Tay Roc vs Rum Nitty Lyrics
[Round 1: Tay Roc + Crowd]
Niggas claiming Gunbar King? Niggas not me
I used to carry one, now I pair it, they tryna mock me
I could take that bar, and switch how it's coming at ya
Like "I used to carry one, now I pair it like, "Polly want a cracker"
So you made up the phrase "Gunline King"
Save that, nigga you owe me 'bout two years of homage and you ain't paid yet
I told Smack "I'll give Rum a shot off top"
How can you knock off Roc when you're a knock-off Roc?
The Cave is here, don't disrespect in the spot
I have niggas that rep lick a shot and leave my replica shot
Ain't nothing "similar" 'bout us, that sound like stupid shit
Two tools to spit
I tuck the original, then beat this copycat with the duplicate
Ruthless shit
Something to air you
I have Nitty staring down a shotgun: that's how you put Rum in a barrel
Fuck up his apparel
This mag' full of hollows
Leave Rum split down the middle, like niggas went half on the bottle
(That's light!)
(This is my house)
But look, fuckin' wit me tonight? This where your ship sink
Talk shit: when Rum get punched, it ain't a mixed drink
We, run in his house, clink-clink
My man cover the top floors
Roc got the bottom covered like a fish tank
We search the whole crib
Make sure the shit's scanned proper
If your bitch don't open the safe, she get the shit slammed out her!
Pump with a clip, lookin' like a big damn chopper
She'll have to duck a shotgun like she Hitman Holla!
(That's light)
(It's a long night bro)
When Smack said "you versus Nitty" I said, "I'll take him happily"
I just battled Arsonal, this shit is degradin' actually
Fuck it, if he touch me, I make a casualty
It'll be off on a limb, I'm putting Rum in a blender and making Daiquiris
I'm Bruce Leroy, tell your niggas I'm with the action
Sho'nuff, when it glow, you'll be the last nigga draggin'
I'll put you in the sky, nigga
You can sit with Jasmine
Meaning you'll be laid out on the carpet if I get a lad' in
This Desert, from the Middle East, the lead clap
No turban, but I'll K the nigga and leave his head wrapped
Try and play me in the place
I play with beans
If you don't see a G hide, a ray be in a nigga face
Like carrying school lunch, the trey be by a nigga waist
Or I let a nina take him out: that's a dinner date
I tell the waiter "That's my man over there, send a stake"
Y'all gone see him get the stuff in his face like the dinner great
Boy I will let a eagle clean your clock, I always had a loose screw
To make this bird pop out the box, you must be cuckoo!
'Cause a man getting shot, I get my hands on a Glock
I have a metal round in the middle of him like a grandfather clock
You said you'll leave Roc on Ave like cobblestone
You should stop it soon
Before I catch you and the Poet I got a lot of goons
That a run up on him...Sonic BOOM!
They'll find Rum on KG, what's that?
Kevin Garnett drinking in the locker room
You told Clips you could flip out with two bars, cool
Well when I clap mine, I just leave a nigga dead with one flat line
I come to Arizon to air a zone, I pack mine
Y'all gone see the 4th Quarters, split like it's half time
Oh nah, he Team Homi now
Nigga, fuck you still!
I put you in the same Pontiac trunk as the other fuckin' Will
I fuck with Swave, the love is real
Cause I can dap the whole Team Homie, get to Rum, and snuff him still
NOME 6, I'm tired of waiting
Next Summer, if I don't see Hollow, Hitman, Con, no conversation
You can't take my spot, this spot is taken
If Smack was hoopin' and his ball went flat, he'll never find a Roc replacement
Light bars!
[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
You not even the leader in your clique
Go and get your boss
Niggas soft
And speaking all that killer talk, is really just gone get you off'd
He gave me a shot in Irving Plaza though
Real nigga y'all
If I return the favor, it'll be another venue lost!
A clip get tossed
We get sticks involved
For war we ready
Russian AK-47: Kalashnikov
Conceited said it's me and you next...tell him don't get involved!
I might snap your neck, after I black Roc eye, Con: I'll Jimi Hendrix y'all!
Don't piss me off
I'll do you very bad
I'm ruthless, I can kill you, Jerry Heller fast
Bullet, like a Pepsi can
You say some light shit, till something big races, and you go in a heavy bag
But you wanna hold the GOAT spot
Cool, I'm thinking after this cut I give you
I know you won't Roc
Shit is over, close shot
.357, sick shooter, give him Polio shots
Bah! Fuck a distance, close-range the best
Think The Game of Death; cause I let a kick from one foot stay in your chest
The fans telling me, "Use more personals! Put the gunlines up! Add some angles!"
I'm thinking, if he get personal, you'll see the gun line up...at an angle!
Is that an angle!?
The upper room, where the ladder take you
I let it go, behind your BACK: nigga, that's betrayal
You get to acting brave, and you get bodied' wit him
Mini chopper pistol
Tempt me, and I'll let this Draco loose like Rihanna tripping
You all can get it
I hit Wolf out in Harlem with it
Y'all gone see me put I.C.E. on Roc: it's like I'm water-whipping!
But this nigga so trash
Y'all be giving a pass
He be saying shit like "Area 59," "Sat-ur-in," and y'all niggas react
This battle shit is turning into the music industry, facts
'Cause the shit on the radio sound good, but they don't make sense when they rap
And what's the top-tier motto?
"It's not what you say, it's how you say it"
That means "Fuck the content, it's 'bout the cadence"
Don't make sense but it sounds amazing
Then the crowd go crazy
I had enough of that!
I shove a gun down your throat, and tell you run it back
I go in your mouth with the li'l Uzi: NOW YOU CAN MUMBLE-RAP!
BRRRAT!
(THIS is why you was duckin' me!)
(That was why he was duckin')
These niggas not as tough as they sound
I mean they only really tough in they rounds
Fuck Rum! The gun, Brandy: it'll lay a wannabe down
Nah, fuck that
I get drunk then crash your shit
Henny shots, then lay a wannabe down soon as the Brandy hit
Now that's legit
I wish you would try, fam stop
Double-barrel, so the 12 take both sides: Good Cop, Bad Cop
Nah, I lift the carbon up
Click [?]
If you ain't got it on you I'll plant Roc
You not nice you kiddin' me
You not grippin' heat
You light, with no gun; Top Flight Security
This where the hype stop
I got the biggest heat
But you'll get the little nickel piece since you light, Roc
That was light, Roc
Watch your mouth, 'fore I leave you leaking from it
Don't be speakin' funny
Or get your jaw tapped, you'll be speakin' funny
I got past security with this heat I'm tucking
I snuck the MAC backstage: don't make me Sigel something
I pull up at your mom's in a taxi
Leave the meter running
Run in, slap the plate out her hand like, "Sorry, bitch! I don't eat turducken!"
We do not play!
Put two in your chest when the chop' raise
Then one mo' could sit in your mug
I do this shit a lot, Tay!
Fuck a Dot Cave
It's 4th motherfuckin' Homi
My whole team might bang
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And them niggas will get on your head if you speak my name
Nigga, we not playing
Fully automatic pop
Then I let Jesus handle Roc...thinking he got game!
Nigga real shit
You can't keep it real y'self
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yaself!
[Round 2: Tay Roc]
First round, I was being nice: the courtesy is done
Tell your mother I ain’t taking care of you ‘til that paternity is done
You are my child, this certainly is fun
I feel like 50 in that episode of Power
Killing ‘em, letting ‘em know you don’t deserve to be my son
This is where I put you in time-out! Get in the corner!
Be in the house when them streetlights come on, or I’m flippin’ on ya!
I will beat ya ass in front of your friends, start pickin’ on ya
Long as you in my house, there’s some shit-
Long as you in my house, there’s some shit we gon’ get in order!
Do everything that your mother say, ‘cause that’s my broad
And you better not disrespect your mother, ‘cause that’s my job!
Fraud! Now you punished for the rest of the night!
Wasting my time playing checkers…
I was trying to play Chess tonight!
That’s my other son
We’ll get to that, and another one
Look like a percussionist, wit’ two sticks and a double drum
You want trouble? I’m troublesome!
I’ll let it pop in his mouth when I air rounds like bubble gum
Act like you men never bleed
You’ll get hit wit’ a hollow
Hollow get hit wit’ a K, too: that’s synthetic weed
You can send medics, please!
I wait ‘til a train comin’, you get tied to the tracks like synthetic weave
Nah...check out the plot when I go schemin’!
Claude Banks, Ray Gibson: you’ll lose your life for no reason
Meaning? The can gripped tight
You say the wrong gun line, I’ll fuck up ya life
That’s somethin’ that you can’t get right
Nah, FUCK the back-and-forth, I ain’t playin’ your game
Gun Bar King, stop takin’ my name and makin’ it lame
You plan on takin’ my chain?
For your life I’ll make the exchange
I’m in the field with a Tom, and 12 on me like a Patriots game
This nigga said I don’t got bars...fuck what this clown think!
The pound put Rum on ice: watered-down drink
I ain’t an alcoholic, I don’t drink the most
A couple Glocks get Rum double shot when I raise the toast
That's a great approach
Damn, this a real slaughter
.50 clip , you in some shit, man I just feel for ya
I'll make this shit a movie
The cannon'll peel on ya
Kill your whole house, and call that Am-Nittyville Horror
That's different!
Roc fire, you touch it and burn, Nitty
Lately I been playing with lasers
The inf a turn Nitty
I kill niggas in this building
And this your turn Nitty
You sleep on me, and you gon' end up sleeping for eternity
I can get you murked for the bills with the blue strips
