URLtv, Chilla Jones, Rum Nitty - Rum Nitty vs. Chilla Jones lyrics

You wanted to dance with the devil
We in a ball room now
My style got flair on the low
 like a ball room gown
They said,  "Nitty go the small room crown"
Yeah, I heard all you clowns loud and clear
That's why I couldn’t turn the Volume down
You got me fucked up
But, you knew you wouldn't fair well
To call yourself "Rum"
And what's that? A clear L
Yeah well, Chilla Jones eliminates ops
I be stylin’ holmes
(homes) , like I renovate spots
The ratchet will take you out
Like a dinner date pop if Rum in the mix
It's only right I lick a (liquor) shot
Wait, stop tell Smack to get a reverend
Saga killed you
You here doing your Lazarus impression
If I have to grip a weapon


It's no fucks given he get the baby outta
Nowhere Immaculate Conception holy shit
I shake up rappers you take up after
Extended clip, send you to Heaven this
Must be Jacob's Ladder
Bitch you just made us madder
The 40 buck (Buc') like Alstott
Full clip with a round in
The head like bald spots
Screaming until my horse
You don't call shots
These west niggas thinkin' they sick
A buncha small 'Pacs (Smallpox)
And I’m the vaccine, gat scream
A tip make his hat lean, I’m that mean
Put his plasma on the wall like a flatscreen
They like to use Martin in they wack schemes
I'm switching to Living Single
The message I send clear
(Synclaire) when the MAC’s seen (Maxine)
He got over ten
(Overton) from a custom made pistol
The swagger mean, Khadijah James
I even put Flava on the magazine
Oh you clappin' beams?
Nah I ain't supportin' this Crip
If six rings then it’s Jordan and Pip'
Try tamper (Tampa) with me
But Florida knows I'm more than legit
Bar for bar you get outlined, we border
(bored of) ya shit
Think you a soldier in this
Ring I'll slaughter ya shit
This who they wishin' well
Well don't get wet when
The Quarter get flipped
So fuck the 4 in his grip
It's all fiction we buyin', fuck what his pen
(Penn) State
How y'all respect Nit' and he lyin'
(Nittany lion)?
Y'all niggas be tryin' everything
I guess actin' cocky is the plan
Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Shotty in my hand
Fresh prints when the cops caught him
I made him spray his own body with the can'
I know you wanna be the man
But, I'ma humble you the gun'll shoot
I keep heat like a bubble goose
I'm Rich' Nixon with the double deuce
You'll be MIA if I raise ya fuckin' roof
Uncle Luke rum chillin' around a bunch of
Fruit's like jungle juice
I got a couple screws loose but
I'm mentally in a new place
But on the flipside I'll ex
Out a Quarter like Two-Face boots lace
Fuck Rum and the shit he about to say
I'll pull a semi out and spray
You'll get buried over your dignity
You dig Nitty? Goodnow dig Nitty out a grave
Aye, aye, they say I got a problem with Rum
Oh y'all ain't gettin' it?
AA, problem with rum
They say the first step is admittin' it
So listen kid
I'm sick of shit, they say I'm lackin' appeal
But got an M with JC
Just from rappin' for real my shit is fire
That's what everything a nigga write is
(itis)
How y'all still sleepin' on me after the mil'
(meal) you roll with savages? Chill
Your big homie gon' pop a few? Oh KG
(Okay G) gon' let it ring
Anything is possible
Logical, I'm reppin' Boston on the court
You would get a limb picked
(Olympic) with five rings from
Walkin' wit' the torch
Why you grillin' on what I cook out here?
I'll bring everyone you brought into a corpse
See it's my Independence Day fair
I show 'em how the fire work
(firework) then get it poppin' on the 4th
Of course, I'm the number one shotta
Don dada when his hon' die (Hyundai) , shhh
Don't you tell son nada (Sonata)
Nitty sweet, RumChata
Fuck is you gon' crazy? My only question is
Are you Em'? Cause dawg Shady
Throwin' bullets out the shotgun like
It's third and long, play me
And if you see a 4th Quarter
Come back from a 12, it's Tom Brady
You saw me and JC go to war
And you don't get it still?
You chance of winnin' below zero my nigga
So this a different Chill i'm real
You might've battled dudes who sound
Like me but you ain't
Never stood in front of
Three rounds like these

Let me speak to y'all for a minute
We got Rum Nitty vs"it's ya boy DJ Akademiks"
I finally get to speak to Chilla
So look my nigga
I cheated you out yo' chain
And you might've won
Whatchu gon' do about it?
That's how I treat you bitches
Took it right off ya neck like Debo did it
But it got you back to
The league now didn't it?
They say I robbed you
I say I freed you nigga welcome home
Now it's time to see you die, who hot?
Make a nigga move spots
Best pen in the game? That's
Exactly what you not get you shot
I'm tryin' to be the cool guy
But, if I lose it I'll pull and
Air Chill out like "woo sah"
Trife shit, leave a nigga lifeless
Lie stiff, you not from my clique
Yeah we was Writer's Bloque but
Never had a bond, i'm a flight risk
I'm really like this
Bitch stop, when I March, 9 on me
Don't be actin' like a BIG shot
You gon' see the KingPen get popped, then pop
Suppressor on the big Glock
Quiet enough to hear the Pen (pin) drop
We step still, no cappin', these threats real
Scary, just hearing one give you
That hospital bed feel
I send a shooter it's the death deal
Whole set peel
Tell 'em leave your head peeled
That's an old school hit
So he only survives if my guy lets
(Let's) Chill
You know how your boys spit light
Torch shit, right?
Get the whole division ate (eight)
You might as well forfeit (four fit) twice
I close range bust it, get a stain from it
If he don't die
He lose most of his brain function
Gotta learn how to walk again so
His legs can gain muscle
The recovery for DJ Akademiks gon'
Be an Everyday Struggle
Make it hard to live, make it hot for Chill
Rock his grill
The round get stuck, now they can't ID ya
(idea) , he's got Writer's Bloque for real
You an enemy i'll take the coat off for
A bitch and body Chill
It's go from chivalry to shivering
I can't say your pen is weak but
Ya flow it be killin' me
It's weird, next day air
You dope with the wrong delivery
And you be doin' stupid shit "Eying Aaron
I in airin'" sound like you looped the shit
He gon' play it back, be confused as shit
You try angles
(triangles) we go over 'em and
Get lost Bermuda Trig you heard what I said
Yeah, fuck Writer's Bloque
You'll get fed lead
Cause, I ain't never seen you as
A friend Drop Dead Fred dead dead
Paint your whole head red close range
One foot away with the stick it's a peg leg
You can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or-

Fuck that I got more now!
Only reason shit be lookin' debatable
Cause, I got short rounds
When the lead smokin', leave your head open
Niggas can't see Rum on the flo'
That's on a dead homie
He look like the type that cooperate with 12
Don't he? Keep it Frank, outside the ring
Chilla will put the FEDS on me
But, I kept goin'
Pull it, get set to shoot, I'm still
(steel) mad
This gon' get real bad, but just for you
Or Heckler & Koch
I'll put it right under his head and shoot
So it interrupt words
Ain't that what a heckler do? Pro style
Show you what this motherfuckin' pole 'bout
30 clip, if I get mad and
(Madden?) lose it like 21 blowout
The Loc out, and I feel like I'm top three
Stop comparisions
I'm definitely not them and they not me
If I say some dumb shit like
"Make me show the grip in the palm G"
You can try, you'll be takin' a risk
(wrist) , that means it's in arm's reach
You all weak, I'll dog walk
You, one hand, no talk, lump fam' sneak and
(sneakin') Chill unannounced like Bruh Man
I'll up cans press against ya forehead with
The tool barrel let it OD on him and jet
Now I got the juice world (Juice Wrld)
I'm too thorough don't compete with me
Niggas can't feed Nitty
Remix it, for the record
Deal did you bad it was a 360
Keep 50's, I don't gotta murk him with these
Knife game
Shut an organ down, he internally bleed
Soon as this bitch go and deliver
It stop workin' maternity leave
You can't- I'm fuckin' done nigga!

Cornellpowell
Remeber you called Twork out for the fade
I was tryin' to keep you calm yo
I mean how you think that shit was gon' go?
He would've did you wrong bro
But, you was pissed in a battle like
"Nah man you don't say certain
Shit in a battle" got outside like
"He did not look this big in the battle
Sorry to waste your time Smack
Let's go inside and finish the battle"
Nigga was rattled
I guess the beef wasn't real, no Mcdowells
This pussy tried fuckin' with blood and
Should've thrown in the towel hold ya "bows"
I don't politic in general
Shots'll enter through your colon
(Colin) Powell
And to be technical, that was flagrant too
(two) man, Jones is foul
How you claimin' you sprayin' bald
Heads like Major Payne? But Twork
(twerk) had you lookin' worse than
Lizzo at the Laker game fake and lame
A Lakers' jersey wouldn't make you Worthy
Bandana on the 50 bitch boy
Yeah Nitty gon' make 'em Beg For Mercy
But let me flip that
Bring him all kind of smoke
You just a Kid, Kid and I'm the GOAT
See in this Game
He Banks on punches that y'all like to quote
Here's where I G-Unit and Buck
50 just to spite a (Spider) Loc
Claimin' you got that Yayo
Always playin' villain in ya raps
Well if you dish raw then I'm Jigsaw
I guess we both make a killin' in the trap
Boy, I split jaws, push ya feelin'
(fillings) to the back red dot, bald head
I make him look like Krillin wit' the strap
I'm back, and it's my time for real
I'm a gun fanatic
Follow the guidelines of Chill if you Rum
Then I'm vodka that's five times the steel
(distill) you ain't a SMACK nigga
You started on Grind Time for real
Then King Of The Dot, then Smack
Just had to remind you so it's clear
Cause in an interview you said
"Chilla Jones we don't respect
His writing over here"
But, I frighten most ya peers
I mean little man complex but still comin' up
Short at the height of his career
If you the highest in ya tier
Then it's time to perform
Why you think you in my category for
(four) when I'm a more wilder storm?
Headshot, Powell
(pow will) be quiet and I ain't
Even screw the silencer on
You gettin' torn boy
I'm not a nigga that you might be
K-Shine smoked you, had you lookin' tight G
Bigg K spazzed on you
Beat you to the white meat
It's only right this third K
Leave him under white sheets
You light heat and won't damage me
When I write shit, I keep it tight knit
(Nit') like close family no sanity
Don't try to fight me neither
Or catch a bullet tryin' to go the
Fade route like a wide receiver
I'm cruisin'
I hit the Nas then it might be 'Ether'
I school him y'all better learn from Cornell
Like an Ivy Leaguer tiny heaters on my lap
I'm in the back while my bitch whippin'
West side Phoenix, yup
Ridin' through ya strip trippin'
Deuce deuce with a baby 9 load
The kid grippin'
I take every little thing and point it out
I'm knit (Nit') pickin'
I've been in Hollywood writin'
Tonight? The script flippin' this time
If I put you in a plot I'm ditch diggin'
Bitch listen i been sittin' in the back
When you meet wit' mobsters
Shells crack then we dip with butter
We eatin' lobster he said he surgeon
(serve gin) with a 9 on him like he's a vodka
I ain't buyin' it for real
I'm a secret shopper
I protect my home and got hella pads
(helipads) so I keep a chopper
Stomach shot, I'm tryin' to hit the core Rum
(decorum) so keep it proper
You gon' need a doctor if I
War witchu for more issues
See I bucket, then I'm on ya
(Ammonium) wit' the stick moppin'
The floor wit' you
Or get you, cruisin' in that Malibu, yup
That's how it go Rum give his apple ten
(Appleton) then cap him more
Than (Captain Morgan) let
It baow (bow) like an old monk

Awww, not that
I know, a long ass liquor scheme
But he don't understand himself take notes
I'm teachin' Rum how to brand himself
I blam myself with everything I
Got in the holster i'm Offset
I stay wit' a ratchet and father
A Culture so where's Cardi at?
They say a Volume card is
Where the bars be at
I beat Steams and I bring Chess
(chest) pain like a cardiac
The blade's serrated with a Jagged Edge
So 'Where The Party At'?
And it's a sharp one
'bout to get dark Rum Bacardi Black
I'm back!
Nigga there's nothin' you can do with me
Fuck you thought?
Everybody dies except you Nitty?
No nigga, everybody dies accept unity

Aye, I just don't be rappin' 'bout it
My nigga I've livin' through it
Really shootin' and it's no 6'9"in'
The code of silence we stickin' to it
This'll prove it
They say a closed mouth don't get fed
The nigga that open his mouth
Can send you to Him lift the Ruger
Catch a few straight rounds
You won't get up after these hit you
I bet you stay down
I just showed a pastor what
The tool game 'bout now I hit Jones town
(Jonestown) with a Colt (cult) and leave
Him cool laid (Kool-Aid) out
You 'bout to get all the smoke
And take so many punches the fans yellin'
(Get off the ropes) shit done got real
We all drill get Smack stabbed and robbed
A couple options that you got still (steel)
I can chop you
Have bullets riddling his body when I peel
And may I ADD i can not chill (knot Chill)
Try and you dead, your life on the edge
Kill yourself
He was better suiciding instead
I'm nice wit' the lead
What's a pen to a Jay-Z verse? You
Get the 16 right in the head
Bomb on him, Sig's
(cigs) so big the alarm goin'
You better tell 'em "Give me room" Beasley
The 9's smokin' no talkin' we just send him
Pull up, hop out, caught a nigga slippin'
Got bodied in an instant
Glock with thee extension

Nitty stops to drink out of his water bottle
And after the water break
This bitch can pop at any minute
Get the business, but half you really chumps
Won't kill nothin', won't let nothin' die
It's not static that you want
'Matic out the trunk i'll clap you niggas up
Why lay (Wale) hands on him, I'll let
It sing 'On Chill'
It'll be a tragedy for months
Me and you are not alike, I dip off
Go get the tool if niggas hype
And slide back and address you
I'm movin' like I'm Mike
Ruger wit' the light
If I shoot you I'm doin' life
And the Aftermath is Death Row
Cause the doctors (Dr's) goin' to be losin'
You tonight (to Knight) nigga we on that
Red dot, bingo
You better run before you pass
Tim Tebow stats
We tote MACs, keep at least three fo' straps
In case I gotta take a kingpin
(Kingpen) down, it's the Rico Act
EFB the mob clique
It's who I rock wit' off rip we all trippin'
And hold it down like a hostage
Hot shit, ya top lift, I peel
(pill) and stop Jones in (jonesing)
His tracks like Suboxone
I should up the cal' and smoke you
How the Loc do?
Reckless Poetic Justice you lucky
I don't go postal if I slide through
You catch everything the 9 shoot
You gon' die too
Ring on the bitch right beside you
And I don't stop, I let death do it's
(us) part, that's how "I do"
I'll be on that, keep a do' shit
Where ya house at then push ya scalp back
That you get buried now
Ya family not knowin' ya whereabouts
We're about that you finna die at the end
As far as you winnin', you never had a shot
It's nothin' fire in (firin') pen (pin)
I came from the Southwest to
Kill a rival I'm in let it fly in the wind
If I get dealt a bad
Hand I'll take y'all Spirit
You'll never be United again
I'm talkin' real early day mornin'
This the part you're
(departure) going to need security or it's
Gon' get terminal for you
I'll take 357 over the large TEC
Cause it don't drop the shells
That the law test it ain't a hard guess
So I threw the stick out for the bulldog
It ain't far fetched i know you nigga worry
Came to see me in a small room
You know I do you dirty
It's my fifth Volume in a row
Smack knowin' I be irkin'
He a perc head, this nigga Jones in
(jonesin') for a 30 you finna fuckin' die
You already got one foot in the gravei'll
Push you down the other five
Can't keep it real yourself
Suicide or I'll do the job

That whole airline shit was fire
But this ain't what you want here
You a rival
(arrival) , but just know I gotta pump here
So you Crip, right? So Jet Blue
Cause this 12 will make your front tear
(Frontier)
I'll put a $1, 000 on yo' head nigga
Go fuck yaself the stick wavin' for a band
Better watch how you conduct yourself
I'm somethin' else
That's why they all do impressions
Like my pen iffy they can't spit wit' me
This shit is in black and white Sin City
Boy, I'm Neo in The Matrix
You can't punch nor kick with me
But everybody thinkin' they fuckin'
With The One, yeah it's a trend Nitty
(Trinity)
But them witty, compared to these dimwit's
I been litty and with 4's I'm airin' a
(Mariner) nigga Ken Griffey
Man it's shitty how it all went down
I thought the squad was perfect
Me and Magic influenced the way
That you jot your verses
Remember in Writer's Bloque when you had
Writer's block and forgot your purpose?
I was the that gave Rum
A spark like bottle service
You expected it not to surface?
Ain't no controllin' that
But niggas push my buttons, so I
Let go of the Bloque, no holdin' back
The culture asked me how it happened
Shit I said the truth
Writer's Bloque found out in a blog
That Nitty left the group
They was dissin' you on Reddit, I read it
Then I defended you
Could've put "fuck you" all over them treads
Conor Mcgregor suit
But that's why I can't mess witchu
Mentally a teenager
Ditched the Bloque for Team Homi
You was mad you didn't beat Danja
We seen it comin' but
The fact you tried to stab us
In the back seemed stranger
You had the dagger in yo' hands a blew
(blue) it, like the Green Ranger
See stranger ya biggest road block
The fact you like to throw shots
But no matter how many cliques you rep'
You'll always be a chip off the old block
(Bloque) it don't stop
See anybody can punch
But when it has substance it's different
For instance
You cancelled your release party cause
No one was attendin'
You not the nigga in Arizona
Niggas bump in they whip and they all sober
Don't nobody want Rum in they system
And it's ironic, listen

Pause! And it's ironic, listen
For you to say when I jot my writtens
There's no double meanings like when I'm
Scheming it's not entendre written
A lot is hidden
And I don't know whether or not you kiddin'
Cause you was rockin' fake J's hopin'
Niggas ain't spot the difference
I was livin' in Arizona, comfortable
When you was the URL star without
A pot to piss in
Goin' back and forth between a trap house
And where your baby mama livin'
Workin' at Wal-Mart stockin' fixtures
Tryin' to move up to Loss Prevention
I had a two bedroom
All new appliances and my spotless kitchen
You tryin' to spot the difference?
Nigga our spots is different
See how this shit can cost a price?
So instead of tryin' to spot the difference
Get to a different spot in life
Now do I got this right? Ya manager quit
Y'all goin' through a breakup cause
He wouldn't take a paycut
You lookin' shaky now that Rich is gone, huh
You goin' bankrupt?
You think I'm mad about a chain cuz?
None of y'all can budge me
You know I beat Real Deal and
How I got robbed was ugly
Two to the head, one to the chest
And after these three rounds only
God can judge me trust me
Fuck the battle shit think it's a game
I will bomb on a Quarter Nit'
(coordinate) , we playin' Battleship
You always rappin' shit about guns
I mean it's lyrically cool
But really it proves
You fallin' off with the flow infinity pools
You always rappin' 'bout smokin' a Sig'
(cig') and that's why I'm
Givin' these jewels (Juuls)
See Nitty refused to evolve
But, you need a win i kill niggas
Send 'em back where they from with no reason
And I got the mothership now I'm beamin' him
New gun what I cop kill a
(killer) couple Queen and Slim
Nigga the Kingpen is back!
Who said I'm done in the game?
I'm just in time to put "Late"
In front of ya name
"The Late Cornell Powell"
That's how you say it right Cornell
That's what everyone in ya house said
What's funny is that hospital Cornell
Gon' to be pronounced "dead" so go to bed
Nigga there's nothin' you can do wit' me
Fuck you thought? Everybody dies
Except you Nitty?
No nigga, everybody dies accept unity

Let's rap aye niggas was bringin' up me
Havin' a job befo' well let the games begin
Cool, we all know the streets are lose
Lose, I'm tryin' to play to win
But, you? Was never outside though
You was stayin' in
I was in the dope spot, Smack and re-rock
(Roc) like I'm finna battle Tay again
If I up it I'ma squeeze that
Dangerous, I ain't playin' you should evac'
We strapped, big rounds out the heat clap
Stretch you, if he try to wrestle
I lay the pin (Pen) down with three Smack
You better do your best rappin'
Or your death tragic
Runnin' out of breath gaspin'
Bow! The Colt knock off
Chilla like Rex rappin'
Or I throw the TEC at him
Tell him kill himself and do the job straight
I don't gotta yell, you get talked into it
In a calm (intercom) way
The clip like a boomerang on a long K
And this bitch draws down with Grace
Jones: Strangé whoever play get killed
I raise blue steels Coors Light?
These is custom cans and they only made two
(to) Chill i ain't wit' all of that
I got no reply for a nigga
I'll let the clip holla back
If I show up to where you live it's a wrap
By the time you notice I'm at
Your door, you a victim
I woulda got a kick outta that
I'ma vet' for real you ain't made it to that
Status and probably never will
Let it peel, your head'll spill
Whatchu want? The long 9 or
The short 4 Chilla, you better chill
I'll leave a nigga lifeless
I'll follow you, creepin' wit' the rifle
I watch (iWatch) you go to the pad
Like I'm syncing my devices
I'll be on they heels non-stop
You at the bottom feedin'
I'm tryin' to see a mil' (meal) off top
Kill all ops run or you will get popped
Ironic when the gun firin' pin
(Pen) break and he still get shot
It take like 20 lines to do the shit dawg do
But, I can scheme
In one bar like Blizzard off Juice
When it's yo' turn you get the Sigs
(cigs) on Q (cue)
These ain't imaginary guns, we packin' 'em
Deadly shot, release accurate
Pull up, green Challenger, three passengers
Let it air off with the mask like sleep apnea
Got 'em yellin' "Mayday!" it's melee
For the record, what I got instore, smokin'
(smoke and) Chill, it's crackin' day day
Don't fuck wit' me
That loss to John John look humbling
After that die and L
(Donell) Jones was thinkin' this ain't
'Where I Wanna Be'
I upped the piece, you gon' die in seconds
Fire weapons
Air around 30, like tire pressure
You don't got it this nice
You can see the effect when I
Punch like a comic book fight
Meanwhile, I can do what you
Do in yo' weak rounds
And you'll get beat, with the pen, so cold
I might kick a freestyle catch a beatdown
You won't make it out this bag
The pen (pin) watered down like Alcatraz