Arsonal vs DNA

[Round 1: DNA] I said my last battle was versus K-Shine Now a lot of people might of thought that he got it easy I just feel like if that nigga won he had to use a prop to beat me But now I'm back on my shit with a vengeance straight melting niggas And since I think we friends I'm a use this whole first round being helpful nigga So before I start some shit and tell y'all all how I spark my fif' Let me guess you gon' say that my father's Charlie Clipz Well let me help you, 'cuz we more like brothers 'Cuz if it's beef and he squeezing the 9 Usually bullets in the clip leave the DNA at the scene of the crime But he might be your father 'cuz when you letting bullets out the fif' What good is your Arsonal if your weapons are without the clips? So what's next is you gon' spit about? You gon' tell em that I got a denture and this tooth can come in or out Well let me help you Since I got my tooth back these fans been in love with it now So these caps will have you riding off if you try to come for the crown One punch will leave him knocked out if he fought his well So once I give ya mouth pain They gon' have to put me in prison or a jail (Orajel) Now I came here for straight business I ain't come to waste time What else he gon' say, how I rhymed on beat vers' K-Shine? Well let me help you, if it's beef it's no need to squirt pounds If we fighting you'll be the first down 'Cuz these punches will leave you be on stage like my third round Since you predictable Ars' I gotta tell em what you gon' do first You know he gon' tell the crowd how I threw up versus Sensa and Tsu Surf Well let me help you, I guess you don't vomit 'cuz you the shit Oh I forgot, you can't throw up blood 'cuz you a Crip Now everybody in the building gonna say it's looking awfully bad But he can't go to battle Without saying my mom's disabled and how I lost my dad Well she gave me this ability that's why I do shit so well So if she's retarded it might explain why I spit so well And my pops shouldn't of died it was you that deserved that box And even if you had his ashes you couldn't earn (urn) his spot That's the big difference between you and me What else you gonna say that in this battle you got more views than me? Well let me help you Cuz see outta all them battles you had what have you made from it? Besides the ones you had from UW what have you got paid from it? So talking all that big view shit is not cool The leagues benefit from the views, not you So now we can ask em bar for bar there's no way that he seeing me What else he gonna tell this crowd, that he's more street than me? See that gangsta image been getting you by son (Bison) 'Cuz you don't work with tools We know you not about it brother 'Cuz ya kin (Ken) put in more work than you If you was Dhalsim you wouldn't keep fire That last scheme showed y'all all he not a street fighter Now the way I spit the script of the first round I swear to god it's biblical Three things are gonna happen 1) you gon' mention what I say show us you lyrical 2) you switch ya rounds around so you don't look unoriginal Or 3) you mix one of them topics up so you don't look predictable Round 1, it's getting hot in here but you know my slogan (Get 'em the fuck outta here) No! Get O-Red the fuck outta here Get Surf, Suge and get them dreads the fuck outta here Get those predictable raps the fuck outta here But I ain't like Arsonal anyway That's why I got that hat the fuck outta here! [Round 1: Arsonal] Is this the Ars' that you desire? The one that like to keep his dreads nappy? I heard you and Con went back to Surf And told him some lies that I supposedly had said Actually I knew you was a snitch, but a liar to and ya head nappy? Funny thing is if it ain't no other evidence for a case DNA always seem to keep the feds happy See I was gonna take the pop route DNA I was gon’ revive em’ from the dead scrappy But since Clips and you supposed to be my man I promise you in this battle I ain't gon’ mention shit about yo’ dead daddy Now yo’ dead daddy, PCP is what that nigga was smoking I just lied to yo’ motherfucking face ‘Cuz promises were meant to be broken! Me, Surf and Shotgun, remember we Loc'in Ya mom crip too That bitch been crippled since Moses put a slit in the ocean With a six shooter I clap five, I got a ruger that's Shaq's size I sell weed, right now I got a seven and five eights I'm tryin' to hustle that Arsonal hat size Nigga you ain't been the same DNA since yo dad died I bet now you wish you could've saved his life on a flashdrive Ya mommy and sister at the dinner table, they mourning him They loving 'em, you go in there to comfort him You kissing ‘em, you huggin em I bust through the door and yell "HOOOOOOO!" With nothing but boots and draws on to give em long wood I Hacksaw Jim Duggan 'em Nigga that's how you control the fucking crowd I cut the lights off the fuse box, foes I'm unplugging 'em Give 'em shots with no chaser, kick the bar stool from under 'em I treat 'em like prisoners, no names I just number 'em Clap blocks give 'em both back shots from right in front of him Now you lil’ niggas kill me Thinking your Farrakhan with all these righteous thoughts Nigga you might get caught ‘Cuz you gotta strike a match before you light this torch But when I see that spark I'm a knock oxygen out yo' windpipe Then fly you right to Newark and show y'all how to deconstruct DNA Without taking a nigga off of life support When you battled Tsunami the choices was either a) or b) You either drown or surf You a rolling stone nigga we both battled all over But you still haven't found yo' turf See I dig a forty foot hole hopefully drown ya hearse And put you in that ground And tell everybody his personality's down to earth Now Sensa made it clear You contradict yourself when it come to the gun lines A wise man named Shorty Horroh once told me This Don't Flop and we don't talk about guns here sunshine This supposed to be metaphors, creativity, rhyme schemes, punchlines You in a triple threat, you can't eat so get the fuck outta my lunchline Aye Clips, he can't be the freestyle champion sometimes Battling mainstream artists like me, when he unsigned Stick to battle rappers around ya age alright You probably would've turnt to a vampire versus Daylyt (daylight) ‘Cuz it was hard for you to son Shine (sunshine) Now Professor Shine forgot to say DNA consists of hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, carbon, and phosphorus See I doctored this, I'm a college grad, no masters nor doctrine But I got a foursyear bachelor in communication Y'all know damn well I fathered this Today's the end of your world as we see it DNA is all over this the apocalypse That was my purpose on earth Eric, I was born to finish you Show up to ya funeral just to mourn, remember you Ya daddy ain't die, he never existed Charlie cut yo’ umbilical cord And on ya birth certificate he forged the signature I'm just telling you the true facts That that bitch who pushed you out her pussy was afraid to do Eurgh when we signed this contract? In December? You had four months for this battle And this what you get on stage and do? You out here begging niggas like Meek for battles And begging these labels to come label you Well my middle finger to the mainstream, I'm a battle rapper Fuck all of the labels too I do this for Don't Flop, the industry my enemy I ain't the type to soul sell nigga They put a million in Ars' face and I'm like oh well nigga I put loyalty over everything so go tell niggas You want Ars’ you gotta pay for me and UW This package come in wholesale nigga My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic You can't spell BARS without putting that ARS in it Fuck outta here nigga! [Round 2: DNA] I had a nigga do a break down on Arsonal and he said he a legend I said based off what? He said his views, his resume and after checking the records I told that nigga you deaf, dumb, blind, stupid or very dyslexic ‘Cuz last time I broke down arsenal it was a collection of weapons So you mean to tell me You started off loaded with some of ya best rhymes Ran outta bullets and used that Hollow to reload that Tech 9? You was riding Shotty's with Shotguns from a while ago And use Charlie's clips to reload that chrome (Crome) in Calicoe That means you been getting helped all ya career they put Arsonal on ‘Cuz you got ya ammunition from those weapons to make ya Arsonal Strong Now after doing that I got no respect ‘cuz that's damn near pitiful But besides clips I'll be honest there's only one nigga that got rid of you See at first I was confused, then I came up with a big plan I say you know that Calicoe and Tech was spitting Both of them shits jammed That Hollow got cheated that Crome had no bullets That was something he could withstand Charlie gave him every clip, had him looking like quick sand But Beasley from URL came up with a quick plan They realized the only way you can kill an Arsonal is if you hire a Hitman And speaking of Hitman, you said that Squidward's clarinet bar That was mad wack But you can have that, that ain't even what I'm mad at It's the fact you wasn't creative with those cartoon bars That shit was trash I would've said I put more holes in em than Spongebob When I rip the Mag And since he Crip I bet when I shoot I won't miss the crab (Mr. Krab) g And off them last words I bet you can learn from that But New York niggas been killin’ Jersey niggas Y'all done got built off Smack We emerged you all, Con even showed us that Surf is wack So you like OJ Simpson getting put behind bars To try and get his jersey back But you from Newark right So I'll be here to fight ‘cuz we don't like cowards And behind the foul line I'll be shooting the bricks like Dwight Howard So it's nothing like Kevin Durant to come to his block with wild Thunder And even if you get the beam and try to mark us all You'll get a pow brother And y'all might think that's hot When y'all realize Mark Gasol is Pau's brother Now let's talk about weapons ‘cuz ya’ shotgun got suge in it So we know you ain't poppin' shit I bet this man chest will (Manchester) drop once my shotty spit Which means I'll catch a mean body When I get his team homi when that lead is drawn And show y'all I don't need Swave Sevah to get the rebel off Now Ray Swag you my nigga, but when I let that tech spray A you cats can (catscan) get ya bones shown when I x ray 41k And this nigga name is D from the W I just said that so these fans can get this You and Arsonal doing good in UW I'll be honest y'all doing some big shit But this nigga keep claiming that he tough and he this big Crip So why's this the closest you came to the D since Trick Trick? Now that shit is ill, that shit is real, that shit is authentic I like when he told Charlie Clips You can't spell bars without putting the Ars' in it It's just one problem in my rounds I been had bars in it Nigga while you was on earth I was on mars with it Copping my fans thru blood sweat and tears In these battles I went to wars with it Over the years I opened some ears made a few stars in it Them last words I used all ended with ars' in it [Round 2: Arsonal] You begged to have a battle against Arsonal Da Rebel But I told you, you can't spell bars without putting that ‘Ars in it So second round you gon’ get Barsonal the devil I'm on fire I sound like a pot that's talking to the kettle But when the flame rises I aim nines so now you talking to the metal Listen to the word play a wise man once tweeted they love to hate on Ars I said you ain't never lie, either they petrified or they know I'm the best But the facts left set aside you get two options I could get the clicking and cocking and then that weapon rise Or I could treat you like a 3rd base coach nigga and let him slide Nah never mind I'm here to snatch every bit of confidence from yo’ conscience Since you trying to convince the world yo’ accomplishments I'm yo consequence Use common sense I came to embarrass not give you compliments Let this Glock be ya muscle relaxer you feeling kind of tense? I'm a paid nigga, you a slave nigga still trapped behind the fence You played nigga ‘Cuz what you got paid equals my dollars spent on red bottoms I swear to god they three times ya rent I remove the furniture out yo’ mouth disabling you to rhyme again Now fuck rappin’ after yo’ next verse, I don't wanna rhyme back Eurgh what’s up with contact lets go over the particulars in our contract In a few bars yo’ real name and yo’ nickname I'm a define that see where yo’ mind at Nigga yo’ death clock ticking, won't get this time back Now DNA is a molecule in following the genetic instructions used in the Development and functions of all known and living organisms, correct? And you choose to name yourself that I'm a have to put you in an ER I see (C) Where the doctors can't help that When ya mother named you At this point she foresaw she must've felt that That's why I said I'm a have to put him in an ERIC For the slow brains I know his name's Eric that's how you spell that But DNA, DNA, that there is an unusual name ‘Cuz now DNA is officially a part of a beautiful game Since I'm a bus driver I know a pilot that fucks a flight attendant That's related to the airport manager That hires the niggas that be fueling his plane Now do you wanna live or die? You don't want yo’ oxygen mask to fall while you in the sky You a living lie, you a walking contradiction, you barely just getting by You got a few passport stamps, you be on a plane but I'm a different fly I pull out a SK, why? (Y) so yo’ soul can sit in the sky See I rewrite the script, this rap will be vital shit with a Tyson grip I'll Dhalsim and have him attack yo’ ass with a Bison kick I told clips I'm in an E. Honda with the same schemes that he like to spit That's ‘cuz any real street fighter know with common sense What fights to pick But look, you barking up the wrong tree, these niggas was gassing you up You on E, so before you throw up think about when you grow up What you gon’ be? Think deep about how good yo’ life was before me Now let's play a game amongst the same guidelines from Saw 3 I said.... Hold up...... sike! You was souped up wasn't you? You thought I lost words ‘cuz I crossed words It was that easy to puzzle you DNA AND DAN no other substitute I just flipped them three letters as much as I can nigga I ruzzled you First round I let you feel it was close, meaning I hustled you Second round I bullied this pussy, nigga I muscled you Third round get comfortable I killed this fiend fulfilled yo’ dream Put you in heaven so every rapper on earth gotta look up to you And if heaven got a ghetto Nigga yo pops spirit a fiend still trying to cop rocks But not rocks that you find on side blocks for playing hop scotch Sad shit right now he looking down sucking that glass dick Trying to high box But like father, like son, y'all two fiends both addicted to smack That's why yo’ stock dropped Nigga you should've signed to Don't Flop or UW c’uz we don't cock block I been the realist nigga in Newark since a hole poked thru my high top Winter time below zero degrees I'm in the drop top With Daylyts ski mask and a stolen car from the chop shop The witness saw a nigga with dreads called him a mop top Second witness shot in the head he got his top popped Third saw me shoot it from deep so I couldn't get my shot blocked Nigga I'm a better shooter than Lebron With two seconds left on the shot clock Now what you know about Quarantine? Being stripped for your powers? That's 23 hour lock down DNA, I let 24 of you get an hour 30 minutes to shower, 15 on ya calls, the other 15 you on the yard Staring up at the wall, he a fraud, should I remind y'all This scared straight I'm only spitting jail shit to a juvenile So he know what it feel like to be behind bars Pardon my back pussy now you behind Bars My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic You can't spell BARS without putting that ARS in it Time! [Round 3: DNA] K-Shine said I spit arrogant too like Eurgh So here you go again blamming without the triggers I said it in the second round You still being an arsenal ‘cuz you got ya ammo from other niggas Now in this round I could spaz out and be disrespectful And just shit on you But for some odd reason, I just feel the urge that I should just wig on you My name is Arsonal Da Rebel My performance is good but all my bars wack I look like Keenan from Good Burger so I think I'm all that I fucked four bitches in my life and they all fat! Enough with them jokes nigga, let’s get off that What Vail thought I came to Don't Flop just to bring jokes on a nigga? Hell fucking no, this third round is about me exposing this nigga For example, you tell niggas that you roll with a lot of them g's So explain to me in a room full of men against Dizaster You felt it was cool to drop to ya knees Now some niggas may say Arsonal was performing He wasn't on some other shit But what the fuck where you performing? How to get on ya knees and learn how to suck a dick? Now if y'all niggas supposed to be his squad I don't know what to say to y'all ‘Cuz that shit seem homo to me, y'all don't find it gay to y’all? But I ain't trying to break up a happy home and start no shit Now I'm a point out something else when he did something gay verse' Charlie Clips A bitch dissed him, he dissed her back I said cool I tried to give him a chance But then again in a room full of three hundred men You thought it was cool to unzipper ya pants What's that about ‘Ars? You still grippin' lines You Tony hawk on the block you got that real nigga grind You bang every time you don't feel niggas line And you told Shotty there's not a Glock in the casket So you not on real nigga time And I agree with that, ‘cuz nigga you've never been on real nigga time I find that shit to be so true ‘cuz to promote ya battle with Rex You showed when Ray Swag tried to choke Mook But when Math checked you about disrespecting his son And someone disrespected him bout it Ask. You went and got ya editors to edit it out So what happened gangster banging ‘Ars that be ready for beef and shit? Instead of telling a nigga suck ya dick and you my man When you go and twist the shit With me? I ain't gon’ front like I'm gangsta I ain't gon’ say I'm a G and shit Just know if I tell you suck my dick Not Eurgh, or nobody in this crowd gon tell me to delete the shit But let's get on real nigga time ‘cuz that's something you gotta do first Since we on real nigga time Tell the niggas in the crowd how come you ain't bail out Tsu Surf? Don't worry about it y'all I spoke to ‘Ars He said you know my flight was leaving early I didn't speak to smack and I was leaving quickly, nigga fuck that If Charlie Clips get locked up I ain't leaving London until he make it with me Now that's real nigga time, you got ya shit ass backwards How the fuck you expect UW to prosper When all you do is book Smack rappers? See that ain't gonna help that nigga out to get to the top ‘Cuz that's like Eurgh booking the Don't Flop event And book nothing but rappers from King Of The Dot So if you a business man you can relate to this If you wanna build a brand an artist cannot be the face of it ‘Cuz that's when you go thru problems like What if I don't wanna discuss my price? We can't speak to him And how the fuck is he gonna book a rapper if he got beef with 'em? So instead of you being smart You just a nigga trying to enlist them figures You should've let D and the rest of them niggas run it and fall Look at the bigger picture It's round 3 it's getting hot in here And after exposing Arsonal as a fraud, get him the fuck outta here [Round 3: Arsonal] Please, before I start rapping please give a hand for DNA We clappin’ it up for DNA ‘cuz young boy be getting it in Ya name is Eric right? Well ya middle name is missing a Lynn Eric Lynn Wright died from AIDS transmitted From unprotectedly sticking it in What I'm saying is the illest nigga named Eric was Eazy E And we all know damn well you ain't sicker than him Now this last round of bars probably ain't gon’ bring ya dad back But you dinner, I see food, Joe's Crab Shack You pop that tooth out before you eat supper, that's a bad cap But you could have that, that ain't even what I'm mad at What I'm mad at is how you let a nigga named K-Shine A nigga who got his ass gripped breakdown DNA as a Professor Really, like on some class shit The last fight you had you loss a tooth Which means you really got ya ass whipped Or you was in the same spot Dose was in when Math pulled that fag shit But now you in the same spot Shotty was in When I broke it down from Z to A But they like, "he battling Americans so what angle is it gonna be today?" Well he had dreams of BET ciphers and winning a VMA They would've let you on the BET Cypher if you told ‘em you was missing That tooth for twelve years ‘cuz they would've felt spitting was in ya DNA Now I'll battle anybody except the home team Long as they talking bread, my niggas can travel with me They good and they all get fed And (?), I felt like you was his height when we battled ‘Cuz my bars went over Charlie head And the most disrespectful shit to ya brother in a battle Nigga I hardly said, now we gon’ get into it When you was nine we should've battled at ya pops funeral Right in front of his coffin bed Trigger finger give his caucus lead until gushing out an awkward red Only reason I target head, K-Shine already kilt him And the only way to kill a zombie is a headshot I learned that from watching The Walking Dead I'm the type of nigga out lurking on a late night You Nemo at heart but now encountered with a great white You throw up every battle ‘cuz of stage fright, this ain't right Shotty was tough, this beef tender like cutting tender with a steak knife After all that I taught, you losers wasn't learning? Long range from a rooftop nigga my shooters be determined 4 I hate a cocky nigga so I Nazi niggas What that mean? I let eight off (Adolf) my ruger's even German I shut shit down like when business hours over Bus since way back when niggas wore pennies out the loafer I run in ya trap house demand plenty out ya sofa I'm like a cowboy the way the pistol shimmy out the holster Aye Shotty, dark liquor I'm on it, 6 pills and I'm zoning I'm all the way in England why is my cell phone still roaming? (Roman) All my jewelry's golden, all my cars is stolen All my broads is foreign, I do all this touring What I'm trying to say is if you knew better you'd do better But here you go bluffin’, if you know like I know than don't do no stunin’ If they question, you don't know nothing you tell you get ya ass beat Every other week like you Joe Budden Neither one of y'all from Jersey, so find another state to land on Ya gun are sketches hand drawn, my gun and my hand drawn Why belittle you? They say to make the team I must be physical Come to ya home and school you I could teach you hands on Now we gon’ talk about ya bitch, y'all wanna hear about his bitch? Alright, I call her Anna because she played 'em she all in my boys ears She hit the L too and Anna selected me man that broad thick She started getting nasty, pressing my buttons to give her all dick Ya ex kicked you out her circle ‘cuz a square you are one So I gave Ann a log (Analog) ‘cuz she really does enjoy stick (joystick) That was lite, but I wrote it when I was sober Clips like "I did the fucking joystick theme" Yeah but mine was kinda colder Why? ‘Cuz even if we played where he stationed (Playstation) When it come to his ex box (Xbox) He'll try to tell her what to do but I control her (controller) I mean that bitch rolled up on me and I'm like "Nah bitch I don't wanna kick it that ain't how I play with a holy bitch" I leave that bitch holy and hold my dick and I yell holy shit I said I hit bitches too, she talk I sock her without a goalie kick Wait I said I hit bitches too, I sock her, Mick Foley shit No nigga in the history of Mankind could stand mind when the 40 spit I ain't used to defeat, it's like they cut mine off I'm feeling like Kunta I'm on some tobe shit Now what's in this gun will leave you crawling all by yourself Call it a lonely clip ‘Til you meet up with ya pops Everybody I battled including ya homie Clips Now ya ho spit all on my dick you like impossible But no-no-no, ya ho spit all on my dick like a prostitute My ho spit all in the clip, they'll have to doctor you And put you in the ER of that ho spit stall that's the hospital Emergency room intensive care for a lot of you I just spelled his name E R I C, I had to break it down for a lot of you Ya mom said I'm a walk in the park, why that bitch lie to you? In battles I'm ahead I showed you need to stay on ya toes I just bodied you I say in battles I'm ahead (a head) I shoulder you needs (knees) to stay on ya toes I just bodied you You broke ass, so trash, fuck nigga with no dad Me talking ‘bout yo’ dad probably got you so mad Ya life ain't worth the price on my coat tag so we gon’ clean up his act Deodorant, body wash, soap, dental floss, tooth- man here Just take the whole bag And here's all of 30 pages out of Canibus' notepad You gon need that, a miracle, 30 house niggas, a negro spiritual And a big gun and Carmelo's shot when he played for Syracuse Or you might need that Pinocchio, what's that? That's a long nose with a long range so I’m hittin’ targets in Tokyo More gun shots nigga, more hits Than a Lakers home game when it turn to the Kobe show That cig spark it start smoking but I ain't lighting no bogie though My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic You can't bite an apple without ya tooth getting lost in it Time nigga!