Arkaic vs Sensa (Round One)

[Sensa] Yo, so he hit me up, I was like is this happening or something? When the battle was announced I actually was buzzing Then I turn up in the venue and this motherfucker's got his arm in a cast I thought I was battling Canibus or something Now, were you trying to make the crowd go 'Arghhh let's get live London' Were you trying to warm the crowd up? I don't understand why you were doing it, this fucking venue's boiling They're all scorching now bruv Yo, I work at Next, we sell fleeces in the Winter And we sell fucking straw hats in Summer When he was supposedly gringing in Norwich, living the life of a gangster brother The reality is that you were serving dishes and cleaning toilets in Wagamama's Now I've been waiting to get in your face and call you a mug you prick 'Cos Steph was told strictly no shagging the rappers, not even allowing no sucking dick But that fucking bitch went behind Eurgh's back, started dating you but the funny bit Is that you stayed with her on some hubby shit Knowing what a deceitful lying slut she is Now when he got out of prison he said it ain't that bad, brother Shit's alright, we got a PS3 and everything Even a mince pie on Christmas night He said he had J. Cole to listen to And the church gave him big advice Well how about you stop being a piece of shit, and retain your freedom to live your life He said he saw prison as inspiration for jotting in his verse After living a life of drug dealers, shotting whiz and worse Your mum cried down the phone to me, honestly she hurt Cos your stepdad was shouting in the background: 'fuck that little bastard, he got what he deserved' See prison was like a card, 'cos you wrote inside And I guess being a rapper writing bars is something that can push you through Prison bars are eventually what you made music with But they're also all your mother can see whenever she takes a look at you Now I bet your bird ruins it when you try to get passionate mate You go to give her a kiss, she does a 'BRAP' in your face She ain't brushing her hair, she's brushing up on battles she rates I bet when you have her round and think about dick-slapping her waist She brings a six pack and some haze and sits back for the blaze And you think 'Actually wait' You put on a TV show that she thinks 'That isn't great' And as you go to take her bra off and unhinge the thing that's attached to the lace She picks up the TV remote as her bra pops and her tits fall to their natural place You're thinking you're going to smash her, and as you go to embrace She's lifted the TV remote behind your head, changed the channel from Dave Then you hear the music as it is played And it's a slap in the face Because your battle rap tom-boy bitch don't wanna fuck, she'd rather watch Match Of The Day Now against Tony D, he said 'Sorry for being shit, but freestyle battling is the area in which I have grown But that's bullshit, because your first written battle was only three months after mine you know So in the early years, you were like your girl if I gave Steph an E You would experience many highs and lows You're like the programmers on Grand Theft Auto 5, cos you should have finished developing a long time ago Now to whoever said this was a match I hope you have a ventricle collapse And Ark gets arrested for it but they can't sentence him for jack So he's heading to your gaff First stealing the chopper from a helicopter pad Then he's gunna grab weapons from the bag Step up in your face while the skeng is extended in his hand And pull the trigger Watch the bullet exit from the back Blood spreading on your mat You're dead within a snap If you're wondering why the fuck I'm mentioning this crap I just created an adrenalin pumping scenario to demonstrate the fact you'll never [?] energy is mad But to for once give your character a little bit of my intensity it lacks Now because of your court case, there's an entire crew in Norwich that have adopted the holding the knife thing That's why he moved to Leeds in the first place, 'cos he knows he'll get stabbed if they're roaming and find him So when I saw you brag to Illmac, saying you can't get to into his country I found it oh-so surprising, because yeah you can't get into Illmac's country, but you can't even get into the city you spent most of your life in [Arkaic] Are we ready for this yeah? Aite listen to me I'll eat him for breakfast with a bit of toast and a coffee I'm staying at Hotel His House with his bitch giving me blows in the lobby There ain't no point in trying, 'cos no one can stop me You'll be on the phone to the Bobbies after I've broken every bone in your body See they made this a main event, and they promoted it properly Even though it's a silencer on a sawn-off, no Tone on the Shotty So unfortunately Tony didn't get to battle Shots So Eurgh rings me up like 'This event we had has flopped' I was like 'What about me versus Sensa?' He said 'Yeah, that will pop' So imagine the fire, Ministry Of Sound, Arkaic vs Sensa at the top I'm selling it on the phone, like 'Yo, we can write this together if you want' And then as soon as the flyer dropped I loved it, great design I ring Sensa back like 'Fuck it, I changed my mind' So you can act like you're tough and diesel And spit like you clutch the Eagle But you ain't nothing but Disaster's rubbish sequel He wanted to write together, so our stuff was equal And pre-write rebuttals like a little fucking weasel But listen, they'll spot that from a mile away like Mumps and Measels And besides, the only time me and Sensa write together is when he's battling other people Oi, so he's walking round like he's the king of the cartel And I agree with you bruv, there's some things that we can't tell But if you lot for a second think that he didn't need Ark's help Then after I run through Sensa, it should ring some alarm bells Bruv, I will knock that bullshit out of the park If you want my help mate, then all you have to is ask I told you, I would never call you out on the bars But even Eurgh writes shit for you, me and him talk about it and laugh Anyone that knows Ark will tell them I go hard We don't make excuses over here, cuz I'll throw darts with this broke arm I'll roll past in a golf cart Just to tell this little birdie he's below par I'm feeding off the sun's energy, solar See this actor, his has gotten old fast, Bogart I know it might sound a little faux pas But that battle with Soul Khan got you so far Which is fucking stupid, cos you barely even used your own bars Oi it's looking bleak for you bruv, and I'm a motherfucking arsonist Before your battle with Dialect, I bumped into him in Leeds And you made me feel like a heartless prick, he said 'Blud, I'm battling Sensa, I don't know what kind of bars he'll spit' I said 'I do bruv, 'cos I fucking wrote half of it' So listen, so it might sound like a hyperbole But It's been like three months since he's heard from me And it's like Skype, Skype, Skype, Ark I need a verse or three Oi that's why he calls me 999, 'cos he gets fed lines in an emergency So now you've got to do this on your own Sensa, no pressure I come with a flow for the tone-setter and a coat for the cold weather I'm two hundred miles away from him On the phone telling him how his shit could be wrote better So while he's sat up on the coach I'm telling him what channel go down - I'm a remote Sensa So you can jump up on this boat or get left stranded And what's funny is I gave him all these blueprints and he got caught red-handed I will expose this faggot's type, I told you I ain't gunna go through your battles like that was mine, that was mine, that was mine You know why? Cos we don't have all night Time