lirik lagu urltv - rum nitty vs. jey the nitewing
[round 1: jey the nitewing]
……..
new york city
greatest city on earth
i’m here to remind you what greatness actually is
home of many kings
but apart from any king, i am as mad as it gets
and i’m far too much of a tyrant to believe that other life just has to exist
i’ll give you three rounds for an alien to show me what the rest didn’t
i could care less if you came here in peace, i’m here to ensure that you rest in it
the way that i pay my respect’s different
consider it paid when the sh~t’s done
you’ve been in your bag for the last eight years
let’s see you punch your way outta this one
jey the nitewing
my name’s synonymous with the greatest writing
the last alien i seen thought this sh~t was all cake and ice cream
an alien might be known for abductions, but i’m not one who can be taken lightly
i put the pain in
dios los muertos
dedication
every native that has seen my takeover had reservations
cause on these stages they know jey done taken more lives than hesitation
they can’t save you this way
ten plus one in the chamber, things get stranger today
like you saying elijah better than lux or greater than day’
now your lucks runnin’ light (‘lyt) with the hand you was dealt
i got one greater to play
full house with the king and we can see you’re the only one chasing a straight (strait)
this your gravest mistake
even if this wasn’t new york where they do ‘not like us’
you facin’ a jey that would make you as unsafe as drake in l.a
invading his sp~ce gon’ make this sh~t federal
they gonna need agents for jey
i’ll put your men in black tuxes, but the memory of it is never fading away
you done baited his rage
now they gonna paint this as a racist display
sayin’ that jey played his trump card and took out an alien race
that’s fake news
but in the same tune, face you and say you should’ve just stayed in your place
i’m walking you down
i’ll let my wife walk in the town before i let n~ggas like y’all get around
everything he swings, let it all get an applause from the crowd
you a ufo that they saw and became the talk of the town
obvious now that not being seen with wing is how he always stood out
f~ck are we all talkin’ about?
playin’ with my f~ckin’ name like it’s hard to pr~nounce
got me feelin’ like i’m stephen king how i’m drawin’ this out
cause at least to me, the alien only comes off as a clown
jab!
swing and a miss, you gon’ have to stand a bit closer
jab!
i’ll let that one land just to give his family closure
jab!
and for his soul, the reaper stands at his shoulders
and right before he lands the overhand, he gon’ be handing it over
tonight, no one is living
it’s a homicide when i do the job, i ain’t lettin’ this go to decision
mad f~ckin’ king
[round 1: rum nitty]
i hate this n~gga
all this extra fake aggression like you just some dangerous k!ller
let me guess, you just a mad mc, jey (madame cj)?
well let’s get straight to business
i’m ’bout to put you in a coma nap
that’s a fact
something that i foresee before it happen, you’ll get clapped
no sweat, off the top you get pressed
you’ll get clapped with hot iron, they upped the heat just for me
but relax
he’s a pack
when this b~tch release your wig split in three
blood everywhere, they like, “quick, get this clean. some sick sh~t to see.”
it start turning maroon, lookin’ like dallas bbq, then it gets sticky wing.”
don’t intervene
we squeeze more, it’ll get real worse
squeeze about 3~4 when the steel burst
he in his truck? smoke wing in it
hit the king’s ford in the grill first
we put in real work
you don’t get no pass, i been outside travelling state to state and they don’t know mad
most of your flow’s trash
you got style that’s straight like jim jones’ braids and it get old fast
we really sold bags
had ’em off the gas real high
i done had to pull schemes, push weed and sell rocks
i’m talkin’ state to state, i had real stocks
might have to set up shop in buffalo on occasion wing, if the spot out in nashville hot
you about to get all the smoke
and take so many punches
(the fans yelling get off the ropes)
if you try me this tool squeezin’
be laid the f~ck out, lying in a pool leakin’
rigor mortis settin’ in, he dried as a prune even
you ain’t never been (ben) stiller, he’s gonna look like nite (night) at the museum
i be with true demons
i remember it still
it was no church on sundays, i’d rather pitch in the field
couldn’t get me to chill
i was trying to sell smoke and stack for a pair of jordans
i was with the sinners for real
you’ll really get k!lled
i’m talkin’ center stage
it’s written all over your face, this b~tch afraid
i could see the fear of god in ya eyes like lil’ wayne
think this a game? automatic, dump lead
baphomet blood shed, i give a f~ck about this big ass samoan
we can actually bump heads
they want the rum from the volume days, that’s enough said
ancestry.com, back to cuz webb (cous’ web)
dump led
he gon’ leave lifeless
if i get caught i’ma take it to trial, we fightin’ it
beat the murder, go down without a charge; screen brightness
please try it
i don’t play with amateurs
we were supposed to be like gang but sh~t changed, i’m scandalous
i got no problem stabbing the mad king in the back; i’m jaime lannister
[round 2: jey the nitewing]
they wanna see how i’d adjust
big stage in new york…”jey gon’ have to tighten up.”
against rum f~ckin’ nitty…the goat puncher…like i’m not enough
y’all’s expectations could be a mile high, and i couldn’t give a flyin’ f~ck
i ain’t changin’ sh~t
this another day in the office chair
i’ma beat the f~ck outta ya favorite crip with the same sh~t that got me here
i’ma say it now in case you not aware
you in the battle of your life
and if this sh~t makes battle of the night, it’s cause you’re battle the nite
and i brought a lot for you
if they don’t relax, smack stop the clock
there’s 51 area’s i can hide him and let his body rot
i guess y’all forgot
said i can’t see the alien, f~ck it, we gon’ pop the locks
these bolt cutters gave me government clearance (clarance) like papa doc
don’t feel sorry for bro or any of those that thought it’d be close
any optic of hope is far and remote as that island when jack and elizabeth swann got tossed off the boat
so i pour one out for him
because despite all of this the bond isn’t broke
but if y’all wanna know why rum’s gone it’s cause i wanted the smoke
and my power’s grown
dark hours, cold showers, no towel’s thrown
we sent cowards home
before i ever sent nitty this right hand, i was al capone
and you chose violence
one handed chokehold, i chose silence
closed eyelids, prayin’ the mother with no milage
your soul risin’
his body thrown from the slope all the goats climbin’
some cold logic that turns a ufo with no piolet
the mad one
slayer of the beast with a venomous speech
red in the t~~th, a brush with death when the pen is in reach
a death they’ll say you made competitive, though i never compete
a lesson to chief executives who try to invest in the meek
buck to me all you want to i’m out of venison meat
made light out of so many of you i took edison’s seat
i’m a threat to the weak
a threat to me is under your breath when you speak
get left dead in the street
the only evidence you actually said it to me
i am the severance between the h~ll and heavenly
cold chemistry, insane in my loco motives (locomotives), the smoke energy
stack lightening from a howling wolf, decode messaging
worst time to be an alien cause i control everything
you have never seen anything like me
said he’s beat nitewing
seattle rain (reign) on a phoenix sun (son), now the devil beats wifey
gunline king?
it’s no wonder none of those punchline’s sting
check the vital signs on the last one and meet the one line king
my power limitless
i’m in the future listening
and cuz webb turned recluse, excuses, he tried spinnin’ this
“he just uses big words.”
biggest word i used was “venomous”
but what do we have to expect?
an opinion as off~beat as when he was rappin’ with flex
the audacity, of a gunline king to criticize the syllabus and never made it past the index
you an insect
this why you can’t just co~sign the goats
n~gga said my bars be meaningless, i just multi the flow
every quote i done wrote
criticized by the guy named after a drink n0body orders and a gangster n0body knows
rum f~ckin’ nitty?
but he can’t be wrong?
n~gga got the cheat sheet rhymin’
easy timin’ the punches unless he freestylin’
he said, “the alien sittin’ on bars like e.t. ridin'”
and believe he wildin’, made me switch heat from a cz firin’
now it’ll be a (b.a.) sk for e.t. that’s actually what e.t. rides in
but he can’t be wrong?
not the guy that says, “suicide, or i do the job”, then proceeds to tell you to k!ll yourself, so he doesn’t even let you decide
i’m stupefied
but with a pen like that, who could scrutinize?
let’s just hope that no let up nitty ain’t a let down in the viewers eyes
but unlike him, i’ll let you decide
mad f~ckin’ king
[round 2: rum nitty]
aye this sh~t ain’t for the likes
i done been to close friend’s funerals with big emotions like it wasn’t sittin’ with us right
soul hurt, went to avenge the homie life
i watched his mama cry ’til she had red eyes, and it took my spirit over nite (overnight)
you overhyped
before i get off that, wait, i said, “spirit” “overnight” “red eye” for the ones that caught that late
you’se a fake, yeah i like him but he’s a scrub
don’t hype him, i’ll call his bluff
i thought he was nice ’til they put bigg k in front of him then it wasn’t the nite that i thought it was
i’ma bomb on cuz
he get the boy treatment
when it comes to low tiers, beasley be more cheaper
you be gettin’ cooked, by whiteboys
they would never put wing in the four seasons
i’m on defense
if a n~gga wanna try me, why you trippin’?
in the 2 on 2 i carried you, every line you were slippin’
am i lyin’ my n~gga?
i even had a bar about shalamar, i couldn’t expect nite ‘night to remember’
you think he can actually hold wait?
the way he be rappin’, you’d be thinkin’ he was back in ’08
~~rum imitating jey~~
i’m so defiant
no compliance
beasley, that’s my old ways
don’t entice it or soul’s is flyin’
please relax there’s no pain
even at my old age i’ma pro with writin’
i can deal with your child punches like kobe bryant
but i can beat you at your own game
jab!
you only hang around for protection
it’s a dream catcher
jab!
it’s gon’ get dark nite (knight), this your final act; heath ledger
jab!
make jey see (jc) he’s not fit for this; the green sweater
overhand!
i’m really cut out for this life, i’m from the c~section
keep steppin’
i’ll bring the piece through
n~gga better regroup or we shoot
if i light the beam, it’s goin’ right through the king’s roof
keep shootin’ ’til the clip’s on e
f~ck a drive~by i’m hoppin’ out the whip on feet
fn57, big ole’ heat
or i can sit a .22 (a~22) next to wing, it’s the window seat
i’m ’bout to flip lowkey
i’ma stretch you
better hope god’ll bless you
they like, “get rid of the evidence so the cops won’t catch you.”
bind and drag cuz
then hide (hyde) the mad one, like dr. jekyll
you not my level
i’m top gun
most of you new n~ggas be tellin’, you gon’ make me drop somethin’
squeeze the weapon even if wing in question…then give him hot ones
try some
[round 3: jey the nitewing]
i swore to the west i would give you a warrior’s death
much like your punching prowess it’s become a promise that i don’t feel to forced to respect
if your master plan was to bore me to death, then you’ve fallen just short of success
it’s unfortunate, can’t even put my final form to the test
but with an already drawn sword i say we put all this to rest
in applied sk!ll in who they argue is the best in the ring
it’s only death that i bring
as you only barely managed to survive quill, now deal with the rest of the wing
let’s address it
the reason you write this way
you feel like it’s safe
but right away you learned you can’t write the way you tried with strait
cause if the writin’ ass then i hit the gas, i’m on your license plate
i can write a page of the gunlines say in a night, just like my fight with tay
but i wouldn’t like it
in a self~righteous way, be reminded of the guy who made the marble statues that painted the sistine chapel
and he didn’t even like to paint
this is a kindness
i say those lines to say that if you find it great then that’s fine but if we defining greatness
a hammer with no chisel for refinement is only designed to break
and to compare your ceiling to mine
is like trying to relate time and sp~ce with something outside its gates
so you can look up to mine and say it’s fine
cause what you see as timeless, took nearly no time to make
but who am i? to call b.s. on cornell for the science he majors
madflex told me to do it nine more times to redesign its creation
in light of this, if we screen the shots you’ve been tryin’ to take then your retirement’s late
but, how else can your power be measured in volume if not by your displacement?
that’s not a radical statement
since my return from sabbatical i seen gradual changes
these formulaic avenues you like to travel through placed in a mathematical matrix
that every battler has access to and can pass as an agent
what’s sadder to say than the fact that he only has y’all to blame is
all the mad one has to do is pull plug just as you’ve awakened
and just like that, full circle
so what makes this battle so dangerous?
what good are all those haymakers if you’re running out of cattle to graze it?
you can’t win this fight?
there’s no defending against this
general consensus might, but the pen too nice, it’s senseless
every time he sends his right i can sense it
in an endless cycle that condenses
when i end his life, and in the end it’s no end in sight
except for the end i write when it’s caught later
cause if y’all read this right, even if you were in for nit’
on paper you was only in for nite
but by all means
keep practicing your second amendment rights
and we can call this a dub
respect is a two way street
but the only two way i see tells me this is not what this was
that’s why it’s full circle
circle of fools in this anonymous club
and i’m holding all of you responsible for not acknowledging your problem with rum
but now the bottle is done
coty 2025, y’all know who already won
mad f~ckin’ king
[round 3: rum nitty]
aye!
i’m one of them special vets
remember when i saved u.m., last minute? no extra prep
you called my phone panicking like, “can you fill in for twork?”
i said, “send the check.”
i’m the one that holds power in the volume, better check my rep
and i held it down for so long, i get the emergency calls, like the s.o.s
you next to death
this guy a clown
they got you thinkin’ you part of the startin’ team, quiet down
[?]
just a mechanic, that be gettin’ all hype and loud
i bet he start stalling if they bring one of his idols (idle) out
it’s all an act
i think it’s something wrong with your starter smack
tell him, try it now
fire rounds
aye, you gon’ get a flight right to god
nice time to try
vision go black
then a bright white [?]
might blind ya eyes
remember when i told lux he could only function in his head like ray’s boom boom room?
i had nite (night) life in mind
nite, why you try?
he gon’ beat me? n~ggas dumb, huh?
it won’t be easy, i don’t think he got enough luck
think you gon’ little dog me like taco bell?
wing got me f~cked up
what what?
i don’t care how nite feel
the bigger they are the harder they fall, them guidelines real
i could treat a six footer like my height still
and i’m gonna make you the prime example like a highlight reel
you get the blindside deal
if i don’t knock him senseless
i hit jey, he got dizzy [?] box to rhythm
left wing, right wing, i’m politicking
i’ll pop a n~gga
he get sent in a casket
federal way gon’ be hurt, this sh~t’ll get tragic
even in seattle they gon’ be missing him sadly
people in tacoma breakin’ down, they gon’ miss the mechanic
i’m with all the ‘matics
pistol whip
tint your windows
black ya eyes
10% you
or this’ll split you
if there’s smoke in the room, buck 50 a nite (night); incidentals
he’s big and gentle, a big geek
his b~tch say he play video games all week
dude weak
grow up
you walk around like you twelve; blue streak
who’s he?
i’m one of the best essentially
i mean, i might not be from the dvd era, but i’m still a vet, remember me
i might’ve showed up late for the race, like jesus during slavery
but the rest is history
expeditiously
i’m always spazzing on somebody
replay value, like, “i ain’t catch it. he was barring.”
so if in the building you was leaning toward jey more (j morr), on cam’ you gon’ be sorry
you just been talkin’, you ain’t never been sent up
worried about gettin’ ya b~tch f~cked
seein’ ya homies switch up
they in the street turning they back like a cement truck
and then some
you have never sat in that room
nervous, waitin’ for a verdict, feel like you can’t move
if you black too, your heart drop when they call upon the jury, you feel like papoose
no bad newz
you’ll probably go in there and squeal
i’m more like papoose, i’d rather go out on my shield
on for real
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