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[round 1: ness lee]
welcome to atlanta ole’ p_ssy ass n_gga
where everybody gettin’ green
folks still think we can’t rap even though we are the winning team
can and silly string [?] it seems
stupid ass n_gga like you from outta town be runnin’ into me
i hear you battlin’ suge
[?] with ya laundry before a shotgun k!lls you
this that ricky scream
cause i’m a shooter too
he seen the king and duck or i’ll flip his top and end him in the alley n_gga, sidney dean
all you do is watch movies and write silly schemes
but i am not the one, i always disagree with billy jean
i make this little n_gga lean without promethazine
i’m ’bout to mix it up wit’ rum; n_gga these is grenadine
split his seams like bended knees in extreme skinny jeans, you’ll never want to dance again
guilty feet, kenny g
or i can put a red beam on a pistol for precision when i air a smith (aerosmith) ‘i don’t want to miss a thing’
the bl!cky scream and empty seats like ja/50 beef
shots sprayin’, soon as i pop wayans…yitadee!
“but ness. you be rhymin’ too much. you think you lux and sh_t
you be on that other sh_t bro. get to the bunchin’ sh_t.”
okay barrel still smokin’, jim carrey in mask
and it’s ugly when that shock hits, shawn marion bag
they’ll need to caskets to bury his ass
think spiderman: homecoming
a big bird’ll split this ferry (fairy) in half
i’m more like thor and you got the [?] talkin’ king sh_t and low_key (loki) can’t even lift a hammer
are you the gun line king? well i must’ve missed that memo
infinity war you’re really gonna need a bigger banner
a n_gga actin’ foul can (falcon) get wings, i let the chrome fly
if i buck he (bucky) get a cap co_sign
the flash so bright that if i miss you go blind
n_gga both eyes, you could’ve warned him but the vision was f_cked up the whole time
stan lee died
and it hit me a day later like, “stan. lee. d_mn, n_gga gon’ hit me wit’ a haymaker.”
the swami blow i hope you notice the theme
he’ll get his cameos cause nitty all over that screen
oh you’re comin’ down wit’ somethin’ that ain’t nothin’ to me
get stretched mr. fantastic, i came up with the thing
i will draw on the character, with never seen
weaponry to create carnage, if you can’t stan(d) lee then rest in peace
try to tell him i’m whatever with the pen
i don’t fit inside whatever box the rest of them be in
either sit aside or box, if we ever get it in
just know your level ends where mine begins
round one n_gga
[round 1: rum nitty]
i don’t know the outcome of this battle and what you expect it to be
but i’m 100% sure without a doubt, it’s gon’ be a death in it lee (definitely)
i’ll put a beam on this grip i’m holdin’
now it’s a dot sittin’ on top of the .9 looks like semicolon
i’ll lift it on him
it’s like some sh_t he wrote cause lord knows this is loaded
where i catch him, is where cuz lie at
until one die, then quit with that tough guy act
i really bust my strap
color purple shaving scene, we can all see lee (celie) ain’t cut like that
i’ll split ya crew
off the muscle i’ll k!ll these (achilles) people, well i’m intendin’ (in tendon) to
we don’t just hit one either, we hit the entourage
you can’t compare your squad to mine
cause yellow tape wouldn’t be around without the homi_cide
and you gon’ be deceased
i’ll pull out and bomb with the sig (cig’) like pcp
aim it at family members when i squeeze this piece
a bullet between his eyes lee (isley) brother will be ‘between the sheets’
you know it won’t go right ya soul takes flight
infrared on the pole, don’t go into the light like a poltergeist
it’s smoke on sight
if a n_gga front, i let a bald head l!ck off the jump, i’m jordan nice
you ain’t livin’ long
did you wrong
silencer on top of the little arm
twist it off and do ‘the whisper song’
hit ya dome, ceilin’ blown
gun line king, i passed roc(k), that’s a kidney stone
i’ll cripple holmes, snap his arm in three
with one submission
think russell simmons, it’s a kimura (kimora) lee
i’m back, to how i used to write at first
that means i’m in my old bag, on the flo(w) like lifealert
and anybody can get in the ring
dukes of hazard sh_t, i don’t dodge challengers in general lee
and you finna die b_tch n_gga
if i lift this chopper, this is sparta
between lee and i this (leonidas) kickin’
b_tch you can’t keep it real yourself
n_gga suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide
k!ll yaself
[round 2: ness lee]
i said, i don’t listen to ya threats all, okay pimpin’?
for instance, catch you in ya hallway lifted
flip him, built like i spent all day liftin’
different, he built like he spent all day lyfting
a hand’ll change the way that you see me, i’m shape shiftin’
combinations open you up, stay a safe distance
if you roll through my hood the wrong day and get car jacked
seen nitty jump over the whip like blake griffin
a snow cone to froze zone, you get stole on
lid pushed back, this n_gga’s wig got postponed
i don’t have to clap him, get pistol whipped when i throw blows
smash the f_ckin’ can on his head, this sh_t is stone cold
i’ll box his snot box his stock hit rock bottom
his stock that bought him roc get dropped like stock options
you not top ten or assist you not john stockton
man if y’all stop me from poppin’ this tw_t y’all c_ck blockin’
james harden i’m all offense
ron compton, every punch land i’ll put a knot on your nose like hobgoblin
as far as fighting goes i always win those (windows)
roll up, i want all the smoke in this b_tch, i’m hot boxin’
if you want to throw ’em get overthrown it’s quite grizzly
bullets go from hawks into kings; mike bibby
time is ticking, hands on ya face at 9:50
if you don’t come out i break through these fence like blitzkrieg
i snap his bones, crackle and pop; rice krispies
i’ll fight nitty
a lot of jabs like to light nitty
a right will nighty night nitty
he’ll be so confused waking up, his folks gon’ have to explain the punch…like nitty
both hands hit ya head like old head liquor
you gon’ feel somethin’ sharp against ya forehead; issa
be sleepin’, eyes open, no mos def picture
bro gon’ be fake woke like a hotep n_gga
steel c_cked, when sh_t got real i’m wheel poppin’
you will leave before you raise anything, you like will’s pops
k!llshot, the mil’ got a film slot
it’s like the camera was loaded, i capture the moment with a still (steel) shot
stop and chill before i rock ya bells, the glock can spill akh’
i’m cut from that top bill ilk, that real deal cloth
you can keep ya lil’ spot
cause other than punchlines nothin’ is nice boy
you suck on the mic you jill scott
let’s get it clear boy, we are not peers boy
i see the future, you gettin’ destroyed here boy
i’m clairvoyant, there’s no avoidin’, you hear boy?
and i feel like roastin’, bring that ass here boy
[?] ass n_gga?
no ma’am, i slap ya broke ass, you locash n_gga
i’ll ho ya hoe ass you hoe ass n_gga
we can street fight, on the block, you better not hold back n_gga
oh you thought you was gonna come to a battle that i hosted
in atlanta and leave here without really gettin’ roasted?
let’s get it clear boy, we are not peers boy
i see the_ listen i_
let’s get it clear boy, we are not peers boy
i see the future you gettin’ destroyed here boy
i’m clairvoyant, there’s no avoidin’, you hear boy?
and i feel like roastin’, (bring that ass here boy!)
i gotta check his shoes in this b_tch face ass n_gga
make sure you ain’t got on no [?] ass n_gga
what are those, head ass
look at pose, head ass
why the h_ll jordan doin’ the splits face ass n_gga
time, what are we doin’ man?
[round 2: rum nitty]
we not even equal
but i’ma let you try it’s ya choice
i was made for this, and since i think i’m greater than, let me get right to the point
knife, stuck in his rotator cuff, ngga might bleed more
tell him, do the right thing or i’ma spike lee joint
but you called for this
n_gga lost his wig, .44, i go overboard (over board) with the bulldog; rob & big
on any stage my presence is felt
but you done, washed up, too many l’s on the belt
you stumbled your whole career, you wasn’t preparing for real
i put in work cuz, you tried to take a shortcut
and that’s how lee buried (hailey berry) his self
won’t let a square murder me
you a ghostwriter, you sell verses, but you won’t excel versus me
i leave a vet laid up, n_ggas just play tough
make me bring them sticks around and see what ness made of
i get to cookin’ cousin, you cookie cutter, i’m full of punches
p_ssy’s runnin’, i pull up on him ain’t shook of nothin’
i’m good for gunnin’, this battle isn’t what he wanted
cause i’ll fly out to the a lee and (alien) put a beam on you, you’ve been abducted
if it’s problems we on that
straight to it, with one solution, drop him on contact
i’m carryin’ a chop
keep it with me where ever i go
i’m heavy in the spot
now i can k!ll him without hittin’ his head off with a shot
but i’m sure lee (shirley) temple pourin’ out will be a cherry on the top
n_gga stop
chef trez put ya head on a plater

{nitty talking to the host}
let me rap. my n_gga. this is your event. like c’mon
chef trez put ya head on a plater
you got bodied and played yaself; mega/dizaster
i used to have the spot boomin’
12 tryin’ to kick ya do’ in daily
the trap like murda mook status, it’s been overrated (over raided)
you got signed, then they dropped you, n_gga almost made it
give a f_ck if you got a deal or no deal we really got open cases
and i will not let a b_tch play me
you will get stepped on, it’s a no flex zone this way lee
k!ll yaself

{rum nitty talking to the host again}
[rum nitty] aye man, let’s rap. it’s your event my n_gga
[host] it’s fair. it’s aight. you down 2_0
[ness lee] it’s my event too. it’s my event too
[rum nitty] well then make sure your event go right. be professional man

[round 3: ness lee]
to whom it may concern, i will smack ya baby boy out his shoes
and if you hear the sh_t that mean i’m making noise out the blue
giannis antetokounmpo, far as ya name you big but i’m jason kidd, i’m here to make a point outta you
you really think he’d mark me? he bleed parsley
heart weak, please start me
these is car keys, he think his style is futuristic, i mean, partly
you always leave a couple fire lines, meet marty
me starvin’, carvin’ into ya weak army
fam’ i’ll (family) leave you to get of your line up; steve harvey
murk your whole team and dump ’em in sea; shark meat
everybody will turn up by the shore; beach party
i’ve been doin’ this since ’98, straight og sh_t
battle rap wasn’t awake in the a, no secret
we was out here gettin’ booed, we had to make folks see this
freestylin’ on the dirt road, clay, no cement
gettin’ jumped for bein’ southern and rappin’, but they don’t see this
i put the south on tv back in may ’03 sh_t
from state to state, country to country, sayin’ the a’s name and aye
that sh_t from way back in the day don’t mean sh_t
the new n_ggas is walkin’ through a paved road, clean sh_t
gettin’ paid to battle outta state and don’t scream sh_t
so thank me cause otherwise there ain’t no scene b_tch
and if the king ain’t me then ain’t no king, brixx
lyricism, i’ve mastered it thus far
craftin’ a masterpiece that’s colloquially accessible that was the fun part
slum n_ggas, that means my punches and rhyme patterns are dumb hard
but y’all don’t respect that, so back to these gun bars
i’ll pew pew ya p_ssy ass, bring the ruger down
wear your breakaway outfit cause this shoot around
toolie out, insert into his mouth, it’s a root c_n_l
you always tryin’ to talk through a round? cl!ck, do it now
you get crazy you gon’ get action from me
i go for the side piece, my main chick actin’ funny
cl!ck clack, like a love seat
kp in the audience, the heckler, big, black and ugly
i’m outside in a townhouse and reckon around 10:59 his spouse will let you out
i’m inbound at 11:00
second down and we messin’ ’round on the couch and she’s lettin’ me pound it out in the same gown from her weddin’
a session in the shower is never out of the question
just countered on gettin’ counters and every towel is infected
now if i’m gettin’ mouth for a second ’round that brown and you crept in
the only thing that i’m pullin’ out is a weapon
but you ruined a nut, so you pay a hefty price
so i drew a gun on ya gut, oh today you wesley pipes
you’re liable to get 90 rounds, hit your shoulders, chest, pant, shoes
n_gga wipe me down
punchin’ was my old bag, i brought it out for a second
but the rhyme pattern cemented me in the south as a legend
i do everything with words, you can learn a powerful lesson
i just be lettin’ n_ggas live, i hope you countin’ ya blessings
atlanta n_gga, what we doin’?

[round 3: rum nitty]
alright f_ck it
now you know i’m clappin’ back
don’t bring nothin’ here
you can’t be roasted when you black as that
yo’ head inflated, old baron davis cranium havin’ ass
didn’t swell
dome big as_ this is if little bill grew up in battle rap
you for real dead
thinkin’ i’ma get k!lled, stop
jill scott, this b_tch an air head
do not, make me lose my cool
i’ll do it to him ruthless
the shooter swoop through, boomin’ outta subaru
lose ya roof, let loose the ruger lee way (leeway), he gonna need some room to move
remove the group, you know how we work
knee shots, i’m takin’ born legs out first, like a breached birth
ain’t none of y’all gon’ shoot me
you hoes goofy
and you don’t get no props
that’s real bullets (bulletz) like the crow movie
now lee dyin’
mike p get sent up top
cause i got a long barrel that police (pulice) see the end of, watch
i’ll pull up, pull somethin’ out the backseat, peep
put you in the view (interview) with the 12, this is vladtv
we do not play
big blammers, sixth man, i go all the way with the a and k
gun b_tt ya lady crazy ’til the .380 break
split her grill
the whip’ll peel (appeal) ya baby face
f_ck you doin’
f_ck is you?
this is nothin’ new
so i’m givin’ an l to lee (elderly) off the dribble like uncle drew
bust a move
still trappin’ while the feds lurk, it do not stop
i linked up with the connect in a hotspot tryin’ to network
who you checkin’?
just grabbed a cool new weapon
and the sh_t i cop, have you headed (head in) a box, like the movie seven
you play crazy, i’ma shoot you ness
warnin’ shot
that one flew over, don’t act cuckoo ness (nest)

- rap grid

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