URLtv, Rum Nitty, Iron Solomon - Iron Solomon vs. Rum Nitty lyrics

You battled Charlie
In front the roughest crowd
And he prepared for you
By writingnothing 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 shotsbut 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

Aye, we got Rum Nitty vers' this
White bitch Aaronaka Iron Solomon
Who thought of this? I should race the
Car up on your property speedin'
Pull somethin' out the boot and cap
Little Iron these Monopoly pieces
I told him this the wrong move
Gas chamber: they gon' be sayin' I
Smoked you in a small room
In a whip with the biscuit
Head shotwavin' the five out the
Backseat like Kennedy did it
And I don't gotta hire no help
You can check my priors
Shit I'm known to let it fire
Myself, I ain't for play, don't try him
Strays go flyin', I clap shit
Pull out a Black Smith and
Let it bang on Iron
I'll run you off the block
Watch this G MC, make Iron hide
It ain't an Autobot
I'll pop ya top and drop your body off
Then I'm buryin' a white
Man like Monster's Ball
I use to keep a piece, not keep the peace
We was too off the chain in
The field like Aqib Talib
Rusty knife I tote
But this iron sharp and Iron get
It like a Bible quote
Leave a nigga leakin' for intervenin'
While your people be penny-pinchin'
Mine nickel-squeezin' i kill him easy
Been jonesin' to give a Jew L's
On cam: I really mean it!
I told my nigga J Nutty I would
Smoke you and I'm goin' to
With a little 32 like Jones-Drew
He turn his back, I lift it on him
Then the tool kicks from the
Rear view like infant Jordans
I'm a shooter first, Ruger work
If I don't got the gun
I grab the fifth from my son like Jupiter
Let me word it a lil' different
I tell my son if he's taken from ours
As soon as you see this Jew
Put a Mercury tip in him
Ain't nothin' changed up
Drum on a big weapon
Chris Webber: I'll pull this Tom out
And fuck the game up
Nigga, stop it, or the shit I got in store a-
Have me planting bodies
Little Shop Of Horrors
You can practice all you
Wanna, still get bodied, champ
It's useless, you gon' train and then die
You Oscar Grant
We can squab, but I'm not the
One you want the fade from, i'm Sweeney Todd
I tote for real, unload the steel
Fuck boxin'
A piece will air in Iron mouth like Holyfield
Oh, you mad I'm in your face stylin'!?
It gets much worse
I pull a thang out and let
It Buck first: Ray Allen
Stay wildin', blade 'round him
Get plugged 'cause this white bitch get
Outta pocket like Ace found it
Bitch, you can't keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide or I'll do
The job, you decide, kill yourself

You told us you 99% gun bars
The other 1% is the slogans
Bitch, we noticed!
When Nitty pick a topic, that boy is focused
No jokin', no schemes, no personals
No angles lemme guessyou just gon' rap about
The Iron the whole battle!
Well, you should stop
'Cause whether I kill you or not
If you can't fit somethin' else in the plot
You puttin' yourself in a box
Respect this lesson
I'm tryna learn you, don't second-guess it
Or you will always be Number
2 when your pencil's tested
If you take battles like Scantrons, where
Every question
You gotta fill your whole round up
With lead just to get accepted?!
Yo, all these extra gestures made you
The Prince of the Gun Punches
But the rule is
You can never be King with just one subject!
So who said you was ready to join the ranks?
Did Beasley fuel your drive? So, Eric
You're to thank! When he loses steam
It's on Efor gassin' this Quarter tanked!
Slow your pace
Give it a minute, man, you gon' blow the race
You sell a bit of tickets
But ain't fuckin' with what a pro create!
How long we wait for son to grow?
While his style went from young to old
Shit, when he came outthe motherfucker
Was so nine months ago!
Now, a hundred and one other
Up-and-comers bumpin' they gums
With a style they stole from Quantum, Con
Or one of them bums
Just bustin' they gun lines that
Been done and redone
You know what they sayain't nothing
New under the SONS the scene is wild!
These clowns doing musical theatre now
You just wanna act like a gangster
That's why you think you Nino Brown!
That's how you picture yourself?
So every bar's about image
Where you either holdin' a stick
Or an arm gets shot in it?
How a movie character moves
On camera, to Rum, is the realest
That's why this film role you
Playing's a little underdeveloped
Doing public dirt
Stuff we don't even need to dig up to learn
Like, in your Ave battle
You got paidto wear a
Loyalty Over Money shirt
And wasn't you 4th Homi Bloque-
See, that's the stuff that always boils me
Paid to rep a clique you was never with
That's literally money over loyalty!
Yo, and Swave a real one
He just tryna raise these children
Pray they ain't reptilian
But, it's tough to try and spot where
The snakes concealin' when they chameleons
With Writer's Bloque, he got major billings
But the type of guap he
Got paid was shillings
So he DEADED them, thinking
On Team Homi's side, he'd make a KILLING!
Draw the line, boy!
Who's the brotherhood you would
Really ride for?
Folk you willing to pay that price for?
The people you'd kill or you'd die for?
Is you 4th Quarter, Blood, or Crip?
You throwin' up the 6, but you 5'4"
I'll send him to HELL or ANGELS
If he don't take my advice, lORD!
And if the Latin Kings believed ya
You would say you a fifth Boricua
And be bangin' that black and
Yellow harder than Wiz Khalifa
Fabricatin' your credibility by claimin'
You gang bang sayin' you slang grams
Type of lame that I can't stand!
I didn't grow up sellin' coke
But I was raised as a 'caine fan
Caught my first charge writin' my
Name with a spray can!
So, even without the nickel
I'm the wrong one to meddle with
First name Iron, but I am good in any element
Tables with a podium, linoleum or Rust-Oleum
You really with the shit's!?
The mode I'm in is Imodium!
When y'all rewind
Decode the lines flyin' over heads
Left slower minds so divine
It's like they co-designed by God
We got a open line my flow is wine
So even if me and this 4th Quarter
Score is tied inside the building
I am winning over time!
Longevity, y'all won't ever see
This war horse diminished
Despite the scoreboard or cynics
I move forward toward the finish
Never been a poor sport
I stepped on your court to scrimmage
With a buzzer-beater! You get one shot
And this 4th Quarter finished!

Aye, the fans sayin' I ain't
Ready for this legend plate
But why hesitate?
'Cause you'll miss 100% of the
Shots you never take so I'm fuckin' shit up
No surprise, really
I'm Lennox in Belly: y'all knew how
I was cut from the jump
I don't play with rappers!
It's simple, if I draw, you lose
Iron: we donatin' plasma!
A nigga will get stretched
If this drum clap at your high
Hat and through your temple
It be instrumental to your death!
You gon' beat WHO!? We not for play
Spinal shot, and a bullet from behind
It could fuck up your holiday
I'm on my shit every time
So you gon' make this a good
Match? You gotta pick better lines
Thought I was just finna die? They gassed you
And, to be frank, this bitch better hide!
This how a nigga play
If I need somethin' in my house
I run in Aaron's: I got bills to pay!
Aye, you think these bars
Ain't finna beat you?
Crazy how you callin' niggas "legends"
When they just ordinary people
This shit absurd!
Nigga, I should let a 50 burst on MC Serch!
You niggas make me sick
Thinkin' Aaron can really hang with the
Pen: he not a Patriot
You get props for tryin', but off the top
You dyin' you outta place
I treat this like Laundry
Day: you knowwashin' Iron
No arms and legs when I off the Wesson
I only draw on a face: composite sketches
Fuck a movie role!
Nigga, you should know I carry in
Real life like The Truman Show
Get bodied if you move choppa on your roof
I let the machine talk to Iron
Like JARVIS in the suit!
Every bar I'm gon' wig
Nasty how you dyin' on the card:
That's a Garbage Pail Kid!
Aye, I should rob you, then
Your squad get robbed, too
I'll air a Smith, take whatever Iron made
And rock groups
Bullet hit his frame, then lift again
And give Aaron a shot like I missed the rim
Drop you instantly
That shit'll drop you instantly
You thinkin' it's a game? Then two
Will sit you down: The Documentary!
Too many runnin' from Nitty
Duckin' and dodgin' the coffin
For the record
They tryna juke boxes like a club in the '50s
Thinkin' he can see me? He wildin' bARS!
Check how I snap on the card: EBT balance!
You and I know, Ruger might blow
The lead'll come out right before you
Die: that's a suicide note
Bitch, you can't keep it real your-
Kill yourself!

Yo, I'm disgusted by the crutches that
These suckas need to write
Free Surf! (Free the Wave)
But, if he the Reach God
Then Rum is Reachus Christ
Yo, there be so much reachin'
When this guy composes prose
He gotta write his fuckin' rhymes
In the Heisman Trophy pose!
Recitin' bars 'bout firearms
He'll paint the words with his hands
Tryna convince us you catchin' bodies
Through some interpretive dance
But Steams and them is the best at that
You eatin' from what they team has done
You bitin' pieces of the Cakes' style
And Beasley feeds you crumbs
The bread they fed us heavyweights
Nitty never ate
Your little paper on the back
Endjust a temporary plate
That's how hunger happens
You don't run your trap
But your gums is flappin' i'm at the bank
Talkin' withdrawals without a
Southern accent!
Yo, I had this for-mula for moolah
When you was just teethin'
Been milkin' this game since Tity
Boi was breast feedin', baby!
What, you been hot a year?
Still ain't makin' a dollar here
Probably wouldn't even recognize Smack
Without a beard you they property
Ain't about to see a proper
Piece of the profit shared
They pay you less than bottom-tier
Nittyyou a volunteer!
And signin' a contract's like gettin'
High from a contact
'CausenoW you gonna have a hard
Time gettin' OFF SMACK!
Well, I'm handin' out hit'sso
This the methadone clinic!
You get beat so steady
You'd think a metronome did it!
First, you get the 'bow: Riddick
The left to go wit' it
When I put lashes on your cheek
It ain't from Eskimo kisses!
I could box with both fists
Have every punch land
Or just to prove a point to them
Make this 3-0 with one hand to get props
Pinky in the air while I sip scotch
Middle finger through your round
Nothin' you say in this ring pops!
Yo, let's state the facts:
Y'all might have to play this back
But when you piece it all together
Those the type of lines that created SMACK!
YO! So, Glu', Joe, Mike
And Nunn Nunn can play they new roles
But, I was the first White to watch
I made this HUE BLOW! AYO!
I had buku runs before you new-school bums
Laid the blueprint for everything
That you do, rum
Knew Smack and Beas' before I
Knew what YouTube was
I could even explain in
Detail what NuNu does!
(We wanna know! We wanna know)
And I was self taught
My education was intuition
School of Hard Knocks
Paid my own duesand tuition
I use my aggressive disposition to
Get to this position
That L I took didn't end the mission
That was intermission i'm still player
The truth is, Mook did me a real favor
When he gave me that boxit
Made me a hell raiser!
Plus, I never been a grudge-holder
Or an axe-grinder i never-
AYO! Watch your mouth!
(scoffs) Watch YO' mouth, nigga!
Well, I never been a grudge-holder
Or an axe-grinder i just passed by ya
If you a roadblock, I'm a fast driver
Even without no gas or a flat tire
I'm that writer who could turn
The whole map into flat-liners! On paper
I got pad after pad for you manginas
Hittin' keys
A gig of these for you bitches like Quagmire
When I slap, my last time on Smack White
It got Crab hyper
Heard him talk like he had what
It take to attack Iron but, you DIED soon as
The contract was signed, and the bag wired
'Cause it ain't work out how you planned
'cause I'm back FIRE!

Aye, y'all know I represent
The set regardless hella heartless!
Crip this
Crip thatbangin' every line like I telemarket
You way out your element
You'll get the chrome, Iron
I'm still not the one to meddle with!
Them sub par bars won't make it
You need extra
You gon' have to try angles together
Like the Star of David! I lift joints
Two Desert Eagles, one up
One downlook like a six-point!
You SEE this shit!?
There's a good chance he'll die
And what I got for Iron
In the jeans increases it
Buncha Rum flips, I'm TIRED of 'em!
How long you gon' yell that Rum bull
(rumble) , like Michael Buffer!?
Shells is bustin' mask oni fire the iron on
Iron like I'm welding somethin'!
We workin' with bangers!
So if I catch a white face in
The hoodyou'll see about 36 chambers!
You KNOW I'm gon' clap! I let it go
It caught Iron in the face: Home Alone trap!
You could rap about how you lift the piece
It's not enough, Iron
They'll find your body with the fish in sea
(deficiency)
Said he had the Cal' out wildin'
Lyin' 'bout how he let it
Flythe Bow Wow Challenge!
This 380 gon' spark him either that
Or I'm whippin' the 12: Players' Club party!
Say it loud! This whole battle random
But, you watchin' Iron get smoked
Against The Animal: I'm cattle-brandin'
If he TRY, he DYIN'!
Get ya whole side ignited
Just bought a Ladder 49: I'm a firefighter!
Get your squad aired, weapon to dump
Put seven in one
Then they tryna give ya dawg years
You niggas gossip like a bitch!
You know the Claw Game machine?
Well, keep playin' wit' the Quarter 'til
There's a body on the grip! I SMASH dome in
Hospital bed will be ya LAST moment
Your vital signs will go from
"Mr wavy" to Ave slogan!
Aye, you know what? I don't PLAY like that!
'Cause it was lookin' like a "V-A"
And now it's straight like that!
You KNOW that he dyin'!
Extendo hangin' out the nina:
I'm 30'in' Iron!
BITCHyou can't keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide, or I'll do the job
You decide kill yourself!