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Hollow Da Don vs. Rum Nitty - URLtv (Ft. Hollow Da Don & Rum Nitty)
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Hollow Da Don vs. Rum Nitty URLtv (Ft. Hollow Da Don & Rum Nitty)

Hollow Da Don vs. Rum Nitty - URLtv (Ft. Hollow Da Don & Rum Nitty)
[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
I'm callin' it cap...
Warriors hat
I'm from the Golden era
Late 90's and still had heart like Roc-A-Fella
That's when I was thinkin' of signin' to Hov
So now you puttin' I (eye) in the-
Stop it fella
I'm more Notorious
Not for makin' a song
Valedictorian: it's a high grade that I'm on
In a DeLorean, I waited too long
Dr. Kevorkian: my patience (patients) is gone
I'm an accordion, you playin' me wrong
I'm the logo, I'm the reason fans come down
Oh no you JoJo, had a little run now, it's done, clown
I got the glow though
I could no show and 3-0 bro in a one round
I'm the nigga they not checkin'
MC's trash
Caffeine staff, they'll soon stop testin'
This a bean bag to Brock Lesnar
This a DreamCast to an X-
Y'all donе ran me wrong
Look, I understand my era gonе and now-a-days you can argue anything, opinions strong
Like, "Eminem had the better diss", "MGK had the better song"
I beat yo' ass in this battle, your fans say you got the better bars
You just can't fuckin' win
Against these perjurers, lie and stand (lyin' Stans)
Call 'em The Sixers, there's no way I advance
He been shootin' like Ben Simmons but been sellin' that to buy his (Tobias) fans
That-that, support your 40 in all of your rhyme
I done turnt niggas zombies, I fathered the time
Think Drake's barber design I put my heart on the line
The difference between it though, I know the meaning of every word, every line witty
I know your style, punchline litty
Personality iffy
Originality missing
I mean, I know why they call it a "ratty" do you?
Or "biscuit", don't lie Nitty
You gon' be up here wild gritty talkin' 'bout how you gon' kill me wit' guns and slang from my city
You'se a Diduntdidunt
And I ain't gon' explain it either
You know why my language ether?
I went to 204, me and Nas got the same English teacher
But all you can do is punch
And punch
And punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, punch
With setups like, "I got the .9 like Rondo"
I punch with a God flow, that's a one-two combo
Like Zion and Lonzo
Look, we could've did this in a small room or a Volume
Or a small room or a large room or ball room or your room
Or call Clips, check all rooms
He say I can't take it to the gun Rum
I'll brbrbrbrbr drum Rum
A MAC grgrgrgrgr 1-1
[?]
Grgrgrgrgr 50 Cent hun-bun! Ya done, Rum!
He gon' say I can't take it to the trigger blastin'
I do everything, watch a nigga match it with attachments
Zzzzzt, revolver, spinnin' faster then Kyrie at Olympic practice
Look my nigga that's pain, I'ma ride forever
My nigga lost and got a dub for an attempt, that's trial and error
You feel that nigga? That's pain
So what I hit you with? The bars, the God flow, the pain
Okay let's go conscious
Do you know the definition of "Obamanation"?
You did all that Donald hatin' and he ain't no different from Ronald Reagan
Hold up little nigga you too small to get this grown man conversation
We ain't even do proper meetin' 'til I had your girl ovulating over a conversation 'bout common places
But he said all he know is gang-bangin'
Well cool, I get him set up by an east coast Crip
He think I'm talkin' 'bout a nigga from New York
I mean 62nd Street, an east coast Crip
So go 'head, throw your C's up, but when you see us, seize up
Or you'll be on the ground and the only way you'll see is up
Oooh, that made me wanna take it back to the gun Rum
Cause I mix it with the conscious I just done
Osiris/Isis, I'll sun son
I got another one thun, can I mix it with the gang-bangin' I just done?
I'll have "C's" and "B's" surround him I'll "crumb" Rum
Uh huh
{Gun cocks}
Nuh uh
I ain't the one to rob
Where I come from an onion is whiter than Nunn Nunn
I've done done ('Dunn Dunn') it all
So tell shorty (Shawty), "keep it low" (Lo)
I said, "He's a hoe" you see I'm O
So if I say, "He's a hoe" that's beeper code 304
Whoa, this the meanest flow
Some shit you never seen befo'
I'll kidnap your 3 year old then sell his Adrenochrome at a senior's home
Look, I'm runnin' in his crib and takin' all three of his kids when I run in Rum house
Oh you got four?
Well BOW, I'm foul I took one
Wait I ain't wanna go the gun route
But I'm just here to show you I do it all
No diss track, get his bitch (w)rapped like Cuban Doll
Shirt full of Kool-Aid, you can picture (pitcher) goin' through the wall
Shots, hit her outta nowhere, that's a booty call
When I do it dawg, I know it signed cuz but if you a slime like Thug
Then we would find Blood like Luminol
Whoo, I could go all night Smack, you lucky I got some shit to do tomorrow
How long I got left?
'Bout 52 minutes, this 'bout to a superb round
I'm 'bout to get in my bag, let me just spit my second and third now
I said I ain't playin' wit' him, while he hatin'
I'm checkin' his shoes, checkin' his collar, tryin' to figure out which mic he fakin' in
I'll take him to-
Yo, LOMclothing.com man
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