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Arsonal & Kid Chaos vs. B. Dot & Real Sikh
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So we got Arsonal the bus driver Babysittin' the kid Versus the best rappers of 2020 We was killin' that sh*t And they was callin' me a Lux clone Like you got symptoms of his Thought everything was healthy 'Til he went and got sick (Sikh) And we was friendly now we not In the city you an op' For a Benji or pretty penny we finna get him popped No really really they dizzy if we box Knew we was on they heads Soon as they seen an Indian with Dot Your battle with Saga is how you two got stuck And you was actin' like you seen the new 2Pac huh Over reactin' to a few high jump You saw the preacher with the Kid and you got touched? Y'all look like y'all related Aye it's height he like And Ars' rap about f**kin' mothers and wives, he grimy Oh I see Nah B Chaos, was your mom in Jersey in the 1990's? That is ya dad! I really think cuz is ya fam' Cuz if Arsonal not poppin' then you stuck in a jam I'll knock him out, don't put your little boy in front of me I own the Kid with these knuckles, I got joint custody F**k ya team This the new cla**, we boostin' our stats up You only teamed up with Ars' for his views and his stature But since he trash It's movin' us backwards Funny, I thought a Kid with an arsenal (Arsonal) Would be shootin' the cla** up You the enemy 'til then Time to Elevate Real Sikh Y'all better set of compet**ors, the best in the buildin' I got the scope and you know that I'm ready to kill them I got him in the view (interview) with B. Dot like Elliott Wilson Now ask 'em if they might die Flatten his lifeline is in his fight prime Jabbin' on that type time, shatterin' his right side One lift him up and another crack his (cracker) face Like you battlin' a white guy Can't spell "Bars" Without puttin' that "Ars" in it Couple pistols, no government issues than our Senate Arsenic Molotov, then they Dark tinted Car flippin', y'all really stand up guys Y'all not trippin' I'm confident Y'all gettin' Caught in this A**ault mission Got Army vision, Chaos hit At a far distance Snipers gotta measure the breeze, that's what I'm on wit' him Now his bullets just like his raps, you know Long winded Chaos listen You dope but the way you rap, I'm annoyed Overexplaining your bars is a tactic to avoid The fact that you can't rap with cadence and poise No rhymin', just your miming movements, makin' no noise Judging your raps You would be okay with the choice to be in an interrogation room and flake on ya boys The snitch type Wastin' time, raisin' your voice, explaining yourself then finally making the point Quick question How'd it feel pretendin' his sh*t's impressive? Chaos I know you You don't really mess with his simple penmanship You a perfectionist, I'm guessin' you've written 76% of this and left him a little section for disrespectin' Your sh*t's impressive, but this b*t*h is lost, misdirection Yo, even the people listenin' can sense it They got different methods Chaos is content filled Ars' is content with filler Like a chick that's gettin' lip injections Well this the message, your people they crown you There's a lot of hate 'round you Your last battle ain't sound cool Can't make your style digestible I know a way how to Put money on his head, then we can take him at face value Now you gettin' backstab wounds, that'll get your back tattooed Only have to craft two rounds to Glad bag you It's a 30 before 3:00, half past 2:00 With more fire material than a hazmat suit Aye this the new cla** rules F**k ya past dues What have you Done lately? Run for safety on the fast move Your last few Been bad too Relax you Been trash fool But he said he got mad views B*t*h N***a We ain't ask you Y'all gonna lose We relaxed and we comfortable We ain't correctin' ya spellin' When we say it's Real (W)rap With the "W" Jersey I said, once again I'm here, I'm in another n***a's state Wait, wait, since Blood is in ya face And I'm the Crip type, this the first time you get to see C comin' with the K Well I'm jumpin' in today Hut hut, let's run the play Runnin' back with your remains, I won't fumble with the K Grip him with the mask, I'll up it in ya face BAOW Clappin' like your huddles when it break You like to belittle people and they flaws huh? Well I got a snub pistol to uplift you Revolver for the revolutionary Shot through the brunt tip where iron too can judge mental (judgmental) Pistol whip, the b*** hit you Keep it, ain't done witchu Yeah I like to elaborate on my point Let the trauma be blunt witchu Ars' if you jump I'ma jump with you When it's up I won't fuss with you Aye whatchu think comin' out, I got a pair of noid (paranoid) You can trust issues I catch Aaki at the breakfast spot We servin' bacon and ham Make sure it's extra hot 30 release, I Curry n***as, these tips hit like a Stephan shot Y'all chemistry A +, and I can give you your props Sikh that just confirm that you a square Why? Cause of how well you connect the Dots Well message Dot, this gon' look like a western when the Wesson pop I'm beatin' this b*t*h all in front of Kid, I'm a domestic pop Y'all think your sh*t extra hot? Definitely not Here no crowd gon' gas you We recharge off energy like a Tesla spot And if the hecklers watch If a heckler heckle he meet the Heckler & Koch Aw sh*t, I see Sikh (sick) and Blood, they gotta catch a shot The Desert Eagle beak will open chest, it don't care what kind of pec(k)s you got I bought two Rolex's off the backend Y'all catch that off the second watch Cause y'all don't ever stop, so don't brag about rappin' ability When you lack any actual chemistry Okay, we might've taken a pair of L's to Parallel but But that just help us establish our symmetry So real rap with Real (W)rap Rap real like it's real rap But rap reels reveal that it's not overheads But it's still cap feel black Then I treat your scalpe like the sequel to Get Out Peel(e) back You never did a drill And I ain't talkin' a two minute drill Like sendin' your men to peel Puttin' your men to sleep, to me that been a drill (Benadryl) You was on the field runnin' the pig, we was runnin' from pigs in the field Cops stopped me with the baby Hidin' the .380 all in the Enfamil The infrared create the advantage, I like to pick n***as The infra' green laser is mean, that's for the big spenders Once the heat c*ck I grip triggers Measles, chicken pox, all I know It'll be (B) Dots on a sick (Sikh) n***a Hold on, so we back on this? I'll put you to sleep when I crack yo' sh*t Oh my God I'll pull up and have ya nap on fist like an afro pick And you almost ain't get to rap on this Ars' curved you like a person who died when he had Covid how he pa**ed on sick (Sikh) And that's facts, no sh*t So you got your start on his league, a fact I just knew He tried to weed you out from the Garden State So you didn't have to uproot Well look how it come around though I chose Chaos to help confront you So Ars' gave you a style that you dubbed (UDubb) And I dubbed you And Dot, you sound bitter for real And you ain't livin' for real Tip in the middle Like we splittin' the bill Hustlin' in me for real Last cop pulled me over ain't know if I was gonna have the boy or the girl Had to treat that stop like a gender reveal Now I showed Chaos the ropes, give me game, that's what I'm sharin' now It's a chore to treat y'all like garbage That's somethin' the Kid can carry out So bro, come get disrespectful, it's time to bury clowns Watch this I... Uh huh [KC]...will f**k a woman that you care about Oh my f**kin' God I don't know how to do this Ars' Bro, I don't ponder sh*t like that When I'm thinkin' of a punch these bars land like Tarzan If I talk wild it's cause I'm swingin' from the jump Oh, we can jab the meanest I'll swing and have 'em leanin' I'll knock you into next week And I will beat your a** for leavin' Dreadlock Red dot Lead pop Neck flop Bet' not, see me and catch you with no cereal (serial) Craig pops Chest got the round trip to pull over Skkkkrrrt Rest stop Press Dot X-Box Leg drop Headshot! The king of disrespect That's him Yeah, we know you are He's that one friend that always takes the jokes too far You could be crackin' on his shoes like "Them is ugly as sh*t!" He gon' reb***al it p*ssed like "Tell your mother to suck my d**k!" Whoa, whoa WHOA I was just makin' fun of ya kicks No reason for you to bring my mother into this Yo, chill out Sikh Son of a b*t*h That disrespect is outdated It's like we advancin' how to kill And you stuck in the Civil War era Where they battled on the hill You don't have a wield It must get (musket) old seein' Arsonal be a loose cannon in the field That tough act is just for battlin' Sucka tactics Why you think you UDubb was stagnant with your budget back end? No repercussions after you were shovin' rappers So even when he pushed his league Nothin' happened Karma be comin' back They said up in Canada your wife found out you cheated, that's why bruh be mad So he be riskin' his back end, money was scrappin'? And treatin' his woman bad Why you always risk losin' your other half? It's f**kin' sad We all want our funds when the bars done But when sponsors see Ars' dumb, they all run Convinced his fans that he active but cappin' for all them You got a great lie ability (liability) cause you are one But you a movie star, huh? Well he was in Bodied That accapella reenactment of The Shelter Asked to get the villain role but they gave that to the A rapper on the west bruh You know you do too much if the cast director thought Dizaster's better Wait, he had no script, no lines, not even half a letter Just reacted next to the movie star, clappin' Guess the producer saw your past endeavors and thought you had a temper That's why you was in the background of the movie, they knew you'd be Actin' extra You had the sense the, movie ain't help battle rap, so to change it You asked Smack for a plate with someone back in the days and killed Ca**idy Maybe You knew being part of that Bodied cast was not a stat So you bodied Ca**' to place it You got type cast in a white rap- Whoa, whoa, whoa, relax, let me take this Aw sh*t We was watchin' you (Jew), ga**ed in a battle rap movie that came across (a cross) crooked like the Nazi's do Dot, is you sayin' the Bodied movie is racist? Well think about the view Look who took the shot We Royale, they want to bottle brown, lick us for our Crown I'm sayin' Henny thing is possible What we not gon' do, is brag about the numbers on the Tube Just to get on the big screen and then not get viewed I'm confused Ain't battle rap from the ashes of the trap Where we serve a fiend nicks (Phoenix) cause we trip, that's what we gots to do? Then how could you, let the white man fly us to new heights when we the ones flippin' birds and gotta c*ck a tool (c*ckatoo) Is that ringin' off? I'm not knockin' you They prolly said, "Ars', you so great. Come be in our movie. Just stand right here." Yeah, they was proppin' you Well I got the truth When you speak life that's what bothers the vultures They took a black story line and took every n***a out the frame of that picture when they decided to motion I'm hopin', he lends (lens) me his ears and eyes to see the shine Don't undermine the exposure Apparently it's photosynthesis Every card he be (Cardi B) tellin' us how he dropped his seeds then allow for the growth but Everybody seen the Bodied scenes They had you so off set (Offset), you still couldn't father the culture (Kulture) Which brings me to Kid Tell me you see what he meant for this to be When he teach you not to stretch your writtens he's Makin' up for when he left his little seed And she got F's instead of B's This his first time helpin' the Kid perform To they best abilities Really he, ain't even set up/punch He set up Set up Set up Set up Set up Set up Then he said enough He prolly got you to jot all the hot bars down You usually take 24 then run the shot clock out Ars' claim that he Jordan but took the Monstar route Cause now he part of a team that's all drawn out Is this what y'all 'bout? I don't want you to take this as hate I need you to chase the message like a dog jumpin' a gate I'm just wantin' my praise For being the architect of ya artsy sh*t, look at the sketches you've made Usin' your brush, nice and slow So similar to the stuff that I paint, but hey that's okay C'mon this the all-star game, why you makin' him wait? Just illustrate what you say Hey I was tryin' to explain When it come to the rounds, if it wasn't for Dots bein' drawn out he wouldn't have nothin' to trace Y'all gonna lose, we relaxed and we comfortable We ain't correcting your spelling when we say it's Real (W)rap With the "W" Jersey A disrespectful pen is something you gotta deal with Charlie Sheen with Covid-19, my definition of Real Sikh (sick) I been a Goonie for like real b*t*h I sold drugs (Drugz), I put in Twork with my Ace and I used the Jakk hammer to drill sh*t The .40 the chaperone Cause everybody on my field trip Extendo, copyright infringement Steel clip Get home, off to see the Wizard Will skip Tip toe, try and mind ya business Or he'll (heel) clip There's no place like home is it? I will send you to the upper room I clutch the tool I don't know what to do wit' it But it's up to you I'm a f**kin' fool And the Kid still want his credit like it's summer school It's lunch time and judgin' from your bloodline it's time to dunk a 'Ru (Dunkaroo) So what it do? You gangbang for ya peeps Braggin' 'bout your rank in the P's 'Til a pool of your blood left in the concrete Now you can say you got your stain in the street Vegan actin' like he hittin' licks He ain't never had a taste of the beef You will die if your rob Chaos n***a Take it from me Silencer on the barrel, screw it on when I make the hit Aim it you King, and you'll get thrown (throne) but you ain't a prince Air (heir) it at your section, do the most on some gamin' sh*t Random character selection You don't know who you playin' with It's on now Pin, fire in the building like it's no crowd N***as don't understand the gravity of a situation until it goes down Ars' be droppin' gems Aww n***a I'm just tryin' to give you some know-how So the Kid gettin' smart Aww n***a you think you grown now Well you know, my mom put me out for sellin' weed, I was a screwed up youth Every mornin' they tried to get the Kid off corner like a school bus route That's craz- what? That wasn't a shot bro Aight bro And don't laugh Charlies, I ain't the one to make a fool of dude Red dot for red Dot And you won't like it if I pull A you on you Like you the only one with black roots B*t*h n***a we ain't ask you Forever actin' like you the only one that can get it together But it's clear that that remedy ain't workin' Cause Sikh (sick) ain't no better You do the same sh*t {mimicking Real Sikh} "See, we're real rappers." Like that's some sh*t we ain't been N***a I've raised the bar in battle rap, you've just did it on a weight bench Greatness And I've sprayed clips, have him lay stiff Streaming for free only on Caffeine Cause you ain't Twitch Now he's on the app Tryin' to flee from attack Kool-Aid in a pouch Cause y'all will be punchin' bags This like Ca**idy When he f**kin' raps Cause this sh*t painful to watch But it's gon' keep comin' back So y'all gon' hit the floor Cause for battle rap reactions you gon' contradict for sure So of course, when the right punch hits you ain't conscious anymore Sooo I'm here to snatch every bit on confidence from your consciousness since you tryin' to convince the world of your accomplishments I'm your consequence And I encompa** it With that combat conscious sh*t I am competent Combination of comics will have you flatter than complements Pardon me bruh Y'all said y'all wasn't worried 'bout the disrespectful talkin' too much? Pardon me bruh Y'all said - bro what are you doin'? I'm just callin' they bluff Cause Charles think he tough Aw sh*t, y'all done started him up I trip turn Blood to Crip, you get to park in the front I will f**k yo' b*t*h when you outta town my n***a I know that seem wrong But I had my d**k out as soon as she answered the doorbell Ding dong Say somethin' I don't like and you get shot before the skin gone And you gon' die before your time is King Vaughn See I know a guy, dial his phone he find your home Pa**in' blunts as we hunt He'll be lookin' high and low And fire from a .22 Big problem, tiny hole So I don't know Let's just call you Forrest Gump, you dyin' slow Aye, keep thinkin' you tough Cause you gon' think that purse is worse once you see what I clutch Like the leaf on a dutch, I want all the smoke bein' this blunt So I'll shoot him while lookin' at you So I can see you see I don't bluff So I'll take the Elevator while you take the stairs (stares), then I'll beam you up And Charles fragments be everywhere when the shotty gets spread You gon' let a Murda Mook go when I'm poppin' the lead Dot on his shirt Dot on his shoes Dot on his neck Dot on his leg Dot on his head Dot on his face But he Indian bro Dot on his head Yo Dot! I started on UDubb, now I'm battlin' the owner How's that for jumpin' tiers? At this rate, I'ma battle Smack in a couple years Since I was from his league, I wanted a feature from him at least He was the most viewed, I was worried the fee would be a couple of G's Guess what It was $300 a piece I was like, "That ain't even half a stimulus check" What a relief See me now? How URL and Caffeine have crowned me If you was smart you could've built that league around me When I found out your partner was a cop I wanted to leave the county I just battled Mike P Smack, quit puttin' the police (Pulice) around me You split with your business team but think you still on a winnin' streak? Talkin' 'bout the Rebel never lost B*t*h your league disagrees Since Ray Swag left your corner you ain't had any good battles Seems you was only winnin' cause of Swag like a Goodz battle And he would rattle because he behave like a snake Like how you claim that you bang but when it came down to Dre Vishiss you never looked out for ya dawg or gave him a plate? You only call when you on your way to L.A. as a way to escape gettin' pressed by the gang They should leave you out to dry like a raisin It be the only way you relate to a Grape You not cuzzin' you fake You and Suge think it's Death Row until it's All Eyez On you then the crime scene double the take Vishiss granted wishes Gave you the tag but the label wouldn't be nothing if it wasn't for Dre What the f**k did you say? Wait, ain't this the same angle you took with Suge? Nah, see it's not congruent Honcho's the reason you n***as on the east allowed to do it Dre Vishiss taught you 'bout the JD's Gave you the science on the Grapes, how is you not the student? Actin' like you good with the projects N***a that's cause Dre Vishiss walked you through it You b*t*h a** n***a They never really found you important They was fake kickin' it witchu But look at the upside, down with the Jordans Wow, I am morphin' Everything is clickin'; endorphins, flippin' like dolphins Grippin' the four fifth, puttin' this through his forehead His name is Dre Vishiss Next time you forget the importance I'm runnin' this through your mind n***a, we memory joggin' Now Kid is the target Since it was August, you the most disappointin' that we picked on the squad of The new cla**, against vets we givin' the order to kill them and rip 'em apart when Lights flickerin' on when JC, you didn't belong then Danny smoked you, I'm feelin' off cause you really my dawg but Me, Eazy and Jey been gettin' the mission accomplished Only thing you contributed was givin' us losses I saw you get your a** whipped at your last appearance Had to stare at my dawg, whistlin' "bye", but had to act like I was bad at hearin' You ain't had the right att**ude when you rapped your lyrics But in the battle I saw your soul flyin', thinkin' "That's the Spirit." And I was sad to hear it You know Ars' is such an arrogant b*t*h consumed with his self he's (selfies) Spendin' his whole day starin' at pics and picks you for the 2 on 2 cause you resemble him but Then again I don't expect you this to be apparent (a parent) to Kid So the stick is on you No, I pull out the blade, freshman haze, I'm pickin' on you Ooh, it's about to get real and that's my dawg Ars' I, sic (Sikh) him on you The bus driver versus the Uber driver this a mean one Call me "Osama" for as problems you'll see some I'll be the Aaki but I gotta cop me a machine bruh F**k a chop cheese I'll put the chopper to your cheese Baow Die quittin' or die tryin' is the ultimatum Woke up and chose to take the violent, vile, revolting language No grey hoodie, a red hood where the homie stay with his turban and cloth dipped, I know that's a Loaded statement Both of you are overrated This won't go over great In this state your nose bridge ain't Golden Gated Open faces, break your skull like a family goin' home to home cause of low wages That mean it be broke in so many places Chrome bangin' No doctor to sew the patient Then I operate on your own to make it Homie I'm leavin' no remainders Now you gotta take out the bullet That mean you gotta find it in yourself Like motivation My level greater But meditate in the devil's lair Better have fed your collection plate I Heaven Gate ya .44 Bulldog, wide nose, it can smell a hater And if this b*t*h get to kickin' It's gonna be Chaos in (and) the Elevator I can tell ya nature With my third optical I view the op' in you You are the knot that grew I mean you would (wood) grow but all that bark is what's stoppin' you My Tennessee n***as with Arrested Development, well you did have cops with you Gettin' plugged, I'm mad you the n***a I gotta sock it (socket) to In other words, you locked in with the smoke, I'm hot boxin' you You a problem child I'm a problem too I put you in a casket and Ars' gon' follow suit I got the roof Play like you Bishop, that's not the move Tryin' to pull up with the arm, I catch you slippin', Pac in Juice We bodied you We relaxed then we comfortable We ain't correctin' your spellin' When we say it's Real (W)rap with the "W" You hip hop 'til you don't stop rappin' muhf**kas Puttin' yourselves in a box like the bars around G. Depp How ironic Two muhf**kas that don't eat pork Soundin' like Slaughterhouse rejects But see there's no mistakin' Us linkin' up made us only greater So the sword is changin' so The pen still sharpen steel If you get the point we makin' So it might get vicious I'll let an ice pick slit ya You two arrogant, egotistical, light skin b*t*hes You don't lie and sit twisted Hell, I even told 'em to hold it together on a thread But I meant st**ches So as far as blades it's black how the kid was raised cause I pick switches I'll slice too swift to ever find who hits and I'll swipe him quicker than I don't like this picture Then I, get some sh*t that's meant to murk you Kid go in like it's your curfew Spinnin' your block splittin' the Dot Yeah that's how that semi circle B*t*h I'll earth you Yeah I see you gettin' all the sh*t I learned you You got a bitter BM, right? So I'ma also use the Kid to hurt you Now talk your sh*t You know B. Dot, you're always braggin' your style is so old school cla**ic and righteous Like you great as hell cause you be wearin' them Dave Chappell hats to the ciphers Always have to remind us about a slave past that define us that traces back from babies nappin' in diapers I mean wow Why every clash this bachelor inside of to some degree have to be about the masters or minors Oh what, you teachin' us? Or just exposin' your God Complex when you preach to us? Only you bleedin' huh? Well I usually don't trust people who leakin' stuff But all my people Blood, 393, I know that he with us But I'm out here raisin' money while raisin' money for your legal funds And that's...Real You finally won a vote on Caffeine, so wait... You think that Champion poster gonna put you ahead? Cause see most people use numbers to make a list I use bullets instead So I take your body down to a swamp, where a crocodile take a foot when you dead Cause you thought bein' an animal was a joke and now one pullin' ya leg So go ahead, keep laughin' I get more sensitive than a white male I'll let somethin' kick over hehe like Mike yell Now you losin' Blood and losin' blood So a couple pints of ya type might help You gon' D.R., why (Y)? Cause your body 'bout to hit a dry spell I'm Hell I'll get you from - Time! Time! Time! Time! Can I rap? Go 'head You actin' like a year ago you wasn't askin' me for a photo You headlined one Caffeine event, n***a think he the URL logo N***a gettin' some pu**y now make a n***a go loco Anything possible with b*t*hes I watched a Viixen pull a demon out of Loso Now you got gun bars You get in front the camera and talk ratchet over some promo I got it crackin' out the Volvo With the ratchet I'm on go go You never had that can' shootin' Arm out the window while the Sudan cruisin' Carpal tunnel all in your fingers inside your hand bruisin' You wasn't forced with a life changin' decision to make, so to life you ain't no damn student You was born into it, Blood was forced in you n***a, you had a transfusion And you gon' act like I ain't provide a platform For your hairy Indian fool smellin' a** to come and rap on? I was the only n***a in Jersey that held you up high, I was that strong I'm URL's first million viewed n***a You forgot me versus Hitman is what put Smack on You gon' ask why I chose Kid Chaos, who else y'all wanted it to be? This Kid a superstar, the apple don't fall too far from the tree I who every young battle rap n***a wanted to be And you should be ashamed of yourself n***a Cause you wouldn't feel comfortable yellin' "Jersey" if it wasn't for me And that's dreadlock Red dot Lead pop Neck flop Bet' not, see me and catch you with no cereal (serial) Craig pops Chest got the round trip to pull over Skkkkrrrt Rest stop Press Dot X-Box Leg drop Headshot! Cause my pen is real, my pen is raw and my pen is authentic And you can't spell "bars" without puttin' that "Ars" in it
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