Gully TK - Arsonal vs Swave Sevah lyrics

[Round 1: Arsonal] Ayo, aye Charron You said my name first bar of ya battle I know you ain't think that was actually gon' make me mad I mean thinkin' about another man in your battle bruh That's full f*g The Saurus just whooped your f**ing a** You need to get back in yo bag You don't do rematches, I don't do rematches But everybody in here know I do play Capture The Flag Now once again I'm here not in the States, I'm in the provinces I'm on another n***a stage being another n***a consequence Up in another n***a face snatching this ugly n***a confidence I'm supposed to be having a battle against Swave Sevah n***a sound like Cookie Monster He up here having a battle against his sinuses I swear to God I'm not continuing Until you blow your f**ing brains away Oh you gon' act like you don't wanna take this tissue? Well can you at least try this nasal spray? Enough with the jokes, we both Americans so I'ma keep it 100 I will bend ya men, make my palm meet them frames to show them I could lend a hand Shoot ya Mother Mother for 15 seconds I will Instagram with two clean Mexican Mossbergs Call ‘em spic and span or Cortez and Uno Lavoz I'm from an ignorant land land where n***as clip they men for a brick of 10 You'll die from this AR Why? It was the written plan...D I A R Y, diary, written plan I stood on that corner with base like I'm Cal Ripken, damn Ya'll wondering ‘Ars you W biggest event in two days why you ain't in it fam?' Well this chess not checkers, I own that, this my gift to fans I had a vision plan, fallback from the rapper, become the business man Now I wrestle and get paid off everybody that enter my ring, n***a I'm Vince McMahon I said I'm pimping and I'll make that big b**h Jaz battle come hustle for me You ain't immortal in combat, you Immortal Technique understudy I throw a bullet at a Mossberg, shotgun, no huddle for me You a Mark like Wahlberg, you Ted Thunder Buddy And I heard you bone thugs for the love of money Is that true? Cause my n***as believe that I take ya Father good arm and Christopher Reeves that Once upon a time you was the man Now ya image is saying wack You was on top, I press your bu*tons and you fell to the bottom fast as vending machine snack You must have been looking through [?] binoculars when Rex got the win Bishop and Ganik called my phone with your ex conferenced in I mean just cause I got a PS4 don't mean I ain't gon' play with your ex box again I DX and tell her to s** it like X-Pac and ‘em, bars Sometimes I forget bars which means I really grind And I practiced I practice but I still couldn't remember any lines against Charron So yeah I pulled out my phone, I did that plenty times That just goes to show whenever I'm in the gym I reach for the metal anytime At least I finished mine even the tortoise beat the hare to the finish line I take a pretty 9, go to your son favorite Chuck E. Cheese and shoot up the kiddie line I got bars and disrespect with a witty mind Me and ya b**h spend plenty of time And when we F we 69, that's a Fendi sign Bars after bars after bars, that's all ya'll heard from me You couldn't see me through those lenses with laser optic surgery My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic and you can't spell bars without putting that Ars in it SWAVE SEVAH Yo King Of The Dot, I hope ya'll prepared for a show Yo this n***a so black, where'd he go? Organik, I ain't gon' Rap till he come back out Ya'll already gave him the advantage by calling this event “Blackout” What's that about? This playing field should be an even forum What? That tight a** Canadian tank top he wore last time got ya'll jigging for em Peep it dawg, I ain't come this way to be avoided I had to get a [?] to get across that boarder I came here to destroy him, oh, there you are Now understand you're my man and I ain't here to f** you up, I'm just here to spa Nah, I'm lying bro, I can't deny it yo Ars I know we cool but you still dying though That iron blow I fill ya mind and soul with all kinds of hoes I clap thunder got all ya cats running Feel like I'm lion though You's a hoe a** n***a how we doing this Ars? You confusing me, your body language movement is off Is it disrespect or we violating or we using these bars? Is it amusement and art or bruises and scars, n***a? Cause I came to scorch ya, torch ya Find a chapel, grab a scalpel, scalp you and drag you up to the altar Your life is a price in itself that should of cost ya If God requires a sacrifice you who I'ma offer, off ya Burst the Desi, head shot…[?]…all ya dregs looking like burnt spaghetti But since you my man and I'm having a nice week I ain't gonna cover you with dirt, just with a white sheet [Round 2: Arsonal] I advice you just keep it all bars I ain't the n***a you wanna get personal with you battled on my league In the contract lays your real name and your real age if you really wanna get on some personal sh** Now that's the type of information I could get surgical with But since you keep tellin' them you my man, do you wanna keep it all bars or do you really wanna get on some personal sh**? I'ma keep it all bars! Ya b**h love me, she been reaching out, she was tryna let this dick drill her I mean her weave ratchet but that Bun B on point, that b**h Triller I got a pistol on the car dash she in, I'll let Kim k** her While this Gaylord watching me f** her, Ben Stiller You went to the Philippines and battled Batas And got zipped like the red leather that's in Thriller Honestly I wanted to look in the eyes of his k**er By all means, out of all things, you lose to him, n***a? A Chinese rapper with all schemes, call that a Chinchilla Swave fabricating, his imagination is fascinating He think he just battling some dried up grape, well that's a raisin, my stash amazing You ain't seeing this straight, that's an Asian That hospital finna go out of business, I'm lackin' patients No man is perfect but God and never has he made a bad creation Even his enemy was an angel at first And that was Satan So let me guess Swave, you be out on your block package slinging False accusation You rather stay in the cut so I'ma sprinkle the truth in your lacerations I'ma treat you like a b**h with hairy legs, n***a Meaning a bullet soon as you get Nair f** a razor, ain't no need for me to shave n***as ‘I feel sorry for your Mother' What you say about my Mama? Bang bang bang! Put him in the grave, n***a ya'll don't get that? This battle gon' be 3-0, dawg, Larenz Tate with the braids n***a Ya'll don't remember that? Harold at the red light Well let Swave get seen in traffic I'ma stick him with Earvin Johnson needle, then ask, ‘Do you believe in magic?' I come to your aid without a cure I'm the meanest ba*tard and you'll never beat me You like Frazier tryna swing with Ca**ius I'm really strapped Your guns pop up like a genie's magic Swave you shook or you just lookin' through Afeni's gla**es? Afeni Shakur that's Pac Mom I'm on SeveringSwave.com They don't hate you cause you black, it's cause you wack, n***a, stop cryin' I'm black as hell, like you said, they don't knock mine This black on black prime time But we surrounded by the Whites, like the circumference of a stop sign Now what you gon' tell me? How you turn this grape into fine wine? When I been k**ing n***as from the city of Harlem before Grind Time Hate k**ing, but got a murder between those is a fine line I'll pull it and he'll catch bullet bullet, Buju Banton Now, aye Pen, ya'll can cry I mean cause this a team Homi, that mean ya'll all could die I'm one n***a walking with two K's, Karl Kani What other knife you got in your Arsenal that's as sharp as I? I see my enemies vivid, you Jiminy Cricket, you just talkin' fly Man this rebel armed, he know that, that's what caught his eye Only thing is this rebel arms stay swinging, I'm like that Carlton guy n***a my sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic Round two they can't spell bars without putting that ars in it [Round 2: Swave Sevah] Yo, Arsonal the rebel That's who Darryl Jones speaking as? Well whatever consequence a rebel gets, n***a you need it fast You too disrespectful, somebody need to teach you cla** Where I'm from if a Father got a rebellious son, he beat his a** See the past two years there been a rise in Homi style Cause my team been on a warpath, a lot of bodies drop You can joke ‘til you get hit by my karate chop Or I make a call and get you done worse than Mazaradi Fox Grape Street Crip? n***a please, you a grapefruit I cut you so deep the first blood that leak will look like grape's juice Till the air hit it and you left for dead with ya breath skipping And the blood soak through ya clothes looking like you set tripping Run and tell all of his boys Ars ended up bloody I f**ed him up, gut punch, Ars throwing up bloody You tried that funny sh** with Charron But if you mush me, you getting an all expense paid trip to see Tookie, p**y Why'd you name yourself Arsonal anyway? And don't tell me cause you got many K's and your semis spray Nah, you can't convince me you some sharp shooting expert when you mentioning weapons straight off the Cartoon Network I can't imagine having a conversation about weapons with Ars He like, "Swave, they building a factory for Smith & Wesson or on Mars?" f** outta here What you know about airing techs ‘til your trigger finger blistered and you gotta get your hearing checked? You know nothing, Ars a runner I bang mine so many times the kickback gave me carpal tunnel But Ars my brother and I'm having a nice week So I'm not gon' cover you with dirt, just with a white sheet Team Homi n***a [Round 3: Arsonal] Alright, you mention something about teaching me and sh**, right? Oh hol' up, Bonnie! Hey Bonnie! See I wasn't gon' diss you but you said something about me, you b**h you Why don't you pull out that mothaf**in Bible and say Daylyt ain't hit two But see you talked about me supposedly eating a female's a**, when your man s** tranny dick and come home and kiss you Alright, now the third round's the most memorable, so I'ma school him I gotta teach ya how to do it with cla** but whoop your a** just for principle See you was cut from the team before you even got your physical My gun a boss, that sh** fire before you even get the interview Now you tryna battle and beat me with intellect But what about those who don't catch it? They can't intercept Then I become the bigger threat In these streets I'm link like the Cuban around Jigga neck I always got some iron in my jeans, I keep my denims pressed I keep plenty heat, stick a knife through any beef before my dinner blessed Now I Swizz Beatz, my cousin did a bid for some dope floating up sh**s creek He home now, no longer is he state property [?]] First n***a think sh**s sweet, before this sh** sweeps, three n***as stomp him with both shoes Alive we bury Swave six feet You real? Why cause you touring with Immortal Technique? Got a new deal? Hollow get Lux and I'm stuck with the deep voice n***a from Dru Hill? You ain't get Ars cause you nice and got that Mook feel You got Ars cause you lowered your price, how the truth feel? I'm loccin', blue steel, get his big body a coupe feel Once I chop this n***a down a size, he'll get his roof peeled Oh I keep live bands, give you that Roots feel But this like being on d**h Row with No Limit Swave you done sign with a Snoop deal My bars crazy, I don't need sign language to let my hands speak Cause I throw wild punches in a circular motion like I was Zangief You Rap on instrumentals I saran beats You ain't a Battle Rap legend, you old, you's an antique I mean [?] deaf, or the same vehicle as Professor X I have my young n***as draw on you, call that an Etch A Sketch You a gigantic a**hole, meaning your rectum stretched You wanna meet God? Heavens How High? Ask Red and Meth n***a you out here rapping for money, cause you tryna get your license back I'm out here rapping for the culture, and I'm tryna bring the lifeless back They drive the rides authentic, you could never put a price on that So all that tae kwon do, n***a we been fighting in the streets before the Ryu vs Bison match You ain't the type to scrap my hood ain't nothin' like a frat Glove on the left hand of Jackson, I'm bringing Michael back Why this ain't a title match? Cause you got to earn your respect That's why I'ma cremate your ashes then urn you before you light the match Now I remember the first time I got my coke stash hit I got locked up, I was labeled as a low-cla** Crip You fake rich, don't get your poor a** stripped You a female dog with a fractured tailbone You ain't nothin' but a broke a** b**h And a snitch, but before I snitch n***a you gon' have to bust my canopy Cut off both hands, all 10 toes and kidnap my family I still ain't ratting Mama rebel really made a man of me And my Grandma told me to k** that n***a Swave, take it to court and then plea insanity n***a my sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic You can't spell bars without putting that Ars' in it [Round 3: Swave Sevah] Now lets talk you Jersey n***as and the history when I get ‘em Cause it ain't no secret or mystery, I k** ‘em Take ‘em out the game early, hang jersey, James Worthy status Retire them but remember them as greats like Bird and Magic Nah, see if ya'll thought that then ya'll very foolish I said retire them but I'm thinkin' more like Hank Gathers and Reggie Lewis You got a million viewers? Good I hope all your YouTube fans see me beat you to d**h in this ring like Boo Boo Mancini n***a I'ma host your funeral service, no need to prolong Your ghost floating up the heavens, we waving, so long, this n***a's no more Organik about to catch this body on footage and try to sell it like he [?] Hold on, n***a you really think you beat Hitman? Lets see, Red, Suge, Solo, your whole squad I damn near despair Now it's your turn, I got the type of bars ya'll can't withstand Mad punches over ya head, I'm like Ip Man Toronto, I hope ya'll don't think ya'll need him See ya'll invite the man, he tries to bite the hand that's tryna feed him See against this he dissed Drake, that was a mistake He was the reason why ya'll battled, he put up the cake See if I was Drake, I would out went all out to show you how we play Told Chubbs rally up the thugs and drag you down G-way I would of tied him up, tell Hush make sure he get molly whop but don't k** him just yet save the stretching for Johnny Rocks Don't stop ‘til he recount every one of his statements that have Charron dressed in all purple But I'm not Drake and Ars you my man and I'm having a good week So I'm not gon' cover you with dirt, just with a white, nah f** that n***a you done wack I came to demolish him Dump lead, remember bunk bed coffins? He getting the bottom one Team f**ing Homi n***a