[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
{Nitty mimics Twork's signature bounce and hand gestures}
I know what you bout to do really
{Screaming} "I got the tool with me!
Live? You won’t get a chance
This shit'll drop a opp or two, Nitty (opportunity)! BOW!"
We got Rum Nitty vers… I'll clap yo big ass
Put a round in you, lay you down crippled
The shit I pull out nickel
Loud pistol, the cal clip you
Prayin’ Buddhist, you doin' all this BOW-ing
Now you amongst (a monk's) someone that'll BOW with you
BOW! I back out a big grip
BOW! BOW! Get you clapped up relentless
It hold 12 and this the final mil (meal)
Who think Jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it?
BOW! A shot flare
They duckin' from it, all the opps scared
They set you up, threw you inside the hot chair
This my spot, you won't survive here
Remain king and I'ma reign (rain) until I'm god-tier (God tear)
Yo rounds full of Glocks and shells, chops and 12s
I see you know a lot about guns, it ain’t hard to tell
You talk it well… but the shit I pull out’ll (out of) body experienced niggas, you better watch yourself!
And I could switch the mood
You can't label a nigga without a body experienced
Look at it from a different view
War time I slide through the scene, leave shit wet up
Winchester, mask on, hoppin’ out the V For Vendetta
Lil nigga, stay grabbin' on the pole
This Napoleon Complex keeps me with a hand inside the coat
I'll clap you from the go
Smack know I suffer from anxiety… this my third Volume (Valium) in a row
Cold, swing on me and I'ma peel (pill) one
Scorchin’ rounds, leave you boiled down if you try to steal (distill) Rum
Top dog, a nigga you should not cross
Lockjaw, pistol whip you when the Glock draw
Over the head the handle do him dirty
Then throw a round inside of Jerzey like Hot Sauce
You can see these comin'
You booked a fight with the boxer from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type
Keep your eyes down unless you tryna fight
On God, don't look back, you'll get assaulted… like Lot's wife
I did him worse, before I kill him first
Suicide, put the stick to yourself like an introvert
Nigga purge, the clip hold 30
And I'll put the whole number into Jerz' (integers)
BOW! Mine'll peel
I run down on you like, "You Slime for real?"
Then I get five X'd with the 9, why (5x, 9y)?
You ain't gettin' by no mil' (binomial)
A lotta steel
I'll pull a MAC with the green light on Twork; Dollar Bill
Beretta to his dome
Set trippin' like "How you turn Blood?"
BOW! You ain't never goin' home!
You ain't for real right? Well keep it real with me
Niggas be three minutes over the time limit 'cause they fear Nitty
Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself, suicide or-
{Nitty mimics Twork's signature bounce and hand gestures}
I know what you bout to do really
{Screaming} "I got the tool with me!
Live? You won’t get a chance
This shit'll drop a opp or two, Nitty (opportunity)! BOW!"
We got Rum Nitty vers… I'll clap yo big ass
Put a round in you, lay you down crippled
The shit I pull out nickel
Loud pistol, the cal clip you
Prayin’ Buddhist, you doin' all this BOW-ing
Now you amongst (a monk's) someone that'll BOW with you
BOW! I back out a big grip
BOW! BOW! Get you clapped up relentless
It hold 12 and this the final mil (meal)
Who think Jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it?
BOW! A shot flare
They duckin' from it, all the opps scared
They set you up, threw you inside the hot chair
This my spot, you won't survive here
Remain king and I'ma reign (rain) until I'm god-tier (God tear)
Yo rounds full of Glocks and shells, chops and 12s
I see you know a lot about guns, it ain’t hard to tell
You talk it well… but the shit I pull out’ll (out of) body experienced niggas, you better watch yourself!
And I could switch the mood
You can't label a nigga without a body experienced
Look at it from a different view
War time I slide through the scene, leave shit wet up
Winchester, mask on, hoppin’ out the V For Vendetta
Lil nigga, stay grabbin' on the pole
This Napoleon Complex keeps me with a hand inside the coat
I'll clap you from the go
Smack know I suffer from anxiety… this my third Volume (Valium) in a row
Cold, swing on me and I'ma peel (pill) one
Scorchin’ rounds, leave you boiled down if you try to steal (distill) Rum
Top dog, a nigga you should not cross
Lockjaw, pistol whip you when the Glock draw
Over the head the handle do him dirty
Then throw a round inside of Jerzey like Hot Sauce
You can see these comin'
You booked a fight with the boxer from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type
Keep your eyes down unless you tryna fight
On God, don't look back, you'll get assaulted… like Lot's wife
I did him worse, before I kill him first
Suicide, put the stick to yourself like an introvert
Nigga purge, the clip hold 30
And I'll put the whole number into Jerz' (integers)
BOW! Mine'll peel
I run down on you like, "You Slime for real?"
Then I get five X'd with the 9, why (5x, 9y)?
You ain't gettin' by no mil' (binomial)
A lotta steel
I'll pull a MAC with the green light on Twork; Dollar Bill
Beretta to his dome
Set trippin' like "How you turn Blood?"
BOW! You ain't never goin' home!
You ain't for real right? Well keep it real with me
Niggas be three minutes over the time limit 'cause they fear Nitty
Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself, suicide or-
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