Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty by URLtv (Ft. Rum Nitty & Th3 Saga)
Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty by URLtv (Ft. Rum Nitty & Th3 Saga)

Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty

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Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty by URLtv (Ft. Rum Nitty & Th3 Saga)

Release Date
Wed Nov 20 2019
Performed by
URLtvRum Nitty & Th3 Saga
Produced by
Smack White & Eric Beasley
Writed by
Rum Nitty & Th3 Saga

Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty Lyrics

[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
We got Rum muthafuckin' Nitty versus Th3 Saga Lewis Lebron...AKA Tom Sheperd
God bless him
Whole camp squeezin'
Pack Ninas
I'll really shoot yo' dumb ass
I'm Gun Line King for that reason
Same machete I hit Shine wit', you get that treatment
So now this bitch will (wool) have Lebron (bronze) skin on it, it's black Jesus
Don't sleep on Nitty
I mean it really
Won't one nigga from the team fall back if we get busy
Keep it wit' me
Squeeze the .50
That's how the niggas from the Quarter zone (Cortisone) out, my finger itchy
The pole clap, ya dome splat
This shit'll lick a (liquor) shot for a Horseman likе BoJack
Try, you get laced
30 of 'em, boostеd up the iron intake
The ladder drop after fire escape
Now I'm on Update loadin' like the IOS late
When I pull it, I wipe the prints off the deuce deuce bullet
Crook shit, put a flag on the clip when I remove it, like YouTube footage
I'm bird clutchin', tell a nigga, "Stay the fuck still or I'ma burn somethin'"
Headshot, his legs kept movin' though, the nerve of him
You'se a muthafuckin' perv' brotha
The worst of it
Got niggas out here turnin' down handshakes, like Twork punchin'
But act dumb, strap dump
Handgun, cracked front
Go from havin' that Jaz face to a wrapped one
Got him tryin' to keep it together, he leakin', blood everywhere
In need of two medics, they didn't even a reason to stretch him
I just say his name and he popped up, speak of the devil
Your logic don't make sense
He say he don't shoot but act like he got a shooter that do the shootin'
Well why you ain't save him?
I'm finna OD
Hold heat, this bitch airin'
Big barrel'll (bear will) raise you up like Mowgli
Point blank when the pole squeeze
Put the grip up front like a one-inch punch, closely
But you let caps fly? Nigga don't know what he wanna act like
You don't know if you one of Jesus's or a Gangster Discipline, that's cap right
We back sliddin' like, "You finna get shot today."
Scopes on top of K's
I can zoom in and burn ya whole camp if I concentrate
Throw a cross your way
These muthafuckas not for play
You'll get took off your balance before you know it like autopay
Why the fuck you leave your team Saga?
Since you went missin', booked out, they shoulda let E knock (Enoch) him
These drop him
I'm finna bug out on cousin
You know if you got Nitty on the card you ain't come out for nothin'
Every line I bring my gun out for somethin'
I can make a bar about how the Calicoe pop, that'll be raw, I don't ever run out of punches
You can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll- you know the rest nigga

[Round 1: Th3 Saga]
It's 'bout time the URL done brought the Sensei back
Christian Mingle, on God they done met they match
You should've told Rum Nitty this his death day Smack
It's more than rap, almanac, let's state facts
I'll snooze this bum
You all get laid out, I don't care who you brung
If Christ can turn water to wine watch what I do wit' Rum
I've obtained my honor
Spit any rhymes 'bout how you hate my Father
This fade gettin' way outta line like Tay Roc barber
Ain't a drip of fear
You nothin' more than sacrificial to the mission here
Y'all see the GOAT, I see the lamb in it (laminate), let's get it clear
Switchin' gears
I went from Ryda (rider) to Rum, I'm on a different tier
It's not the usual, God's approval, it's my biggest year
But let me guess, I'm finna "Get all the smoke
And take so many punches the fans yelling 'Get off the ropes!'"
Go wild ape
As far as that saying, it sound great
Until you realize it's Ali and Foreman in round eight
I'ma leader, my influence (influenza) will continue; outbreak
My girl jump in like, "What's best for Coffee?" Pound cake
I'm so lethal, with God and (garden) tools; Home Depot
TLC; chop & screwed, I slow 'Creep' though
It's for the fans that say his style of punchin' I won't be though
I took all that clear belief (b leaf) in Rum and made mojitos
Crack his egg, Rum in the mix; coquito
Left/right, left/right, up/down, it's an old cheat code
I had to beat him
Take the right angles, jab and beat him
Drastic beatin'
Any problems? We can take it there Rum; Pythagorean
You can't run from the plot
You throw up that gang sign every battle, I'm tryin' to see if you thuggin' or not
Cause them wack stunts, pack lunch, them high C's (Hi-C) gon' get you stuffed in a box
Provoke a Christian, like I ain't got gang wit' me
Control ya Crippin'
I'll get Rum thrown over C's (seas); prohibition
Danny I'm done wit' it
It's Crip that, Crip this and y'all in love wit' it
Geechi hidin' behind trees, my savior was right in front of it
Aye, aye, gather around I'm finna clown on son
Wait, AA, gather around? I'm talkin' down on Rum
Flow changer, no reaction, just hold it down and (in) C (see/sea); boat anchor
I'm 'bout to start movin' like Nu Jerzey Nitty and rap like my shirts still in a coat hanger
Both bangers
Then quote danger like I got a bag and killed him
Baow, baow, baow, I won't stop 'til it's a casket filled in
Man of God, facin' a box like Pastor Wilson
It's the same instruction
Tryin' to shake up the game but every bar tended [?] justice
You claim I'm frontin', that's why we feel you but never see Rum in the punch, we just adapt to a greater substance
So go ahead with them God angles
Try me for a homi
First round, caught another body for the body

[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Aye, y'all wanna hear me without some gun bars?
I show a nigga what this cal' about
I'm in a cut wit' it crouched down
Large pistol, I come out the dark lickin', it's a chow chow
You finna lose on the tube and in the buildin'
Pick a round out, FACTS
You even goin' die on the App, like Countdown
He preachin', good, we need deacons
You don't gotta do all this killin' in ya rounds to be equal
Me, I'm heat squeezin'
He don't cuss and say "nigga" when he speak people
So I drop the "F" and (FN) then bomb on him, me neither
You 'bout to get all the smoke
All take so many punches the fans yellin' "Get off the ropes!"
You ain't seen no killer yet
Catch any wreck, from the biggest to the smallest like a vision test
For real a threat
Hit ya crib wit' a TEC
Little steps, he was watchin' porn on the internet and got triple X'd
More victims
I'm cool, calm and collective on a war mission
This bonehead left the X behind and still ain't got no poise in him
Extort bitches
They should down you for frontin'
The boy just left and became a Horseman and ain't amounted (a mount-ed) to nothin'
You ain't hot, your rank dropped
'Round the same time I was gettin' N.O.M.E. for the 'Ante-Up' bar, your Lil' Fame stopped
Baow! Your whole game got a whole court one handed raindrop
I gotta spell it out for you?
All you niggas playing HORSE get the same shot
Aye, I be movin' by myself when I step
But if we all slide up, .9's tuck
You a pregnancy test, get the peon (pee on) lined up
This man snap, I'm back Smack
Dyin' to push the envelop like anthrax
Punchline GOAT, nigga that's facts
They say I've got the same moves as Magic
No, look past (pass) that
I'm deadly as can be
Smack stopped bookin' this nigga, started gettin' extra with the memes
You supposed to talk to Beasley, not address the shit with tweets
But I'm schoolin' Lebron, should've went directly to the league
This robbery, .38 revolver wit' me
Let it spin in my hands like pottery
For not reppin' Jesus properly...you should sit down in Hell
Then the MAC (Mack) send Loso, Ward and Hymns downstairs; the Kings Of Comedy
Bomb on him
And you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job
(You decide)

[Round 2: Th3 Saga]
I said let's get it Rum
The first, was meant to drop you before the clip is done
By the second, boy gon' feel looked over, like Amil's son
All that talkin' is cheap
It's EFB 'til the EMT pull up with trays, and ya body parts in the street
Legs on the corner
Ribs by the Cesear
I guess this bar is all you can eat
I ain't gon' lie bro, just for that line you all dead
You right you ain't got a Cesear, no cap, you kept a bald head
Bro I come from the trenches
Don't act like this battle is a favor with all I've done for the business
I've been buggin' relentless
I know Hennesy when I see it
Don't convince me a shot with Rum is a Privilege
I earned this, we was destined to scrap
It's like I'm Zoolander and you're Mugatu, it's kinda evident Smack
You threw a star at the prime minister but this one look gon' stop him dead in his tracks
This my ring
But people dismiss whatever Lebron bring
His jaw lean
He's frozen between the punches; Don King
Harsh swing, clearly droppin' the pupil; Visine
He lie clean, and I stare down The Joker better than Joaquin
I been hella hatin'
Politics in battle rap? Yeah I'm well acquainted
Mal from the Budden Podcast, if I wanna talk, I remain elevated
I spew just facts
Get disrespected for a few said raps
Smack throwin' lines like, "You know what I'm sayin? I need two steps back."
Nah, if these fists slumpin' you, stand clear (Claire); Ms. Huxtable
Ditch dug for you
Coffee voice
(Get comfortable!)
This Crip blood is drew
Try to swing I dip under you
It gets Superbad for Rum on the counter, I'm McLovin' you
Nah, since you swore you tougher
Blade to his face, he'll do more than suffer
That's a warnin' sucker
The docs said his face wouldn't heal (wooden Hill); Ms. Education of Lauryn cover
Nah, but since you actin' hard, you laid up in the hospital with massive scars
Cracked his jaw
Do him foul Core (Falcor), then I'm draggin' dawg (dragon dog)
It was tragic y'all, family askin' me what the static for
Jamie Foxx, Rum made me do it, just blame the alcohol
I call the bros, find where you at, and they comin' after y'all
If you heal, he'll roll up like Usher, 'You Don't Have To Call'
My pen is legit
In hindsight, that's why they set up this hit
Stem cell research, they gave me a shot to better this Crip
So respect the balance
I know you probably wasn't gonna expect a challenge
But for the vets I'm wildin'
I'm givin' y'all my best work off Rum; Edgar Allen
I was mold by scripture
The last Blueprint; '09 Jigga
Put an end to the backlash like an old Nas picture
Close five hit ya
Fatality with the rolls eye swifter
If bro rise quicker, yolk him up
Who said I can't hold my liquor?
The left hand, [?] lights out, drop bombs
The right? Uncertain tomorrows, (k)not promised
So go 'head jerk
Start cappin' off at the face and I'll dent yours before tryin' to quote said verse
And it's gon' get worse
I'm talkin' midround fallout, no cap, like an O-Red verse
It's gon' lead worse
So go 'head with them God angles and try me for a homi
Round two I just caught another body for the body

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Aye you right, I do got a baldhead Bron Bron
Headshot, hit a box braid
Knock off a platform like GrindTime
But we not here to bash you durin' this battle
You had a problem my nigga and we understand you
You livin' proof that God won't give you nothin' you can't handle
You ever notice when a muthafucka dap you
He give you that, "....Aye my bad bro my hands [?]" and that's cap too
No funny stuff
I can really tell you came from the struggle, huh
Nigga wore nothin' but hand-me-downs comin' up
Enough's enough
The laughs stop
I clap shots
Mossberg, pump action, got me lookin' like Th3 Saga at the laptop
Damn STOP!
Your favorite Will Smith movie?-
Alright, alright, alright, my bad
Aye, I'm finna do dawg foul
Let the tool off, blaow
The nigga converted religion, he on Blue Cross now
Unknown shooters with masks on
When they in killer (Killa) Season they get pissed off when the Cam' on 'em
Picture me not lettin' it slam on him
Yeah right, that shit suppose to rise 'til it jam on you
The nina caught 'em, Jesus callin'
Put one in his brain stem, I think I hit the Tree of Knowledge
Squeeze it by you
Blaow!
Dead the Horsemen off top like Sleepy Hollow
Whatchu gon' grab bother choppers? I'll murk some
And you'll draw the First Blood thinkin' you Rambo, Saga
Bro trippin'
Gon' make me shoot this shit up like a drone image
Soul sendin'
Bitch you better come in peace or the fo' split him
Code livin'
Used to be dope pitchin', go get it
Always kept a Hustle on the side I'm prolific
Aye, you fuck around and get yoked
Neck broke
Pistol whip ya head swole
Show you to the back side of the Desert like Jethro
You all nice
Gettin' smoked, right?
Now this is how somebody wash a Horseman...like Old Spice
You can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yaself)

[Round 3: Th3 Saga]
I've dealt with depression and drinkin' my whole life, I need y'all to listen up
So many things I've hoarded through the years, knowin' damn well I should give it up
Questionin' suicidal thoughts with a Jason blade like, "Which wrist to cut?"
I spoke to Him, and off that one conversation this should be lifted up
He told me bring my problems to the alter Nit' (alternate), you switched it up
So who gon' try me?
I talk to God and that's not a communication that I use all light
Cause He type fast to answer prayers like Bruce Almighty
Do walk lightly
Don't believe cause I'm a believer that I ain't been through it
I still spill Rum on chicken, it got a kick to it
Get stomped out
Buried with one foot, then add six to it
Then put a Bible on ya grave, now Rum is under the influence
Wait, wait, wait, this an app battle
Okay, let's fit the mood
I'll treat ya spirit like McDonald's playpens before we switch the views
My job? Make sure your soul's in pocket before we hit the tool
You got distorted vision
You call yourself the Baphomet but yet and still go to war with Christians
But then again, with a name like Rum you can't help but make poor (pour) decisions
Boy just listen
Don't confuse the stress painted with the crew you set claimin'
I was depressed and neglected, blue and left hangin'
Mental breakdowns, feelin' like Christ avoided me for months
I was lonely in the scope, so don't annoy me with a stunt
Talkin' "suicide or I'll do the job".... there was nights I could've been employee of the month
But I'm saved through his Grace
Stuck in a box that Smack provided that got me stayin' in place
So this breakout performance is parallel to how I made some mistakes
Cause growin' up I had to lean on Rum as a way to escape
But He fought that fight
Fought through the dark 'til He brought that light
Kevin after the car crash, he got my heart back right
Christ had a drastic route
20 days, twice over, that's what he fasted through
But it's chivalry, he took our place to endure and said "after you"
Being led by the spirits is why I never questioned if He lacked the proof
I don't care if Rum 80, Christ shown in 40, who's really Absolute
And that's the truth
I serve one Hova
Who died on that cross to bring his son closer
Dumb sober, but had Rum on his mind while being hungover
The funs over
Boy I peeped ya facade
Y'all counted me out, well that's cool, it's time to even the odds
Had him leakin' wit' scars
The bleedin' was odd
No towel, just let the blood cover Nit' (covenant) as an agreement wit' God
Boy I'm tweakin' wit' bars
You should've kept my name out ya mouth and just say "nada"
Now it's ya death day, proper, cause you all gotta deal with the wrath of Sensei Saga
Boy they booked a star
I'ma have Geechi and Coffee look in awe
Sensei, Hibachi night, I'm 'bout to cook a bar
I took it far
I performed a miracle after I hook his jaw
He laid out, they pick him up, now the Crip'll (cripple) walk, would you look at God
Before I'm leavin' this thing
Y'all can say I gave up this third round for the gospel, but that's somethin' I was eager to bring
So I don't care if my lines ain't fresh
Kanye West, I blew this round to show Jesus Is King
So go ahead-

Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty Q&A

Who wrote Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty's ?

Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty was written by Rum Nitty & Th3 Saga.

Who produced Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty's ?

Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty was produced by Smack White & Eric Beasley.

When did URLtv release Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty?

URLtv released Th3 Saga vs. Rum Nitty on Wed Nov 20 2019.

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