[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) n***a
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 n***a 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
N***a suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yoself!)
[Round 1: Danja Zone]
They got a n***a from the Bloque (block)
See?
To stop...me?
Well I'm probably trippin'
Cause this ain't even 'bout me
N***a 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 n***a 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 n***a if I was you I'd kill myself
Off with his fuckin' head, round one let's get it
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
N***as 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) n***a 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 n***a, 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 n***a losin'
N***a 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 n***as"
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
N***a 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 n***a
I ain't doin' no back and forth with no A-Z (AZ) n***a
You must be crazy n***a?

[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 n***a 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 n***a you facin' (face in) nuts, Day' rubbin' Pesci
I'll do a n***a 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 n***a, 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 n***a 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 n***a
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, n***a 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
N***as 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 n***as, 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 n***a 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
N***a 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 n***as 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
N***a how could you
Now pursue, shootin' outta ya range shows what that weak ass pen is amounting (a mountain) too
Every n***a '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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a say
(Where your bars at?)
Off with his fuckin' head. Let's get it