You Remind Me (From "Strictly Business")
Mary J. Blige
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Battle rap ain't for the weak
It's tailormade for the streets
I don't give a fuck if you by yourself...or rollin' 40 deep
You gettin' Jiggy, I'll leave a buck 50 across your daughter cheek
I'll cut her shit to the pink meat
I'll take a quarter piece
Cause all I know is crazy
I don't teach my kids karate
I threw a Watch party so you can relive this body
T-Top told me it was an Alien in the lobby
Now I'm comin' down with somethin' to beam you up Scotty
You from A-Z
But everything just went left rack (LeFrak)
You ain't form the set you a minor, that's a setback
Nigga put a battery in your back, then you a jetpack
The Sig' the last thing this jig' saw (Jigsaw); you in a dеath trap
Ain't too many fist fights, way too much lip service
Way too many gun bars, not enough clips burstin'
Hollar (Holla) at my hit man (Hitman), you gеt the Remix version
Encounter with the fourth kind, I'ma speak in fifth person
Ness vs. Rum Nitty
This nigga weigh 150
You gonna have to use every fuckin' bar to come get me
I got a 37 year old chopper (Choppa), it ain't Yung City
Now watch how this battle go all the way from 0 to 160
I read Rum, the mortician gon' have to get his head done
Cause when it go in one ear BOAW! It knock the other ear drum
I'll light this whole room up, I ain't talkin' 'bout a flair gun
Cause we can play with guns, knife fight or shoot the fair one
You lookin' for a partnership
A battle rap starter kit
All your punchlines ain't gon' land like The Carter 6
The party in my pocket, it'll turn you into party mix
Glock got a box with the switch, I can hardly miss
I'ma make you push your pen
Imagine what this could've been
Put one between his eyes, from the outside lookin' in
I'm gettin' up in age, I might never get this look again
After this [?] you might never get booked again
Now look at him
He won a tournament...ahh...good for him
This battle cost an arm and a leg, so I took a limb
You like Tre from Boyz N The Hood you never took a spin
This another up hill battle that you couldn't win
You wore out your welcome map
This the first time you dealt with that
Oh you feelin' lucky?
Let's see you leave here with your health in tact
You wouldn't sell a ticket out in Boston wearin' a Celtics hat
These bars make the 'Jailhouse Rock', I'm bringin' Elvis back
I'm A.I., you artificial
With a Star Trek starter pistol
You should've stayed at Wal-Mart, this what being a Target get you
You ain't got no star potential
I ain't here to argue witchu
You done reached your final destination...and had a parking issue
When Frank Nitty died the police ruled it as a suicide
When Rum Nitty died, Uncle Luke told him, "You decide."
Whatever I can utilize
Crackhead, two for five, or I can pay a Mexican half that price, he'll do the job
The first round was bars, the second round was personal
The third round I grab the chainsaw and get surgical
Time
Most of these niggas
They truly ain't students
They come up here with mixtape bars and old lines that they used from they music
Should be gettin' booed cause they useless
You a shame
What if I moved the same, stupid?
I mean, I might spit a mixtape verse for Ness two times (Finesse2Tymes) 'It's Cool When They Do It'
Get straight to it
We plottin' where your pad at
Flock it, for them bricks you say you coppin' we gon' snatch that
Pull up in a Mazda with the MAC strapped
Cause we hear you sittin' on birds Ness (nest), and we be poppin' out the hatch back
Now where the cash at?
We gonna raid your place and search you
Shiesty on my face, that's in case you make me murk you
Nike [?] too, and the sweats blue like a Gatorade commercial
Don't take this personal cause we not for play
My niggas will get your address and pull up on your block today
We on the way
Soon as the location got dropped on him, they Pop Smoke'd (smoked) him, like Marvin Gaye
I done really sparred with greats, I'm talkin' some of the best bro
Niggas like Daylyt, Loaded Lux, I be in vet mode
Top, Gotti, Twork, my nigga Chess know
Shit even people like Cortez, real name, you ain't think I earn Ness though? (Ernesto)
This a death blow
On me he a clown
Nigga trash, I don't see what people see in his style
Keepin' it foul
He write his rounds to a beat, come up here and get beat every round
Squeeze on a cal'
Nigga try it get ugly
Hold this, I won't miss, I'm too precise with it trust me
I can draw down the .50 like a counterfeit marker; right (write) on the money
This is why you should duck me
This was a "lose" from the start
Your name is connected to Puff Daddy and dude was a mark
We all seen him snitch on Shyne, that was true from the heart
Should split they wig when a rat tell (tail), but that was just Combs doin' his part
Then he got cuffed, locked in jail, they doin' him harsh
You lucky Puff not in Hell (inhale) like a Cuban cigar
Toolie will spark
I'm not for talkin'
Fumble what? The ball I don't drop it often
Tell him use his head before I knock it off him
You got one of the best battling in Dayton (dating) Roc & Caution
Drop the coffin
I don't know what got this nigga feelin' all extraterrestrial
You an industry plant, I'll turn you into a vegetable
When I say, "I'm Rollin' Loud" it ain't a motherfuckin' festival
I'll fuck around and "Up & Smoke" this runt, mix it with medical
When you become an illegal alien, you in federal
U.F.O. I fire in the sky, make it a spectacle
Body punches, fuck up your intestines, it's all intestinal
I'm doin' whatever I want up here like Jack from The Incredibles
Two wrongs don't make it right, but it damn sure make it better
And I'ma kill you myself cause sometimes karma take forever
You and what's his face should do a mixtape together
I can put my hands on you and pray for you like Mason Betha
I can't wait for you to power trip
Jamaican posse shower shit
Hollow tips will navigate they way through all the politics
Gravity won't 'Hold You Down'
Not Prodigy, not Alchemist
The Feds get on top of it, just keep my name out of it
I don't get tired, or get tipsy, I Transform, Witwicky
Rum don't got no dignity and bitches don't dig Nitty
You sippin' on that Kermit the Frog, fuckin' on Miss Piggy
I got them young students for the low, started at $6.50
Nigga you from Phoenix, you way past the city limits
This can' I got is not from Arizona, I'm in ya city with it
There's a package at your door, you hear it tickin', it ain't 60 Minutes
I'll blow this Kid car up, they gon' ask me if Diddy did it
I hope this live feed is wide awake
I let you live, it's my mistake
You couldn't read the room if you was a day short and a dollar late
I'll pop you, blood be squirtin' out ya top like lava cake
The Alien where?
You just a Killer Clown From Outerspace
I don't respect your Crippin'
I feel like somethin' missin'
Is it me or am I trippin'?
It's like the culture shiftin'
Are you a lame? Are you a loc?
How am I supposed to know the difference?
Are you the type to take a plea and blame it on your co-defendant?
If you open up to Nitty a new case open wit' it
Then you play victim when I decide to go ballistic
You never quit a drug charge or had to fight a gun case
You never lost your re-up, had to get it back from some place
You never hustle in the same clothes for a month straight
You get 15 minutes of fame, your whole life is a lunch break
There's a body in my trunk, I'll make room, I got trunk space
You pump fake your whole ecosystem will get sun baked
I dump eight, your empire crumble, that's a crumb cake
No sound effects, no adlibs, I did it all in one take
You punch, I'ma counterpunch
It's no way around it chump
Got pounds of skunk
Under somethin' is where they found him slumped
I don't give a fuck what set he claim or what town he from
I seen a lot of death In My Lifetime before Volume 1
It's uncle Lou
I'm seasoned, but I still move like, Uncle Drew
I pipe [?] your old head, and your uncle too
It all depends how far you want to take it, whatchu wanna do?
I raise this cane and (Raising Kanan) I'm more like Uncle Marv' and Uncle Lou'
The first round was bars and the second round was personal
The third round I grab the chainsaw and get surgical
This vet aged
I see you've been keepin' up with the next wave with your Band mate
Certain shit you struggle to pick up, that's dead weight
They say Puff signed you and then dropped you, no bread paid
Dawg (dog) pulled a fast one on you like a sled race
Head shakes
Cause you wasn't even a Bad Boy for long, like Scared Straight
On to the next phase
You had a good try fo' sho'
All them Diddy bars? He hate 'em, they hurt his pride the most
He's tired of jokes
He was pouring Siroc in ya mouth when both ya eyes was closed
Look at him ready to crash out, like SpongeBob
But he probably misses (Mrs.) Puff lettin' him drive the boat
Now, times is slow, that's exactly what you doin' here
You went from Bad Boy back to the battlin', you blew your deal
You should chill
You'se a washed up, out of luck, broke, character; blooper reel
You losin' still
That's somethin' I done witnessed too
I remember being in broke down Honda's, I was miserable
Then I upgraded the whip on you
First it was a cord (Accord), now it's an Audi (outtie); umbilical
You finna lose
I'm still the truth
I had to hold my own, I couldn't be broke for long
Never sittin' still, I was always home to home
I mean always on the run like Indiana Jones, a real rollin' stone
Slow ya roll
Alright, alright, back to the convo
Come up here playin' with me, you can actually die though
Get smoked
They said I would lose judging off rhythm and flow, that was a lie though (Lotto)
Hands, you ain't got those
It's clear Ness a hoe
We seen Fred whoop you to ya drawers
They was like, "Aye aye aye! Ness the bro!"
He said, "Forgive me for what I did. Let me go."
It's crazy that they had you with your ass out while you was in a rear naked choke
It's clear check the scope
We all know dude ain't boxin'
{chokes}
We all know dude ain't boxin'
He's screamin', "Help! Get him off!" while the rest of the roommates watchin'
We surprised you ain't run off and sue they pockets
Mad that none of the staff or the crew ain't stop it
Now you up here actin' like you spray choppers
Mouthin' off like a Chinese flick, we all know you ain't talkin'
I give Geechi credit
He ain't nothin' like me
The only shit I would've split, is your shit to the white meat
You feel some type of way? Ball your fists up and fight me
Aliens never get active, they just pull up and sight see
You know I keep the blicky with me
In case shit gets sticky icky
So I can burn Rum all the way down to the Nitty gritty
Need it we can extendo
You know my bitch strictly dicky
The way I slide up is like the fifth member of Pretty Ricky
Somebody said they seen a spaceship on the interstate
To them you a flyin' saucer, to me you a dinner plate
You died already, but I guess you can regenerate
Ayo that's Technology, you off of 50 and Justin Timberlake
You think he's Superman? I'm Martian the Manhunter
I'll shoot up your Metropolis the whole damn summer
Every fuckin' battle you do the same damn numbers
The overhand right gonna send you to the land under
It's me Rum, fuck a reinforcement, I don't need one
Can't wait for you to have an episode so I can re-run
I'll shoot this whole club up, I ain't talkin' 'bout pre-cum
I bust off like me and Bernice in a threesome
All I hear is Rum Nitty this and Rum Nitty that
You ain't a Hoover
But the deuce is wild, I'm playin' Pity Pat, read the newspaper
You don't talk like that to Philly cats
You faker than them Mike's you thought was real, and that was really wack
You faker than A.I
Don't quit ya day job
Cause Wal-Mart ain't never do more numbers than A-Rod
I'm the cable guy, I keep somethin' around my waist side
When you die I promise I'm 'Not Gon' Cry' like Mary J. Blige
I earned my spot, I held the biddy down, and my burner pop
The only thing you did was steal my Cadillac converter box
That DNA battle hurt my stock
I turned it up a notch
It's only right that Rum become the enter of my murder plot
You think it's worth a shot?
Are y'all still waitin' on Surf or not?
Cause y'all was real quiet when them Quilly Millz verses dropped
I disrespect you niggas
It's a gift cause I curse a lot
Cause I can 30 you and still have time to case work the block
I cut you and you bleed green, you better be an Eagles fan
You gonna be a YN your whole life, word to Peter Pan
You get left before you get right, that's with either hand
These joints fly free nights and weekends, I don't need a plan
Jab!
That's a game changer
You a play maker
If you don't die today I'll fuck you up a day later
Jab!
Then I follow up with a haymaker
I just body beat a dead horse in front of naysayers
Suicide or I'll do the job, that's on my wish list
I got a few dum(b) dum(b)s for whoever I see Nit' with (nitwit)
I turn Rum into a rumble pack with this hit tick
Headshot while you takin' a selfie, that's a hit stick
Cause niggas don't like to hear the truth, here it goes
I'm gon' fry these niggas 'til I'm 50 years old
Cause when I wear Givenchy it's like 50 pair of those
I got 22 questions to ask, with airholes
Time nigga
Aye, Ness be like, "It's the real Sweaty Murphy. Whatever's necessary
You beatin' me that's a long shot; Stephen Curry
I can fold you like a lawn chair cause your chest is [?]
You dump the right I'll get you off the hook, the best attorney."
You call yourself, "Sweaty Murphy"? That's type weird
Niggas be talkin' loud but couldn't walk a mile in these Nike Airs
You gon' die here
Before the funeral they gon' hit the wake up, Sweaty; it was a nightmare
My life real
Shit done really had me stressed
But me being broke is something I can't accept
It was times I couldn't even cash a check, I had to flip a pack
I started with a little shake, when snapped back; Jazzy Jeff
I demand respect
Aye, niggas' rhymes be fake about the pies they bake
It's no lie as I state, I speak truth king
Believe you me; Elijah Strait
I had to find a way, it's cold where I'm from
I done seen some of the best fall off
Go from big homies to bums
You lend them some money and they smokin' it up
Can only get over me once
He was supposed to use it to buy his daughter a Barbie house, it was only a front
Niggas should've known what it was
I've really been off in them dope spots
Solidifying where I'm from
He said he can't get respect off no old props
I'm etched in stone like a Sumerian tablet; you know, chip off the old block
Whoa shots
Load the Smith &
You know the business
Retired hit man, I'm over killing
Smoke the witness
I drop the bag, put an M on his head; Homer Simpson
You know the difference
I'm one of the meanest outta Phoenix
I can take an L and bounce back and that's the reason why I'm seasoned
But I had to get my game face on...like a VR...but they don't see it how I see it
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