[Round 1: Tycoon Tax]
World Dom' 4, I was trainin' hard
I was on some Rocky shit
The footage came out, most of you didn't appreciate the bars cause you felt like I was on some cocky shit
Watchin' it all back, now it taught me shit
I'ma play humble tonight
But pardon me if my confidence comes across as cockiness
Now, in the lane I took, it doesn't matter if you're real or fake
Seems like the best gun bars is how you win this shit
So don't worry y'all, I brought enough imaginary guns to shoot everybody in this bitch
So right now, I got two in the holster
Two in the socks, two in the pants too and around the shoulder
I got the same chopper you gotta somehow cock doin' the Ayе Verb dance move
Wеll fuck all that, I came to show y'all who the pro today
Why are you here? I feel like I literally should be battling Pro today
But Lush, I heard, this is your young protégé
Well you done fucked up and put a Ferrari against at Mazda...Protégé
Cause truthfully, I feel like he's so wack
Welcome to Toronto where we don't scrap
We just rah rah, hold that
But I might have to hold back cause this hoe wack
Of course he's from AZ like The Firm, it's only right that his 'Phone Tap'
Every time I look at you it makes me want to get the .4
I won't stop 'til your head is tore and your bones blew (blue) like Skeletor
You see me? You better get the door or strap on your vest for sure
Cause when I say I got somethin' for Rum (forum), it ain't a message board
See I got bars, you rappin' like you got bail
I got fiends touchin' bumps but it's not brail
You rappin' like you on the block and you got scales
But everybody here knows the only time Rum and Coke go together is a cocktail
Now, they ask me why I ain't bet
I said, "Why would I put up money against someone who won't even put up a fight?"
It's like I came with a gun and he just stood with a knife
He ain't even aight, he just sugar and spice
I ain't curling when I say I'ma grab these sweepers and put him on ice
Now I'm in front of this fake don
You got me feelin' like Hitman
They let me in cause they know me, they wouldn't let you in without a wrist band
I'm shootin' somethin' out of a big van that got a kickstand
He's from Arizona so you'll get an ice tea for cheap with this big can'
"Arizona", "Ice tea", "Big can", I'm off that
See I hustle with the fiends just to double up my cream
I did stuff you never seen
Here's a comic book reference to show these nerds you ain't fuckin' wit' the scheme
You'll get ex'd (X-)Man since he's from Phoenix, I got somethin' in my Jean
Damn, you said you was gon' beat me
I ask, is your weed that strong?
You say nothin'
If you wanted to play games on screen, you should turn your Wii back on
If it's pressure, I'ma squeeze that arm
Cause if battle rap taught me anything
It's that in broad daylight (Daylyt) before you spit a round you need to put your ski mask on
You're done
[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
So I know some of y'all lookin' at me like, "Who is this n***a?"
So that means you have no fuckin' idea what I'm 'bout to do to this n***a
I don't gotta prove to you who realer
You a goof or a killer?
I know one thing, you not a n***a
Fuckin' Mexican
Shit'll get Rocky when I reach for the belt
I draw somethin' fast enough to make ASA pee (A$AP) on himself
You don't believe me? You can see for yourself
I'll wet him, got the metal still smokin', n***as thinkin' Phelps
You skatin' on thin ice, I'll do you cold
Slide up, pop the trunk and any gun I may pull (maple) leaves holes the size of hockey pucks
Jump, your dirty ass will get snuffed if you push me
I might Dose him, this right Smokey, it'll knock dust off a pussy
Pussy
Check the score boards you lookin' at a deficit
If there's one thing you can't come back from- then death is it
If you survive when I let it rip you get hella stitched
The doctor will leave ya fuckin' stomach like a catcher's mitt
Let it sit
A fuckin' Mexican that drop the "n-bomb" after ever ten words of filler
Watch ya mouth
I'll clench my two fists up, give ya chin work
Push your chin inward (n-word), now that's how you censor a n***a
Bars n***a!
You see the madness I'm on? End ya lifespan
Cut ya time short that's Malathion
Your girl I pipe on
That bitch a groupie
She done prolly domed the whole city like The Simpson's Movie
Bars, I'm with the dookie
If I heard you keepin' racks stashed
Soon as I see Tax he (taxi) get led up for that money that's a cash cab
When you gunnin' for that top spot, you've got to move n***as aside
True killer, tool peeler, two sit in ya spine
Gorilla, goof n***a you killin' my vibe
You get me in that mode or (motor) cross me I'll be too willing (two wheeling) to ride
True spitta, this new n***a a head cracker
Somebody set it up and I'll turn JC into the new 'Thriller', a dead dancer
Now me and Myers battle? You can't call it nothin' less than a classic
But certain n***as they ain't like all the extra respect and the dappin'
You know, the handshakes, givin' pounds, hugs, etcetera, scratch it
You see what's in my hand you'll shake
This pound? Leave you huggin' yourself in the casket
Kill yaself!
[Round 2: Tycoon Tax]
I will slap you, from Arizona to Texas
Houston, we got a problem
Just to show you you ain't hard to hit, you are not the lotto
You talkin' all crazy, let's see if you can stop a hollow
I shot Rum, when the cops come, I'll just say I popped a bottle
You from Phoenix but don't ball
That means son's (Suns) fake
When it's time to ride, we step on the gas, they pump breaks
I came here to give him tre's (trays), this a lunch break
The bitches desert (dessert) him cause he's sweet, it's only right that I take Rum cake
You'll get stuck up here (hair) like Alfalfa, act like a Rascal then
Cause you beatin' me is like saying Arsonal won't lick ass again
I ain't dumb
His name's Rum so when I blast at him
With a gray Glock, stray shots will give his Apple ten
And I heard that lil' bitch you be married to is cute
I'll take her cause I'm G'd up from the feet up and I ain't wearin' Gucci shoes
I should hit him with the big guns and bring that Dirty Harry toolie through
But I'd rather drop him out the window with the little arm like Scary Movie 2
Now, let me put somethin' in perspective
It's called King Of The Dot, right?
Let's talk about the GTA side
Charron's from Ottawa, Pat Stay's from Nova Scotia, Arcane's from Hamilton, right?
I ain't speakin' any lies
I'm the only one in the league that's actually from Toronto, so for the streets in they eyes
I'm on a mission to put the Dot on the map like GTA5
Plus your punches, they never land (Neverland), that's Mike Jack's home
You'll get flipped for a piece of (pizza) the doe (dough) if you get in my Cal' zone (calzone)
You'll be a ghostwriter (Ghost Rider) when I ride with that chopper and light that dome
You from Arizona, right?
So when I show you this Desert, I'm only tryin' to make you feel right at home
Ayo Bishop, he wanna be a king but I'll leave this rook' in the pond (pawn) after I hit his chess (chest)
He keep talkin' how he grip the TEC
Then gon' find your body on a random day in a fishing net
So go out lil' n***a, spit ya best
Cause I take you about as serious as a North Korean missile threat
Cause I'm still on the back block with crack rock like what Reverends say
When I give these rappers the work and leave I need my severance pay
I'll put your body in the church and watch the reverend pray
When this Canadian start poppin' on his chest it ain't Remembrance Day
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Now Tax wanna be black so much he got the word "coon" in his name
Keep it thousand, you ain't black 'Coon
But you can get two black eyes for not keepin' it a rack 'Coon (racoon)
Quit actin' like you the only one that have goons
I'll blaze 'em, get a permanent vacation if I hit you wit' a can' 'Coon (Cancun)
You don't wanna get me started witchu
First off, your style unoriginal
You fake, ain't shit about your art official (artificial)
You wouldn't survive if I got to barrin' witchu
Words for words sparin' witchu, I'll carve into
Bitch I'm on a roll like Charmin tissue
If you move, pull it
Two bullets in the Carbine 15, army issue
So I'll kill him with no third round, Charlie Clip you
I'll take ya head off, why wait?
Go watch my last few opponents on tape, and they still in (stealin') boxes; Craig off Friday
I'll pistol whip you with two millis
Lift both straps back and serve you
You'll get split between two semis; Van Damme commercial
Bars!
I ain't gotta let this cal' of mine spray
I'll C4 ya chest, blow it apart, all they found was a rip in (ribbon) heart, now that reminds me of Valentine's Day
So ya real n***as, they show up to the battle witchu, right?
Just you three, oh? (3-0)
Well I put the heat to one (2-1), give you rounds and he can battle for his life
Pull a strap on a pussy just for actin' like a dyke
Come out the pocket firin' like he askin' for a light
That's light
You actually not nice
It was clear I would win
You can lose that faith but it's funny how they sent an American in to kill you esse (U.S.A.)
You wanna scrap me? Get me in the mood let's fade
I don't play boy (Playboy) if I hit the man chin (mansion) it ain't where Hugh Hef' stay
Cut him off in mid round like, "Repeat that last line that you said."
BAOW!
He forgot what he said when this .4 got (forgot) in his head
Fuck a battle, I'ma send the morgue bodies instead
This chopper expensive
It'll cost you an arm and a leg
So you hot right now, right?
Not for long
From bottom to top tier I'm gonna get everybody gone
That chopper chrome, in the mouth of a [?], you copy holmes?
Meaning your grill will be on the barrel like Donkey Kong

[Round 3: Tycoon Tax]
Every time I'm on this stage, I rep Toronto to the fullest
Against Cortez, check my fitted I had the Blue Jay's on, I'm serious
I'm talkin' down to the feet, I even had some blue Jay's on
I will open your dome like it's a sunny day and the Blue Jay's on
You the type of n***a that used to pass by me in the hood, I would inhale twice and blew J's on
See, I ain't come here to battle
I came here to tell you to your face, "You'se a bitch"
And the way the bitch blew (blue) the strip, I thought she was a Hoover Crip
Fuck usin' fists, I'ma use the fifth
Had a hood obligation so like a good conversation, man I'ma shoot the shit
See, battle rap is evolving, I wanna see me as king
I wanna capitalize financially but this pays like a seasonal thing
It takes a lot of time to write for an opponent, so I expect to get paid for every scheme that I bring
So think of Green Lantern with each pattern
You know why?
I'm tryin' to see green in the ring
Man I rep the west end, he rep the west coast
I paralyze ya, your head'll move but ya legs won't
My team make every shot, I'm the best coach
And by lookin' at you, I can you tell you were bred (bread) sweet like French toast
I show up on that block with the toy and let go
Not only do you ride the bus but you dress like a metro
This is where his week end (Weeknd) when I let it sing like X/O
You don't wanna fight fam', you like a battle rappers hype man
When there's beef you the first one to say, "Let's go!"
So watch out, cause I ain't the n***a you tell stories to
Cause I'm really on the block thinkin' a quick flips like Corey do
All I have to do is pass my youngin' this .40 Cal' and tell shorty "Shoot"
Since you named yourself after liquor
We gonna really find out if you .40 proof
Look at you, sweatin', nervous, I'm too comfortable
You should've battled
You should've battled on High Stakes that's the only way they givin' you W's (UW)
Man you must be crazy to think this cat is a thug
I can't take you serious when your boss wears pink glasses and Ugs
I'm from Toronto so they let us bring gats in the club
I'll show you what this mil' do (mildew) when I let a round ring in ya tub
What you name yourself "Rum"?
Cause you see a bottle and stuff your sorrows inside of it
If you got a problem it ain't rocket science to solving it
Just kill yourself or I'll grab a hollow and pop it bitch
I'll get rid of Rum and no one will know it, that's what the fuck I call Alcoholic's Anonymous
Now picture this
When I finger ya bitch, it look like I'm doin' Morse Code
And if you got a problem I address (a dress) the beef like Lady Gaga at an award show
And truthfully I don't know who's darker, you or your shadow
When it's time for beef I put on a saddle and you was the cattle
Everybody knows I came right here to kill you in a battle
Cause everything I spit nasty like redneck's chewin' tobacco
Ya done
M.A. Gang all west, what up man

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
You'll get the nose bleeds like cheap seats cousin
I'll three piece somethin'
I'll 'BANG BANG' Chief Keef somethin'
That's light
Muhfuckas get to runnin' if they see we comin'
Infrared on his back, a laser will beam his disc like how a CD function
It's nothin'
I hit the function with my hat down low
Computer virus, everybody in the background froze
I lose my cool, they like, "Nitty whatchu blackout fo'?" (Blackout 4)
I'll sleep him, wake him up and knock you back out cold
What's happenin'?
If you funny style about biz we be comin' where your house is
Damn it, sawed off barrel full of quarters
I'm Organik I put this Money Where Ya Mouth Iz
Bars!
And with all them half ass writtens, I'll make ya lifespan end
And all them n***as in the back cheerin' and adlibbing can leave a hypeman dead
I beats freely
You scream "peace treaty" with a white flag spread
But if I flash and empty the can it'd leave your white flags red
Funk, you can get that daily
This .9'll come out slow if I heard he gettin' bread (get inbred) like an incest baby
I had to snap, back to back do my punchline thing
Drop jewels
Roc cool, but I'm the new Gunline King
Mean, my pistol like my bitch but I'll give her to ya
I'll let her (letter) send something through a male (mail), she'll deliver to ya
She a .22 single shot vintage Ruger
This old ratchet will take a youngin' out, that bitch a cougar
Takin' shots, yeah I'm into that
A Hollow, I'll give him that
Put a calico to Calicoe, that'll be a mirror match
Spin it back and think 'bout it, meaning I'll have him face to face with himself like the Drake album
Nitty vs. Tycoon Tax? This shit a joke
Your record like 4-20, you been gettin' smoked
Fuck a gun bar I'll let a real milli go
If you don't duck, die nasty (Ducky Dynasty); hillbilly show
In case y'all don't know this how it go
Go pop a 110 pills while drinkin' and drivin', no seatbelt
Purposefully crash and catapult yourself through the windshield
Kill yaself