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rum nitty vs. newz - the battle academy lyrics

[round 1: rum nitty]
you gotta stay on defense
cause for a few dollars, n*ggas might set you up on the sneak tip
hit ya line like, “i need six”
pull up, bring bl!ck.” ready to squeeze sh*t
a sweet l!ck
you won’t even be able to touch money before the heat lift
my initial thought when he brought out the raw? free bricks
that’s how the streets get
you gon’ take a great loss
make me slay y’all
some young hot heads slidin’, if i make a game call
razor blade dawg
a blue flame from the steel kaboom and ate ya face off
am i trippin’?
well let me set this vodka down
blakka sound
soon as i see you, i’ma pop a clown
i’m slidin’ now
pull up in a corolla with iron clappin’ and injure cuz, and that’s from a hollow round
i’ll walk you down, run up if you choose, fool
you’ll get slapped and then i’ll stomp you, it’s a lose/lose
get in a few lucky kicks like calvin cambridge, i wouldn’t want to be in new(z) shoes
this ain’t nothin’ like you done saw befo’
this is pressure
they pourin’ liquor in your memory brother, you missed forever
they got henny and deuce for you, you can pick your preference
but i’m really an ol’ (old) english n*gga like idris elba
i’m with whatever
if cuz thinks he’s cassius clay, get done up the savage way
untuck and blast the .8
.30 long as a relay baton
you gonna run up and pass away
send that cash today
i need my cut before i go on, i’m aftershave
that’s the game
i don’t think cuz worthy
.357 colt, the handle on the gun pearly
or i can just up .30
i’m not a rapper, i shoot headshots, you will get done dirty
pull up in a truck swervin’
but you the murder man, the one who let his .30 blast
obh top shooter, the type of n*gga that’ll murk you fast
you a turkey bag, i heard the fact
your bodies fake like bandman kevo, you ain’t put in no work for ab
i’ll hurt you bad
believe me, come to yo’ hood, do you greasy
catch a three piece
leave you lyin’ on the block you from, it’ll be easy (eazy)
if you n*ggas test me it’s crackin’
i just visited the homie the other day up in the feds he was happy
talkin’ about his appeal (a pill), sittin’ behind glass like a medicine cabinet
on the set we get active
you just talk, we cut from two different cloths like a letterman jacket
now rap!
[round 2: rum nitty]
you done did enough
f*ck all that other sh*t you talkin’ about my n*gga we can really bump
i’ll treat ya homie like a lil’ pup
flip him upside down and show leek (leak) proof like a sippy cup
i wish a n*gga jump, you gon’ get hit with some heat
tip of ya t**th
he asleep, still on his feet
have you look like the smokers out on kenzington be
quickest release
b*tch you ain’t think when they told you you had the rum bul (rumble) that it was literally
lift up the piece, you gon’ get a k!ll shot
but this is battle rap, there’s no polly with the lil’ guy
for real, stop
when i look at you, i see food, i got real ops
you’ll get for real dropped
step on this b*tch
paton leather 11’s, your melon will get split, like 70 kicks
stomp you out in a pair of concords and jelly his sh*t
jab!
you ain’t even cut like that, it’s a flesh wound
jab!
i’m one of them members for real (pharrell) like the neptunes
jab!
this ain’t checkers fool i’m terry crews; chess (chest) move
overhand
b*tton like an alarm clock, i’ll press snooze (newz)
this ya death too
we gon’ spin fast
bl!ck blast
trying to do everybody in ya clique bad when we whip past
if i let it go in public, then ya dawg (dog) walker, gon’ need a sh*t bag
get mad!
you gon’ make me trip
i’ll say some wild disrespectful crazy sh*t, on baby crip
most of my material be outta pocket like a handkerchief
who you playin’ with?
i be can’ clutchin’
i box well, we can scr*p for nothin’
crack ya nugget
one hand fold dawg (dog) up, it’s a shadow puppet
you ain’t gon’ rattle nothin’, you catchin’ an l
n*gga sucks, said he was better than lux; never in h*ll
i’m on a veteran scale
if you think this face will ever be on mount rushmore, you gettin’ ahead (a head) of yourself
my presence is felt and the streets gon’ cherish me
i done took losses and had to bounce back, that’s how you keep your legacy
but what don’t k!ll you, make you stronger, like chemotherapy
you can’t keep it real yourself
suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide
k!ll yourself
[round 3: rum nitty]
aye, they say you be with straight goons
still gonna take an l
your team gon’ save who?
we gon’ swing through with heaters drew
lookin’ for leek and newz (leaking news) like dna tooth
we can bang too
this a tough act to follow
what you gonna get up here and say my n*gga, we can’t even have a convo
i get at you pr*nto
one thing i don’t do, affiliate with small fries, and you a max’s combo
i get on bro
watch how you rap
you’ll get hands and feet put on you, i’m not finna cap
you not tryin’ to scr*p
you’ll really get drugged talkin’ like you t*rex, at the drop of a hat
your bars is just wack
you got no sk!lls
you was talkin’ crazy in the face off, i was tryin’ to tell bro, “chill”
you gonna get smoked still
you not respected until you can body a legend, like michael scofield
i’m in yo’ field
i’ma do you bad too
you said you was gonna 30 what? stupid ass move
you’se a d*mn fool
get murked, i’ma bring you down to earth; google map view
you should act cool
i move relentlessly
i ain’t took an l in a minute, been on a winning streak
they sayin’, “nitty you losing weight.”
but i done caught more bodies as the skinny me
i’m 153, and i’ll get at you too
you will never make it on url, every time you rap you lose
facts, you food
you don’t deserve a spot next to smack, that’s new newz (nunu’s)
i used to trap [?] too
supply it and stretch
live and direct
i had the packs wrapped in the back like they was kidnapped
quiet as kept
could get you the ice or the wet
or get you low numbers on the blow; sobriety test

- the battle academy lyrics

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