B Magic vs. Rum Nitty

Round 1

Rum Nitty

Rum Nitty muthafucka

Ya show was cancelled, get pistol-whipped

I’ll go across ya shit with the 40 handle

Catch ya 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 (Roman Candle)

I open heads, that's right got you shook up

Ya shit bruised, Black and Blue, it's "I Got The Hook Up"

I fall right ya chin get checked the hook a (hooker)

Fuck ya career up that’s that Tiger Woods effect, bet!

Most niggas don’t try me, shit ain’t sweet they must heard (Mustard) to get the beats, that’s YG

Mac 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 ya death til this cal pop

Black Face who is BM F’in (BMF) with it?

Against Charlie you should have buried homie but you barely edged that shit

But I carry like I recorded a marriage ceremony,

I would've got to wettin' (wedding) Clips

I should be on every list

But most niggas got it in for Nitty (infinite)

That shit’ll never end, let it sit

I ain’t surprised at all, I actually seen it coming

This some Bull, the next (Nets) thing Magic is finna son (Sun) me, if that’s ya goal then (Golden)

State what you feel like cause it can fuck around and be a shootout in real life

Chrome 38 special shine real nice

I call my tre (Trae) The Truth get any nigga that grill iced

Fuck with my money I wouldn’t advise that

Get ya eye capped over dough, b (Doe B) and need an eye patch

Nine strap explode on money like a dye pack

They'll mourn and 40s will be pourin' (porn) when I send him up to the sky, black (Skyy Black)

So watch ya mouth or get clocked in it

I'm at ya grill with a cross for talking and dry snitchin’

I’ll have ya guys sippin’ meals through a straw, raw!

They say I stole ya 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 comin' across trickin’ like a Nazi patch, fact!

Watch what the fuck you sayin’ to me, cause I’ll cap on (Capone) ya whole mob, just keep it frank with Nitty (Frank Nitti)

Really, you can get the chrome now

Pull it and it'll air a zone a (Arizona) niggas just for bringing up the hometown, BOW

You can’t keep it real yourself

Nigga suicide or I’ll do the job, you decide

Kill yourself!

B Magic

Listen Rum Nitty

Let’s get it started

Spit ya hardest cause I’m a fuckin’ 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 smokin’ from the Sig (cig), you’ll get a coffin (coughin')

I spit something at a nigga that can lift apartments

It’s off the wall how you catch 'em like Kenny Lofton

Who fuckin’ with me?

The bars and the 50 with me, get to spittin' y'all better get down with the Nitty gritty

380 long ass 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'a (vampire) have somethin' in steak (stake) 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 his hoe to God

I got a Magnum, four and the barrel a little under a foot like Captain Morgan

Niggas gonna die whenever that lead come, murder

You give me back words I’ll leave you red, Rum

All black with the locs on, I’ll burn a hater

Rolls the .30-30 you'd think I was the Terminator

Who fuckin’ with me?

Come get with me if you sick of me, a bad boy

It’s going down I got Nitty, B

So watch ya mouth before I come in wildin’

You get these lefts and these rights too if Rum ain’t silent

Check the lyrics

If I catch nigga trippin’ it’s milli grippin’ semi-spittin’

Two-by-fours, boards and billy stick 'em

Ain’t no bitches around here you get the picture

When you get wet with the Calicoe that ain't skinny dippin’

West Side of St. Louis nigga get a whiff of me

Rum don’t respect Magic they gon’ have to dig Nitty (dignity)

A magazine folds metal (middle) that’s a centerpiece

The kid will run into a barrel that’s a Gymboree

Calm yo ass down before you get put in a trunk dragged to New York

See if they like that Rum bull (Rumble) in the Bronx

Magic pullin’ the pump if I dump Nitty gotta run

See I’ll have ya shit leakin’ from a shot of rum

B muthafuckin’ Magic

Round 2

Rum Nitty

You’ll get the Bruce Lees, son

I’m not the one for playin’ with, meaning I’ll swing and crack a chin (cracker/chin)

That’s a White and Asian mix, shit

Off one hand gesture I’ll have shooters in the van that'll (Vendetta) nail son

Mandela get ya man wet up

No more debate

If I graze ya cheek with this big K (Bigg K), you’ll have The Saurus (the sorest) face

Wait, you finna take the L, B

I bust things, I know the feeling must sting (Mustang) from a shell, B

You a shark in the water? Well, see don’t sleep on me I’m sharp with the hands

Bitch I’m from Elm Street

Infrared sit on the Glock meaning my heat gotta ray, I’ll lend you a shot (Heat/Ray Allen)

I’ll give you a box in a hurry with that

This nigga thurr (there), he scurred (scared), Mr. Bigglesworth, he ain't never let it fur (fire) on a cat.

I should bring the Mac and throw a round

But the next nigga 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 ya baby mama let the whole gang bang, ya BM a G, I see (B Magic)

Fuck 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 (Cinderella) nigga with the pump, you better shoo (shoe) 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 (be half) cause you already saw the box

Real talk you don’t want war, B

I’ll let a shot hit his roof (woof) from a bulldog that’s a real gun bar king (barking)

Mean, say something cricket then ya man die for real

You’ll hear a clicking while he spitting, I’ll get black iced, car tailed (Black Ice Cartel)

But if you hold on them keys, my gun'll (?) charge

Hit Magic city then strip ‘em for the work, that’s a titty bar

You’re not even riding with them toys

You McGuire 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 (foreclosure) or lose your spot, what?

Somebody should have told B that Nitty not a fluke

Lost to the white boy and came back whipping niggas, this shit is in my Roots

But you? You can’t keep it real yourself

Nigga suicide or I’ll do the job, you decide,

Kill yourself!

B Magic

I say ya last round I coulda wrote that at a lunch break

Think it’s sweet I’ll wait ‘til his dough rise and take rum cake

Fuck around and get shot in the face thinkin’ this pump fake

Maybach Music, I got a Ross for the Gunplay, come play

Nigga it’s over when I hit the scene

Got a Hollow that can make a standup nigga lean

I’m tryin’ 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 nigga, eagles burn watch me fire birds on a Phoenix nigga

And yet yet I show out (Show Out) with the nina nigga and let let

My hit man (Hitman) do the remix, nigga

How you wanna play it?

What you bring the young ??? 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 an Usher tour

44, tuck it and buck it

Never speak the name or see a grave

I'ma made (maid) nigga like Cecil Gaines

AR, gay bar, walk into it and see a flame

Catch a Tommy comin’ in ya 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-nigga card trick

Put these steel arms on ya front like a forklift

Nigga I’m the best, Nitty you should know better

Wanna buy some bars? You’re lookin’ 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 killed you: Laurie Strode

We fit to match I’m wearin’ him out like party clothes, nigga

The only rum I know is Bacardi Gold

40 blow, tip'll (T.I.) lay him out like Shawty Lo

We the opposite, if it’s beef I’m going ham dammit

Backhand him, knock him from here to where his fam standin’

All in Phoenix, Yonkers where your fam stayin’

Air a zone a (Arizona) nigga, I tore a wrist (tourists) trippin’ with this Grand Canyon (cannon)

Got niggas in Arizona, grimy cats

Take ya change and slide home, no gettin’ ya diamonds back (Diamondback)

One word to describe Rum, I'ma say put the letters together from the initials of his state

B muthafuckin’ Magic

Round 3

Rum Nitty

Before I get into these bars just peep

This nigga told Roc that he’ll "cream his back like sunblock"

Clearly deserved a pause to me

But I’m finna kill this nigga for y'all all to see

That "You’ll Never Find" a nigga from the Lou as raw as me (Lou Rawls)

Fake ass Conceited can’t whoop Nitty

I go ham so this ain’t Farrakhan type of nigga can’t cook with me

Nitty leaned 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 (head butt) don’t throw a low blow, you’ll get boxed dirty get popped early

I’m killin’ Black, it’s a wrap but let me play like he big (B.I.G.) and this shit will get realer, black (Gorilla Black)

Olympic match, limbs get snapped, shins get cracked

He went for the gold and brought the silver back (Silverback), real shit

You came to the West to get that assed kicked

I rack the Dillinger back then ate dog (Nate Dogg) and left his soul a lil half dead

Clap lead the mac sprayed

I crack heads in a battle like Hollohan versus Pat Stay

You don’t want war homie

I knew after I’d seen Black fry Day(lyt) (Black Friday) that he had nothin’ else in store for me

I’m finna do him bad day, I’m talkin’ puttin’ 14 in June and take his flag, Day (Flag Day)

That nina get the singin’ bet you all get wet

Meanin’ you’re gonna die and a Ross (Diana Ross) was your cause of death

Run up, your whole squad get stretched

I’m off the hip bone to your jaw bone, that’s a Das EFX

Around ya neck I squeeze a belt ‘til you faint

Think it’s funny until they find you with your breathin’ off key and pale in the face (Key & Peele)

Then your soul will elevate

Tried to wrestle then he died, that was ya ultimate mistake

I don't play, this 40 will bust you

Your wig pushed off on the last shot, that’s Jordon on Russell, fuck you

You got a savage spittin' at ya, chill for this magic clip getting fifty cents (50 Cent)...

Just tell Magic, stick to rappin' (Magic Stick)

What’s happening? You don't tell to be a ??

Rum Nitty TMZ, I see errors in ya future

I can tell you’re not a shooter, you scared probably

Somethin’ activate his nervous system when he gets near all the Gs (neurology)

Dome shot, close ya 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 shit’ll get Caustic if I gotta take the Shotty out

What I pull from behind's filled with hot shit, you thinkin’ that it’s still a game

Murder you then Roc next (rock necks) like Wilma chain

You can’t keep it real yourself

Nigga suicide or I’ll do the job, you decide

Kill yourself!

B Magic

Peep the way I’m talkin’ to cuz

This here flow, pure dope

I’m talkin’ with drugs, you’ll fuck around and get murked tryna walk in the club

Shells ring out like shirts when you wash in a tub, I’m hood shit

You don’t know nothin’ about it

I’m still sparking, I’ll box him with his back missin’ that’s a milk carton

If you still talkin’ and you jumpin’ then good, I’ll call my can Nick (mechanic), it’ll get up under ya hood, I’m nice right?

Let’s see who can buck it faster

I’ll have ya ceiling leakin’ when I buck it (bucket) at ya

When I pull up with that ratchet, a fuckin’ clapper, get ya 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 nigga slow, think quick when I bust at you with a first round in seconds, Lux battle

First the mac burn Nitty, if they steppin’ with you then ya whole frat turn, Nitty (fraternity)

Nigga listen to the style you could learn Nitty

I made it pop to have a good word pattern Nitty (paternity)

Homie Magic beastin’

Everything I think is crack

I hit ya memory bank with these thinkin’ caps, what you think of that?

Should I bring it back? I’m too witty

Not tryin’ to unite but I’m comin’ after you Nitty (unity)

You won’t like it the heat will spark ya

I’m killin’ niggas on the web like Peter Parker

Lil nigga ya bars low like you need a charger

Me? Tyson with Donald, Broner, Ali, Tarver

The flow flame, cocaine

Straight dummy, nine blow

Switching to Geico couldn’t save money

St. Louis state of mind nigga, straight scummy

About to pull a nigga card how I play Rummy

Got this shit in a bag like a dog walker

You don’t wanna pass away like a ball hogger

And if you really got a problem, no fearin' black, hear a strap

Kill yourself like a mirror match

I told 'em once, these muthafuckas scared,

I'm from the muthafuckin' Lou, that's how a muthafucka play it,

Beat me? Can you believe what this muthafucka said?

You musta slipped, fell and bumped your muthafuckin' head

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