[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
I'm callin' it cap...
Warriors hat
I'm from the Golden era
Late 90's and still had heart like Roc-A-Fella
That's when I was thinkin' of signin' to Hov
So now you puttin' I (eye) in the-
Stop it fella
I'm more Notorious
Not for makin' a song
Valedictorian: it's a high grade that I'm on
In a DeLorean, I waited too long
Dr. Kevorkian: my patience (patients) is gone
I'm an accordion, you playin' me wrong
I'm the logo, I'm the reason fans come down
Oh no you JoJo, had a little run now, it's done, clown
I got the glow though
I could no show and 3-0 bro in a one round
I'm the n***a they not checkin'
MC's trash
Caffeine staff, they'll soon stop testin'
This a bean bag to Brock Lesnar
This a DreamCast to an X-
Y'all donе ran me wrong
Look, I understand my era gonе and now-a-days you can argue anything, opinions strong
Like, "Eminem had the better diss", "MGK had the better song"
I beat yo' ass in this battle, your fans say you got the better bars
You just can't fuckin' win
Against these perjurers, lie and stand (lyin' Stans)
Call 'em The Sixers, there's no way I advance
He been shootin' like Ben Simmons but been sellin' that to buy his (Tobias) fans
That-that, support your 40 in all of your rhyme
I done turnt n***as zombies, I fathered the time
Think Drake's barber design I put my heart on the line
The difference between it though, I know the meaning of every word, every line witty
I know your style, punchline litty
Personality iffy
Originality missing
I mean, I know why they call it a "ratty" do you?
Or "biscuit", don't lie Nitty
You gon' be up here wild gritty talkin' 'bout how you gon' kill me wit' guns and slang from my city
You'se a Diduntdidunt
And I ain't gon' explain it either
You know why my language ether?
I went to 204, me and Nas got the same English teacher
But all you can do is punch
And punch
And punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch
With setups like, "I got the .9 like Rondo"
I punch with a God flow, that's a one-two combo
Like Zion and Lonzo
Look, we could've did this in a small room or a Volume
Or a small room or a large room or ball room or your room
Or call Clips, check all rooms
He say I can't take it to the gun Rum
I'll brbrbrbrbr drum Rum
A MAC grgrgrgrgr 1-1
[?]
Grgrgrgrgr 50 Cent hun-bun! Ya done, Rum!
He gon' say I can't take it to the trigger blastin'
I do everything, watch a n***a match it with attachments
Zzzzzt, revolver, spinnin' faster then Kyrie at Olympic practice
Look my n***a that's pain, I'ma ride forever
My n***a lost and got a dub for an attempt, that's trial and error
You feel that n***a? That's pain
So what I hit you with? The bars, the God flow, the pain
Okay let's go conscious
Do you know the definition of "Obamanation"?
You did all that Donald hatin' and he ain't no different from Ronald Reagan
Hold up little n***a you too small to get this grown man conversation
We ain't even do proper meetin' 'til I had your girl ovulating over a conversation 'bout common places
But he said all he know is gang-bangin'
Well cool, I get him set up by an east coast Crip
He think I'm talkin' 'bout a n***a from New York
I mean 62nd Street, an east coast Crip
So go 'head, throw your C's up, but when you see us, seize up
Or you'll be on the ground and the only way you'll see is up
Oooh, that made me wanna take it back to the gun Rum
Cause I mix it with the conscious I just done
Osiris/Isis, I'll sun son
I got another one thun, can I mix it with the gang-bangin' I just done?
I'll have "C's" and "B's" surround him I'll "crumb" Rum
Uh huh
{Gun cocks}
Nuh uh
I ain't the one to rob
Where I come from an onion is whiter than Nunn Nunn
I've done done ('Dunn Dunn') it all
So tell shorty (Shawty), "keep it low" (Lo)
I said, "He's a hoe" you see I'm O
So if I say, "He's a hoe" that's beeper code 304
Whoa, this the meanest flow
Some shit you never seen befo'
I'll kidnap your 3 year old then sell his Adrenochrome at a senior's home
Look, I'm runnin' in his crib and takin' all three of his kids when I run in Rum house
Oh you got four?
Well BOW, I'm foul I took one
Wait I ain't wanna go the gun route
But I'm just here to show you I do it all
No diss track, get his bitch (w)rapped like Cuban Doll
Shirt full of Kool-Aid, you can picture (pitcher) goin' through the wall
Shots, hit her outta nowhere, that's a booty call
When I do it dawg, I know it signed cuz but if you a slime like Thug
Then we would find Blood like Luminol
Whoo, I could go all night Smack, you lucky I got some shit to do tomorrow
How long I got left?
'Bout 52 minutes, this 'bout to a superb round
I'm 'bout to get in my bag, let me just spit my second and third now
I said I ain't playin' wit' him, while he hatin'
I'm checkin' his shoes, checkin' his collar, tryin' to figure out which mic he fakin' in
I'll take him to-
Yo, LOMclothing.com man
[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Aye, don't fall gang
I'm too solid Hollow you can never be me
Bitch ass
Ran off on his homie Math and jumped somewhere in the sea
Pocketed money from a charity
We gon' let the evidence speak
I just split 150 bands with my brother, I'm mo' LOM than you ever could be
You really called the police on them n***as?!
You need to check yo'self
But you're a square, not qualified to be from the streets and this is somethin' you said yo'self
But you still a punk
Because you do not have to be a gangsta to "protect yo'self"
I never said I was real cause I was weapon grippin'
Nah
Cause I always kept my word, never switchin'
Never ran on my homeboy if they catch us slippin'
Since they was born, I took care of my children
Got out the street but never left my hitters
Still send JPay, Pelly Post and Securus
And that makes me one of the realest n***as
If I get to trippin', it's a grip of victims
Crime scenes and forensics
Detectives
Hollow tested...and I went ballistic
Aye!
You be on some bitch shit
That's why fam' put both feet and hands on you n***a
When you got 'Beat It' looked 'Bad'...remember that time he put the 'Man In The Mirror'?
I'm a shot caller dawg (shock collar dog), I go off on you
It's gonna be slow singin' and flower bringin' but I warned you
Obituaries, black hearses and a plot for you
After the Don hit, he get a headstone (head stone) and everything else, like a gargoyle
I'ma bomb on you
Somethin' loud clap
Bullet, go in his leg, up his stomach then out that
Will he survive? I doubt that
Cause the .22 ricocheted inside you, but I doubt Hollow gon' bounce back
He's a house rat
Gettin' talked to like this ain't what they want
You'se a disloyal, fool ass, bitch made punk
Havin' guns in yo' rounds is useless cause you a nerd
You won't shoot it, that's too absurd
So if he don't switch his attacks (tax), you know how odd it (audit) would be?
It would have you losin' on yo' return!
That's my word I hate cuz
Burnin' raise up
50 rounds, got the drum stuffed, like Turkey Leg Hut
You know what up?
I can't officially say you a rat, but I do know this homie
Any n***a that'll call the police over a threat will most definitely snitch on me
What happened to that Loyalty shit?
And puttin' yo' team on first?
You ain't picture them turnin' they back on you, like a Vlone shirt?
You the worst
Fans thinkin' I can't see him with the verses
Cause all I got is gun lines so I'll easily get murdered
Every bar I'm squeezin' on a burner
So I might not be able to take Hollow out...and neither can a surgeon
This is murder
We let K's blow
You did all that talkin' {gun cocks} 'til we raise poles (polls)
It's yo' fault, everybody pointin' at you, now make an escape, GOAT (scapegoat)
It's yo' fault!
You took to long, it's yo' cost
I knew I had to catch him right in his prime or (primer) Hollow wouldn't even go off
Grown talk
Every day I wake up, I gotta get four kids ready, straight up
Brush they teeth, wash they face up
Grease my son's fade's up
Try to figure out how I'ma do my daughter hair cause I still can't hook a braid up
This ain't made up
Gettin' 'em to school, makin' sure they ain't late once
Basically, that "everyday in the street shit" it been gave up
But to protect my family? I'll lace up
Lay somethin'
Police won't save us
They still killin' n***as in the street, I ain't forgot where I came from
Fuck the system, that's the type of time you need to be on next (necks)
When you wanna call the police on another n***a
You'se a weirdo!
You'se a weirdo!
You'se a weirdo!
Funny n***a!
Off brand!
Busta n***a!
You would've been in the house with the master
I would've been in the field with the other n***as
You'se a funky n***a
You don't hold it down you run from n***as
You'se a woman n***a
Will judge the next man off his money n***a
Get humble n***a
One of them, "I forgot where I come from" n***as
A snake, can't be trusted, you on funny business and that's why you had to duck from n***as
Fuck this n***a!
Nigel...you look more like a Douglas n***a!
[Round 2: Hollow Da Don]
I said, in 2004, I sat in an interrogation room
They tellin' me, "Ten", thought I was facin' one
They askin', "Do Family Matter?"
I'm lookin' at the wall though (Waldo) playin' dumb
N***a I ended up gettin' three years for that shit
Went from Riker's Island to the penitentiary without a stain on my jacket
Never got an accusation until I did this rap shit
And I caught more charges then Rodman in traffic
N***a now I got paperless accusations from ah, late bloomer
I'm up here tryin' to give y'all room shakers but yet I gotta shake rumors
Look, for my new fans and my first time viewers that don't get this shit
Just slow it down, say it in your head again and then it clicks
If it doesn't, don't slow it down, say it again and then it hits
I know it's like arithmetic tryin' to get this shit
He'll take a word like, "benefit" make "Bennett" fit and you didn't know my last name was Bennet, Nit'
At this point, you're just one expected flip
And since we're cool I probably could bully you and let me split ya shit
I heard you set it off with Cleo
AKA Geechi Gotti
Well, before you even knew that n***a you was Daniel-san and me Miyagi
I brought money to the ring for you, I'm DiBiase
Then I'm like, "Dang" as I watch you spend it with TV Johnny
So now these jewels is all for you
I didn't father you but I adopted you
Ew, this gon' be hard to do
N***a you {hocks phlegm} spit in my face after I guided you?
Never lied to you, now you 'bout to be up here lookin' at a lot of you
Volume 2 I sat you down and showed you how to make yo' money and yo' life balance
Volume 3, remember when you battled Suge?
Your performance and your bank account was outstandin'
I mean for real, they had to get him an Uber after
He was out standin'
And that's when I sat him down like, "Champion, c'mon on. You gotta act elite."
I gave him the audacity to call out Cassidy
But the passin' week
He's on Barb Wire Battle League
40 people in there, it was jammed to capacity
I mean, Nitty's the rapper you call with a plane ticket and two weeks notice and he's first thing smokin'
32E, hopin' the window seat's open
Look, my point is, them battle bars get you Travelodge
The metaphors get you second floor
You talk like a demigod but you'll clearly take any job
N***a they playin' Marley with ya career and I'm there watchin' every card like, "He don't even know he gettin' robbed."
I said, there's things more important than the bag
Like ya kids, Nitty
There's things more important than the bag
Ya dig, Nitty? (dignity)
One of the last questions he asked was, "How much you get paid for a 2 on 2?"
I said, "Shit."
How much y'all think he got paid? Just add 2 on 2
Times that by 7 and that's what I actually had
But he gon' come here and tell y'all that I'm bad with Math
Stop it, akh
You use my numbers to negotiate so I'm ya pops
Eddie Murphy, ya whole Life you pocket watch
I've raised ya stock, pop him in L.O.M., had bro stylin'
Then he start wearin' Al Kapone shirts...no comment
That's when I figured out yo' problem
Wearin' shirts for a $100 dollars
I ain't sayin' you sniffin' coke cousin'
But it's a reason he was comin' down with that nose runnin'
You mentioned my battle with Danny Myers
N***a it was charity, we didn't even have a flier
And Geechi put up with me so I got less
I could've convinced him, "Yo, let's do 70/30. I'm top vet."
But we didn't even get the bar
So I decided to split the door since we was in the wild wild west
I remembered I battled Hitman, and Nelly and Drake had an all out bet
Wait, Drake puttin' up for a battle...me and Geechi splittin' money, y'all peep the scenario?
Shit you up here braggin' 'bout n***a I did years ago
N***a that's another one thun
Knot on his head; 'nother lump sum
I ain't talkin' 'bout that money you just one
They said Rum punch so y'all call him Ong Bak
Ermm, I call him, "1Pac"
I mean chill 'fore I get Rum rock
He'll be running back with one sock like, "Cuz...they trippin' and whatnot."
N***a, gettin' jumped is part of growin' up, that's how it is in Queens
Ain't no big homies to intervene
You squashin' beef; Jimmy Dean
On cam' this is what I really mean
Here's a million dollars worth of game
Hollow been a problem since Wallo was robbin'
And I've been sharp since guillotine
Oouw, he feel a Philly scheme
In his building I did hand to hand buyin' in the mezzanine
You'll see a fan lyin'; 'Billy Jean'
Can flyin'; silly string
Lunch time; spill the beans
Rum died; Grenadine
N***a suicide or I'll do the job
Or get off the ropes, well give me the rope it's suicide literally, I'll tie the knot
Then pull the chair like chivalry
N***a I'm nice
Picture gettin' hit wit' a ricochet and sayin', "Sorry I'm in the way."
I'm nice
Like watchin' Christians pray during a give-away
I'm nice
Like a n***a at Chic-Fil-A that ain't missed a day
I'm nice
I'm 'bout to moonwalk on him
LOMclothing.com man
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Aye, all that faulty business you was out there doin'
Had them n***as tryin' to find you, didn't it?
You even said that you'd try to pay 'em off, hopin' that they wouldn't slide through trippin'
You tried to bribe dude wit' it
Thought you was gonna get a pass cause of yo' name and they denied you (Nigel) Bennet
You said them n***as wit' me can't do WHAT?
Bitch we was wit' that
Send a shot, I go postal, like a stamp and get my lick back
Pistol whip him, 'til his head swell up, this fat
Just like the bullet, Hollow head expand on impact!
Snitch ass
All that Don chit chat is gon' have you buried somewhere out in Dallas where Luka Doncic at
You can't box can you?
I mean, we figured that out when John John drop slammed you
And took the fuckin' mirror down like a King Of The Dot battle
I'll clap you
This chopper near, got him scared
Then I'mma clear out his circle
Empty rounds
And that's Hollow's fears (spheres)
I'm for real
If I pull up trippin' where you stay cause I'm doin' bad on money
You better find answer's for me
Cause we be spendin' everyday
Police ass, n***a a disgrace
Why would you pop out at this (dis)location, Bennet (bent it) outta place
He fake
We can scrap or squeeze the strap, just keep it rap
Cause this smoke will only get you a headstone (head stone), it's a sativa pack
He a rat
Squeezin' back
Where Loaded? I'm tryin' to smoke Healthy, like a vegan wrap
These if facts
You gon' make me lift the metal then
Walk down, with the piece (peace), like Shalom
Endin' (end in) L.O.M
Let's begin
You gon' make me burn me a hater
Please, let's just keep it words
Cause you'll get murked if you play me
It'll be a funeral service with Bible verses if we take it past the talkin'
And I'ma give a turn to ya neighbor
Danger
It get mo' violent, pole by him
The nose, lookin' like the pump on number fo' nozzle
I got somethin' that I owe Hollow, so I load up with the old hollows
But I put mo' hollows in the .40 than in da .9 (Dinininon) like the old Hollow
Don't try me cause I'ma let it ring and hit up everything
Send him up, to get a set of wings
Now L.O.M. can give his loyalty to God and rep for Elohim
That was MEEEEAAAAN
If I grab an object, you gettin' stabbed I promise
Somethin' sharp, put a pick inside his heart
Have you ever had a locket?
Nah, somethin' big blast off, and that's a (NASA) rocket
I'll hit up Hollow when I launch it
Houston we have a problem
I off him
You a true bitch, type that'll run off on the homies, you won't do shit
Situation hits the fan, that's when you switch
Hollow points are made to get stuck in a target so you don't hit innocent bystanders when you shoot it
Basically, they ain't built to get through shit
So the name suits him

[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]
You had enough?
Or should I give him the K while he yawnin'
Here (hair) they're gonna Envy, or dread wakin' up to Sway In The Mornin'
A week before I battled Lux, you said my line verbatim
That's when I recognized your greatness
Coincidence don't exist
Kobe died and it desensitized America
COVID kills a few hundred thousand and ain't no mass hysteria
I used to YouTube "Nipsey Hussle killer" with Drake
Now when I YouTube "Nipsey Hussle killer" it's a snake
It's funny I mention Kobe and Nipsey cause they both left throwin' up 60
See how greatness aligns with each other?
It's a reason now me and Lux side by side like we brothers
It's a reason Hov and Nas now ride with one another
But you decided to be a fuck up
N***a when you said my line, guess who I called?
I want you to guess
Your brother Rich
Who introduced you to your brother Rich?
What about Konshis Pilot, your engineer that done the mix?
Who knew Derez, the one from URL that works now and does the pics?
We gon' get back to this
See I was in Arizona back in the gap on some other shit
I asked, "Was Rum the toughest Crip?"
The bros then turned Eric Snowden..."Cornell?"
They got to callin' out the government
They said, "The n***a that stay with his four kids in the section 8 apartments?
Spends his battle money on designers, cocaine, strippers and Jordans?"
I spend my money on shit like projection boards, put up goals in my house
You don't plan anything
You put all your goals (golds) in ya mouth
I aim higher cause I want more
You aim higher for a gun bar
I'm the energy god, I don't have to carry
I now know my temptation's my only adversary
My real life battle vs. this one ain't half as scary
But let's talk
Cause before that they said who does a favor can't speak
But I looked out for your man, I asked Norbes I begged, "Please
Can you put on KG?"
So I know you puttin' on for ya region and tryin' to make them hate me
But just know, it'd be no URL west if it ain't me
KG thanked me
But then when I didn't let him host the Danny battle he started actin' like a little kid
I'm hearin', "Hollow don't wanna let the west eat."
A bunch of gibberish
The west?
Wait, the west is California
They look at Arizona as an affiliate
And KG can't even raise the W right cause he from Michigan
But you gon' be a Baby Crip 'til you 86

[Rum Nitty]
On Baby! On Baby Gang!

[Hollow]
So listen to this
If your community was revolutionizing progress
Then you and Duppa Villa Projects would be able to co-exist
But y'all can't
And that's as Insane as it gets
I don't think you want ya problem fixed
I'd rather be "Bonjour", "Por favor" in front of the Taj Mahal, I'm lit
You should be overseas too, on tour with Rich
But you wit' a label where the rapper ain't got a rack (Iraq) and the singer poor (Singapore) as shit
Rum Nitty, you been full of yourself lately Rum
You've been drinkin' more and shit
I gave you a shot, it's an even score that's it
No matter how much we love the underdog nobody screamin', "Phoenix for the win!"
Noooo
I let you go head to head with the head honcho
Before I lose you'd rather see El Chapo at Del Taco sell nachos, it don't match
Fuck that the-
LOMclothing.com, it's dry in here man

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
I cannot believe you got me up here to face this clown
Type n***a that be scared as fuck in real life...but in battle rap he be blazin' rounds
I send a bitch to sleep witchu while we raid the house
He thought he was a mack (MAC) and got caught up in a jam
Hollow never made it out
Crazy rounds that you can't beat
They say, "Punchin' ain't enough. You need to think deep
Bring heat."
So him takin' shots from this burner'll count (burner account); like KD
You said, "Don't even bring up the phrase 'drink'"
But in order for this cut to stay clean, somebody gon' need to say "lean" (saline)
Raise heat
And this gun, make these bitches run
From the smallest to the biggest ones
I done ran off runts and OGs like Sha'Carri Richardson
This n***a DONE
I'll take you to war, dare me
It get more scary
In a low shallow grave with flowers on top
They find Nigel under thorns buried (Thornberrys)
The energy god
The energy god?
He a big coward
Sig Sauer, and be in surgery for six hours
Or I shank you instantly
For temptin' me
Swing the blade and got energy, like it's wind powered
I've been 'bout it
You better get low or get cut next
Slit throat
Big knife
R.I.P. a slice like Kimbo
What it hit fo'?
This shit done got hostile
Either a shot pop you or I'll box you or the Glock rock you
Legs got wobbled
Left a big ass lump on your top Hollow and the (k)not solid
Do not try me
Cause we really smoke shit
Sideways when the pole lift
I'll be lettin' that fly, crick it (cricket), I'm the Loc-est (locust)
You ain't know shit
We in different leagues
I send shots, wherever you at, I don't miss a thing
Hit the scene like Prince Akeem, Semi wit' me, lookin' for this bitch in Queens
Big machine
I'll pull this MAC and lift it up
Then got the cap then bent it up like Sidney Deane
Intervene? And I can't let you live
God called you in
So I'ma send Hollow to him, soon as I address this bitch
Recklessness
Not the one to get extra with
I'll load the .9 and bullet go in Don (goin' down)
Sound like some Texas shit
Not to mention, you don't know if you from Queens or Houston
You don't know if you like the Rockets, Knicks or you prolly switch 'em
Hollow trippin'
I rap 'bout lean but stop the sippin'
Call police but talk 'bout killin'
I seen you smoke a vegan wrapped blunt, followed by a Newport
Am I lyin' n***a?
I don't get him
Cryin' over a battle rap shot
Dawg you bitchin'
For a n***a to be named "Hollow" you sho' got a lot of feelings (fillings)
Get at him n***a
Don't act crazy cause you not that crazy
I'll lump somethin' up like a back payment
Strap blazin'
I'll pull up in a mask to Don (Mastodon) spot, hoppin' out a black Ranger
MAC aimin'
And I'll clap at dawg-

[Hollow]
Is that a Power Ranger?
{Rum shakes his head yes}
Oh I didn't know what that was

[Rum]
I Googled it. I Googled it

MAC aimin'
And I'll clap at dawg, you food...and I gotta drop you
Watch how this man'll fall
On Insane