[Round 1: Saflare Sole]
Off the rip, they can't believe he tried it
Fo' fifth, I got the cheat sheet firin'
They said The Alien gon' have tubes all in him, look like E.T. dyin'
It's only one-line I'ma consider you great in my mentions
It's lit from this point forward like Scottie Pippen
Loc a victim
All the negative threads on the net, sayin' the vet was gonna torch the rookie
I stay positive in the inside, like a fortune cookie
They say, "Nitty gon' kill you. Nitty-"
I wasn't tryin' to hear it
I already got Rum, I didn't need to bе around whining (wine and) spirits
I'm an originator
He controls the powеr in the Volume, he's an innovator
Just not enough heart to work the machine; defibrillator
I ain't gonna get him right now Smack, we'll get him later
Cause I control the power Outside, like a generator
Where I'm from, we rob n***as and take ice
You either fight or (fighter) jet home like MetLife
Kick in Geechi door, I'm killin' all of you bitches
Pistol on Nitty verse, he keep lookin' suspicious
Then we ran into another Crip; Special Olympics
Fo' fo' gold medalist, steel draw
Line Insane n***as up in the Nut house; it's pill call
I really demolish shit
A bullet go through Cornell at no cost; it's a scholarship
We armed with heaters
Not a trail of blood, the dogs won't find him either
The only struggle was gettin' his body in the back of the Kia
We had to bend to fit (benefit) The Alien, like a college visa
This shit gon' end in surgery at the nearest hospital, his condition is unstable
URL gon' give him his other half, you know they always been faithful
They just gonna have to pay The Alien while he's still under the table
The sweetest joy is the funeral, when his family cryin' all loud
I'm lookin' at the obituary all wild
Shit like a comic book, you see Powell (POW) in the clouds
Family drunk, cryin' with all terror
But guess who held Rum down best? His pallbearers
Three battles bein' dope and I get you? There's clearly nothing to be done with me
I'm up here workin' on my 4th Homi; Rum Nitty
When it come to Mook, Daylyt, Lux, why they ain't throwin' none of those fights at you?
Oh my, Marty McFly, look how time travels
You seein' an ex-felon, closest you gon' get to your Con' battle
I'd die for my respect, you leave me no option
Leg shot, chrome pop him
Crip, coppin' (cop in) a wheelchair; Joe Swanson
Let's make this enticing, Kuma blade, right in the slices
Cut here, cut there, I'm indecisive
Ice pick, carve "Flare" in his face; dermatitis
Mozel tov, strike it then light it
That's in flame (enflamed) tissue like tendinitis
I'm not the brightest
But the knife go in his chest then out his chest, no time for the fake tussle
Keep slicin' 'til his face bubble
Then the blade, back in 4th (back-and-forth), it's a gay couple
Get up close with the revolver and watch his face struggle
Whole team, nose pointin' in one direction, it's a play huddle
Blade's cousin
I'ma be killin' n***as all year with a new style
Coroner's gonna be in business for a good while
Chop his body in half, the way I did him was foul
Reports read they found one n***a in two piles (Powell's)
#1 in my class, I was made for that place
Y'all dragged me through the mug, played with my name in that space
I've been in my bag from the jump, it's a potato sack race
I'm a real killer, ain't no way to ignore it
Len Bias, I OD to push Maryland forward
[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Off the rip, believe he dyin'
A clean sweep, 3-peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin'
They say The Alien
(Sittin' on bars like E.T. ridin')
Y'all hold it down
I'm back snappin'
Bad fashion how ya dawg (dog) goin' out
We used to cop guns and toss those around
Literally, buy and share
I used to own a little piece, I'm proud to say I'm a stockholder now
You should never play with shooters, you gon' die
Before Footz and paramedics make it to 'em
Hit 9-1-1 for help but they can't do it
All you hear is Jaz (jazz) in the background while it's goin' down, it's like elevator music
I've been waitin' to check this n***a
Talk crazy, disrespect this n***a
Now I finally get to curse Sole (soul) out, like an exorcism
You rap about prison like it's some whole, new type style
That shit old-school, pipe down
We done seen plenty of Sole kind (Soul Khan) befo'...
The fans already know you by (bi) now!
You act like no one trapped before you
N***a, I was flippin' pills, hard white, was trappin' raw too
Sent packs to yards that got past the guards smooth
The dog food and the balloon look like Astro Boy boot
That face tattoo?
Don't make him any tougher I'll punk this bitch
Slice that fucker off, up the knife cuttin' shit
You know The Game got that same star on his face?
And it's a butterfly under it
Fuck is you talkin' to?
Shit'll get dark for you
I'll take a sharpened tool and try to carve it loose
Peelin' (pill in) that bitch, like Bill Cosby, 'til the star removed
It's a lose/lose
Play, then I'ma turn up, show you what this MAC look
Knockin' the data out ya server, bringin' out the burner
Ya cap pushed
And if it's smoke with ya man's Footz (foots), all I can think about is Murda
I'm strapped fam'
Black van, park
Hop out runnin' on Footz (foots), it's a gas can
Pistol whip if the MAC jam
Punish him
Blunt force to the whole company, I feel like Yak Man
Fam' playin'
I don't know what the fuck he thought but I really dump shit off
I'm not the one at all
I'll get a gun involved
You better go toy with somebody else Sole (soul), like a Chucky doll
He's a fuckin' fraud
But let him tell it, he's Frank Lucas and he got dope for days
I would've {eeeerrr} lock picked the do', showed my face if you was holdin' weight
Did a n***a greasy that's on The Wave
If you would've had ten of them thangs of Blue Magic?
I would've at least lined up Sole (sold) for eight
No mistake
N***as wanna complain about views, stop!
'Til it's a hospital with morphine bags
That's an easy way to get tube ('Tube) drops
Raisin' this new .9
Outside, wavin' in from of the company, the inflatable tube guy
Too live
You will never get that belt you see me holdin'
Cause my record speak fo' showly
But the old me? Did all my dirt by my lonely
So I never thought I'd be a COTY (co-d)
Blast shells, I'm never eager to ask help
New P5, and I squeeze it my damn self
Or I let the old gen' assist (Genesis) with the box...the Switch kind, so (Sole) (console)
I never need my hand held
If you can't tell, this shit effortless though
You get peeled, then a wheelchair is something you can definitely own
A chop' stick (chopstick) will show you how a vegetable roll
I done really carried out orders, and ran goons
I'm just speakin' in General, Sole (Tso)
N***as is hoes
And you can't keep it real yourself
N***a suicide
(Or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yo'self!)
[Round 2: Saflare Sole]
This n***a throw up gang signs all night
I mean, we know he a Crip
That's why it's kinda odd y'all
But if I break his fingers, don't take offense, somebody come guard dawg
Then it's Patches, in a wheelchair, and God calls
He seize (C's) up, then the Crip died from a sign, like Hardball
KMM, this hit was a mob call
Ken Nitty go with the scope, I'm Oswald
That slogan a joke
He 'bout to take so many punches, the fans-
Bitch I'm a livewire
Pistol whip, put a .9 by ya
You know what happens if my hands on the ropes too long?
My palm fire
I'm really 'bout to end bro life
They like [?] dagger to his chest, then I'm draggin' the knife
Engrave (in grave) a puncher like Kimbo Slice
The n***a dead
But y'all his fans so y'all gonna deny that it's right
I think you can tell with no problem, like Charleston White
This a fight for ya life
War ready, for any mishappens
Pull up, in vest and (invest in) hoodies; Sheed Happens
Hold up, cause I really go to war with the best
So happens, if that line Happens to get me a Trophy, burn it, I like to earn my respect
Let me talk to the vet
Your battle with Don Marino, I couldn't make sense of it
I'm lookin' at the screen like, "How could this be?"
Smack must've just drove to the store and said, "You two get in the Jeep."
[?], he knew both the aliens would work for cheap
This n***a is dumb
It's been two Henny's to the stage ever since they begun
I mean it's prolly gonna stay like that 'til it's done
Beas' and Smack on that cognac, league owners ain't even fuckin' wit' Rum
Play wit' me? And a n***a rot for that
I'ma ask you two questions, one time, be careful cause there's a plot to that
If you answer the wrong way, you can get shot for that
Are you an Alien or a US citizen? Cause there's a special box for that
My family, I was really on the block for that
At 17 we dropped my auntie off at rehab, she died when she got clean
I was young, it was kinda confusing
I mean, they say, "Cleanliness next to godliness", and it's not an illusion
But if life can teach you that, so can (soak in) death, like Whitney Houston
Man I'm a savage, these animal tactics
I'll flip a Quarter to make a dollar, I got a gamblin' habit
Don't pass me the ratchet
Strong arm; Angela Bassett
Bask in the moment or the moments you passin'
Couple with down syndrome; special attachments
Still accurate on an off night
I won't miss (mist) with the lens, it's fog lights
Pistol whip, goin' 'cross Cornell head
MS13 tat; elbow Web(b)
Snap a limb, an arm will break
Body shots, foldin' Powell (pile); it's laundry day
This a funeral, URL just Usher'ed him in
It's The Faculty
The Alien's weakness is all this dope in my pen
He asked for the fade, and that's when the shots happen
All that fightin', just to face a Chrome like Eazy The Block Captain
Snappin', shoot 'til everything empty
Loadin' up the semi
Van with the hemi
Ladder out the side, it's wheelchair friendly
I'm really 'bout to murder this fake
His bitch eyes wide, she know her fate
12 took her side first, it's a domestic case
Hole wide (Hoe wired), look into it; investigate
Knife and scalp, round it out; estimate
Remains a pile (Powell) of bones; desecrate
His EKG will look like the Vans logo
Just tell your mans to chill
Cause once it's a straight line, that's when everything go downhill
Where I came from, we came up off pure luck, we never planned into it
Kinda like this battle with Webb, I ain't seein' ahead, I just ran into it
Cannon's shootin'
Cause they know that I'm that strong
I'll rock a GOAT in the face, I'm Matt Barnes
I'm a real killer, ain't no way to ignore it
Len Bias, I OD to push Maryland forward
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Aye!
Y'all gon' make me shoot a person
He said he was gonna engrave (in grave) a puncher like Kimbo Slice?
That shit was truly perfect
Punch myself right back out that box like Uma Thurman
I'm with the extras
I done laid out in people's front lawns just to send a message
Shit get hectic
Hidin' out, chopper in the bushes, look like I'm trimmin' hedges
Losin' a loved one will put you in depression
So if y'all ain't tryin' to feel that pain (Payne) throughout the company, then y'all better get to steppin'
I really do this, I live it
I never try to act cool for a n***a
Since a youth we was in it
In juvie detention made me feel like my little movie was endin'
We got out, and got right back actin' bad; to be (Tubi) continued
Fool on the menu
Choose another style
This n***a think he Nu Jerez or somethin', he a fuckin' clown 'til I dump a round
And so much Blood runnin' outta Baby Twork on the flo' they had to scrub the ground
N***as even took my style, they like to imitate rappin' the Nitty way
So I'm out here puttin' Footz (foots) on necks (X), and that's just to demonstrate (them and Strait)
All there of those styles is mine
Me and Twork mirror each other so technically yo' style is mine
I ain't just influence the way Sole (Soul) Train, I can go down the line
My locs down to slide, they eager to squeeze
His wife gotta go if he catch that white bitch with Sole (soul) like Teena Marie
Leave it to me, it get worse for shorty, she ain't gon' make it through
They done brought nurses for her, she unstable too
Goin' through pain while Sole (soul) stuck in the waitin' room; feel like Purgatory
You heard the story?
The west been runnin' it, you know the vibe, no facade
I'ma go for my .45
Hunt him down, they go and hide
They scared too, soon as I caught them n***as from the east, the shell blew
And this bitch Sole can die
You know the vibes
I really said that patna, this a setback
Stay off [?] you don't accept that option, you gon' get cooked
I don't know what ya homie Sole (soul) on Footz (foots) but he a dead man walkin'
Lead blam on him
Pull up in a black .40 get nailed
Pop the trunk, they gonna try to toss me under a Florida cell
Toss the gun, cause I ain't goin' to jail
In the Expedition throughout the desert, felt like Oregon Trail
I can't go for an L
I'm eluding the task force
You know how many the boys in blue book?
I could use me a passport
If I pull it's a wrap for him
I knew one day I would have to step on yo' fat ass Sole
When you got put on this platform
It's bad for him
And it's lookin' like a dark fate, let off eight and send you to a calm place
Fuck what y'all think
He gon' need help gettin' the company off the ground, cause they done threw you in The Shark Tank
Dawg fake
Before I pull it I'ma spark it
Close range, tryin' to put a bullet through ya garment
We got plenty guns, and this one an Air Force 1
And Sole lookin' like a target
Marksmen
We damage blocks, my n***as will hit the studio then the track'll drop after they clap an op'
That's the Aftermath, Ruthless, so Sole death (So So Def) will be gettin' mentioned in they Rap-A-Lot
Fam' get shot
He probably not buyin' it if I say I own a thousand chops
That's most likely something that's sold out (Sole doubt), 'til I pull out a stock

[Round 3: Saflare Sole]
One thing you never do, is talk about a man's wife
To be honest, after that bar, I was just ready to load up hollows
And I did pull up with my wife, she just like my gun, a German model
Let me ask y'all a question
Any of y'all ever been under the same roof as blood and ain't speak ?
You know what it's like preppin' three-rounds for a GOAT like this in six weeks?
While workin' a second shift and can't sleep?
And tryin' to play the role of a father like Lil' Meech
It's deeper than rap
Nit', I was really deep in the trap
Why they say when you step on crack it break ya mama back?
That never happened to me
I stepped on crack, that shit got me and my mama back on our feet
I was stuck for the profit
Watchin' fiends shake, OD, and vomit
Jiminy Cricket; that type shit buggin' (bug in) my conscious
I never lied
My life like the aftermath of the crash that Twork survived
That just mean the madness is still well and alive
I was never green
I was in 23 and 1, facin' 20 like I'm 19
With nothing good to remember
I mean, we seen Thanos beat the Avengers
That's why I never did believe in public defenders
My life was tragic
I mean, how I come here, go from a Crucible to a Summer Madness?
Celebrate with a Volume, survive a (Survivor) Series of events and start all this Traffic?
Star power, already had it
Consider Kellz, Remy Ma, I'm just that easy (Eazy) to manage
When I got here, n***as wondered what made me so special
Conditioning, I trained on a different schedule
High school, fo(u)r consecutive years I've learned on a different level
I had to get my mind right, I wasn't always talkin' this way
I was a young n***a sparkin' an .8
2Pac and Biggie, now it's a matter of altering Faith
I'ma fix this lil' champs persona today
I mean, this was supposed to be Ave in a way
Hold up, so you mean to tell me y'all alternate (alter Nate) for me to alternate (alter Nit') back in his place?
We don't hustle the same
I mean, speakin' of Hustle, I don't know if you still with her or not my n***a
But even if you are, I'm proud
For real, I wouldn't get up here and say nothin' wild
Skully and Mulder, why would I go diggin' up for Alien's ex (X-Files)
I'm not concerned with ya love life
But we do share concerns for the same reason we love life
Rest in peace to both our moms, tears roll down my face on a dark night
We got kids Rum, for their grandmothers [?] dawn on us to shed light
She was my one and only
So Sole, I went ahead and made a name from it
Losin' her, I never really regained from it
Start fightin' a lot, I couldn't refrain from it
Took them same punches, came to battle rap and created a lane from it
But in the trap? It was hard for n***as to stop my plans
I'm talkin' pots and pans, droppin' grams
I had to pitch, fork in the water like Aquaman
But one trap, was just weed, that spot there chill
The coke pump up the street, that's where shit got real
But I kept the brown wit' me, and gave great deals
Cause only I know what's best for Bobby like Hank Hill
Hustlin' in this generation will get a n***a cranium crack
That's why I only deal with older plugs; Radio Shack
My life was mean
There were times I had to sell a fiend a 50 in the cellophane
Had to make quick plays at night
No scale, there is a solution, go back to my old method and eye ball white
Hand to hand and rock on the strip? That's dumb shit
Now I just stick with the powder, that's Fun Dip
I'm in an elite spot, me and bro are all vets, that's how we rock
I use Footz (foots) pump, it's a Reebok
Shot Suge then he dropped
Pistol whipped T-Top
But unfortunately I missed Cuz (cous') like Key Glock
I'll spin in the middle of 'em all, it's a Fiat
Now everything inside comin' outside, it's a detox
Dawg scrap, we unloaded with all straps
Rum, find somewhere for safety it's a hard hat
No fakin', I really get shit shakin'
Send me to pen, Powell (pal), I'm right (write) at you once I get the loc-ation
Put a track on his whip, I know his every move vividly
Outside his house, the n***a dead when he get to me
Posted with the Chrome, checkin' for Webb (web) activity
He clipped, German Ruger, I hit his bitch
I'ma real killer
I use this .4 in (foreign) a lot, I'm a Benz dealer
Said I was gon' die, how outrageous, flagrant
We even could've placed a bet; Las Vegas
Blaze him
Aye Smack, for now old man, send a little paper to me
I mean, I'm your new investment, get ready to make interest
I mean I ain't gon' lie, I was watchin' the cam' since you was in The Trenches
Why would I leave?
It'll probably be too easy (Eazy) to be the face of a league full of bitches
Maryland

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Known to let a cannon loose if I have to shoot
Absolute
Been a savage
And where I'm from, being trigger happy is an attribute
Might grab ya bitch up if we don't capture you
Crack a roof
Beat the makeup off her with a Louisville, battin' rouge (Baton Rouge)
Slide by where you stay, get the passion through with hammers too
Dyin' to see Sole (soul) pop out when I hit the block
(whoa)
It's Crash Bandicoot
You 'bout to get everything you askin' for
I'ma connect so damn hard when I smack him Troy, that bull ring gon' swing back and forth
Look like I'm knockin' on a castle door
It's war!
Shell shockin', whole gang'll air
Pull up in a pair of Wranglers 'Flare, it's a bell bottom
We'll rob him
Beat information out of one of the company guys
Like, "Where the papes y'all hold?"
And if they lie Sole (De La Soul), one of them dies
On God
I done been through torture, lost a lot in these battle fields that we went to war in
Saw death with my own eyes I remember mournin'
My world turned Upside Down and my face flare, I'm a Demogorgon
You think this n***a gon' win? That's cap talkin'
Fam' stop it
This a big moment n***a, we ain't gon' see Sole deliver until we end up on the black market
My life was like a safari
We was networkin' in the streets
Makin' n***as clean out they cash if the chrome was in the reach
I was in the kitchen if you searchin' where I be
The work dryin' off look like clear cookies, but you don't know my history
Lift and squeeze, this is me
Your homeboy get paralyzed if he get hit with these
Now Footz (foots) won't be able to feel a thing like Mr. Deeds
This is me
I ain't like these rappers, no role models at home made us jump in the streets faster
I seen madness
We couldn't wait to explore, we shot straight off the porch like a Ring camera
Heat clapper, I'll let a hollow out
Let you hear a copper round (cop around) like a police scanner
Elite champion
Fuck what a n***a think about Nitty rank
I was really in the ring, washing shit, back-to-back, like a prison sink
By any means
You thinkin' this n***a finna murk me? Nah
I'll let a 30 off
If I get hurt, the company finna pay for it, it's workman's comp
You heard me dawg?
My n***as will hunt ya bitch down if they catch her out roamin'
Follow her around closely, like a stalker do
Soon as we found out she belong to you, we prowled on her (proud owner)
I'll smoke her
Not too many of these rappers active, stop it
They just rap about it
The industry got way too many rappin' problems
N***as might catch a body, then hit the court with the 6'9" point, like Magic Johnson
Catastrophic
N***as hoes, I'll get you gone
Body in the river cold
You ever seen, I'm Gonna Get You Sucka?
That mean they gonna find you when they fishin' Sole
Different mode
It's over wit'
Show you the difference between Sole and Nit'
So when it happens you see the pen not the same like when you sew and knit
You know we spit, keep big heat on the low, the clip release over ten
Extra chop, squeeze 16 in a row, my wisdom teeth growin' in
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