[Round 1: Iron Solomon]
You battled Charlie, in front the roughest crowd
And he prepared for you by writing...nothing down
For me, he wrote all three and made his grandmother proud
Now that is just profound....
...What you don't get it? You fuckin' clown
I'm sayin' that the Clips that I bring to the ring actually come with rounds
Still the streets been hatin', I heard all them lines befo'
So when they rank us I expect to hear the Ave say, "Iron low"
But y'all feel that man cold? Chill, are y'all really listenin'?
I gotta vent, your fans blow, I blame it on their conditionin'
Dude on the stage, jumpin' through hoops rockin' them fugazi J's
Isn't sick enough to influence the game
You not the real heir (Air) your soul (sole), show there's truth you're a fake
You ain't authentic enough to step in the shoes of the great
But those are actually new
And I'm kinda matchin' you
But mine are classics so I'm winnin' in this fashion, too!
I'll snatch your shoes, stomp out half your crew
With one on each foot to leave him black and blue
And this is just for kicks cause Nitty don't ride dolo
He be hoppin' crew to crew so who are you to try Solo'?
I'm the wrong one, you're fluid, what you're doin' isn't smart Rum
Special Olympics, Track & Field: this is stupid in the long run
Get ig'nant and a couple dum-dums will leave your wig split
Then I unload even more on (moron) whoever Nit' with (nitwit)
Retarded!
Yo, then I'm cuttin' limbs off of all of Rummy's friends
Your circle will get smaller as it goes down: the fun'll end
A couple twins, and I nicknamed them "Rum" and "Nit"
'Cause just when you think we all cool, they jump and click
Line 'em up, thinkin' clips, shavin' Crips with the sharpest knives
The razor dips in and out blue like you barbicide
And wipe the blade clean 'cause it's time to change themes
Swingin' bats at the top of every 4th like the Away team
Turn your meatball to Ragu with the hot spaghetti
Throw your noodle against the wall 'til it sticks: the pasta's ready!
Nitty's lunch!
Food? I ain't waitin' for my ribs to touch
If my hunger givin' me stomach pains I'll shiv his gut
This bird is gettin' stuffed like, "Thanks. Give it up"
We call that "The Itis"
If you eatin' good, you gettin' stuck!
Well, fuck it
I'll pay one of the young'uns to start the party off
Leave you neckless for a rack like Mardi Gras
If a band on my boy will buy you a bed at the morgue
Paint the whole fuckin' room for a Benjamin more
That's how we finna do
You're believable too
But I'm lyin', I don't got it on me and neither do you, Cornell
You not built how you wanna believe
With DNA strands cut from the cloth of a G
He'll say he lick shots...but it ain't all that it seems
If he gotta steam, the chrome is home 'cause it's not in his jeans
Hold up, hold up, hold up
He licks, I know you follow the theme but on top of that scheme
I said "strand", "cut", "cloth" and then "jeans"
I'm unraveling each thread, so y'all see who could weave best
I got this bitch sewn, that's why he seems stressed
I'll poke holes through him, put this needle in Nit'
And then lace him with a bow that'll leave him in stitches
We will (k)not tie!
You can't undo the mind of the Jewish guy when you just tried to cross JC and got crucified
So suicide or I'll do the job
You can die in your own voice
I'll let you decide that you get taken out, baby: I'm pro-choice
You battled Charlie, in front the roughest crowd
And he prepared for you by writing...nothing down
For me, he wrote all three and made his grandmother proud
Now that is just profound....
...What you don't get it? You fuckin' clown
I'm sayin' that the Clips that I bring to the ring actually come with rounds
Still the streets been hatin', I heard all them lines befo'
So when they rank us I expect to hear the Ave say, "Iron low"
But y'all feel that man cold? Chill, are y'all really listenin'?
I gotta vent, your fans blow, I blame it on their conditionin'
Dude on the stage, jumpin' through hoops rockin' them fugazi J's
Isn't sick enough to influence the game
You not the real heir (Air) your soul (sole), show there's truth you're a fake
You ain't authentic enough to step in the shoes of the great
But those are actually new
And I'm kinda matchin' you
But mine are classics so I'm winnin' in this fashion, too!
I'll snatch your shoes, stomp out half your crew
With one on each foot to leave him black and blue
And this is just for kicks cause Nitty don't ride dolo
He be hoppin' crew to crew so who are you to try Solo'?
I'm the wrong one, you're fluid, what you're doin' isn't smart Rum
Special Olympics, Track & Field: this is stupid in the long run
Get ig'nant and a couple dum-dums will leave your wig split
Then I unload even more on (moron) whoever Nit' with (nitwit)
Retarded!
Yo, then I'm cuttin' limbs off of all of Rummy's friends
Your circle will get smaller as it goes down: the fun'll end
A couple twins, and I nicknamed them "Rum" and "Nit"
'Cause just when you think we all cool, they jump and click
Line 'em up, thinkin' clips, shavin' Crips with the sharpest knives
The razor dips in and out blue like you barbicide
And wipe the blade clean 'cause it's time to change themes
Swingin' bats at the top of every 4th like the Away team
Turn your meatball to Ragu with the hot spaghetti
Throw your noodle against the wall 'til it sticks: the pasta's ready!
Nitty's lunch!
Food? I ain't waitin' for my ribs to touch
If my hunger givin' me stomach pains I'll shiv his gut
This bird is gettin' stuffed like, "Thanks. Give it up"
We call that "The Itis"
If you eatin' good, you gettin' stuck!
Well, fuck it
I'll pay one of the young'uns to start the party off
Leave you neckless for a rack like Mardi Gras
If a band on my boy will buy you a bed at the morgue
Paint the whole fuckin' room for a Benjamin more
That's how we finna do
You're believable too
But I'm lyin', I don't got it on me and neither do you, Cornell
You not built how you wanna believe
With DNA strands cut from the cloth of a G
He'll say he lick shots...but it ain't all that it seems
If he gotta steam, the chrome is home 'cause it's not in his jeans
Hold up, hold up, hold up
He licks, I know you follow the theme but on top of that scheme
I said "strand", "cut", "cloth" and then "jeans"
I'm unraveling each thread, so y'all see who could weave best
I got this bitch sewn, that's why he seems stressed
I'll poke holes through him, put this needle in Nit'
And then lace him with a bow that'll leave him in stitches
We will (k)not tie!
You can't undo the mind of the Jewish guy when you just tried to cross JC and got crucified
So suicide or I'll do the job
You can die in your own voice
I'll let you decide that you get taken out, baby: I'm pro-choice
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