URLtv, Rum Nitty, Holmzie Da God - Rum Nitty vs. Holmzie Da God lyrics

They said
"no" every time because you lack my ascension
Aye P
I've been askin' the same question for years
And y'all just now gettin' it (Nit')?
I see you niggas lack comprehension
Cause we all know you number one on the app
And I don't give a fuck or care
Less how this guy might feel
Cause, I've studied every move
You could possibly make
And now that I know how y'all favorite plays
This shit finna be a highlight reel
Your last opponent told you how
Big a fan he is i used to be one too
I can't pretend bro
But then I remembered I grew up
In the hood with no AC
So all that fan shit went out the window
Nigga so what you they favorite
Catch you lackin' with a


24 karat Desert Eagle
Up it, squeeze and blast
I'll pull up, hop out with a golden cal'
(cow) and baow (bow) to an idol
And this shit'll make Jesus mad
If you the final guy
I'll make shit difficult for you
I'm talkin' paranoia and hella
Trouble in ya vibes
I find him, we killin' son
It's gonna be blood all on the door
And a whole bunch on my 9
But, if I get a location on where this loc is
(locust) we pullin' up where you reside
And as soon as we get the call that fam' in
(famine) the Lan'
We gon' make sure that nothin' survive
You motherfuckers know the vibes
Me killin' this nigga will help
Y'all sleep better at night
"Blood on the door"
"killin' son" "locust" "famine"
This loss gon' plague you for
The rest of your life
Blade out, leave a slit in ya neck
You' gon' lose your voice if you take
Too long to get it sutured up
Ain't it crazy what one small ripple effects?
Nigga this shit'll fuck your whole future up
Ruger's tucked, MAC's, AK's
TEC-9's and all kinda shit
Cause my pistol play outta this world
And shit tend to up and
Disappear when mine'll lift (monolith)
But let me guess
You see your ops and let the 380 shoot after
You done ringin' 'em up at the Wal-Mart
Nigga stop, you baby Groot cause this lil'
Muhfucker is all bark
But when Rum punch, niggas get punch drunk
Well let's see if he can fuck with me
Better yet, scratch Rum punch, I'ma stay away
From the bars with alcohol in 'em
I'm in recovery
Luckily, he ain't die when I left his
Show red with the Smith &
Recovery? That's cause he at the hospital
Doorand the first step is admission
I caught Rum and his homies lackin'
But, I ain't the nigga that
They wanted to see
They ain't gon' get a bullet though
It'll just be cuz' (because)
For any reason that I want it to be
But let you niggas run up on me and
That's exactly when the Glock finna spray
It's gonna be slow singin' and a

Whole bunch of plot diggin' today
One of ya homies gettin' clapped
The other gettin' knocked out honestly cause
I am not finna play
I'm talkin' shoot your right hand
Then knock one of your lil' friends
Like your mama used to say
I'm dangerous with these guns
Boy, I do this shit so gracious
A bullet flew as soon as the arm popped out
And this loc ate it (dislocated)
Clip blazin'
Keep squeezin' 'til this shit is
All full of nothin'
Dislocated? That was off the muscle
All from me pullin' somethin'
Bullets dumpin'
Bitch I'm a fool clappin' birds
It's all fun and games 'til
My hand on the stick, than I up the grip
We seein' who battin' first
They told me this was a dummy mission
He got nothin' for me don't fuckin' bore me
This whole battle I'ma be upstairs
But that's another story
I'm clutchin' shorty, pistol whip
Strike him with the Sig' once
Then the 'matic pop, static shock
I'll light this nigga lid up then what?
A Glock prolly, a cocked shotty
Y'all gon' see a bullet hit Rum in the tee
(tea) like a hot tottie do not try me
Niggas know how I give it up, so why play
Everybody wanna call God out by his name
Until I'm sendin' bullets y'all way (Yahweh)
It's my day and I bring a different type
Of feel to niggas so like a realtor nigga
When you doin' all them Holmz flips
Just make sure it sound real to niggas
Cause there's rounds like this round

Aye, I done let y'all slide too long
There's no mo' free shots at the throne
Cause this shit don't move me but on 2
3 it will not stop the zone
After I got called for Holmz
I called Gotti phone
Like, "I got God it's on"
He said, "You got God or Holmz?"
Shit, I don't know if he's
Called "God" or "Holmz"
But, I know God called him home
You known, as a struggle bar angle nigga
Prolly gon' get up here and talk to me
Ain't you nigga? I hate you niggas
With random shit in your bars
Tryin' to relate to niggas
I think it's filler it be nobody at all
Y'all: "My inmate number 247638 my nigga
In the cage with killers
We had to knuckle up, pushin' heavy
I made my celly take the upper bunk
I remember this one time
I had to-" shut it up! Cause you still
(steal) a bitch
And that story you tellin'you've done enough
You might've smoked Saga with
The Mike P angle, but it wasn't tough
Cause, I dropped a Horse before the police
(Pulice) got to him, like Buttercup
I'ma fuck you up
I hope you ain't think that took
Any type of skills for real
Cause in that case
You had the wrong judgement
And it's all uphill (appeal) from here
For real for real
After this I may get locked, pissed off
If I'm PO'd, it don't matter what you weigh
(UA) , you gon' get dropped for Don Marino
I spilled a whole bottle of Mexican
Tequila from the tip top
But, you still won't worm your
Way outta this shot bitch stop
Niggas be all talk but fear me
Cause off top, I ain't lost too many
Cautious, you probably won't survive
All this really

So much blood loss it's scary
They like, "Look at his body"
They won't think God made it
Like the Darwin Theory
On Insane I walk this really
I'm from the situations livin' dangerous
From a youngin' really bangin'
And usually the number on the street
Or the ave you niggas hangin'
Is how many seconds you get initiated daily
There's a difference between bein' caught up
In it and really participatin' authenticated
It be them niggas that was barely in it
Tellin' all the stories, tryin' to relive it
And the niggas that was really spinnin'?
Scarred mental
They lowkey tryin' to forget it
But, you done done, I brung out
A 50, 16 in the clip, plus one
I'm takin' somebody with me I don't get it
Why would you even sit me with this lame?
When they say, "Nitty could be the GOAT
If he just add somethin'
Different to his game" all I do is punch
I don't be switchin' up my lane
Over and over the same
Thing expectin' different results
Bitch I really am Insane
On the gang you really
Ain't gon' murk nothin' you said you did the
Tournament just so Coffee
MyVerse and Hustle will let you fuck?
Too much thirst brother
Let me put you on some game
You might learn somethin'
You tryin' to find an easy way
To get yo' smash on? Might just have to call
Jaz phoneher work number i'ma burn somethin'
In these small rooms, I'm on my own
I mean, I'm on the throne
This my profession
This where you don't wanna try this at Home
Little nigga I'm grown
Anything you did, I done mastered it
Like trappin' shit? Illmaculate
Even when the work was no good
I never seen an addict quit (inadequate)
I'm talkin' back when niggas had beepers
Just to make that sell
You post up, and the pager
(page'll) keep goin' off, like Facebook Jail
For real if I send a gang, it's hell
They squeezin' ratchets
First and second they light you
Up in the skies, wreaking havoc
Third, fourth and fifth, they put
You in the ground son
I'm tryin' to see it happen
We viewin' this body on the sixth
You gettin' put to rest on the seventh
It only took a week to plan it damn it
Can it, I'll pop this bitch
Up the nose he caught the stick
Test me and I'll shut down this whole event
I'm that positive bitch

Before I get into whatever the
Fuck my second consist of
Maybe angles, maybe jokes
Or lines about the hammers I bang
Y'all seen Friday After Next, right?
Don't cuz look like the little
Nigga that be like
"I heard y'all got new security guards that's
Out here harassin' our grandma and things"
But, it's the Gun Line King
Always quick to reach for his
Belt with the straps
And them punches got y'all thinkin'
This Little Man Complex
But he just used that to pick up
For everything else that he lack
It ain't that you only punch
But why every punch gotta be a gun?
You got these niggas seriously fooled
And the way you dress it up
Come off as cheap threads
Strictly based on the material you use
Similar to a ball of yarn
Cause with them punches
You manage to stitch through every loophole
So, we know the bull fire lead
Every line is met with the sticks
What you crocheting?
Or he got the 4 by your head
Always the same pattern, like a quilt
Find something new to try instead
And y'all gon' keep stringing him along
Until there's nothin' left for

(k) Nit' and he holdin' on by a thread
That's why you should either pick a
New pocket or find proper placement
And I only reference a ball of yarn
Just to let you cats know I
Ain't nothin' to play with
I'll send a nigga that bang red
And blue to hit him up
Cause joint mission is a
Different type of effort
And when you find out a Blood
And a Crip did it?
That shit send a different type of message
You think EFB finna help you?
Huh, six feet is where y'all finna be
I wish the fuck I would
Let somebody short stop
(shortstop) what I'm doin'
I'd rather swing on him
So watch your pitch when you talkin' to me
But let me guess, you gon' flip Holmz
(homes) like real estate when
The Glock finna peel or, no, no, no
It's like The Purge cause when it's time
To ride out you got Holmz
(homes) on lock with the steel
Nigga keep playin' with me and I'll have
Your whole family wearin' all black attire
They don't wanna keep hearin' shot after
Shot after shot after sh-
Even if you rap it (rapid) fire
I get it though
Cause niggas like Cuz Webb got hella punches
And will have the fans turnin' in they seats
That's cool and all
But niggas like me got substance
And the difference between Webb and ours
(webinars)
Muhfuckas can learn just what I speak
Why Webb though?
Cause with them punches you put your
Own little spin on it?
The fans find enticement in your talents
They catch all that fly shit and eat it up
Huh?
They think it's exciting how you balance
Every line is unique and you
Made it your own, right?
With the writin' you be wildin'
That's cool and all
But switch up every now and then cause webs
(Cuz Webb) tend to leave you stuck
In spite of man's (Spiderman's) talents
Spiderman? Cause my morale is
(Morales) is to black so y'all don't
Care what's in web (Webb) cartridge
All that hate left Venom in my heart
And I won't stop 'til the only
Thing that's left is Carnage but pause it
You liked that Spiderman shit, didn't you?
Keep it real yourself
Either suicide or I'll do
The job, you decide, right?
Kill yourself no nigga, build yourself!
You'll be dangerous if you're
More well rounded
I won't deny that the shit that
You do get off is dope

But that same loophole gon' end up stranglin'
You 'til there's no chance available
And it's gonna be hard for him
To get off the ropes
I managed to merge both of
His slogans in one concept
God damn it, need I do more?
And I only did that, cause over time
It's no way to flat out
End the Fourth Quarter
So I tied 'em both up to even the score
These hands? Like anesthesia
You know the medicine from dentists
One hit'll put him smooth out
I only said it if (sedative) I meant it
Machete out
Take everything from the shoulder down
Now a one arm tux is what he's buried in
As soon as I seen that Nephilim
Since you wanna be Alien
In your face nigga now what?
On my waist with the pound tucked
Or the chopper, full of 762's
And you'll get eight
(ate) when it's round up
Niggas been lookin' for a way to cook Rum?
Well here's the recipe
You better have insurance on your house
Your car and your healthcare especially
I'll wait until everybody leave a spot
Just to make sure no one else
There to mess with me
And once his resource is low, in come Holmz
(income homes) and now your
Welfare is in jeopardy
I could've killed him without noticin'
But, I made a flash from the left
Before I let him have the shit
And I only brought it up so he
Could see it from the other side
I was playin' devil's advocate
And it's crazy
Cause this round is worse than my last one
Time

This shit ain't finna work no mo'
(I'm talkin' to Smack again)
This shit ain't finna work no mo'
I'm supposed to be battlin' niggas like
Cal' and Verb fo' sho'
Y'all niggas went out and gave me Verbico
This shit dirty bro
But on Insane Crip I'm finna start chargin'
You niggas double for my service though
I'm finna smoke you
Even though I ain't tryin'
And I ain't tryin' ruin him
Cause you did this for the opportunity
To get your name higher
I did this for the dead presidents
I ain't lyin' so tell me, how can Nitty die
Givin' a shot to a wave rider?
Try me, if a nigga play, I'ma demonstrate
You prolly seen this shot goin' a
Different way like a ricochet
I get in range and split a face
You'll get snapped on, I'll bat Holmz
(homes) , his shit'll cave
A nigga brave thinkin' he ain't in danger
Playin' witcha life will make me take it
The power's in my hands Kamaya maya
I made ya, break ya face than shake it
Bro get cut foul, then his throat get cut now
That shit'll open up Loud
Like a cake container change the game up
I'll lay you down with this razor out
Put a remix on your features
They all separated now
Anything can set (cassette) me off
Cause if I flip and bring out the B-side
They bringin' tape around who playin' now?
You better make your next move your best move
You see how I did Don? Disrespectful
Stretched dude
He ain't die but needed surgery
For a head wound dreadful
Woke up talkin' to the operator in Spanish
And you about to get pressed too (2)
You gon' check who? Calm it down killer
Cause if I line up the Sig'
(cig') and ask "Who wants
Smoke" in the building
We know it's not a Loud (allowed) nigga
I'll end him i do not stall
They was just sleepin' on the material
Like chloroform on a washcloth
Sayin', "punchlines don't work"
But that's all false
Cause, I can flip any Holm' word
(Homeward) and you Bound to take
A loss dawg (lost dog) i been to shot y'all
Glock be in my denim
Let me put it to your roof Holmz (homes)
You already know off top what I'm concealing
And I hate a nigga

Talkin' while I'm spittin'
Like, "That was light"
You respondin' to my writtens
Give me more reaction
Just know I got it in the buildin'
Nigga you trippin'
You must be thirsty to get bodied
Have you ever used WebMD?
You searchin' for a problem and I got 'em
Whole squad on go
If we slide on cuz block, you know Rum shot
Hands down, drive the boat
They talk the most until choppers show
That's when you see a little
Bitch come out of Holmz
(homes) like a doggie do' i let off the pole
Serve cuz throw him in a trunk, burn some
You can be as Loud as you want
But, your body never turned (turnt) up
Your turns up, and it stops with me
Glock in reach i shoot, and drop Holmz
(homes) on the spot like Monopoly
You hot? Let's see this is it damn it
Big standards but don't fuck up your shot
Cause after this, they gon' give Holmz Sikh
(home sick) if you miss family
This bitch blam it i get all y'all murdered
I empty out and then toss my burner
Throw the steel and
(stealing) change, like a car wash worker
Serve you i'm tryin' not to lose my control
But, if I bring this little power out
I might blow a fuse boxin' Holmz
(box in homes) lock and load
I ain't gon' play with y'all
Thangs will draw two mini MACs
(macks) , welcome to the Player's Ball
Take a loss
If this bitch blow, you gon' get smoked
It got intense (in tents) but we ain't
Seen Holmz (homes) since, like Skid Row
Big fo' you can't keep it real yourself-

Tryin' to come up with a unique angle
For Nitty was damn near torture
Shit was stressin' me dawg
And then it hit me like four days ago
And now I got a question for y'all
Arsonal, Brizz, Chess, Charron, DNA, Geechi
John John, JC, Iron, suge
Now what do these ten names have in common?
Well the fact that they all
Battled him is one but that's ten
Million viewed niggas that don't have a
Million viewed battle with Rum
We used to question why you
Don't got no clean bodies
But this shit say a lot now
Cause it ain't just them
It's even more standin' after that ten count
Which explains why you never had a knockout
This whole time, I'm thinkin' he the apex
But in all actuality
This motherfuckas a victim
He get up here and say a
Hundred crazy punches every battle
And we only remember five
When the rounds down
The other 95? We fuckin' forget 'em
And this isn't actual like, criticism
Take it as like
An opinion from a fan and shit
Cause, I remember thinkin' you was on
The verge of 30ing Top
And I was wonderin' how he
Was going to handle it
And that nigga said one line and
Made us forget everything cuz said
Honestly, I don't understand the shit
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
Cause the nigga smoked you
With one haymaker and
Now he gets sponsored by Haymaker Cannabis
Another list:
Surf, John John, Shine, Clips and Geechi
As far as they URL battles and views
All they fights with Rum is
In they bottom five
And this is actual facts y'all can
Look up and shit too i ain't gotta lie
And it's not even a question
If this motherfucka can rap
I'm just tryin' to figure out, how
Ya outside influence is so low

But, you become number one on the app
You can't blame politics
Cause niggas always win the popular vote but
We never see they ass get elected
I'm just tryin' to figure out
How on the app you
First in impressions but you rarely
Leave a lasting impression
This is prolly why Hitman
Daylyt and Hollow won't battle you
And it ain't cause you average
They just know a battle with Nitty will
More than likely decrease they view average
That's why them stupid ass
Punches you been throwing
Don't even slightly impress me
We both known around the world why Web
(b) think URL the proper site to impress me?
You battle names bigger than you then views
Start to sink like a slow leak
Once you give niggas a shot it plateau
Your numbers just don't speak
As far as views, you don't got that many M's
This motherfucker is so meek
You goddamn right your arms are too
Small to box with God
Nigga, you done give me a
Puncher with no reach
We turned the garage to a storage bin
With PCP and heroin we helped
The whole shake down
I'm talkin' hella wet and more
"boy" than a Cortez round
Then I graduated to movin' powder
First night shift I was
Movin' the 'cane faster
After it was up I seen the
First big stack in my face
Like you when niggas question
Your gang status
But go 'head and throw your set in my grill
Nigga test me, the TEC squeeze
Or chop it off and throw it
The fuck in the water
And now all y'all see is blood in
The water and a red "C" (sea)
Or a blade out open his chest just to see
Exactly how his heart bled
And I'ma hack until I find something
Nobody else got access to
This shit finna get dark Web (b)
A quick bag
An easy win? This ain't gonna be those
Hand on the handle, ready to make a scandal
Lookin' to get somethin' exposed
The slugs out, he seen the gun and he froze
What? I gotta tell you I'ma kill you?
You need a clue or something? It's here
(hair) motherfucker, literally
Right under your nose
The difference between me and him
He "raps good" but the thing about Holmz
They ain't believe what he said
That's cause my passion is unmatched
And conviction almost at 100
Bitch I could compete with the Feds
Believe me he dead
Put Nitty in the ring with me
You done lost it now
I be on these stages with
Hella poise and control
'til the point it make you sick
If you need assistance
You should call 'em now intangibles as well
Be walkin' around this bitch with
Charisma in large amounts
I'm talkin' hella personality and presence
(presents) I ain't even want
Like it's the thought that counts
You done lost it now
Niggas put me in the ring with
Nit' and I'ma cook his ass
In all actuality you takin' this battle
Is the thought that counts
And you shouldn't have
You niggas come with confidence but
Then be leavin' in shame
After a nigga battle me he
Don't be speakin' the same
If this nigga think he ride
I'ma creep in his lane
Don't be talkin' about The God
Don't be speakin' in vain

They say, "All Nitty can really do is a punch
Do that shit all the fuckin'
Time he's not doin' enough"
Some of these niggas be up here preachin'
Motivational speakin' searchin' for reasons
Just really doin' too much
Like you tried to coach B dot
On how that nigga rapped
Sayin' all he did was rap
You tried to give him some pointers on
How he could fix his rappin'
Then he came back, spit his rap
We like, "This shit a wrap"
You did everything but the main
Objective in a battle, which is attack
This shit is wack
Don Marino was up here calling
Me "the greatest father
In the world" while he was gettin' clapped
This shit is wack
So fuck what you talkin' 'bout I'm
Just gonna bar you out, all the rounds
Straight to the point
While you bore 'em out talkin' loud
Like fuck is you sayin'?
Just for playin' I'll back out on Holmz
(homes) like a Barbie house
You gon' stop me how? I'll be amazed
Back up, give me a little space, man
(Spaceman) I won the VMA's squeeze the K
Run up on an alien and release it
Like the CIA he a fake
Don't even bring a mistake out Holmz
(stakeout homes) i've been waitin' on you
I may extort you
You ain't that smart, I know you think
(thank) God
I've been praying (preying) on you
Bang this on you
The 9 fly, he ain't even see this comin'
He had his locks in his face
I caught him from the blond (blind) side
You all die (dye) do not try me
I'm about to put a nigga in the morgue and
(Morgan) that's God like Bruce Almighty
Violent hawk a nigga down
Lace you, lake you
Put you in the water 'til you found
Turn your body to bait (debate)
If I took this 30 to one
(2-1) you know he probably took a round
Put you down coffin drop you all get shot
Give your whole family the business
Startin' with your mom and pop nigga stop
Actin' like you the only one who sold zones
Hold on the big bad wolf
I really had bricks, sticks and blow Holmz
(homes) amphetamines, soft white
If you sniffin' somethin', it the number
Basically, I can make the sell Holmz
(homes) if they fix an (fixer) upper
Whole clique was hustlin'

Trappin', robbin', active, slidin'
All the juvenile time that we spent
It was a whole lot of prime a teen missed
(Primatene mist) like an asthma problem
In the streets with the gangstas
You rap a lot of good shit but
We don't believe in what you sayin'
I'll squeeze I ain't playin'
Dome shot, light up the skull on Holmz
(homes) like Halloween decorations
Your death is waitin'
And you'll get clapped first to
Make the match worse i'll off him
Really "dog" him if "God" give me back words
(backwards)
You should've checked the stats first
I'm mo' polished
I'm 'bout to do you dirty Holmz (homes)
Curtain closed show stopper
Tryin' to prove yo' talent
Against me? Bro wildin'
It's always gon' end in a negative result
You don't got it
On Insane, you can't keep it real yourself
Suicide