URLtv, B. Dot The God, Rum Nitty - B. Dot vs. Rum Nitty lyrics

Alright, what's poppin' brody?
Now that we got Av' recordin'
I'ma keep it real
For the next 12 or somethin' minutes
You are not the homie
Let's get it then, it's gon' get interestin'
Cause y'all lookin' around like
It ain't no crowd
I'm lookin' around like it ain't no witnesses
Lookin' for him, finna kill a bitch
Leave your head on ice, your body droppin'
If you don't wanna be rottin', Dot calm
(Rottencom) it down
Cause you'll be dead on sight (site)
Empty out lead all night
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' me
It's gonna take more than that black power
Fist for you to punch with Nitty
Up the milli
Put a bitch in the bag, you ain't like that
Niggas doin' shit just for the cam'
I'm from the era where your
Moms mom will make
You go pick a switch with ya hands
I ain't never pull out sticks for the 'Gram
This who I am i spaz wild, still I'm
Careful with the delivery, it's fragile
Clap rounds, man I'll spin on this whole car
Push it to the limit with the max (MAC's) out
Back down or run scared this shit is unfair
We gon' make it a cliffhangercause it's
Up there and it's stuck there
Guns here, we keep a pistol
Pull up where you be with killers
You'll get broke down, tore up
Whoever trip'll lay
(Triple A) out in the streets
You gon' need assistance
And Jesus wit' 'em, mini MAC burst
Baow, send you backwards
I'm the type that'll put Dot in a box
It's a hidden password get you bagged first
Hoe nigga, no feelings
Shit'll get ugly for a bitch no filter
Go kill him
Chest shot, Dot on the spot like Pulp Fiction
Pole lift and ya melon bust, stretchin' cuz
It don't stop after Dot like etcetera
Set it up, squeeze the heat, you see a piece
But ain't no lettin' up
We about whatever cuz eager to clap
If I can't get to you
Then I'll try a sleezier tact'
Have my bitches drop your location and
Tell 'em swing where they at
Stupid nigga thinkin' he's finna menage
(Minaj) , now B's ('Beez) In The Trap'
Now clap

B dot vs rum Nitty supposed to be my nigga
Got me up in here rappin' witchu
But, it's cool, I gotchu covered
I'm talkin' twin magazines
You gon' have your issue
I've got these Desert E's from New Orleans
I'm talkin' fresh out the box
Brand new pistols and I'm angry bitch, so
With these double D's
I'm 'bout to be mad official (O'fficial)
What's brackin' witchu?
You thought we was cool Rum?
Nmm hmm, well that shit dead fast
Either you a scary Crip or
A bad judge of character
The whole relationship you've been
Ignoring the red flags lead blast
Upon entrance
Your eyes gon' light up when the Desi'
Cock or the gun to your stomach
Steady, are you ready?
Baow, I open the scene with a Belly shot
You really not, on my level
What good is an author with pen
When your chapters bore me? I mean
Gun line after gun line about
The mask and the 40
Why I pop you, put you in the box
Then hustle up another casket for shorty
Y'all gon' lie together, happy endin'
I got your plot extended
I just like to add to the story
Y'all niggas snoring
I'm here to open your eyes
I'm supplying the real view
All this time wishin' death upon Rum
That made me terminally ill
Yeah, I've been dyin' to kill you
I'm tryin' to drill you
Like catch you in the whip for real
And stand in front
Shootin' up the hood lettin' pistols peel
I knew this was the car he'd be in
(Cardi B)
Now he's gon' have to fix the grill
I'm sick for real
I'll knock yo' whip off a cliff
Into the ocean you fall to your doom
You gon' sleep with the fish and see
(sea, deficiency) for thinkin'
Your auto immune what's bothering you?
They told you I retired? Like I just
Up and quit? That's some other shit
Besides, there's some other things I
Wanna do before I go
You know, bucket (buck it) list, rugged shit
I set the bait down on the plate
Look who's biting next (necks) sucka shit
You ain't gon' be able to withstand the heat
I think you should cover up a bit
This what happen when they walk a
(Daywalker) nigga into the sun
Thinking he Blade just to find
Out he ain't cuttin' it
I'm runnin' up a lick told Beasley
Add a couple racks and I'll get my rhyme on
This is math and science
I'm not sure what this molecule charge but
It can't be what I on (ion)
I ride on five shooters in the whip
Maneuvering it quick
See you in your circle and 380's blazin'
If I send 5 G's to fuck
Witcha nucleus it ain't radiation
You carry ah-
That's too much science, please
Forgive the habit i mean, under the lab coat
We forget the static, the whole time
Didn't even know we had it
He like, "Had what?"
A symptom 'matic (asymptomatic)
This the baddest, nigga in the game
Who the east coast claim
"Well you know Rum Nitty? Son
Mad nice word up, different"
Well this is the west
We expect you to be at yo' best
We know you gon' turn up- missin'
You got blurred up vision
Type to see ya homie with a bitch
You wait until they split
Then make an entrance
You came and swooped his bitch
Got a whole group and clique some attention
They ain't gon' spell it out
But they wondering if takin' his
Bitch was your initial interest
I would've canned that
I mean twisted a cap as soon
As I witnessed the fizzing
That's the difference
And that's that black African power
And if these is yo' last days Rum
Then this is yo' last hour

Any and every line I'ma empty
Out this clip of mine
So, it's the small chance that you gon'
Make it out this shit alive
Barely escape with the skin of yo'
Teeth if this bitch survive
That's choppers (chompers) and ammo (enamel)
Have a brush with death and it
Ain't no sense of dyin' (Sensodyne)
Lift the 9, up and it'll smoke him
Son of a gun? You get one in the head
Since you wanna be Loaded i come wit' a 40
This ain't what you want cuz
Thinkin' this shit a Game
But we don't think it's 'One Blood'
Dumb fuck, you contradictin' in ya lines
Roc voice, "still these nigga lyin'"
I keep it a hundred
On everything like military time
You ain't already out ya mind? I'll
Beat you out of it
Knocked out an awake nigga sleep paralysis
Devour shit, 38 will do the part
I shoot it arced
Put Dot under the nose it's a beauty mark
Give a fuck who you are
I'm the shit on the low
Talk the way I be talkin' cause
I really did it befo'
You'll get ya chain snatched
I'll take ya shit off fo' sho' you know me
Just wondering how much I can
Get off the ropes ya bitch'll get smoked
Tell him, "Come and try it"
I'm more Malcolm than Martin
I'm the one for violence
You got all your moves from
Lux, that's your fuckin' idol
Stick to ya guns
It can only be one Loaded like a musket rifle
Son is dyin', his brother dyin'
If he run up on me he shot
You late, I can't be on
Real Nigga Time today, cause 4 on the Dot
If my locs get the drop
They be there in seconds
Shit'll get eerie, scary
Ancient texts (TECs) reveal the message
Desert Eagle triangle resemble
A pyramid reflection
Got you calling out for ya god
And here come meds (Kemetics)
Skills untested
Niggas ain't cookin' wit' me, I run it
Elementary games
If you really look at it Bi be punchin'
Big shit, 223's, clutchin'
Cut him down, I got a
Giant chop in the trunk, that's Paul Bunyan
Off somethin' you got 24 hours and I don't
Think you gon' make it
I'm the original so by dawn Dot'll
('Don Dadda') die like Louie Rankin
You in danger
I caught this pussy by surprise
Shook him up, scared the shit outta B, see
(BC) he didn't even look me in the eyes
You gon' die can't keep it real yourself
Suicide or I'll do the job
You decide kill yaself

Aye, so, yo' little tiny ass
Went and bagged Ms hustle big booty ass?
Wow, claps you must've really earned that
I mean
Props to whatever you did to deserve that
Just stay on yo' job my nigga
Cause I'd worked that i mean
Keep her caged in or get ya bird snatched
Look, I'm sure she mean the
World to you my nigga but, if she curved me
No conspiracy I'd leave ya Earth flat
Heard that? Well that's whispers from
A dead man walking
And know to kill a zombie we gotta take a
Hit to the dome so I'm liftin' the chrome
You gettin' plugged, outta nowhere
With an unexpected connection
Rick and Michonne
The shit that I'm on? I'll turn ya head
Into a convertible roof if I blast shots
You had the bandana wrapped around ya head
Well I took it as a sign nigga rag tops
Man stop, you goin' in
And out of consciousness, damn Dot
You like a whole 'nother nigga
When you flair up
Well I don't know whether to
Square up or air Rum
We past the point on no return
So I'ma kick it off and then wave
Either way you catch a fair one
Compare none
I'd have went buck for buck with
Other writers and no money wasted
I mean face it, we can't trade wit's
Against other pens you look basic
You couldn't amount to lose
Change in Julian's pockets
And that don't make sense (cents)
When JC pen he
(Penny) showed you had nothing in store
It was close (clothes) , you're not adjacent
Then with Iron it was the same shit
It was gun lines and name flips
Always trying to land thee punch
Chasing that One like Agents in The Matrix
While your opponents, they strategize
They play Chess and shapeshift
Yeah you got height
Far as stature in the game but you'll never
Come with the right angles
When you're baseless ya tasteless
You serve no substance with the meal (mil')
We fell if you got tre's
(trays) then you should balance like
A waiter with the glasses
Like when we say we need "food for thought"
That don't mean "cater to the ratchets"
Ya actin'
Yeah you point with the pen, I pinpoint
This is accurate
Wow, you popped up outta nowhere
A Crip with punches this is Magic
You be spazzing
You even got a brand new style now, wow
This is madness i'm just askin'
I'm not judgin', but uh
Can we conviction? A little passion?
We know you got all the
Gunlines Rum, hats off, you be cappin'
What ya lack is
An explanation for why the gun is tucked
Like tell us that ya
Childhood was fuckin' rough
Or tell us some shit like
In order to eat you had to rob McDonalds with
Two pistols for the 2 for 2 meal
(mil') you had to double up
I mean what the fuck?
We just wanna know why you fo' fo' it
Get us on the same track
Writin' all yo' battle raps to
Strap you gon' go it
What's your train of thought? Otherwise
We don't know it all aboard cause
(cuz) , we know you kill, we just
Need to know loco motives (locomotives)
And you gon' show it
It's that black African power
And if these is your last days Rum
Then this is ya last hour nigga

I've been all over the atlas rappin'
Active, like 50 matches a couple classics
A few caskets
Even went and got my ass kicked
But never slackin'
If I think I lost then I'll say
I lost and I'm hittin' practice
You niggas backwards
Worried about a backend and what ya stats is
Wonderin' why you stagnant and the whole
Class is movin' past him
But me? I made a name, stamped it
Painted a stain on canvass we standin'
So facts is, I ain't earn my respect
I snatched it let me talk that shit
A motherfuckin' staple in the game, boy
Why you think I go so hard
To protect my name for? For instance
I could've cut my third
Round off against Shine
I was lookin' stupid on that stage, boy
But, I kept focus
Got it together and gave the
Fans what they came for
Never cheat 'em out what they paid for
And I feel like them type of
Roads need to be paved more
It's lesson learnin'
I mean it's difficult to get
Up there and remember verses
Most niggas would've just choked
And then ended early
I'm like Marlon Wayans on Above The Rim
I never Jersey you already murdered
I whipped the piece up on him
So keep thinkin' them Rum shots was weak
'til I creep up on him
Don't say I ain't warn him
I air somethin', heavy on the scale cousin
So press me and I'm clearin' shit out
It's the tare button
Can't keep it real yourself
Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yaself

Battle rap is in a weird climate
Y'all let niggas choke, just get the Heimlich
New niggas dissin' GOATs
PG's talkin' to Mook like, "Aye
Aye I'm cut from a different cloth"
How you gonna tell that to
A nigga that designed it? Y'all mindless
I think all y'all niggas linkin'
Up is pussy vaginas
Yeah you need somebody to have
Ya back cause ya spineless
I'm reminded, you a virus
Infected the staff of every battle
Rap clan you've aligned with
Another fake ass Crip, you only under the C
(sea) for the look, you're scuba diving
You reside in, Arizona? You a loner
Nigga what gang?
I'm sure the seed was planted
But bangin' in battle rap wasn't
Planted until the Nut' came y'all such lames
Ever since Gotti everybody in
Some gang claimin'
Just cause a nigga got a gun
That don't mean he bang stainless
Besides, keepin' a 9 a must
(anonymous) but to us y'all
Still remain nameless this game changin'
You can't even link when niggas
From yo' set famous
Traffic 3 Dizaster brought out big Tray Dee
He ain't even know you, that's Insane
Ain't it? It's way dangerous
How y'all drag red and blue
Rags into the venue well my motto is
It ain't always gotta be on
You when it's in you
Don't pretend to, act like you defend blue
With ya devilish ways
I get up close on the east sider
(Eastsidaz) and buck it
And then I step back shootin' from range
You get the point nigga Duces 'N Trayz
You in a daze, confused
You don't even realize you in a maze
Where the objective is not to
Go runnin' to God
They tryin' to turn you into Ma$e
You was a saint, I don't see devils
Just a battle rap banger who
I don't believe squeeze metals
You get banged on outside of battle rap
I'm sure the P settles
Inside battle rap if it get too
Hot for this bi-polar, cap
That's when he try to raise the sea
(C) levels nigga we rebels
You just need a different aim and
I'm here to provide you one
You can be the "Gun Line King" but at the
Oppressors where a real king
Will line his gun they divide us up
Blood vs crip, tribal stuff
We rivals but I don't think
Violence is a place
I need to resort to see the C side
(seaside) wit' us i'm reminded of
All the guys I love
From the red strings in my shoes
To the 'Blue Skies Above', we unite as one
They don't think two gods can co-exist
Well you run the C's
(seas) and I bring the heat
That's Hero and Poseidon bruh
I done type this up
And when I text my Crips
I don't spell with "CK's" cause
A nigga respect it
And you should've known I see C
(CC) but I guess you
Wasn't gettin' the message
You in here with a blessing
And you gon' have to
Acknowledge I'm the greatest
I mean you can have all the gun lines Rum
But what good is a gun without
The knowledge to create it?
You're not dangerous
I know bangers, I'm talkin' close rangers
Type to ask a nigga, "Aye where you from?"
And don't even need the answer baow
It was a no-brainer ya no namer
They said Jesus was a carpenter
Well I wasn't born in no old manger
I'm just creating new grounds for
You to walk upon
After this I hope yo' flow changes
No mo' bangers
That's that black African power
And if these is yo' last days Rum
Then this was yo' last hour my nigga