[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Rum Nitty, motherf**er, your show was cancelled
Get pistol-whipped, I'll go across your sh** with the 40 handle
Catch you mobbin' through the wrong hood
Them locs'll jam you
And show you how this fire works
That's what all that roamin' can do
I'll open hand you, that right got you shook up
Your sh** bruised, black and blue; it's “I Got The Hook Up”
I fall right, your chin get checked, the hook'll
f** your career up, that's that Tiger Woods effect
Bet! Most n***as don't try me, sh** ain't sweet
They must heard to get the beats, that's why, G
MAK-90 came in like a wrecking ball
Get the hammer licking; that's Miley
Try me and I squeeze the piece their way
Bullets break and enter his chest plate
There won't be any games played
They say Black Magic is a seasoned veteran
And you can meet your d**h till this cal pop in Black face
Who is BM F'in with?
Against Charlie, you should have buried homie
But you barely edged that sh**
What I carry like I recorded a marriage ceremony
I would've got to wettin' Clips
I should be on every list
But most n***as got it in for Nitty, that sh**'ll never end
Let it rip, I ain't surprised at all, I actually seen it coming
This some bull, the next thing Magic is finna son me
If that's your goal then, state what you feel like
‘Cause it can f** around and be a shootout in real life
Chrome .38 Special shine real nice
I call my tre the truth, it get any n***a that grill iced
f** with my money, I wouldn't advise that
Get your eye capped over dough, B, and need an eye patch
9 strap explode on money, like a dye pack
They'll mourn and 40s will be pourin'
When I send you up to the sky, black
So watch your mouth or get clocked in it
I'm at your grill with a cross for talking and dry snitchin'
I'll have your guys sippin' meals through a straw, raw!
They say I stole your style
Why would I have to copy cats that copycat?
Nitty cop free straps and when he cop he clap, you copy that?
Joe Cutter vs. Tiger Ty; I body cats
Especially if they coming across tricking like a Nazi patch, fact!
Watch what the f** you saying to me
‘Cause I'll cap on your whole mob, just keep it frank with Nitty
Really, you can get the chrome now
Pull it and it'll air and zone a n***a
Just for bringing up the hometown, BOW!
You can't keep it real yourself
n***a, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… k** yourself!
[Round 1: B Magic]
Listen, Rum Nitty, let's get it started, spit your hardest
‘Cause I'm a f**ing threat, like Mr. Marcus
Four clap, think of Star Trek; you're going into darkness
Your upside'll be inside out; now that's a Ricky Martin
What? So you think it's a game? When I get the cartridge
You'll be smoking from the Sig, you'll get a coffin
I spit something at a n***a that can lift apartments
It's off the wall how you catch ‘em like Kenny Lofton
Who f**ing with me? The bars and the 50 with me
Get to spittin', y'all better get down with the Nitty gritty
380, long a** clip, boy spittin' 50
Shady on me everywhere like Mr. Bentley
Check the words, I'm outside, I'll wait for ya
If you vamp I'll have something in steak for ya
Rum, you don't want a shell. Nitty'll get boxed in his front yard for the bucks; that's a rummage sale
KOTD, it's Magic, the show arrived
A little old school from hanging with the older squads
I'll send this ho to God
I got a Magnum four and the barrel a little under a foot
Like Captain Morgan
n***as gonna die whenever that lead come
Murder, you give me back words I'll leave you red, Rum
All black with the loc's on, I'll burn a hater
Rolls the .30-30, you'd think I was the Terminator
Who f**ing with me? Come get with me if you sick of me
A bad boy, it's going down, I got Nitty, B
So watch your mouth before I come in wildin'
You get these lefts and these rights too if Rum ain't silent
If I catch Nitty trippin', it's milli grippin', semi-spittin'
Two-by-fours, boards and billy stick him
Ain't no b**hes around here, you get the picture?
When you get wet with the Calico it ain't skinny dippin'
West Side of St. Louis, n***a get a whiff of me
Rum don't respect Magic, they gon' have to dig Nitty
A magazine folds metal; that's a centerpiece
The kid will run into a barrel; that's a Gymboree
Calm yo' a** down before you get put in a trunk
Dragged to New York
See if they like that Rum bull in the Bronx
Magic pulling the pump, if I dump, Nitty gotta run
See I'll have your sh** leaking from a shot of rum
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
You'll get the Bruce Lees, son, I'm not the one for playing with
Meaning I'll swing and crack a chin
That's a White and Asian mix
Off one hand gesture
I'll have shooters in the van that'll nail son
Mandela, get your man wet up, no more debate
If I graze your cheek with this big K, you'll have the sorest face
Wait, you finna take a L, B
I bust things, I know the feeling must sting from a shell, B
You a shark in the water? Well, see
Don't sleep on me I'm sharp with the hand
b**h, I'm from Elm Street
Infrared sit on the Gloc
Meaning my heat gotta ray, I'll lend you a shot
I'll give you a box in a hurry with that
This n***a thurr, he scurred
Mr. Bigglesworth; he ain't never let it fur on a cat
I should bring the MAC and throw a round
But the next n***a getting chopped and screwed
He attempt to bring it back and slow it down
Pause, you ain't never in the streets like me, but I heard your baby mama let the whole gang bang; your BM a G, I see
f** it do, Magic? I got somethin' for B
Which have him wish he really can do magic
Tool flashin' and they had to send a realer n***a with the pump, you better shoo, Magic
I'ma bring a casket for y'all all to watch
So when I get the split decision, don't be surprised on his behalf ‘cause you already saw the box
Real talk, you don't want war, B
I'll let a shot hit his roof from a Bulldog
That's a real gun barking
Mean, say something cricket then your man die for real
You'll hear a clickin' while he spittin'
I'll get Black iced, car tailed
But if you hold on them keys, my [...] charge
Hit Magic' city then strip ‘em for the work; that's a titty bar
You're not even riding with them toys
You McGwire off the ‘roids; you're the biggest mark
But that's cool for now, 'cause you on top ‘til you get popped
So once you see this four, close your mouth or lose your spot!
What? Somebody should have told B that Nitty not a fluke
Lost to the white boy and came back whippin' n***as
This sh** is in my roots
But you? You can't keep it real yourself
n***a, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… k** yourself!
[Round 2: B Magic]
I say, your last round, I could've wrote that at a lunch break
Think it's sweet, I'll wait till his dough rise and take Rum cake
f** around and get shot in the face thinking this pump fake
Maybach Music; I got a rose for the gunplay
Come play! n***a it's over when I hit the scene
Got a hollow that can make a standup n***a lean
I'm trying not to smoke him like nicotine
Catch some of these, he gon' fall when it's spring
Bars after bars every battle, you seen it, n***a
Eagles burn, watch me fire birds on a Phoenix n***a
And yet yet I show out with the nina, n***a
And let let my hitman do the remix, n***a
How you wanna play it? What you bring the young brother for
I'll pull it until he drop; that's a tug of war
Put on my glove before I touch it, like an oven door
When it sing, OMG; it ain't a Usher tour
.44, tuck it and buck it, never speak the name or see a grave
I'm a made n***a like Cecil Gaines
AR, gay bar; walk into it and see a flame
Catch a Tommy coming in your door like Gina Payne
If I see playin' that's when the cars flip
He ain't catch it, I see playin' [...] that's when the cards flip
Magic about to do a pull a n***a card trick
Put these steel arms on your front, like a forklift
n***a, I'm the best, Nitty, you should know better
Wanna buy some bars? You're looking at the wholesaler
A go-getter, with these cans I draw
I bless the bar, I mean put these hands on Rum, dumb
The story goes Myers k**ed you; Laurie Strode
We fit to match, I'm wearing him out like party clothes
n***a, the only rum I know is Bacardi Gold
.40 blow, tip'll lay him out like Shawty Lo
We the opposite, if it's beef, I'm going ham, damn it
Backhand him, knock him from here to where his fam standin'
All in Phoenix, Yonkers where your fam stayin'
Air and zone a n***a
I tore a wrist trippin' with this grand cannon
Got n***as in Arizona, grimy cats; take your change and slide home, no getting your diamonds back
One word to describe Rum
I'ma say, put the letters together from the initials of his state
[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Before I get into these bars, just peep
This n***a told Roc that he'll “cream his back like sunblock”
Clearly deserved a pause to me
But I'm finna k** this n***a for y'all all to see
That you'll never find a n***a from the Lou raw as me
Fake a** Conceited can't whoop Nitty
I go ham so this ain't fair
A Con type of n***a can't cook with me
I'll tap his chin and he might fall
Nitty lean in with the punch, like I'm Ty Law
Got the quickest hands, no spick and span; I'll mop dirty
Use your head but don't throw a low blow
You'll get boxed dirty
Get popped early, I'm k**in' Black, it's a wrap
But let me play like he big, and this sh** will get realer, Black
Olympic match, limbs get snapped, shins get cracked
He went for the gold and brought the silver back
Real sh**, you came to the West to get that a**ed kicked
I rack the Dillinger back
Then ate dog and left his soul a lil half dead
Clap lead the MAC sprayed
I crack heads in a battle, like Hollohan versus Pat Stay
Wait, you don't want war, homie
I knew after I'd seen Black fry Day
That he had nothing else in store for me
I'm finna do him bad, Day
I'm talking putting 14 in June and take his flag, Day
That nina get the singin', bet you all get wet
Meaning you're gonna die and a Ross was your cause of d**h
Run up, your whole squad get stretched
I'm off the hip bone to your jaw bone; that's a Das EFX
Around your neck I squeeze a belt till you faint
Think it's funny until they find you
With your breathing off key and pale in the face
Then your soul will elevate
Tried to wrestle then he died, that was your ultimate mistake
I don't play, this .40 will bust you
Your wig pushed off on the last shot; that's Jordon on Russell
f** you! You got a savage spittin' at ya
Chill 'fore this magic clip getting 50 cents…
Just tell Magic stick to rappin'
What's happening? You don't tell to be a [...]
Rum Nitty TMZ; I see errors in your future
I can tell you're not a shooter, you scared probably
Somethin' activate his nervous system
When he get near all the Gs
Dome shot, close your casket, it's over, Magic
Get closer and pull this nickel behind his ear
Don't make me show you, Magic
I say what's happening? I finna add you to a body count
Last minute this sh**'ll get caustic if I gotta take the shotty out
What I pull from behind's filled with hot sh**
You thinking that it's still a game
Murder you then Roc next, like Wilma chain
You can't keep it real yourself
n***a, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… k** yourself!
[Round 3: B Magic]
Peep the way I'm talking to cuz
This here flow, pure dope, I'm talking with d**
You'll f** around and get murked tryna walk in the club
Shells ring out, like shirts when you wash in a tub
I'm hood sh**, you don't know nothin' about it, I'm still sparkin'
I'll box him with his back missing; that's a milk carton
If you still talking and you jumping, then good
I'll call my can Nick, it'll get up under your hood
I'm nice, right? Let's see who can buck it faster
I'll have your ceiling leaking when I buck it at ya
When I pull up with that ratchet, a f**ing clapper
Get your back handed to you, like a puppet master
Watch me turn it up like the system low
Fifth will blow, you about to kiss one of these mistletoes
This n***a slow, think quick when I bust at you
Win a first round in seconds; Lux battle
First the MAC burn Nitty, if they steppin' with you
Then your whole frat turn, Nitty
n***a, listen to the style, you could learn, Nitty
I made it pop to have a good word pattern, Nitty
Homie Magic beastin', everything I think is crack
I hit your memory bank with these thinkin' caps
What you think of that? Should I bring it back? I'm too witty
Not trying to unite but I'm coming after you, Nitty
You don't like it, the heat will spark ya
I'm k**ing n***as on the web, like Peter Parker
Lil n***a, your bars low, like you need a charger
Me? Tyson with Donald, Broner, Ali and Tarver
The flow flame, c**aine, straight dummy
9 blow, switching to Geico couldn't save money
St. Louis state of mind, n***a, straight scummy
About to pull a n***a card how I play Rummy
Got this sh** in a bag, like a dog walker
You don't wanna pa** away, like a ball hogger
And if you really got a problem, no fearin' black
Hear a strap, k** yourself, like a mirror match
I told ‘em once, these mothaf**ers scared
I'm from the mothaf**in' Lou, that's how a mothaf**a play it
Beat me? Can you believe what this mothaf**a said?
You must've slipped, fell and bumped your mothaf**in' head