Rum Nitty vs. K-Shine URLtv (Ft. K-Shine & Rum Nitty)

[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
We got a same height nigga wit' a death wish
His patna be sprayin' machetes...and his shit be throwin' bread sticks
But me? I got a chop that I open heads wit'
So fuck Shine, this K got a I Know He Dead kick
You finna bleed tonight
Leak a pint
Try me you gon' see the light
They losin' him, he need an angel in Houston; The Preacher's Wife
Aye, you ducked, damn... try to set it up and cuz ran
Thought he went wit' the safer route when he tucked in
I'll really fuck you up fam'
One can', gloved hands
Press the piece in Shine face, I'm the cut man
You 'bout to get all the smoke, and take so many punches the fans yellin' "get off the ropes"
'Pac I got the Juice
We do pull ups, hop out, walk up wit' the tool
Yeah bitch I had a job before it's true
But I'ma end all that WalMart shit, once I get my Target in the view (interview)
Lay you down from the gate
Bow to a great
You know they sell guns and ammo, right?
I been had rounds for a K
You better go for broke, act like you know the role
You done put on shows befo', but now you gotta show the GOAT
He thinkin' that he won't get smoked
So he die, I'll give anybody heat Shine...thru a thermal scope
Clap him, it's only red raggin' when fam' rappin'
I'm Santana, doin' crooked shit wit' the bandanna
Black ratchet, I might clap it, fast wrap it
The clip blow, that shit'll hit a Zip mo' than Mike Jackson 'Bad' jacket
What's happenin'?
You started off a baby T-Rex, then DNA re-birthed you
And it worked too
Then you slid up like a dancer a took Twork moves
Bad ain't it?
MAC ringin'
Stick like a reaper for real (Reepah Rell), you get half painted
Hella strapped
Ridin' wit' a whole arsenal in the back dangerous
It's like 80 fo's in the trunk Shine, I'm SLAB slangin'
I'll be at ya neck if you disrespect it
Clip? Long as a WalMart receipt, and I'm a check you befo' you exit
Raisin' it high, BLAOW!
Hit his face wit' the .9
He in need of resuscitation, it's no play when we slide
Custom made body bag, I'm finna lay you inside
The shit I got for Shine (Sean)? Tailored (Taylor-ed), he tried to run for safety and died
My nerves crazy, disturbed/dangerous
One word make me wave this box cutter dreadfully, I'm goin' through Verb stages
Play me, and I'll lay you
Annihilate you, .9 raisin'
Point it just above, I'll hit the tie breaker, catch you outside later
Grip the handle, pop out, go to war wit' Shine, it's a lightsaber
Desert Eagle, made a prism
Shine break out, when I'm raisin' (rays in) a triangle
I don't see no challengers
They say, "All you do is talk about guns."
Well I'ma keep on clappin' 'em
Or the knife game, pull it underneath and stab ya shit
And keep on stabbin' it
Until it gets stuck half way up, it got sleep paralysis
Stay talkin', 'til I bang on 'em
Get you and who you roll up wit' shot, I State Prop' 'em
Shank on me, soon as they (day) walk up
Blade? Goin' right in ya son Shine (sunshine), it's a Daywalker
Bitch, they talk about performance
Performance?
What that gon' do?
Rifle, on a tripod, I can literally stand still and smoke you
Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job
(You decide, kill yaself!)