7.62, and that's all you need for a K (AK)
Aye, don't make me spin the block when you hangin'
Big .40, bench warmer, I'm not wit' the gamin'
Sniper postin', he'll lick a shot if it's danger
Put Shine down, from up top, that's my guardian angel
We can bet
On my Crippin' I'll leave you stretched
Throwin' up set (upset) soon as Blood drop; PMS
Chopper wavin', bitch I'll burn you
All I do is talk murder; body language
Serve him, better hope the docs will save him
Let the clip ring 'til it hit zero and send you to an operator
Pop it and lay a bitch down
Try me, we drop boxes (Dropbox), I'll do the Zip foul (file), clip loud
Knock ya whole clique down
And spin off on Top wit' the mop stick, I'm savin' McDowells
You really think ya dawg ready?
Machete, from the dark side
Skin Shine like Keisha off Belly
Got the location to your spot we on route
Pulled off, no mask on me, I just hopped out
And caught a body wit' the bare (bear) face; College Dropout
The lead strike, hit his head twice
And you gon' be a rottin' (Rotten) Dot, and this ya death site
Bullet get lodged right there in ya chest pipe
A whole buck, stuck in Shine; deer in the headlights
I'm dead nice
Fresh out the [?] bitch, I piece grip
These lit
Let two point at his hood, I Chingo Bling shit
Mean clip
Run inside y'all function, snatchin' all pies and onions
Tell 'em, "If you try I'ma bust it."
Take all the white blood sells (cells) and he won't fight off nothin'
You know I'm clappin', stone face savage
So the pole I'm packin', go over heads, wit' no reaction
Point it at you, put a square on ya roof, then run off Shine, it's a solar panel
You do not want violence
Somethin' in a trench coat, waitin' on a sideline wildin'
I'll grab the steel (steal) and rock Shine, that's Monstar talent
You see what I'm 'bout
Piece on the scalp, knock a n***a down, watch him bleed out his mouth
Ain't no "Is He Dead Kick", just keep squeezin' 'em out
And bringin' 'em out
Hit him with like '22 Twos' if there's a Reasonable Doubt
It's gonna be a whole lotta bloodshed, let me keep this short and to the point
Don't make me bring out Cuzz Webb
I ain't gonna play wit' him, filet n***as, blade skin him
This'll take a layer off Shine; paint thinner
They like, "You bleedin' [?]:
Knife stuck deep inside
I went in depth (Depp) wit' the cut; Sweeney Todd
I give a bitch hell, they like, "Send help."
Dump a nickel off in him and say, "You did well."
Hold it sideways when it spit shells
So I can rock Shine at an angle like fish scale
You gon' murder me? .30 squeeze or the compact
Wavin' (wave in) the little can'; Murray's Grease
Style on him
Lick wit' (liquid) the metal; gallium
Stomach shot, leave Shine in puddles, I'll T-1000 him
Bitch! And you can't keep it real yourself
N***a, (suicide or I'll do the job, you decide, kill yaself!)
[Round 2: K-Shine]
A n***a harm me, my first instinct is to get him back
My mama say, "You can't live like that
Tit for tat. That shit is wack."
I say, "Look at mama spittin' facts."
She said, "Eye for an eye, leaves the whole world blind."
Well luckily I got a stick for that
What the fuck y'all want me to do?
I battled the whole Lou'
I battled the whole Jersey
Took the whole Cave out
Gave y'all the most 30's
Smoked a legend when he came out
They said I was all performance, I went to the small room
Even took the stage out
Made y'all punchline goddesses barely have a name now
What the fuck y'all want me to do?
Y'all want me to be just like dude
Stand still aim and shoot
That lane is cute
But y'all want the performance Shine, right?
Good, that's exactly what I came to do
Get a lil' close to the stage, I'm 'bout to shake the room
Play wit' who?
You can roll the dice if you want, I shake and shoot
I put in a jam wit' them 80's; raise the roof
Tell ya little Mexican homie, "Play it cool."
Or be a body next to Rum in the trunk; Rae Carruth
I'm draggin' the drum, dagger a ton, collapsin' a lung
Forensics fucked up on how the action was done
The knew about the 80 proof, but they ain't know my last isn't Rum
Roof top, I let 'em all down, I'm disappointin' 'em
Twin clips, babies stick together, you can join (conjoin) wit' 'em
You one dimensional, gun, gun, gun, it's annoying 'em
How y'all screamin, "Rum, Rum, Rum" if he ain't got a lick of (liquor) poise in (poison) him?
You should try avoidin' him
Your mind is dumb, you strive for crumbs
Cause it's the same routine every job you done
N***a whoopty fuckin' do! You got a gun!
But he still won't be the livest one
Reason why? DUI, we still don't see no drive wit' Rum
I started son
Back to back punchlines versus Goodz? That was me
I made you n***a
Where the fuck is my thank- matter a fact, you'se is an ungrateful n***a
Even wit' Smack, he made a lane for n***as
Look at the thanks you give him
N***as talk about ya family, you gon' shake wit' n***as
Walk off on Twork (twerk) like a faithful n***a
Aye let's get this straight Rum, I'm no chaser n***a
Close range, clip is in the gym, get a Staple Center
I turn a n***a to a bitch, change agendas
Cause what I'm on'll least get a (Mona Lisa) brushed off wit' the stick
Mona Lisa? Brushed off wit' the stick? Y'all ain't even see me paint the picture
I made Magic step down like The Lakers wit' Lebron
I bow ya head five times, like you're praisin' the Koran
Got a Buzz off a light year (Lightyear) and still keep a laser on the arm
That was a Toy Story I get two in for Nitty (To infinity) and beyond
You'se a dumbass that only got one path
I get a parent/teacher/student (up here and teach a student) like I'm goin' to my son class
Use ya mind, try to skip lines like a fun pass
That's the reason why, Rum only a lil' buzz like one glass
Gun blast, pin Nitty to the wall like a thumb tack
Lemon on the side, who ordered up the Rum splash?
Aye Brizz Rawsteen! You don't want no motherfuckin' smoke!

[Brizz]
I want all that smoke!

[K-Shine]
Aye Pat Stay! I ain't wit' no motherfuckin' jokes
N***a Hollow couldn't hang wit' a motherfuckin' rope
Jamaican cuisine wit' the scope
Don't make my carry (curry) somethin' I been in the mood for a motherfuckin' GOAT
After I shot one, I tried to figure out what two would do
Shoot the tool, without No Limit; 'Hoody Hoo'
Viewin' you, eye of the beholder; beautiful
I've been sparkin', see a n***a through the Carlton, 'It's Not Unusual'
Like a brand new scab, peel yaself
Like you comfortable in a room, steel yaself
Got a dumb ass slogan and it still won't help
Suicide I'll do the job
BOOM! You don't get a choice to kill yaself
N***a that's Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up'
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop (pick him up!)
NWX (the rest of you n***as suck)
Two-zip n***a
(Zip him up)

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Aye, if this shit pop off
You either get something knocked off or chopped off
And if I show up wit' the Razor, Rum on some shit, like Scott Hall
You ready my n***a?
Aye bet on the set I'ma kill him
Consecutive like a sedative pilling (peeling)
You gotta pay attention to detail when I'm spittin' or else you won't get it
I keep it basic like I gun butt ya temple (tempo) 'til K dents (cadence), well now you catchin' the rhythm
I play it well, play it cool you gon' lay for real
Smack gon' watch you take a shell
Put the steel in Shine back in front of NuNu that's ATL
My time to smoke n***as, so I'ma smoke n***as
Shine the old pistol, I wipe the nose then wipe ya nose wit' it
You know who did it
Throw the clip in, OD trippin'
Walk up and light Shine outta nowhere, this shit motion sensor
You lost ya life
Type of n***as thought somethin' but not gon' fight, just talkin' hype
Now let me put this in the air
Ya son Shine (sunshine) pussy like Harlem Nights
He rappin' but don't mean it
Bro tweakin'
I'll pull it and smoke a n***a for no reason
Silencer on the pole squeezin'
Go th-th-th I had to sound it out; I'm a slow reader
I pull it and lift ya n***as-

{Chokes}
Aw fuck. Let me bring it back. Hold up. Silencer on the pole squeezin'. Go th-th-th I had to sound it out; I'm a slow reader. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck! Aye aye aye! Oh shit damn! Damn! Damn! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I found it, I didn't. I did and I got question I don't know Regis. Fuck. Fuck. Goddamn it. Hold up. Hold- lick a shell. Hold up hold up hold up. Silencer on the pole squeezin'! Silencer on the pole squeezin'!
[K-Shine] Yooooooo!
[Rum Nitty] Nah, nah, nah hold up. Aye, aye, silencer on the pole squeezin'. Go th-th-th
[K-Shine] You better get it together. I'm giving you five seconds
[Rum Nitty] Hold up hold up hold up
[K-Shine] Five seconds n***a
[Rum Nitty] Oh-oh-oh-oh. FUCK THAT! Uh uh. Nah I got it. Fuck that! Fuck, fuck- hold up! Fuck it! Fuck it!

Aye you ain't no killer wit' it, you temperamental
And ya fight game ain't seasoned enough, that's why you bit a n***a
I'll split a n***a, zip ya shit up
Something About Mary I get pissed and Zip'll (zipper) get stuck
.30 clappin', if I miss, then I'm swervin' back then
Spinnin' on Shine's spot like I'm turtle waxin'
Dirty ratchet
Hoppin' out, Curtis Jackson
Run up, I'll lift this bitch; Dirty Dancing
Buncha gun bars: SK's, AK's and I'll get ya dude erased if you compare me to Tay K (Tay-K)
Not for play play, bet I'll drop you, especially in the H, K
I'd have stopped ya rounds, like a Heckler and caught (Koch) you
Lay you down wit' a 12, I give a fuck if K strapped
You better hope K packs (K-Pax) somethin' outta this world
I'll rack the .40 up
I'll pull this in spite of (spider) ya fears; arachnophobia
Shot an X n***a, we at the podium
Then drop The Bear, it'll be pandemonium (panda-monium)
Bitch n***a, we grip different
Infrared on the SIG liftin', [?] vision
I spot Shine and line him up, I made a Big Dipper on Crip n***a
It's a wrap
Battle rap belong to the west now and you can't get it back
Every card, Crip on this, Crip on that
I wish I could let Eric hold a shot and bring Nipsey back
You done ran into a roadblock, stop!
They said, "URL in Houston? We finna see what NOME talkin' 'bout."
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

[Round 3: K-Shine]
Yo shout out to anybody can get it
Cause any body can get it
This the round, I want y'all to pay attention
I'ma show you why I'm different
N***a I ain't here to go back and forth 'bout who gun bigger
Or do tongue twisters
That ain't fun n***a
One trigger
Spill Rum on everybody like a drunk n***a
We both gun spitters, there's one difference
You punch lines I punch n***as
Aye y'all remember, for one minute
Y'all remember NBA Live '99?
If y'all remember NBA Live '99, y'all like, "This jersey is insane." Right
Check coordinates, plain (plane) sight
Checks forwarded, same tights
MJ height
Thinkin' foul lines I hope you take flight
With his brand new Jordan's on at game night
Bull-shit, player '89, fake Mikes
They like, "Fuck the vets"
How? We made these n***as go in they pockets to prepare this look
We from the era where n***as wasn't gettin' paid
N***a I'm the reason that you here and booked
But then the vets got expensive, had the league owners scared and shook
Well it's just like NBA Live '99 if y'all care to look
Cause they watched the list move and knew they needed a square to push
And right there, that opened up a lane that's for y'all
See the game had evolved
But the name stayed the same cause they ain't have enough change for the star
See we was Michael Jordan
It's either we get paid or we off
But y'all was player 89, cause ya name ain't reach the game 'til 2K got involved
See back then, they tried to act like my speed was the issue
But I didn't suck dick or kiss ass, so Smack act like he didn't see the potential
But it was NBA Live '99 when they needed the whistle
They been callin' the game, y'all just couldn't see the official
Now, I'm right at they temple
I grip a thang, catch a stain
700 kilometers, he in a Range
Scope on it, I focused the lens, he get a BANG
Deeper than, "EA Sports. It's in the game."
Clean biscuit
Angry boss, I mean business
They like, "How did he get on the floor with his spleen missin'?"
My reply? Eagle Eye the machine did it
It's the X-Men, get they body blew (blue), I'ma Beast wit' it
Don't make this bitch turn into somethin'; Mystique wit' it
At his door; TLC, I 'Creep'ed in it
See a kid playin' from the stand; he did it
Y'all think this n***a the truth? Note to self
N***a that's word to me
I stretch the truth; perjury
Whole clique, it's definite (death in it); certainly
Desert Eagles, third degrees
You wanna be a man? I'ma teach you 'bout the birds and bees
Sheesh!
This round was smoother than mama coffee
I'm packin' everything, movin' out my apartment
Usually wit' the Larkins, shootin' 'em at the target
Rocket launch him in the air; Houston we have a problem!
N***a like a Juice shot, 2Pac, 'Hit 'Em Up'
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop (pick him up!)
NWX the rest of you n***as suck
Y'all know my slogan
(Zip him up)