Arsonal Da Rebel - Arsonal vs Tech 9 lyrics

[Round 1: Tech 9] Let's cut this chit chat, cut off all this talking It's close to income tax, go ahead and get a car off from the auction The chances of you beating me is slimmer than that apartment You be at the back door the minute you walk in But you a fraud! Type n***a front for the broads You know I don't f** with you, but you be like "Yo that's my dawg!" And she ask me and I be like, "b**h... nawwwl!" And he dancing around like Chris Brown from Wall to Wall f**ing B-Boy, you don't got no shame And I can tell by ya dress you don't got no game You keep shaking with the gun, but you don't got no aim You ain't heard? These bullets don't got no name! I make it rain on the block! I bring pain with the Glock They say my face don't look the same with the stock I get money, it don't cost a thing to get pop Just add a lil bleach and get the stain with the mop You a down south rapper, all the dancing and the acting With dumb a** hooks, "Shorty got her booty clapping." I told you before, save all the rapping! RIP to Pimp C then I get to pimp stacking These n***as is outta control, who the f** is coaching these hoes? You only speak when you spoken to, these n***as is breaking code I guess I gotta choke a n***a, twist his arms, break up his nose Stomp his a** with dress shoes, Kenneth Cole You a business man, but a gangsta in disguise You remind me of a lawyer, you pretty good with them lies I'm on ya block n***a, you ain't ever outside If courage kept you alive, you woulda been died But it's not your fault, you ain't ever had heart Ya sister told me about them stories bout how you afraid of the dark And I'ma f** her, she said she like the way that I talk And she got a fat a**, I love the way that she walk I made her trip out OT, was still up PT He said "Bring 'em down, them crackas love that D3" Why be Mike J when you can just be me? You want a half a key, n***a I'm on key 3 The weed so green, so green, so kiwi I talk sh** about n***as, so what? They can't beat me I'm a boss with balls, them burners I need 3 I just bought a gun, I nicknamed her Fefe It's only a few of us left, but I'm still spitting Thirty 3 O's, 3-3's, I'm Scottie Pippen The birds on the stove it's nowhere near Thanksgiving Mom's in the kitchen screamin' "Tech! What you cooking? sh**! It smells like a pile of 'woo!' "Don't worry about it ma! It's just juice." I swear to God, these Jersey n***a in the booth? Make you wanna smack Jersey n***as in the booth Bag 'ern, then tag 'em, tie 'em to the back of the car, then drag 'ern! It's a shame, these f**ing f*ggots I'm Saddam Hussein Mixed with Bin Laden, I done had 'em, sh** is getting' drastic 45 automatic made out of plastic I'm getting more cake I got that raw base, I send my nephew to the store to get more plates Razor blades.... More plates! Razor blades.... More plates I turn the block into a mall place I get 'em 30 out the long face Get em the f** outta here! [Round 1: Arsonal] You a rat so I'm a d**h trap You come across my path you'll get yo neck snapped Be dead where you rest at You Philly n***as all the same, thick sunies, big mouth lil n***as That Gillie n***a bout tall as Wayne Ca**idy's a hustler now, right? Where's all this 'caine? Any n***a that think Peedi Crakk hot, done lost his brain E. Ness? He walked for some cake That f*ggot Reed Dollaz is a fraudulent fake Joey Jihad scared of Lux and took four to the face They like "what happened to Tech 9?" That boi was erased Gone from his place, lost without a trace You couldn't find you with a satellite that crawled out of space You rap down like a Nelly dancer He cop now Mook, by next week he'll be a belly dancer If I ain't the best then who better? Lux said it the best, if you knew better you'd do better And I'll spar against whoever, n***a I'm not gon lose cause I'm too clever I'm like As-salamu alaykum, I'll annihilate him Turn this n***a to a b**h, I'll Sanaa Lath' him Spit in his face and let my saliva break him m**m n***a, you don't eat pork? I'll feed you hot salami bacon And I could fight, you throw a jab and I'ma mangle you You squarer than Spongebob so Ars' gon' rectangle you Lame a** n***a, fake no name a** n***a, type to get a nose ring a** n***a Never saw a brick or c**aine a** n***a Instant messanger is the only time you AIM at n***as Now you can't wait until the day is over You claim to run Philly, why you ain't get a role in Paper Soldiers? Or State Property? Ya whole state watching me My mind still spinning, thoughts rotate properly At his last battle, T-Rex trashed you Ars' gon murder you so Mook won't have to And if I lose my troops gon blast you Once you hit the ground n***a my boots gon smash you And I ran thru Philly in a day and I found out a lot of you Philly n***as gay Southwest Philly where you silly n***as stay And if it's war I'ma drive out to Philly with the K Like bang bang boogie, we g**n p**y You the type to stick ya chin in that same dame nookie I'm insane with the thang so ya gang can't push me I'm a veteran, I think it's time to bang bang rookies And this real, this ain't the liquor talk So I'm a son you for a second and send ya a** to the liquor store Your career's not getting far n***a your career not going anywhere for awhile get you a Snickers bar It cost to listen as I'm riff raffin, sh** happens Middle finger to you pussies or at you haters as I whip pa** him Six magnums, that's 36 hits til you dead Until ya head get swallowed like a big asprin The rocks cold, yeah the wrist Aspen So I'll clap ya, I'm not a rapper, I'm a savage with a sick pa**ion I'll slap ya, choke you out and have ya kids dragging f** f*ggots, me I puff magic like that big Dragon Knock knock, let Da Rebel in I knocked on Heaven's doors just to see if Jesus let the Devil in You bet against me and you'll never win And I customized the wrist dumb b**h, I made the bezel spin You gotta a problem, we could settle then Cause you defeating me will never happen like Bam Bam letting Pebbles win And I don't chat n***a, I heard talk was cheap But if you talk, I do spark, and two talks it sparks the beef I'm from Newark, this New York, Philly n***as, you soft You pork, the only beef you had is what you bought to eat Well quick jab will knock that sunie right off ya cheek Ya reputation shattered and you scared to walk these streets [Round 2: Tech 9] I love this n***a... I love this n***a... They got me battling Beenie Man, Da Girlz Dem Suga If it's war then it's war, that's the sh** that I be on And hang with all riders cause they know that I be on And when I'm on, I'm most likely to start drawing Cause a drunk soul speak a sober mind and you a pawn Born as a b**h, born with a switch He act like he wasn't supposed to be born with a dick You see him changing his clothes wearing thongs and sh** And this the n***a that's supposed to be the leader of the clique? THIS IS SOME BULLsh*t! The f** you think I'm running from? This n***a breath smell like hard dick and bubble gum And he wanna act tough claiming he troublesome And I got the sharpshooter on the roof like "f** it, just let him run." See I don't got no picks, this sh** is nothing like goldfish This sh** is surgery, when the stomach is OP-EN! I back down and I bring that Mac round And I shoot at close range you hear "ring!" from the background I'm surprised you made it this far, my squad gutter I got goons from South Philly to the boulevard You a new school cat, a foo foo cat! Wanna play pranks on n***as, a voodoo cat I'm Barry Bonds but ain't no steroids and a bat Them hollow points feel like steroids and a Mac! I know everything about you, where you hide out Where you work at, where you ride out There's somethings about home girl you need to find out When she's not home, she's at MY HOUSE Getting down, yeah light grooving I get my back rubbed I get my body moving Pull that shotty quick... ain't nobody moving I'ma win today... and somebody losing I need cake, nah cake don't ASAP That ain't sh** for me to push this n***a tape back "Yeah I know Tech! We go waaay back!" Too much dick eating, too much fake dap I try to chill but they wanna bring the ape back I got booked, first case I had to take that That's my weed and that's my d**, that's my gun And those are my gloves, but I was tripping officer "That n***a really was," In the court room the judge quote: "You're out of luck." I got bail money "Nahhh that's not enough" This n***a tripping, snitching, he want me locked up See he took the stand, yeah he took the stand He was pointing like, "It was him, him, and that other man!" I'm like, "chill the f** out brother man!" I forgot, this lil n***a Beenie Man! [Round 2: Arsonal] Before I end your career I want you to listen hard Get your squad, have a meeting, tell 'em "Y'aII should stop rapping and go and get a job." Cause that southwest sh** won't go global Beanie Sigel don't like you n***a, Freeway don't know you Your reputation don't exist, you so local I'll tie this mail man to a fence and go postal n***a I do what I'm 'pose to, when you was locked up n***as had you dragging balls (Dragonball) like Goku No time for the small talk, we all spark My homies smell blood and fire soon as the dogs bark Your life's worth less than car parts How y'all smart when you copped your whole outfit from Walmart? My gun holla, it'll make son holla Then I send his a** back to Philly with one dollar I'll beat your wife up then spit on your son father And when I shoot I hit like the two guard at Gun zaga I'll headbu*t you til ya skull crack, my lead touch you Red rush through them creva**es like a bald cap This n***a lying on his ball sack, he probably f**ed four b**hes in his life And they all fat! My goons with me and we all strapped So how the f** you gon smoke me, when you don't even catch contacts How you signed? Where your contract? I came to let it bang and leave this p**y endangered he's a wombat You rap right? So where your songs at? Come to Philly take a piss on your porch and come and sh** where your lawn at Your jeans fake you shoulda pawned that And your b**h a jump, and since you over here There's probably 50 n***as on that She bis**ual, she ate b**hes, all that Banana clip push you ape n***as all back Now he praying to God, thought he was atheist Lux I'm k**ing this n***a, Freiz I hope you taping this This is all off the top, I can't believe this n***a came for this h*mo thug catching slow mo' slugs, he's in the Matrix You a good life n***a, not a hood life n***a Southwest where? You from southwest bubba f** You don't know what the hood like n***a, so why you talk like a mobster? You walk like a shotta, but you go to school for medicine You trying to become a Doctor, now that don't coincide Truthfully I gave ya hoe a ride, and when I dropped her off She was like "Ars, don't you wanna go inside?" And you know me, I'm thinking with my dick head, my dick said "Hmmmm..." and decided to do what his b**h said So we bust open ya front door, we "youuuu!" to your big bed She said "Let me spit my gum out Arson, dispose of my Big Red." Being the person I am, I let her swallow my dick Then beat her p**y up, I went full throttle in chick She cherished my semen, she wanted to bottle my sh** I told her leave it on ya pillow b**h, you'll acknowledge my sh** [Round 3: Tech 9] I walk around starting trouble, I'm the king of the hustle I blow air into a straw, I'm the king of the bubble The last time I fought I dropped my thing when I rumbled So I don't fight no more, I just shoot before I rumble Old head said, "Be cool, be humble." Say that sh** out loud, you ain't gotta mumble I was by myself in the dark, in the tunnel n***a lying out here, too many Narcs in the jungle I could tell a n***a real by the word exchanged I got bricks for 17, shouldn't be a word exchanged It should be a "shhhh!" my word is the gain Meet me in Harlem and we can talk about them thangs I drive a black Crown straight move out joint And ride with n***as that don't talk they just move out and point See you smoke too much dust, you schooled by the joint Dickhead high, so he hitting kegs when he point We call that off point, you need to be on Shooting at lil kids? n***a you drawing I'm just trying to figure out which sentence you on Is it a d**h wish or what the judge sentenced you on Dumb f**, your brain ain't breathing up there Whatever's the bet, just know that you leave it in here Whatever you shoot, just know I'ma even the pair Cause I got guns like white boys when they squeezing for bears My face is the mask, I rob a n***a and laugh My favorite part is when they do the 100 yard dash This K got a long reach, 100 yard grab And it came with a scope, I could hit a 100 yard a**! I got a AK flow, the 47 what I spit A Desert Eagle shot, Mac 11 and a clip It's 7 n***as riding, 7 n***as hit It's one shooter but it's gon look like several n***as hit your whip I told you I'm the sh** once you entered the room Your face frowned up and lightened the fumes Smokers on deck, I feed 'em with the spoon I'm the Lord Of The Rings I got Smeagle in the room This rap sh** weird, these rap n***as queers n***as think they hard cause they rapping with the dreads FYI I got real n***as with the dreads When I say go, them n***as say, "WHERE?!" Heavy artillery, no license for this head If they catch me with this sh**, I'm getting' fried in the chair Damn, got me tripping, vision get impaired Roll his a** in a rug and kick his body down the stairs, dumb f**! You like my rhymes, look at him dick eating I'm starting spitting, fall the f** back before this sh** be good riddance I don't play fair, I don't play fair I grip little Arsonal out the f**ing daycare With that green shirt, talking 'bout how I went to Walmart n***a you stay there, you be cashier shopping like, "C'mon, over here!" Lane 3 is open! Lane 3 is open! We got deodorant, bath and body works and sh** that you smoking! We got Nicorettes, cigarettes, whatever you smoking And I'm like "I just battled that n***a in Harlem he gotta be joking." He working for $7 a shift, n***a I make a model a brick I send that b**h home you f**ing fall in love with the b**h He be like "Ahhhh! Man I really love them tits" I be like, "Look at this dick head he f**ing fell in love with the b**h." You pull out $800 dollars, what the f** is $800 dollars? Why the f** would I even bother? [Round 3: Arsonal] I will slap the sh** out you with a closed fist Blow piff in your face then wash you shrivel up like some old sh** Now don't spit unless spoken to, don't rap unless told to do Cause I will stitch you up then reopen you I'm a motherf**ing savage on this battle ground Lux brought you here for me to chew you up I spit you out then sat you down, he ain't real, he on some fake sh** He ain't tougher than a dyke But claim he'll beat the sh** out of a straight b**h n***a just face it, you like s*uts, your wife ducks And your mom like your life cause your life s**s! You ain't real and you don't even slap box You ask cops, me I keep to biscuits in the snack box And I keep a Desert Eagle in the stash spot It's guaranteed to make a Tech fold like a laptop And I'm quick to let my Semi pop plenty shots I'm like a open soda bottle, I look at yiyr b**h and I tell her "gimme top." She sell her p**y then she gimme guap And blame the alcohol, she only had a Bud Light and one henny shot Me I had some bud, right, and some remy, ock Left hook to that right rib until your kidney drop In my state I set up plenty shop Your whole state Pennsylvania consist of all farmland and one city block And that's the highway to Lucifer, Satan or Damien You in purgatory, there's no saving him I'll wipe him off the face of the Earth and there's no trace of him A pipe jump out the clip then it jerk and it's Ghostfacing him You a following n***a so go chase at 'em Four chased at 'ern, the order was go Swyaze him, GHOST! Turn him into Casper, n***a, you lil m**m wanna be rapper n***a I'm Mortal in Kombat, so when I wrap with n***as, turn into Scorpion GET OVER HERE! I grab the n***a, Sub-zero deep freeze him And smash the n***a Fatality, FINISH HIM! Clap the n***a I keep it Trilla like Bun B And since we all Street Fighters and you a b**h I guess ya nickname's Chun-Li And I was taught my Raider how to sport my gators Only crocodile you know is Dundee And no, you can't f** with my crew I stomp his face until his cheek skin stuck to my shoe Hit you with a hot one, boi, cause I'm a G-R-A-P-E S-T Mossberg shotgun boi What the f** is going on out here? Hold... It's about to be a tragic ending at this Lionz Den I said "Lux, if I don't win we robbing these n***as Go ahead and drive 'em in" I'm from Jersey and... nah it ain't safe there Country a** n***as like you don't stay there We don't cheat to win, but we don't play fair I'll grab your mom by her fake hair and use her mouth as my daycare My palms ready, you can pay here Your life don't exist, you fairy tale like that red nose Reindeer You don't want it with Ars' you my son, I'm your boss Price on ya head, your thoughts come with a cost Pay me, I spit rabies, I chew beef when it drip gravy You a flaw to this Earth n***a you disgrace me A jab will leave you leveled and flattened Your lyrics s**, "Plus you have a terrible accent." Two more ways to damage your life I can turn into Goodz or transform into ICE Check me out, I'm Goodz, "I got a call from Lux, just yesterday Bout this corny n***a I'ma have to rest away Since I'm a Chef with the recipe' a lot of n***as getting cooked tonight Philly n***as especially" I said "Yo! Now I'm back on my bully sh**! Black gloves! Black mask! Black hoodie! b**h!" You on some rookie sh**! I shove your head in your cereal bowl And drown you in your milk from your Cookie Crisp! ARS! ni**a!