Rum Nitty vs. Kyd Slade

[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
In that Roc battle you really took an L
Now you gotta spend the rest of yo' career explaining what happened
But you did it to yourself
You made a statement, trying to convince us you really didn't tell
The only acceptable statements is, "Where's my lawyer?" and "Send me to my cell."
This nigga squealed
But he gon' be like, "I didn't send none of them dudes to the pen."
That's the problem, you don't think you did nothin' wrong
Which leads me to believe that you would do it again
You not exempt
That ain't want me to take this at all fam'
"Nitty don't lose to a snitch. It ain't a smart plan."
He a marked man
If the last niggas couldn't make a come back after gettin' drug, what makes you think a narc can (Narcan)?
As soon as he start playin', my mood'll change up
You in danger
I feed off people, like cannibalism, that's just the human nature (ate ya)
Ruger blazer
Even with it on safety you won't get a pass, it's Budda Baker
At the funeral, I'ma use the blazer
A few bars ago, I just said, "Narcan" that means I'ma shoot the wake up
You just play tough, and be extra'd out
You gonna need body armor, show me what that vest about
Bullet from the TEC come out
Think it's a game, until it's traveling through the Plug like Wreck It Ralph
I'ma tell you now
I'ma pistol tucker
Load up the clip and up it
Send you somethin'
Dump the extension straight in (straighten) ya wig, like Jimmy Butler
You for real a busta, you don't want drama
That little ass necklace will get took off for actin' tough patna
That macho shit go down the drain when I pull on a Plug chain, like a tub stopper
I up choppers, I been schemin'
Clap shit up, like a Camel Crush, Sig' (cig') squeezin'
Robbin' shit, just to get even
I took a Tequilla shot with lime and salt, it's lick season
Indecent, it's gon' get violent
My whole clique robbin'
Make you empty out ya pockets like TSA, I been (bin) slidin'
This bitch dyin' if I squeeze that pistol
You want smoke? Drop a load, that's where we at wit' it
Believe that nigga
Headshot!
I seen that go in high and come out clean, like a rehab center
It's gon' be that nigga!
I'll send a team blitz
Think it's just rap if you want to, my niggas keep blicks
If they intervene shit, they can get it too
But it's clearly meant (mint) for you like a Listerine strip
I spin the scene quick, I warned you
Tay Roc ended your career, he did it forceful
Then a couple niggas torched you
Then I finally got a turn to take the plug out like a corkscrew
The boy through
I'ma burn a hater
Shoot, then we gon' squeeze back like a turkey baster
Get 30'd gangsta, without a doubt
You dealin' with a powerhouse (power house), like a circuit breaker
You're in danger, stop with all that rap cap
Some of the toughest niggas fold under pressure, and that's facts
I done seen this man rat, so you don't wanna push me
Plus the Plug a pussy like a Tampax
Tell the Seven, "Stand back"
Or get hit with some hot shit, clean
These shot'll ring
I hit the Seven melon with a lemon, sound like a slot machine
Nigga mean
And you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide
(Or I'll do the job, you decide, kill yourself!)

[Round 1: Kyd Slade]
To see the culture change up was a smack in the face, damn
But it just a real nigga realize that, a lot of people groupies and they ain't fans
A lot of battle rappers is only associates nigga, we ain't friends
But that's cool, cause goin' through all that just got a nigga in tune (toon) like Space Jam
No hate fam'
And to tell the truth I'm the nigga they can't stand
But they don't play with mines cause it's Frankenstein, I'm a made man
Give a Crip a clip, leave him crippled, he can't stand
Whole clique, buck shots spread even like spray tan
The gauge blam
Your head'll stay right here but your brain scram
And then we chop every limb from the body he Rain Man
Grip a stick and try to open yo' shit like a paint can
Gotti too, I'll bust a Nut' for nothin' like Blankman
State yo' purpose
Oh he strapped, but with these I think he worthless
Snatch a Quarter and throw his ass in the air, who came the furthest?
You've been servin'?
Then we kick in the do' for the nose candy
Rum shot, this finna go down smooth like cold brandy
Toast handy, you ain't dyin' alone it's the whole family
Even slide up on his bitch like Drop Dead Fred; no panties
The shit through, revenge how? I wanna see what the bitch do
See, I can easy put an M on his head like Kid Buu
But I'm tryin' to stack a little bread my nigga, the rent due
Plus we all know that money don't grow on trees, but sticks do
Nit' who?
He got a different name every day, I'm done with 'em
No, matter-of-fact, let's line 'em up and start havin' some fun wit' 'em
If it's "Rum"? Prohibition, we trunk him and run with him
If it's "Nit'"? We outside, two sticks with drums in 'em
If it's "The Alien"? I pull out this .50, let one hit him
And if it's "Webb"? Then we leavin' a butterfly stuck in him
It's the Seven nigga
Cocaine bottle stuffer, the weapon gripper
Hell cat, that's the gore hoppin' out of a demon, look like an exorcism
A ton of smoke
Set his body on fire, 100 go
If he don't die he'll need a skin graph, look like they ironed a bubble coat
Fuck you cryin' and fussin' fo', you mad about Tom trippin'?
I can't front it did seem like that nigga Footz was rappin' for nine minutes
But them niggas gave my man ten and my other man life, now that's really a time difference
I remember, when the grams in the house was my actual nana
Then we started takin' trips to go get what the trap demanded
Show respect to every fiend, used to literally trap with manners
Had shooters, even the front, even the niggas out back with scanners
Over time my trap expanded
I'm not Cobbler but made a method out of that white boy like Adam Sandler
Walk in my shoes
They shortened my name like it's lackin' flavor
Don't do it
But if you do then I pray that you don't lack a banger
Got a bullet with ya name on it pussy, that's in chamber
Now let me see how many times you flip "Kyd Slade" "Plug" and "Snitch" and "David"
Rap

[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
I'll let a chrome bark for tryin' to bogard
Get laid flat, enforced pay back (payback) like a loan shark
Drive thru, slow park
Walk up, this little tool I'll pull out will spark...Plug; don't start!
I got a cold heart and this piece my best friend
If any nigga wanna crash out we can wreck then
Load up heat then let's spin
Back-to-back in Chevy trucks, we pullin' Tahoe's (pull and tie hoes) up like BDSM
You ain't even stretch shit, but you a real stepper in ya rhymes
If he say he gon' hit you wit the TEC, this nigga lied
I be tryin' to figure out what this nerd (N.E.R.D.) mean cause Noone Ever Really Die
You be hella spittin' lies, I'm not convinced
You'll get stretched, I'm shocked you got the nerve to test
A neurologist, I won't box this bitch, cause chops and shit will be my first resort
I'm talkin' sticks
We let off these blicks if you keep actin' up
I'll put on the Pooh Shiesty then 'Slide' in a green Acura
This piece back me up
You gon' see me lay down a Plug in a mask, I got sleep apnea
You'se a weak challenger and I'm the truth
If a nigga want to punch, so be it (Soviet), I got the juice
I'll drop this fool
I saw a tooth, from the Plug, fallin' out; I'ma sock it (socket) loose
Then knock ya block off too, we not alike
I wouldn't do nothin' illegal around cuz, he the talkin' type
I wouldn't start a fight
Steal a pack of gum
Or Jay Walk if dawg in sight
Y'all put the pistols down
I wouldn't shoot nothing if Kyd (kid) around like Harlem Nights
He gonna get to namin' names and ages
Height, weight and races
Time, date and places
All type shit
You'll get on the lil' witness stand
Holdin' that little mic (Mike), king, and make a Blanket statement
This game is dangerous
Niggas gon' put you in the mud
Spin yo' block 'til they catch you, with 100 bullets in this drum
Spend all day lookin' for you cuz
I rode around so long the Tesla almost died, 'til I pulled up on the Plug
It was ruthless growin' up, I was really with the law breakers
Still scarred from some of the shit I saw, gangsta
Seein' death can be a heartbreaker
Tryin' to keep my feelings masked
So I inhale Loud like Darth Vader
It be hard labor tryin' to block out all the pain
I done took plenty losses
Plenty of times I ain't have a dollar to my name
But I work hard to make a change
Now I can spoil my kids with Robux for every day that I had to charge it to the game
On God these niggas lame

[Round 2: Kyd Slade]
I seen a mother heart break when her baby the one that the Lord take
But she was livin' in denial, she seen that killer all over that boy face
Block on fire, but her baby just kept comin' home late
But who would've thought her little hot head turn to a cold case
A different weight
Every day so the preacher get no break
Serve his pack, everybody in pain with the long face
But mom a solider so she stand at the box with the strong face
But mascara filled tears start lookin' like war paint
That shit will flip a switch in a nigga to talk cake
Life a movie, but we willin' to turn it to Shawshank
Yeah it's up, like when Sosa sent niggas at Scarface
Load 'em up, find they block, we spinnin' 'em all day
Smokin' Robin, ridin' 'round with my ratchet it's a car date
We the realest and y'all fake
Did missions that y'all can't
I heard offers at the scale but turned down more deals than Shark Tank
You finna claim what?
I got niggas locked that I ain't ever get locked and the shit that I spit is make up?
Nigga I'll let a gauge dump
If you don't lift up your hat and your dome split, rip an ab and bone chip
Colostomy, self-check out, you'll bag your own shit
Til you bag it's on Nit'
I'll really scheme on Rum
Like follow him home, I'm tryin' to get a lead on son
Then while he alone, lift and put a beam on Rum, BacardÍ Limón
And let a lemon squeeze on Rum, indeed you done
Clear mind onto the next one, fuck it
Vampire, I don't reflect on nothin'
I catch wreck on cousin
You seem frail like you don't workout much
There's really no solution to this problem, but I suggest you niggas work out one
Or it be the worst outcome
And y'all gon' see the whole E.F.B. in Traffic when it's a funeral procession and this nigga Nitty hearse out front
Now dig his dirt out front, cause the Crip get the first spot
Tubi movie, I'm finna stick yo' ass in the worst plot
You ever had the work drop but it's trash so the work flop?
And the nigga crib that sold you that shit is the first stop?
All in yo' head you screamin', "Fuck who in there. They be the first shot."
Jerk stop
I feel the end of this stage where yo' work stop
This is not, fairy tale dawg, I really was in it
I fucked an ex drug mule
She told me 'bout shit she was drug through, she said she'd never forget it
One time they went wrong and they had to cut her open to get it
See shorty had the c-section scars but she never was pregnant
Am I clear with the message?
If you gon' be outside then be knee deep
Or leave sleep with a "Y" on yo' chest underneath sheets
Jigsaw, spot yo' bitch I'm targeting each cheek
Work gone, watch me exit the trap; meep meep
This is me
Everything I got came from hard work
No hurry the fuck up and rap so they here to see God work, nigga

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Man, I'll send some niggas in orange rags, packin' Ninas
They gon' kidnap you, hold you for ransom, you better ask your people
The Hoovers gon' have the Plug tied up in the back like a vacuum cleaner
I had to leave him
I won't show a bitch nigga love
We can shoot it out if this what you want, get hit wit' a slug
I'll flash a red dot like my vape needs to charge, it all depends on the Plug
We spin just because
You won't get a pass you idiot
It's past due, I'ma slide past you blickity
I gotta clap you period
Fire out the bucket, give a rat eight (ate) through the stomach; 2 Fast 2 Furious
I ain't hearin' it
I'ma run through you niggas
Close range? I'll show you how to scope shoot from distance
Get hit from 80 blocks quick
Watts Kyd, they got super vision
Stupid nigga
A shell get sent out
Bro a fraud
You wouldn't pop a blow up doll
I'll really air this bitch out!
Don't bitch out
On the set nigga scary
I'll drive up, and hit the kid (Kyd) with a MAC (Mack) like Pet Cemetery
You get stretched if I air it
That's a trunk full of [?]
That ain't no .380 either if I pull a piece
That ain't shit
I'm talkin' 'bout Drac's Kyd (Drake's kid) like Pusha-T
We pull up deep
We be swarmin', this be your warnin'
Niggas will come out the cut and get on ya heels (heals) fast like Neosporin
Aye listen, the streets is torment, that type of life don't love you
You can go from havin' all kind of hustles to the customer, your life'll crumble
I done seen dope take away future's Kyd (Future's kid) like Brian Russell
We ain't tryin' to scuffle
It's locs behind us, no surprises
It's a home game, so we all know who control the sliders
We known for ridin'
If any of my people get touched, it's on sight
It's second nature, we like respirators, plugged in for life
We nothin' alike
So don't jump off the edge
In his mind, he Pablo Escobar, sellin' drugs gettin' bread
Just another fraud
He may trick some of y'all but he'll need a Plug in his head
Cuz is the Feds
You was suppose to stitched lipped regardless
It makes sense you call yourself "The Plug", cause you give niggas charges

{Crowd starts chanting 3-0}

NuNu this is your artist?
He's bad for the brand of business
SMACK supposed to me Street, Music, Art, Culture, Knowledge, that's the image
So you mean to tell me now the "S" in "SMACK" stands for snitches?
Let's speak about it
The "M" must be for "marks", the "A" must be for "actors"
The "C" for "cowards", I'm not done
"K" for "Keep bookin' these type niggas you gon' lose the real fans you got plus
Your slogan gon' go from, "You can't copy respect" to "You can't copy respect if you don't got none."
If you slid with this nigga on the block once...the police gon' book y'all Smack
In a cell where they gon' put y'all at
You gon' get all day, he gon' get the least amount of time...like my Footz contract

[Round 3: Kyd Slade]
Menace II Society fucked me up as a kid
Death scenes in that fuckin' movie graphic
But we don't need no more little black boys gettin' smacked by black men dressed up as black women-
Ayo Hansel what's up? Let's re-enact this
You and this little muthafucka gon' have a simple dialogue
And then cuz gon' die in front of you in Traffic
Don't lose ya stomach when it happen
Don't act puzzled when it's static
Or leave in pieces, you ain't even decent, you a muggle to the action
I threw a muzzle on the ratchet
They say, I'm cool and a bastard, yet I'm a goon with compassion
I know it's a cold cold world, that's why we throwin' niggas Full Metal Jackets
You get "oohs" when you rappin'
But ain't no "mmmh' when you rappin'
Rock 'Em Sock 'Em, you only punchin' but we ain't moved by yo' actions
Your whole platoon full of faggots, but they rappin' just like criminals
So it's only right I leave 'em sprayed in the game, condition of life critical
The hits we fixin' tonight Biblical
Run up in that mansion party and really slide with the switches, the lights dimmable
Don't lie like you was it, you ain't a rider, you'se a bitch
It was a Glock now it's a chopper when I'm ridin' in the whip
Happy Gilmore I replaced the .9 iron with a stick
I am him
Contract hit my phone, "It's time again"
I read "Rum" (redrum) and instantly thought "murder" it's time to spin
Line his chin, I will lay you on the surface with a straight
Ayo little cuz you fuckin' hustle with big Blood?
You puttin' work in wit' the 8?
I will eat yo' muthafuckin' food, you know, get to workin' on ya face
The Alien came in on a flying saucer and niggas turned you to a plate
I put work in from the gate
Even worked on my mistakes
Ain't get spoon fed no battles, I put work for every plate
I go hard, I stay fly, I drop work in every state
Bitches love me, niggas hate
Been through the worst and didn't break
So of course I can relate to niggas swarmin' in with hate
Speakin' on shit they know nothin' of, guess that's the cost of bein' great
Well that's the cost of being Slade
See you ain't throw shade but your man did it
I can see you whoopin' Lux ass on the main stage, you know, same way that yo' man's did it
But instead it's small room under a surgical light with yo' head dented
Who the fuck would've thought you'd get in the fight of your light in a Banned setting?
Can' stretch him
Fuck permission we gonna shoot it at will
120 second drum inside the Thompson I leave too many killed
I said "120" cause once this Tom' get to the Fourth Quarter, run a two-minute drill
I lack nothin', you punch second to none but you lack substance
Rap cousin, or get amped I'm really relax somethin'
Spin shot, or it be real hard to put on a front with no back function
MAC dumpin'
If I hit a nigga shit it get ugly
Put a hole in yo' bald head look like the lid on a Slushy
Fuck business, I'm tryin' to slide through and give you the company
New grip, and switch clickin' like the gears on a Huffy
Y'all rap well, but in real life these niggas can't win
I don't even question why I'm in these dark waters, I know it's cause my enemies can't swim
I belong here
Y.O.T.7 nigga, God year