[Round 1: Loaded Lux]

Peace King Disrespectful

But shit talkin' don't make you no dope rapper

Now, now, now yeah we know you done got you some stature

I can see that, we opened the books, now I'll be closin' the chapter

When you send 'em to the front line but they get it backwards

I'm not like most is (Moses), cause if you ain't read (Red) I can still split a C (sea) apart

When the snake don't turn and stick with the staffers

What's a stature to the rapture?

A ratchet nigga gettin' fixed, this a fracture

I was a Panther I did the pastor

I wouldn't know, beatin' everythin' sin say (sensei) don't make you no master

This what he after?

Initially casin' me on the low

Now he got some capital you think you the alpha, bet

But you owe mega (Omega) and the house come to collect

You know it's about respect

This eighth, he started out hangin' with a- well I got news (noose) for him it's goin' out on his neck

And it's goin' out on the net nigga

When a favor turn into a charity bout to the death

Aye Jersey, y'all only support him cause y'all gotta

Him and Ray, Charles, they don't see y'all when they got them bands and they movin'

Whole 24/7, it ain't one shot of y'all, not a land in the viewin'

I could see it be for protection, look how random the crew is

And he went truant, ain't even true what he draw the van with the students

Sayin' what you're soupin', when a nigga souped up..til the Sandman gotta swoop in

He hoopin' but the man need improvement

I go interiors where they decorate him and get the Raymour & Flanigan movin'

You standin' here stupid

All this Hollywood chicken you get

Back to the hood lookin' like he can't dance to the music

Roscoe Jenkins in here actin' like he too good for the family reunion

Handsome what is ya doin'?

Your movements look fear based like that time [?] had you rappin' in back of the staircase

Yet you was scared straight nigga

All day and you couldn't even wish me a happy Father's Day?

I swear you show your love in a weird way

Instead you gon' be up here talkin' 'bout my work, ya showin' off for ya friends

You didn't have to sneak me into Career Day

Why they can't ever rap at me straight, you know?

They gon' come up here personals, angles and jokes

They gotta force they names into the conversation of GOAT

We'll go wit it

I rap, I touch my nostrils, they sayin' it's coke

Or maybe it's dope

Cause every time I'm in a Smack lineup they nose, I crack his head, come get this smoke nigga

Can you smell the incense?

Aww baby, the Asiatic black man's back hand, back healin' business

What is this?

I imagine you think that's why I booked this Kung-Fu Kenny look

Not at all

This just cause I came to cook my dawg (dog)

No offense, but will he (Wile E) Coyote Ugly a friend?

Bar shots Above The Rim

2Pac, Birdie roll, run and go stop when he meet me (meep meep) I got to drop

And I'm goin' loonie (Looney) wit it, nigga Tune in

You 'bout to get tuned up a bit

Construction kit

They was pumpin' you gas, guzzlin' like diesel, you fit to be truckin' in

That's car troublin', drive strugglin'

Look what happens when you tryin' to line up your connect and the Wi-Fi bufferin'

Y'all sufferin'

The divine spark back thunderin'

[?] watch (Watts) happenin' to his functionin'

I mean with this little punk ass Pay-Per-View charge that I'm up against

You can't be a live wire, still dyin' in ya hood on ya cable

They gettin' stuck again

Oh cause (cuz) you thought you was set when they jumped you in

Monkey wrench, this is battery

I got to sock it (socket) to him on his own outlet, let me plug him in

Dead China man in the trunk, tuck a Chin nigga

Or risk (wrist) watchin' and get clocked work when I'm punchin' in

Let's rumble then

Once again you here, lucky him

Fuckin' when I can't trust this since he made it us and them

Aye Harlem you know everyday they be hustlin'

Then Raw say, "Don't forget about lil' bruh and them."

So I treat it like the man a kin to me (mannequin)

But you really a doll baby

Chucky for a friend will back stab you after you cut him in

You can tailor made, look where his money went

For me to custom whip it up for him to let him model it

Bitch nigga ya not followin'

You ain't hip to it?

That's when I'ma come around

And waste (waist) him with the belt on the line, that'll buckle him

You chucklin'?

Ars, run your lips, with your voice up

All boisterous

Little boy stuff

What he on

But bars? Every time I hear yours they be off

Ars!

So maybe you should already be gone

What you lost nigga?

"I kick your mother down the steps, ah shot your daughter around her neck

Hit her with Spongebob clarinet"

We talkin' BARS? Or Ars'?!

"I'll kill ya dead daddy twice, bring him back to life

Fuck ya mother in his casket, have Lux bring it." Nice

But we talkin' Bars? Or Ars'?

Let me escort ya

If I got to give you this food for thought through a feedin' tube

I bet he remember who taught ya (torture)

Aye, this one gon' be a scorcher

This Miyagi drawin' down on Daniel-san block

I could've worked with you on your jump shot

He went another route, I'm comin' out

These bars, beatin' him like a drunk pops

You a Blood and you trust cops

Ya fake ass probably got butt shots nigga

You can't say nothin' about a Harlem nigga snitchin'

While you out here tellin' niggas business you do business wit

Oh ya girly, this what he picked up on his travels, huh Jersey?

You all over the place baby

So what nigga? I'm other worldly

In other words, I'll whirl him into a hole, now that's cold

But I want him to feel the shakes when I'm comin', Big Shirley

Nigga seriously

Aye this nigga couldn't tell a vision (television) til I first show up

That's pilotin'

King Roscoe, ya culture roach

He buggin' in here tryin' to wing it wit me

Don't get fly for them

You old camp food nigga

Who kept the fire lit?

I'm the embodiment of body strength

And I've got it by the length, width, how to get it outta limits, I can send it

You're now present with the cosmic gift

Fuck your accomplishments

And all these niggas who sponsored it

The monitors

Now watchin' it

Pure consciousness vs common sense

I'm confident

I can't tell your conscious that I'm your consequence

It's cognitive

And yours ain't at a level that comprehend

I forbid

These sciences, I train wit inside the gym

I put pain in, you can't trade shade with a shot of Jim

That's blindin' him

He caught the fade whenever got a glimpse of the lights

The way they hit the ring loud it's no bell (Nobel)

But everything I pull it surprisin' (Pulitzer Prize) him

I am him

This is new work and it ain't friendly

But I know every time y'all [?] it ain't me

But y'all treat me like royalty, look how they feed Grapes to the king

Where's the loyalty?

[Round 1: Arsonal]

Arsonal versus Loaded fuckin' Lux on UDubb Network

You really got played

And if you say some shit that I don't like by the third round all them gon' know how much you really got paid

Now Hov tweeted yo' slogan nigga

Farrakhan brought your name up

But you was in that same project buildin' in Harlem bein' the same Lux

You standin' on my stage right now preachin' the same stuff

Man he said it, Andy Pettitte couldn't teach him to change up

They said they want that gray sweatshirt Loaded

They need Lux to be A Boogie

But must I remind y'all Trayvon died in that same gray hoodie

I know you nigga, and Brother Polite been talkin' to you too politely

Fuckin' yo' mind up

You went from mean to this nigga Beloved, I'm tryin' to find Lux

Not the preacher, not Rich Porter or the Black Panther versus Da Don Lux

I'm lookin' for that lil' cold hearted nigga that used to watch his step daddy fuckin' his mom up

Yeah that's right, this nigga mother was a punchin' bag

And them nights daddy came home on that drunken swag

He was standin' in the doorway already cryin' cause he knew he was finna do somethin' bad

He figured if he left you alone you'll heal on your own, he treated you like a fuckin' scab

Now you had to watch yo' mother side nigga beat her fuckin' ass like he yo' fuckin' dad

But that's the lil' nigga I need to address

Project yo' voice, let it stream from yo' chest

Yo baby mother fuckin' V12 and that's what's keepin' you stressed

You treat life like a game of chess, but yo' queen keep bein' Fresh

Honestly king, that's why your opponents always keep you in check

Cause of your mate

Y'all just caught that, some of ya late

I said Lux, we from the era where niggas had Nintendo beef

We was in those streets, supplied the snorters, but you was with those creeps

Lionz Den, December of '08, didn't you sniff those weeks?

But when his nose bleed he get upset, nigga you picked those seats

All you did was learned the game of chess, read some books nigga and flipped yo' speech

Extendo's speak, you gotta be tougher than Kimbo cheek

You won't get no sleep

We watched yo' career take off, go through the clouds and then crash, I told you about those window seats

Man listen, you see me out here tryin' to transition

You on a gram dissin'

You throwin' punches but my shit's land different

You shootin' but my piece is hittin'

Nigga we scam different

You an important factor but you never left yo' hood, you just the transmission

And you do this shit for the dead presidents, so let's talk Dead Presidents

The movie, I ain't talkin' money now

Yo' daddy was Anthony, your mother like that bitch Juanita, she just kept bringin' Cutty 'round

You thought yo' daddy was some fly nigga til that side nigga start throwin' money 'round

And it's funny, that it's like deja vu cause yo' son ain't even-

You know what? It's funny how you don't post no pictures of that little motherfucker

And I find that to be a bad thing

So I did some research and I found out yo' baby moms was in the fast lane

But you was so excited to be a father and do the dad thing

That you overlooked the paternity test you failed and you out here callin' this lil' nigga yo' son and he don't even got yo' last name?

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout boy? He's a bastard nigga! He's a bastard!

You always talkin' 'bout everybody else pops

But I ain't e'rybody else pop

When they thought he was addicted to Smack, me, I was the nigga who helped Roc

I was the Lion in yo' Den nigga, I was leavin' 'em shell shocked

When yo' pockets came empty nigga I was helpin' yo' sales drop nigga

I was the nigga who came up with the idea Hollow Da Don vs Loaded Lux

I was the nigga who proof read yo' contract once they wrote it up

I was the nigga who started wildin' and then battle rap opened up

My blue collar freestyle was the only verse that woke 'em up

I let the Llama spray

I pull up to where ya mama stay

Like, "Juanita, your son out here callin' niggas 'handsome' bitch, that's kinda gay."

Man, I walk in yo' son room and shoot his daddy on Father's Day

Bombs away, Pearl Harbor, any given time of day

What have you loaded Lux?

Pistols you ain't never handled none

You wouldn't know how to hold an AR if I hand you one

These labels don't wanna sign you, where does that energy channel from?

Cause I'm better than you on wax and off wax, 'member I'm Daniel-san

This what happen when you sit Hussein Fatal at 2 Chainz table

I'm Immortal in Kombat, they watchin' Liu Kang slay you

I'm UDubb, where yo' league? None of your troops ain't able

Beloved, you was lyin' then (Lionz Den) now the truth can't save you

Why you ain't never battle in the Lionz Den? Should I ask Sub Zero?

But why you ain't never battle in the Lionz den if you was doin' it for hip hop?

We made yo' shit hot

Me, ICE, Goodz, K-Shine, Clips, Roc

You only get mentioned in yo' era cause you had a good team, bitch stop

But we was helpin' you win, so to a Kobe you just a Rick Fox

Nigga it's funny how the street shit can transition into B-ball

Every man for himself this shit an all out free fall

Fuck my coach and the plays he call

I ain't puttin' my arm down after I shoot; Sanaa Lathan after the 3 ball

So, so, so, so, so, so what do we have here? A nigga dressed like a chink

Who say a lot of nothin' but y'all think he's so smart

A nigga who whole life revolve around chess (chest) but ain't got no heart

A nigga who wouldn't look at a bull's eye but like to throw darts

A nigga who never touched a key in his life but he think he Mozart

So it starts

All the weird hand gestures and the slow remarks

You learned that from your old head in the pool hall who be throwin' darts

But how you plan on beatin' the Million Dollar Man in the ring when you got Owen's Hart (heart)

See, we got bananas for everybody down to the last monkey on Noah's Ark nigga

Man, my shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic

And you can't spell "bars" without puttin' that "Ars'" in it

[Round 2: Loaded Lux]

I said bars or Ars'?

Previous little gang members who don't put in no pain

Aye cuz, what's crackin' other than the egg in the skillet you fried mornings?

Side talkin', he got 100 pistols in your videos, it's silly though

Cause you ain't gon' lay down nothin' on a track but a rhyme for us

Why force it? I keep it tall I'ma always have size on ya

That's why your kind descending (condescending) like tellin' Fetty Wap, "Aye! You ain't the only one keepin' on him." Nigga I'm on 'em

He can sell you a script, but when a dead man talkin' it's usually Tales From The Crypt

First the Dot Mobb break up, now everyday I wake up, somebody out here breakin' the code

What's all the fuckin' fussin' fo', huh Ars'?

Cause I opened up a door?

To the kitchen? And I still pops up cookin' for you, but son let's keep it raw

You hot cause you called out the kettle, blackin' on you cause this pot got you steamed?

Well keep it on the stove like the oven door, you wasn't sure

Clips ain't the gamblin' man, no it's Ars'

You know I told the queen my old ace jack gonna come at the king

She go, "Well what's the odds?

That he can cut it?" Cause it's money on deck, don't mean you can flip it, look at how he turn the card

Yeah y'all, Hollow should've been thy name, oh my God

She said, "I think he got the wrong bookin'." I said, "Shit that's Allah

Cause he still gon' get this church with the Koran." Oh my gosh

He want no mas, smoke wit me

Tell your general who the surgeon warns

These worship wars, I do religiously nigga, on ya lawn

Convert ya lord, earth to niggas who can't see the serpents horns

In certain forms

But whether (weather) man like my reign (rain) or not, I learnt (alert) the storm

And I turnt him on, to ways I earned along with ways I birthed 'em all, my word is bond

In perfect poems, research the log nigga

This punk ass league ain't nothin' but a drop of ink off the blueprints I was workin' on

You ain't make the resurgence strong nigga

This shit? Look nigga I kinged you in a shop

I took Surf from a pawn, that got Suge'r shot

Oh (O) you ain't read (Red)? Nigga you was in the mix just gettin' taped

He ain't even have a Clue, I was makin' this sport Fabolous puttin' Jersey on nigga

That didn't even need a punch wit it

He know he mine

That's why you can't even spell your name without puttin' that "son" in it nigga

I feel sorry for your daughter

I gotta go in here and rock a kid Foundation cause you Make A Wish

Yeah daddy goin' down like a shaky pimp

Then they raised the rent

Til they convinced, "He can't see the light" but he think he lit

When bankin' on chasin' chips how ya lost on a Vegas strip

They shaved the rent, then they repent

You better change your pitch

When you see these (CD) players, start blankin' for the record

This don't come with laser print

Make 'em quit

Now Ars', normally wouldn't tell you it's the thang to quit

But when you ain't win ya last...maybe ten

I don't know, Swag, you more of a business partner than I can say a friend

So tell me the bag was for extra pay and it was fixed

You know what I mean? Uh, how else you explain it then?

You jumpin' 'round makin' grins

With that fake pretend facial cringe like that shit he's sayin' slick

He ain't sip, you know I know Ars', I'm takin' tips

To make attempts on an American Idol's life

Play Dough, it ain't gon' feel like Clay when it ache and (Aiken) shit

But it ain't your shift

Cause you ain't commit baby your Will power like Jayden Smith vs Jadakiss

And them flat lines, they gon get you aired out

These ain't the re-tirements Mako fix, this may go quick

You like cars, right Ars'?

Hold up, that got your name in it

Well let's take a lift, or should I say a Lyft cause whatever you whipped up I'm fender bender break ya shit

You basic bitch

Who you in here basin' with?

I told Calicoe, it ain't about how many fights you had, it's who ya fought

But what's the difference between him and my apprentice?

You on a 24/7 with slo-mo shots that you gettin' sexy with a pool full of niggas

Or should I say, skinny dippin' wit six bitches

No we not judgin', aye Loc, you so crazy

I can see you now, Martin voice high with your man in the hotel lobby

The way the water was glistenin' all over your body

Dreadful

I said, my nigga, you knows how I craft this shit

It's craftsmanship

This where practice get, classic bitch

You're an embarrassment

Fuckin' savage to the sport that I married in

I horse niggas that how I carried it

Arrogant, fuck what you averagin', I'll shatter it

I mastered it, pure passionate

Ask him if he think it a mistake when I say I'ma show him how much of his face is accident

Don't assume you got access

If I gotta knock you into another world nigga, you better come off an axis

I go into a city and turn new revenue into rappers

You ain't payin' me nigga you payin' taxes

Look I love you, but you can't be in here like you Andre The Giant off the turnbuckle and don't rumble

You say to money, "Whoopi! Well Sister you gotta Act."

You can't pound this, [?] gun so big it need about three duffles

And then you get into real trouble and start blowin' the hustle

You and G Mayne Frost got into a shovin' match and you didn't go get the shovel

Now I don't got a lot of questions, well maybe a couple

Now in the footage you go, "Eh, don't do that." Then he did that

And then somewhere in there we lose you in the scuffle

Now what I wanna know is, was you fast or was you furious nigga?

Cause they out here sayin' you flew the coop like Vin Diesel stunt double, nigga

Talk to me baby, talk to me

The way you in here fail it ain't fair

I swear if you see me and a bear fight, don't worry about me, help the bear

You'se a waste of my motherfuckin' time nigga

And you're cuttin' into your mother's fuckin' time nigga

[Round 2: Arsonal]

Fastest way to Harlem is the A right? That's what you say, right?

These theatrical performances is why they pay right?

But you're copyin' all your antics off a weirdo, that's how you play, right?

Shit, nigga you should've came dressed as a vampire, we all know you afraid of daylight (Daylyt)

But let's get off that

Y'all want me to prove it? Let's talks facts

Don't be afraid to talk dirty my nigga I talk back

You should wanna be a better father to yo' son nigga

Look how Khalid handle a side now

The bitch raisin' yo' son got a felony that's why his mother ain't got a job now

She got caught, cause it was another nigga behind the wheel cause his daddy ain't want to drive now

She bust the checks, you supposed to maneuver the V, Bonnie & Clyde style

What you gon' tell yo' son nigga

How his son was robbin' Peter to pay Paul?

Or make up some all American story about how she competed and played ball

Was weeded since yay tall, succeeded and stay hard

Or is you gon' tell him how you B. Dot, Daylyt and King Los all worship the same fraud?

Is you gon' keep it real wit him? Or say some shit to dismiss him so you ain't gotta deal wit him?

You ain't gon' be happy until a nigga like [?] decide to chill wit him

But you try to paint the large picture and prove Cal' pops was some lost nigga

No field nigga, house nigga, boss nigga we all niggas

You just auctioning off your soul, tryin' to sell it so you get on quicker

Brother Polite don't equal no god nigga

You said you used to battle off the roof and the loser had to jump

Man it look to me like you battlin' fo' yo' life

You lookin' more and more like Pookie every month

But see I know you Lux, and I listen to the sermons different

Oh I know about all your surgeon visits

And according to Harlem hospital, Usher ain't the only nigga out here that was burnin' bitches

Three shots up in his ceilin', listen my words is different

I said three shots of penicillin, he on his third prescription

Oh his nerves is twitchin', Donald Trump mask, the Purge against him

This point will end ya quick, Derek Rose edition

I'ma get 'em all to look in yo' hood, I got a service engine

No extension, it's sawed off, it had a circumcision

You think these crackers gon' keep it real wit ya?

All this righteous shit, bullets still hit ya

Oh you think cause you rock a lil' bit of Tommy Hilfiger

Society want to deal witcha

Man, you out here tryin' to break yo' people down

Man, we don't cry over no spilled liquor

I need you to look in the mirror at 4:44 and tell me what you see John...still nigga

Don't matter what you grow up to be John, still nigga

You ain't pullin' that Calicoe shit on me John, how it feel nigga?

I'll reach for that iron then clap it, y'all gon' see Ars' spit wit a Tech 9 in front of Lux

It's gon' remind you of that Lionz Den classic

Mask on, windows up while the tires spin backwards

I shoot with one arm out, chin down, that's a violin tactic

I said Newark my birthplace, preacher man, you better button up your shirt straight

My nina ain't just to bust, lil Spanish thot on the first date

They ask me, "Ars', why you keep rappin' 'bout guns in yo' battles?"

Cause it's hammers in my work place

And this the nigga that put the Tech 9 in front of me in the first place

So I guess I gotta expose the fact that you a fiend

Since you won't admit yourself

Four years ago you said, "Harlem hospital givin' beds out."

But you still didn't admit yourself

You'd rather risk your health then to go get some help?

Mama say get yo' belt

You was out here servin' fiends, now you in here takin' hits yourself

You supposed to be a king nigga, you goin' against yo' team

You in this yourself, tonight you alone my nigga

Fuck V12, you in this yourself

You know the difference between me and you?

You fake and you soft

I've been doin' you free favors my whole career and I'm still breakin' you off

It don't matter how much this card cost

I can break even or be takin' a loss

As long as I give these fans what they desire, that's what make me the boss

Vs Hollow you said, "I need 40 shorty" and I made that happen, right?

For just you

My word is my bond, I live by that code, that's what I stuck to

But now ya back and you're back workin' for me

So now it's, "Fuck you"

Cause I'm the lil' brother my big brother been lookin' up to

I was drivin' that school bus for a livin' nigga

You thought I was havin' fun on it?

Well I ain't enjoy my days til I pulled up to that buildin' in Harlem and you put yo' son on it

Nine in the percussion family, his baby brother got a drum on it

It's automatic it spits so quick if I remix it I'm puttin' Pun on it

Nigga you threw me in the ring Lux, you ain't teach me to rhyme

Bitch nigga, I saw you runnin' from Iron Sheik in his prime

I let you speak to a nine

Head shot, doctor will be tellin' yo' mother that a Hollow clearly beat you this time

What ch'all thought? I was gonna respect you?

Like you was somethin' special?

I'll walk into yo' church and slap the shit outta whoever you sittin' next to

Nigga, yo' son's sand castle, that's what I step through

Snoop in Baby Boy, "I hate you too little nigga. You ain't my son."

I don't even treat him like my nephew!

I was a different dude, always abided by them different rules

I was taught, "Squeeze questions, leave questions way after you ditch the tool."

Robberies on different dudes

I was on the move with sticks before I learned to stick and move

Nigga, you ain't droppin' wisdom fool

You a false prophet, tryin' to profit off those with lost priorities

It's all logic the plug has to be involved, they all sockets

If you wanna enlighten and bitin' when writin' get off topic

You must switch the subject to fully school a nigga, boy stop it

You ain't took Math yet, you still walkin' through these halls boppin'

You ain't battle nobody from the English decent, your card's droppin'

You out here spittin' science fiction predictions while Lord's watchin'

[?] leave you cut out for these punches; Bernard Hopkins

I was in Manhattan for the day, I'm mackin' wit your bae

(Oh they talkin' while I'm rappin'...LOOK AT ME KING!)

I was in Manhattan for the day, I'm mackin' wit your bae

Pickin' her brains, I'm tryin' to figure out the address where you stay

I get to clappin' with the K, head shots, they gon' be missin' you dearly Beloved

Bow y'all heads, we are gathered here today

Whole neighborhood had your back son if you was cool

You had a whole bunch of strangers ridin' witchu like an Uber pool

But nobody in yo' inner circle thought you was cool

Y'all just a whole bunch of squares that finally came together and formed the Rubix Cube

I said, if you want wreck in this motherfuckin' ring

Get tangled, I'm well rounded

Man, all them stupid ass Chinese man angles don't work on a nigga that's well rounded

My shit is real, I wish V12 would shut the fuck up

John, your lucks up nigga

[Round 3: Loaded Lux]

I'm back to make the UDubb ultimate again

Yeah, yeah they done turned this sucker shit into a lick

Let get 'em shakin' in they shoes

My tongue will take you to the groove

Look at 'em, they waitin' on a move

Cause I ain't here playin' by the rules and it's makin' 'em confused

Ain't the bus driver 'pose to be takin' niggas to school?

It feels like vibes changin' in the room ya know

(Stop pickin' on him!)

I told him, "Just pick a forum", that's destiny I can't pick it for him

But I'ma kick through the picket fences

I'ma pop on his grandpops, I'll blame it on ya old head

He got you out here like it's green grass, blue skies when it's code red

And O-Red who you should hand it to nigga

Ya show dead but ya gon' [?]

Ars' fans, don't give up on holmes yet

You go there and you vote for him

Cause y'all the reason this nigga came in here and broke a leg, both of 'em

His road runnin' out of lane

I'm ashamed ya got a name on my platform

Endin' up this kind of lame, it's not the same

The nigga comin' to Blackout at events and ya fallin' off the stage

And ya keep comin' back out here again

Like we don't see you fallin' off and it ain't staged

And nigga you gonna back up like this?

God d- this worse than the time Trick Trick was movin' forward to the stage, nigga

I'm just sayin', they lookin' forward to his grave

You 'bout to end up dressed up like the roles Martin played, it's all the same

I'll explain

When the Grapes viewin' you at Big Momma's House but they got to hear mama pain

I'm just sayin', nigga

Is you really in retirement though? Is that actually a fact?

How you gon' stop battlin' for a rap career and you battlin' wit that?

I mean I heard ya shit nigga

Really? Rap songs?

I'd rather hear House Party back on

The way I was skippin' through the records like Chill bumpin' the table while Bilal gettin' his scratch on

I'd rather put a track on for an hour straight of a hacksaw scrapin' a blackboard

I'm choppin' it up about you brickin'

Breakin' it down right in front of you and I got a class full

That's what you ask for

Daniel-san, I could try to clean it up but you know damn well

As soon as I put that wax on it was wax off

That's what you asked for

You should've bought some time

Paid attention, you'll live a richer life

Stop toyin' with learnin'

Don't play school if it's your (Fischer) Price

You know I'm a teacher that don't need tenure, right

You know I don't wanna see lil' Kali endin' up like a Jenner, right?

Didn't mean to offend ya twice

I'm in here just strikin', I'm a master

They want Bison to punch lightening

I'm mic'd in for the kid in the slums fightin'

He just want a bottle, Cus D'amato, I'm a young Tyson

I get to ambushin' with ambition, kickin' these handwrittens

Minus the man mittens

Ars', you was takin' random leave for family need

2013 you called me out against K-Shine

Stage 48 was the scene

Now it's first 48 on the screen

You that same punk kid usin' this gang shit to chase a dream

But it ain't what it seems

Big brother see ya hand, ya Peter Pan

But y'all never land (Neverland) with this make believe

Let's change the speed

The mind is the real threat, build pecs

I pull a chi in with a breath

Ya Chia Pet ya just here (hair)

I know he came to make a movie and I can't Judge Dredd

Might look like a Predator but he Alien to the skill set

You dead if you don't feel that

If dimwitted, I'm tellin' you it's the state of mind he in

Ya slow, I gotta show you what you might've missed

Ya goal ain't got the Midas print

That's my fault though, Lionz Den designer glitch

I'm back chimin' in

I check [?], ya lifespan just...lookin' like some tight spandex with the vagina print

This pussy been pokin' at me

And I'm 'bout to slide inside the grid

Realign the fiber wirin' to find the chip

On my shoulders it's taken toll, Ars' breakin' code, I gotta encrypt shit

Let's modify a bit

You was guided down, Bobby Brown, started out poppin' shit

Ya can't put down that crack no more, well that's your Prerogative

Somethin' gotta give

This a legend vs allegedly, you retirin'

I hope so nigga, yo' shit tirin'

You a novice at bein' clever I promise you that I'm better

I'm positive

Ya boys pay me the coins cause that's the only way off me you gon' get some type of dime in this (dominance)

It's obvious this brother throwin' the season in

Cause I'm hungry

I told him to put that bread together and let us (lettuce) see what tomato give, the Godfather flick

It's contracted killers and silent operatives

He sense swag and a copper friend finna lock me in

So you not the boss, that's just politics and you got a partnership

And all this goin' noodles like you pullin' the strings then we meet boy (meatball) you ain't the source, see (saucy)

Aye that's what bein' impostors (in pasta) get a mobster clip

His posture's stiff

Ars', you makin' music or tryin' to Crip?

Oh you just playin' violent, I see

Well that's instrumental to violins while ya rip, why pretend?

Booby fake, you was gettin' college in (collagen)

But what's a scholarship to the [?]?

That's a power trip

These chakra's lift that shock will shift an organ glitch, call it quits

I bring water (war to) shit, ain't diarrhea that's direist

My die will fit for high intense, you hide intent

I hope viewer discretion advised the kids

Ya now lookin' at a pump fakin' professional goin' against the grain right now

Jersey

Cause home is not a place to be tryin' this

Mind ya biz

Tay Roc you a light attempt

Stand down this mice to men, I ran down

Look nigga, the only thing you could do for battle rap now is mic us in

Jordan back nigga, Mike is in

And I fight to win

So you go out here and find us a finalist

And you tell him I'm in this to be ominous

Keep an eye on me nigga, iron fist

Tighten grip, giant wrist, a might hit

Loyal to death, I'm like a German scientist with the signin' pen

Damn, and I do timed events like a Zionist

He don't know who he rhymin' wit

Man, I will battle anyone on the card with this hand of Jesus nigga

Don't you ever throw rocks at the sun, you can't reach

[Round 3: Arsonal]

Unlike you I got to pay for all of this

Ya know, this is my final round of battle rap please applaud me

I got to end with a strong finish

You said, "Hov givin' out niggas a million dollars worth of game for $9.99", I'm in the wrong business

I heard that, shit, still to this day I ain't let that song finish

I ain't gonna have to go to trial for this body nigga, they all witness

Now is you a Free Mason or a nigga that just be free basin'?

You livin' 2 Fast to be Furious, you see what happened to Paul Walker when he was speed racin'

You dream chasin'

While I'm out here askin' Freddy if he seen Jason

Nigga these nightmares reality nigga, I don't need nathan

I will shoot you in yo' motherfuckin' forehead if you every try to underhand me

And just cause I stood over yo' body to do it nigga don't mean that you don't understand me

Do you understand me?

You got murdered nigga! Not with the Calicoe but the Clip had Hollow's in it

I said Murda Mook, Calicoe, Charlie Clips, Hollow

Isn't it ironic and kinda iconic that at this time and minute

If you define and get it you'll see that an arsenal (Arsonal) contain all of those contents in it

You disguised your image

You manipulated the 5%ers

Started usin', I watched you powered ya face up, tryin' to hide a blemish

You a conscious brother, but your conscious isn't

You'll meet with a shotgun at the line of scrimmage if you don't mind ya business

Tretch told me yo' mother was some skinny bitch who used to be suckin' Vinnie dick behind the benches

Knowin' that yo' father wasn't yo' father but she still had him at them doctor visits

She all kind of vicious

Every nigga in the hood been in her, she a Honda Civic

Callin' my phone for a fix at 5AM, usin' all them Obama minutes

Oh, Grape Street been gettin' money cuz

Your folks was buyin' crack off of my buddies cuz

Losin' weight off that rock I done seen your pop go from Sherman Klump to Buddy Love, nigga

And you followin' in the footsteps of daddy, copyin' what he does

Yo' daddy lookin' at his son seein' a reflection of what he was

So what I know a cop named L? What I'm supposed to feel funny?

If you ain't got an inside man nigga you ain't never made no real money

Come here L, I know when them crackers comin'

I know when them raids comin' and when them crackers tryin' to steal from me

I got a nigga wit a legal firearm that'll drill for me nigga

Nicky Barnes, Frank Lucas, them niggas pocket's stay swole

Bugsy Siegel was lethal and gettin' it by the case load

Even El Chapo payed copo, hella pesos

What I'm tryin' to say is every gangster you ever heard of had a cop on his payroll, nigga

I empty off the clip and then off him with a two piece

So criticizing those I keep close only make you weak

Nigga get yo' facts right before you start markin' on loose leaf

Cause L Wisdom ain't really even a cop he like Martin off Blue Street, nigga

I'm tired of the games he play

You'll end up another sad story on a rainy day

Or then it's back to that shit you was sniffin' to take the pain away

Don't end up like the Russians did Lonzo endin' of Training Day

This shit here like Jumanji, a real dangerous game to play

You under Brother Polite, new covenent

Where consciousness meet commerce

Well right now you at Newark Symphony Hall nigga, where your conscious can meet Converse

Y'all wanna know why I'm really retirin' battle rap?

Y'all wanna know?!

It ain't y'all fans or the rappers, it's these niggas, these league niggas

Supposed to be my brothers to help me feed niggas

Organik called my phone and said, ICE can't be on yo' card, I couldn't believe niggas

Cause I just went and did y'all event cause I'm a G nigga

I'm tryin' to figure out, y'all think we wanna steal y'all rappers, what y'all concerned wit?

If one hand was washin' the other we all could learn shit

Smack you my brother but them contracts burn quick

Cause right, you can't copy respect but you can earn it

That's why I wanna know why niggas like DNA got over 100 battles and ain't got a house for his family

That shit ain't addin' up

It's cause punk ass leagues like Lionz Den don't give a fuck about the battler, nigga

As long as you takin' they chump change they ain't mad at ya

You did two battles on my league and I gave you enough money to feed the whole Africa

So don't you ever in yo' motherfuckin' life say I ain't help you feed yo' family nigga

Cause truth is

I put just as much food on yo' son table as you did, nigga

What have you done?

For yo' son...that I ain't do?

I ain't buy him that fool's gold

But I bet you this motherfucker's Alpha N Omega check sponsorin' his school clothes

What have you done, for yo' son, that I ain't do nigga?

I put money in yo' pockets that you couldn't afford 'em

You need to introduce to Uncle Ars', tell him the nigga buyin' him all them joys

What have you done for yo' son that I ain't do nigga?!

My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic

(And you can't spell "bars" without puttin' that "Ars" in it!)