lirik lagu urltv - rum nitty vs. yunus
[round 1: rum nitty]
you ain’t no savage it’s a fuckin’ act
i don’t wanna hear no gun bars about how your ‘matic got a drum attached
we done with that
yo’ pops ain’t work as a janitor and bust his ass
for you to be a fake battler, grabbin’ guns and dumpin’ straps
that’s against yo’ tradition, your family wasn’t wantin’ that
i bet as an african child, he always had to (w)rap behind his mother back
we hustle packs
trappin’ all we ever did
workin’ extra, but it was certain levels i thought i’d never hit
just like you, was on the verge and couldn’t get over the hump and i had to cell a bit (celibate)
you ain’t scarin’ shit
it’s straps on me
i mean, you probably couldn’t tell cause i act lowkey
this cat’s so weak
pistol whip
go across his head with the burner (burna) boy, you gеt your afro beat (afrobeat)
facts o.d
beliеve he gettin’ stretched
wrap my hands around ya shit
now he wheezin’ for breath
watch me squeeze him to death
i’ma make this african bitch feel right at home, when i keep wringin’ (ring in) ya neck
ain’t no peace treaties~ we step
i’ma murk this little bitch
urgent ~ right out the gate, cause i heard you stealin’ shit
it’s the same thing in every verse this nigga spit
he gonna say his parent’s name, where he was from and even have a little footz (foots) impression, like a birth certificate
i’ll really trip
loading up the pistol
close range, hole up in ya temple
know a nigga trippin’
i lit sticks and fire like i’m makin’ s’mores, and that’ll hold him over for a minute
on my soul these niggas timid
this a for sure body
get ya boy homi’d
i’ll get to whippin’ ass
right out the gate, like a horse jockey
it’s gonna be more problems, if you don’t kick back
try me
i’ll knock ya muthafuckin’ lights out, on impact
chin tap
so if the spaceman get to actin’ diesel~ pitch black!
against hansel you really did that
you was up there wildin’ on him
stylin’ on him
but you’re african, of course you had to go the extra mile for water
nah i’m lyin’
pussy, you got smoked proper
they put a plate in this african bitch face, and he couldn’t even hold water
no talkin’
can’t keep it real yourself
(suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide
kill yoself)
[round 1: yunus]
i said, they got the kid yunus with the martian
i’m ’bout to show you who really got the cheat sheet rhymin’
fam’ gon’ have to pull the plug on you, so off the rip believe he dyin’
we toe to toe rum in this hype scene you know i’m punchin’ in high speeds
they say “the alien be sittin’ on bars like e.t. ridin'”
and that was goin’ home under a white sheet
out the gate, overdose, potent, i’m high key what “goin’ up” means
i was tryin’ to leave chess (chest) red
is y’all slow or what b?
but then i thought about it, it ain’t a difference
he be sick and you crippin’, either way somebody throwin’ up, see (c)
i know the whole world got me gettin’ sprayed up in the worst way
don’t be surprised when i pass the crip like the special olympics
y’all don’t think i’m fully able in the first place
let him test, i manifest and finesse in events
in this small room settin’, i’m mutin’ (mutant) this bald headed crip; professor x
you better shake the room or you die slow
when it comes to my pen, the crip better spit crack
i feel like [?]
he a pack fo’ sho’
squeeze a, black and chrome
heater with the silver slider, got a fantastic four
feature, get packed in the trunk
breathin’, for miles (myles), kidnapped, sounds like the last act of moesha
i’ll pick him off though with a two tone model, it’s winnie harlow
’til he’s dead
crazy to give a college kid to the crip cornell
but i see red
but i don’t got the best aim when i’m dumpin’ the heat
but i know y’all gon’ run efb if i burst in air won’t be a single person there
i’m makin’ more than a couple retreat
told mr. suicide i know i’m takin’ a (w)risk to make the cut
so it’s lit today
i’ll have his homies deserting rum; it’s a crème brûlée
you gon’ get left, up, down, right fast, i play wit’ cheat codes
i make a [?]
your gang gon’ speed home, finito
and every effin’ bar ran back like amg mode
for cuzz webb, i don’t gotta curse or (cursor) nothin’
i just went to detroit with my small clique (click) in the glove
you know dawg elite
the biggest key you got a space bar that you’re gonna say tonight
i know you’ve been keepin’ tabs to go off with me
osbl, these other teams know not to beef
my foots (footz) on the gas and i swerve off (swervo) with sheed
if they shift to (2) where you at (@), you won’t see no url
switch bro out the league
dump out lead, these three buttons will shut down webb; control~alt~delete
but i know it’s no need for me airin’ a mag’
i can stomp you in some adidas [?]
tearin’ ’em fast
stainin’ my damn kicks
give the alien stan smiths like american dad
you roger that?
out of efb i faced hansel, ms. hustle, franchise, jc
whether a win or loss i was bombin’
now i’ma catch you and nxt, ave, riggs, gotti and the rest of ya team might get killed
i’ma chalk ’em
that’s the plant, alien, nate, blood, bay and everyone else
little shop of horrors
it’s gettin’ gory
and i did call out wess but don’t nobody care about jerry; like rick & morty
i don’t care if he be rhymin’ with the cheat sheet
rick & morty?
now i gotta pop out and show the alien like mr. meeseeks
clean sweep
effortless, and i won’t stop ’til your vital signs look like a tv
censorship, my schemes be
better with~
time
[round 2: rum nitty]
a weak ass six minute round
[yunus] 2:30
[rum nitty]
you know what’s disturbing to me?
how in every fuccin’ bar you always got a burner to squeeze
nigga just be lettin’ shit fly~ the nerve of this geek
i mean, you’ll let your hands fly, you’ll let the can’ fly
you’ll let everything fly
except the birds and the bees
you a nerd we can see
he’s a fuckin’ virgin! a fuckin’ virgin!
he’s a nerd we can see
aye, these new niggas ain’t from the cloth
plus try to get up here and tell me about my career, but you won’t make it this far
you from twitter spaces ain’t nobody bringin’ you up
so it’s no way you can talk
the first battle that he say that he saw? was con’ vs. hollow
that’s the craziest part
and it was the rematch
what day did you start?
niggas just be skippin’ the dvd era (error), i can’t play with these marks
i’ma lay you in chalk cause i think he frail
rob him, take his wealth
he gon’ give up everything and run away to africa like dave chappelle
watch what you say as well
if i hear something crazy in this g~nius lyrics, i’ma make him sit down and explain himself
you lame as hell
i’ll slide through where ya crew at
five troops when this .9 shoot you, you get blew back
i don’t like dude and you knew that
if you love africa so much yunus?
then why (y) you (u) in (n) the u.s.?
if you take a look at how we live, it’s crooked how we livin’
we’re sellin’ dope just to get food to put up in the fridge
pushin’ what i did
tryin’ to keep my head above water like a pool floaty~ i put that on my kids
you about to get all the smoke
and take~
(so many punches the fans yellin’ “get off the rope!”)
pull up to his crib with mad killers
you was in there with a bitch, finally about to get some ass wit’ it
lift the des’ pistol
clip her while she was about to give you the sacks (unisex)
this colt (coat) for bitches and niggas
i caught this man slippin’, like, “oh you stylin’ huh?”
that’s just gonna get you and your people robbed , i’ll round ’em up
go in they pocket, now they out of luck
took everything from the space invader like galaga
you ain’t had enough?
aye, you be stealin’ these niggas shit
he goes brrrrr, then bring a line back with a few things that he switched
i don’t think that he’s slick
i can step on a half and bring an ounce back
you ain’t the only one to remix a zip
we with the shit
what this bitch keeps speakin’ for? we’ll show up to the event
about 15 deep or more
when this bitch squeeze, meet the lord
i’ma let everybody live~ except the little space man; like the mtv awards
[round 2: yunus]
now, you had a couple bars about me being a virgin, and that was real fine but
didn’t dna call you a “crab”?
fair to say that was pussy, and i don’t know what that feel like
you ’bout to~ well i’m ’bout to, “get all the smoke
and take so many punches the fans yelling get off the~”
lame, save it, let me flip off the ropes; tank davis
if it’s melee i may lay ya
deuce in the boot, pullin’ out from the bottom to top it off, i play jenga
tell the alien “come in peace”
if he cruise through trippin’ i hold up the v then the deuce deuce split ’em
you might be the greatest but you food nitty
yeah i souped up the goat, then made foo foo wit’ it
i make a special with the lies
i’ma end you in your prime
you can’t turn up when i turn up~ dr. jekyll/mr. hyde
if he thuggin’, piece boomin’
speed up, then squeeze to him
like a maury camera man, you keep runnin’, i keep shootin’
he gon’ limp off, cause i’m gun powder, pissed off
cast away; get lost
before i spray you, clean out the window like a windex bottle, then spin off
he gonna use all the pain killers when dawg get laid injured
knock him into equipment
smooth dropped this gang member
see a bald head spinnin’ the camera like 2pac in ‘made niggas’
nah, cause this is the matrix
i’ve been droppin’ numbers cause son cold (code)
now you get to see up close that i’m the one
o(h) and i’m on 10s, point blank, and it’s already 1~0
you gonna hate this ending
if i miss, you’ll gonna see the black cat double back, the matrix glitching
i up the tool
yo’ style like smack droppin’ app battles on the ‘tube, it’s nothing new
what it do?
i was there when you battled footz
he was wildin’ with the time and that’s the real spiel
but you ain’t stop him once
i thought you had power but you was just starin’ at footz (foots) for hours, likekill bill
but i asked pat for his gat to get crazy wit’ it
he from d.c., that’s a district 9
the same one that he turned to the alien
you see me rum?
don’t make me catch a battery with the handle like a bb gun
i’m tellin’ bro, monopoly is how i’m endin’ holmes (homes)
mediterranean ave or boardwalk, you the next to go
i pull up, white van at midnight if you talk hype
get knocked out in a savanna, locked down, lebron wife
get tortured in a cellar
he gon’ find out i’m nothin’ to play with
when it adds up on web(b) like a bootleg site, you know, piracy
i’m keepin’ rum in the basement
you see how yunus be rappin’?
you’ll get pistol whipped and eat the gun with bleedin’ gums
now that truly is tragic
like a conehead, the alien went from a mouth full of tissue to chewin’ a magnum
pause
cause usually yunus keeps it cool and calm on his issues
using common sense to cook, but now that i’m in the venue
hit a crip with a copper clip with copper tips, it’ll strip you
straight through his chest, now you can see the other way with the c; comedy central
they say between me and you that i don’t belong until nitty put down bad
when you on a.t. alien (atlien) who really an outcast (outkast)?
cause yunus here to prove that he can rap with thee elites
what’s an alien to a space invader?
leavin’ earth is super~natural (supernatural) to me
that’s round 2
[round 3: rum nitty]
now that was a good six~minute round
do not get caught in a jam
do you know it’s pitiful?
when they tell me i’m one dimensional, but my bars always land
i’m like, “dawg, whatchu sayin’?”
i mean, i might not be able to rebuttal, like a. ward
i got these punches in the palm of my hand
dawg, you a fan
i could get up here and act all braggadocios
but i’m a humble nigga
i take the matches the fans want to see, i don’t ask for no one
you don’t bring shit to the table
not even a glass or coaster
you just around (a round) for nothin’, dead weight (wait), that’s a vulture
i get to snappin’ on you
you know i’m finna trip
kill you then get back into fan mode so i can watch the event
dawg you ’bout to take a loss in this bitch
you better ask ya patnas
the african should’ve had a talk with the clique (click)
you’ll get caught if you flip
you gon’ eat dirt
when these burst get your team murked
but i gotta take the baby foots (footz) out first, like a breached birth
we purge
aye, y’all know you got your dawg killed, right?
he gonna be in a closed casket, he done lost his life
to the family that do not sit right
but at least he gon’ find out what the inside of a box feels like
you not that hype
i think you overrated
you only poppin’ cause of twitter, y’all think he’s so amazin’
i would’ve killed you on there too, got to goin’ crazy
soon as i spit a rhyme, invisalign, it would’ve closed the spaces
no mistakin’, you know i’m finna trip
go ahead, go over the time limit like you just did
i’ma look for your manager and i raise the clip
cause you know, that’s kinda like a breach of contract
so doc pay for this
don’t be takin’ all day and shit, cause i really don’t play
you gon’ need some type of breakout performance like a prison escape
lift up the k
the next time you try to steal footz style, it’s a watch tower, you won’t even get to the gates
you a frivolous fake
[round 3: yunus]
jeruz, you alright bro?
[nu jerzey twork]
what the fuck?
[yunus]
nah cause you hypin’ every one of his lines i’m like ~ til i burn you with the steel
didn’t t~top have a cooking with kya line?
i’ll hit twork with a mil’ (meal)
see y’all i don’t really care when y’all say i rap for the nerds, cause that ain’t hurtin’ me
but, but, have y’all even heard his schemes?
he’s references binomials, audio frequencies
palindromes, the berlin wall and anime including hentai which is cartoon porn
cornell is for way bigger nerds than me
the gangstas i used to hoop wit’ told me i ain’t need the streets
plus i worked my ass off when i care about school, please believe
what i look like gang bangin’ with strict african parents
i couldn’t come home with no b’s and c’s
aye hansel, i’m actually a second gen’ immigrate, let me state my truth
fans askin’ what i’ma do with the alien like i wasn’t raised by two
you was scared to tell people ’bout you workin’ at wal~mart
i mean, i don’t get it aak’
the longest job i’ve ever had to this day was at target~ you been an opp’
switch the plot
since the alien’s arrival, lookin’ at all ya rounds i see the future and read ya language
you changed it as it’s complacent cadence
even that new move you do is dated
so i knew he could jab, jab, jab
overhand like that knife game and take a stab at the spaces
y’all let him get away wit’ a lot and it’s no joke
like when he battled quis in his city, the loc choked
then he pulled out his lyrics
i know you call yourself “e.t.” but you brought a whole new meaning to phone home
you gotta stop claimin’ you don’t have to promo
cause you ain’t get on the last summer madness last year until ace amin made you actually promo
that’s why you’re not the face of smack over roc, and that’s fo’ sho’ though
yeah rum got a little [?] like bacardi but the bat’s the logo
fun fact
did y’all actually know that rum’s a single father of four?
they don’t…but they don’t really got his face
but i know their names too, it’s los preme, footz, nxt and elijah strait
you claimed that they yo’ kids
but you ain’t out here providin’ them your lessons?
why you think footz was rappin’ so long against you bro? he just wanted your attention
you are a terrible father
and teacher to all the battle rap students you claim
i mean, you taught ’em it’s okay to not angle, promote or have creative approaches
just shootin’ a k, crip, it’s truly insane
cause i used to be a student, so i know it took you so long to raise your stock from the rest
so i ain’t follow your steps
who else do you know that went from twitter spaces to smack stylin’ with vets?
shakin’ endless us cities and london crowds with finesse?
in three years time, it even got you impressed
you said, m.o.p. ya ‘ante (auntie) up’
i said my dad was a janitor
your line could’ve been said to anyone while mine was direct
you gotta stop with all the fronts
you might’ve taught me how to punch, but you damn sure ain’t taught me how to connect
even youtube, tiktok, ig, online, i’ve been wildin’
and today is no different
like walkin’ outside and hittin’ a spider outta nowhere, i really ran into web(b) and started wildin’
not a problem
you haven’t had one battle rap round your whole career without loadin’ a gun
and this whole round, in my third, i didn’t do that, at all
so tell me, who really know how to punch?
man, let me stop goin’ on
it’s yunus spittin’ and if you ain’t catch the name, then you just missed it
time
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