K-Shine - Arsonal vs K-Shine lyrics

[Round 1: Arsonal] Once again I'm here, I'm in another n***a's state On another n***a's stage, up in another n***a's face This Paid In Full, I'm Rico, I Money Mitch you in your face Rex already took the head shot, I guess that ugly n***a Ace What you think you bulletproof? Like you ain't gotta carry no armor? You brought yo knife to a gun fight? Like you ain't gotta carry yo llama? Well let me tell you something lil n***a Only reason yo daddy married your momma is cause that p**y was in Heat Why you think you came out looking like Mario Chalmers? You could be that n***a twin, except he wealthy and you needy You get p**y off mistaken identity, b**hes thought they saw you on they TV They thought you was paid and you was balling, so they friendly Tried to invade your green And since you look like Chalmers they wanna marry you (Mario) Luigi You got any love in (and) hip-hop? If so what's the 4 elements? MC'ing, break-dancing, DJ'ing, Graffiti Your clock ticking like that Rolex that n***a Niko bought Mimi He a Average Joe, but see he lying And it's easy to be an Average J O C E L Y N without a Stevie J-O-C-E-L-Y-N that's Jocelyn, without Stevie That b**h average Like Shine and them, Lazy Boy press that bu*ton I'm reclining him Y'all forgot why I'm number one? I'm reminding 'em They say they want that Hollyhood Ars I'm rewinding 'em All bars, no jokes in my rhymes, I'm revising 'em Smack this n***a with the Mack 10, I'm T-Boz'ing them Then co*k and get straight to the point, I'm D. Collison No deal nor single out, my reputation beyond fame I spit vivid sh**, you could picture it, Pica**o in my mind frame All I know is if the time came and Shine frame I'ma let it ring, back to back, my 9 name Lebron James He talk like Goliath but his heart living in Con' frame I couldn't stand him so I sat him in dirt, that's how this line came I couldn't stand him so I sat him in dirt, god damn Either way that mean he was seated/ceited like the 2nd part of Con name Them canines barking, I spray 9's often But if I feel a certain way then I'ma spray my larking Commit a hate crime on a base line for K-Shine talking n***a you died soon as you came in contact with a Big T You Trayvon Martin He in a penalty and with that stick I'ma take the goalie shot How many of y'all think K-Shine real Blood? No he not Well I'm Grape Street Crip today I'm rolling with a 30 shot That's waiting to get fired like Ace Hood j**eler After the bezel on his Roley dropped That 9 millimeter retarded, meaning my Ruger spit My hammer bang on any MC, n***a my tool/too legit Shine, you always getting defeated/de-feeted, you on some Kunta sh** I'll let my pistol smoke wherever like it's a hookah stick Now it's a fact he had a troubled child hood, yeah true that Cause you a crack baby, but we already knew that Felicia from Friday mixed with some Pookie off New Jack For being a dream chaser and chasing your dreams I'ma send you where Lil Snupe at Rest In Peace Lil Snupe, in your legacy I salute that But these slugs gon rain there (reindeer) Meaning they land where his roof at Reindeer, land, where his roof at Aye Meek you still got 10 on that n***a? Cause I'll send him a n***a to battle right now if you still trying to do that Watch my hands? What you gon do? n***a you don't punch, you bite! You Folger light and you bite, you ain't fighting you bite You bite! Rex get pistol- no... You bite, Mook get pistol whipped And Rex be getting knocked the f** out But you comfortable with your boys with you, now this freestyle My fist look like they fight bricks, you gon need Adrien and Floyd with you Now I see why n***as feel like they could toy with you Cause everybody in Dot Mob been getting smacked since lil n***as Y'all name should've been Troy Mitchell Bars after bars after bars that's all you heard from me I put bar after bar like I architected Bourbon Street I don't know if Heaven got a ghetto, but it damn sure got a nursery Creep up in the hospital while your girl in labor purposely Purple rag over my face so they won't notice me Itching to k**, Cripping for real, that's a C section surgery It'll be your newborn versus me I snatch him out her ovaries k** him the day I graduate college, so that's murder in the 1st degree I'm a bachelor with a bachelor, an abortion type surgery f** ya life I'll cut ya wife until the bu*ter knife burgundy My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic (You can't spell "bars" without putting that "ars" in it) [Round 1: K-Shine] To all my fans, I apologize for what happened in my last battle My cousin died, my auntie was sick, wait.. y'all don't wanna hear that sh** I was supposed to k** Big T right? Even though he's a good contender I mean it wasn't his fault I had a bunch of rhymes I couldn't remember It wasn't his fault I started preparing at the last minute Wasn't his fault the fat n***a escaped a d**h sentence So who I got? Arsonal now, I guess it's time to get back to that agenda You say you can't spell "bars" without putting that "Ars" in it Well I ain't never hear a good a** bar with Ars' in it You about to get worked out with these bars, bar tender You ain't ever had a shot at these bars, bartender You ain't tough, you get cooked fall off, your bars tender 13 introduced you/Jew to god, Bar Mitzvah Let me break it down Ars, that's 8 rounds shooting that'll have A-R's sitting My AR's stock, meaning I got my AR's shifted That's A-R-S wait y'all get it? What you can't spell Ars? That's why I had to put them AR's in it You can't spell ARS without putting that AR in it I went through everywhere in Jersey asking 'bout Arsonal They said we don't f** with him now n***a, Ars a no Well is running through y'all city with an arsenal? They say he live in New Orleans now, Ars N.O They said I know you not scared of him, I say Ars? N.O I put a hole in that n***a, give Ars an (N) 0 Cause I got AR's from my arsenal Put 'em together you get this K, NOW so Ars should know Wait, wait, wait, what you can't spell Ars? That's K-N-O-W, Ars that's know If I get this K and oh, W That's K-N-O-W Ars that's know If I get this K and oh, done for you He gon get this K and Oh, W so Ars should know When I put em together you get this K now so Ars should know You a civil n***a, all talk, no rights, you on that Dr. King sh** You don't fight, you take flight, well get your wings clipped How y'all jacking swing that but you don't ever swing sh**? And you a bus driver, you supposed to have the mean hit My machine kit like Popeye's it got them great biscuits Inf beam with the croc eyes, that mean I double lensed it I'm kicking footballs to that goal, to be more specific It ain't hard to get the first down when you're 4th and inches I say that's 2 clips long as antennas, where the static at? Call my twin Uzi's suspenders, I be strapped with that Haul 'em to the side, shoot 3 times when I'm clapping that They don't know if it's homicide or the cabbage patch They gon make K-Shine catch another f**ing case Cause another n***a mouth got another n***a traced With another f**ing 9 buck another n***a face n***a you snitch them exit wounds will look like a n***a was shooting baseballs They putting 2 and 2 together, that's why they made 4's Have 'em in a box, no top, Nate Dogg That cannon so big..... n***a I gotta shoot it doing the Drake walk I should've took E. Ness, this battle was a cakewalk 40 cal usher him out, that's what it's made for I advise you hold your liquor when that thing soar The only reason you A1 cause you had steak sauce Yo it's only one round, y'all n***as know how I give it up Until 2 y'all know my slogan n***a (ZIP EM UP) [Round 2: Arsonal] Smack, is it true that at Summer Madness 2 You Paid his big homie Murda Mook AKA Jonathan Ancrom AKA Little Johnny 20 thousand dollars to get on the stage and come body vets? I mean like really f** a n***a up do palates and leave his body stretched He ain't deliver, he actually got on stage and everybody left When you gon start telling these Dot Mob n***as You ain't got money to Blow? And that's paying Johnny Debt/Depp Aye Smack! You's a motherf**ing liar! You a motherf**ing liar Cause you told me this was Bars Over Names You said everybody on this card always had a full 3 rounds when they came Obviously you was talking to them so called legend n***as that gave yo a** all that fame If not he wouldn't have been included Cause Shine last battle he did the same Now I'm a veteran but for some reason I ain't considered as a legend? What Mook, Jones or Lux do for battle rap that I ain't do? That's the question 25 battles, 5 countries, I still body n***as sessions I thought it was out with the old in with the new? That's progression Let me ask y'all a question If Daniel son fought Miyagi right now Who would win it when it was over? Miyagi? Daniel's son because of his new knowledge or Miyagi cause he older? So you mean to tell me Jordan ain't better than Phil Jackson Lebron won't bang on Erik Spolestra Cause Frank Vogel, Paul George coach, Paul George won't put him on a poster All I'm saying is them n***as teach us so we can do what we supposed to Lux threw us both in the ring But what I do to that n***a I can't tell y'all better than I could show ya It's over Obey your thirst Shine, get your Minnesota Mossberg I'II push your top half back, I bend em over In 12th grade I had to strap like send him over The way I was shooting in high school I should've had a full scholarship to be the two guard for Villanova I'm for real a soldier, K-Shine, you still a Doja I'll shoot you and that b**h you catch them hurtful feelings over Kidnap then expose ya, drop you off in the middle of nowhere You'll be lost on a road, Gorilla Zoe ya I hate feeling sober, the venom I spit could heal a Cobra Gun in my hand sir, this can, sir (Cancer) can k** a smoker Life's a b**h, she gets f**ed and then it's over I'll stomp his a** in Chucks and let Tech come Kenneth Cole ya You gon need the cops with you, SWAT with you Every n***a from yo block with you A fully loaded Glock with you, a bucket and a mop with you A voodoo doll with my face on it, 6 or 7 Nah you gon need every dread and tell nurse Randy Reserve every bed out of Harlem hospital You rather that sh** on the side of Rex ear Or a Bill Collector knot with you? Aight so I'ma hold Rex accountable, he's literally ear/irresponsible They said, "Shine never say never" this here impossible See ya b**h, shove my dick in her like she a Popsicle I'm a UW thoroughbred, but yeah I'm back on Smack You got the perfect voice for this sh**, but bars you lack on that Your last battle let's put a patch on that, them was free throws Now you like an injured D. Rose trying to tap on Shaq Little n***as like yourself I take 'tack on that You couldn't beat me in ya dream, I put a stack on that I ain't gon shoot you in the head, I'll put the strap on that I love purple, but this violence/violet gonna be black on black Long nose Desert Eagle, I hit 'em where it hurt I said I couldn't stand him, so I sat him in the dirt Kick back when it squirt, make a n***a fade away so every time I go to shoot it got me looking like I'm Dirk Rex said he ain't gon' stunt cause he at home, that was smart of you n***a Cause if you stunt while you home, they gon target you n***a I've now adopted to father you n***as Without me there's no you, every K that Shine's part of an Arsonal n***a You a Dot Mob flunky, Rex never gon promote you Shine what's your first action when a terrorist approach you? And I got the leverage to smoke you These n***as hate seeing you on they screen You like the n***a from the Everest commercial "Hey, you there, want a job? Come on down, get a career, let's go, I'm K-Shine." That's why your views low, this the dream team verse a Juko My 40 pop-eyes and you ain't even know it blue/blew though Your boo tho, she a dime piece, she said she want a time piece I told her take that risk/wrist or she watch if you blow Hold up, time piece, wrist watch, Hublot Shine why you take this battle n***a this midget versus Sumo My sh** is real, my sh** raw, my sh** is... you know It's already motherf**ing let's go to the 3rd round This battle already 2-0'd n***a [Round 2: K-Shine] Yo it's only one reason why I feel I should address that midget stuff Cause I'm a short n***a myself and I felt a lil offended, but... Shout out to every midget in the world, not just the city, the world! That wouldn't mind seeing him homi'd And just a coincidence That I'm equipped with some sh** that's the size of they body I hope you ain't got Suge when you planning to stop me Cause he show you just how good a short n***a handle a shotty But who think he cold? Y'all think he cold? Well I buck shots like Pam that'll cripple his posse Give 'em that Shanaynay, I'll have that wig stiff in the lobby You better go boy like Gina Or be like Martin and never seen with ya mommy And I thought of Bushwick Bill with that episode when you said you hate midgets Cause all it takes is a n***a this size to make 'em whip out a Tommy That's a bunch of short n***as with they f**ing K spin Every time this n***a say that he f**ing hate midgets Wait let me break it down Ars That's "M" multiple shots firing til a wig's split "I" run with n***as that's dumping them til it click, click "D(E)" packing making him take a trip and "G"s all around, Gucci I keep my sh** lit "E" is the n***a yapping off what his lips get "T" tummy shot, fire until his Wait, take a second put them letters together, that's what his mid get You all around screaming you gangsta and you pop them When Trick Trick pulled that card, you was not one I understand why Suge the shooter and the driver Cause friends, he ain't got none He drive the buses Suge, you know he wasn't riding shotguns Your soldiers moving out Ars, I send 'em in to you all My soldiers move out, Ars, I send 'em in a U-Haul My soldiers will move out Ars, send 'em into you all Have all ya soldiers wig like Arsenio Hall Team hut, tell all ya soldiers that I'm clearing 'em out If loot in it/Lieutenant, I cap ten, and send 'em into your scalp Have your attention at D's when I'm handing 'em out Oh you bang right? That's why I did that army scheme Cause soon as your soldiers die, I drop them flags off at ya Family House, n***a Y'all already know my slogan n***a (ZIP EM UP!!!!) [Round 3: Arsonal] I had a battle in Canada 15 days ago I ain't start writing for Shine til I touched down, no in end zone What you know about being in any other country And b**hes throwing p**y at you cause of your skin tone? Matter fact, scratch that What ya last battle and your man Murda Mook got in common? I been known, y'all both caught a choke in the 3rd round That's that Ray Swag syndrome My n***as rich, I get on private jets and get floor seats to the playoffs You a pack handler, when them 12 12 skinny's gon pay off 10 shot German Ruger beak shaved off Concentrate on your camp take all yo j**els/j**s away And only let 8 off/Adolf That's wild chrome, shoot til it click, dial tone You battling your idol only mean your life just reached a milestone T whooped yo a** and sent this crowd home Smack said, "damn Shine stock dropped To revive him we gotta dial Jones/Dow Jones" They don't even pay you to battle, they give you wild loans He told Rex if you do it he'll keep minutes on Star Smilez phone I said, "Word? The rap b**h with the low cut? The same b**h that gave Cal dome?" He said, "That's her, copy." Real quiet with a loud moan Now you funny looking and you make n***as laugh; Dave Chappelle And you such a b**h I can compare you to they favorite girls Y'all some R&B divas and you play it well Mook-Beyonce, Rex-Kelly Rowland, and you real a**, K-Michelle I'm such a business man, Smack offered me 8, but he gave me 12 I was dealt a sh**ty hand but to this rap game I played it well To battle rap I was heaven sent, but I gave 'em hell You went from being behind bars to being behind BARS Maybe you should've stayed in jail Now honestly, what can y'all say he was at his best? As Professor Shine The way them bars was crafted it was mastered, I'm like who next in line? But my resume cooler, no one ruler can measure mine And father I have sinned, so I'm feeling like it's confession time Now when Big T did that piece/peace up behind the head sh** I had to slide up on his body.... give it that ('Is he dead?' kick) Nah I ain't kick him I ran his pockets though Put him in a backseat, black jeep, locked the door He was bleeding like he just gave birth, I had to mop the floor Funeral dosed casket, ya body not for show I'm a product of my environment The hood made Da Rebel tough Money's the root of all evil so my cheese got the devil crust They paid me with a motive, Smack & Beasley you should never trust My lil homies will bust you for 3 roxies and eleven bucks 2 percs and 6 ounce of lean and a 7 Up Then stand in your body to have on red bottom leather chucks Speaking of blood, ain't you supposed to be a Blood Shine? What set you claim? The creator, what's his name? What year they started in this game? This young n***a don't know a thing He don't know sh** about nothing Shine don't know sh** about nothing but he want everything to do with it I bet you everything I just asked him, when he get home he gon Google it Well I'm Arsonal, I'm east side Watts baby loc Peda Roll Mafia Grape Street Crip was started in '69 By Tookie Williams and Raymond Washington I been to Watts Jordan Downs projects 4 times And I played the block with them And I'm respected by real Bloods and today I brought a lot of them If you a real Blood and they f** with you, you should shoot {Arsonal starts getting boo'd by the crowd} My bars felt, n***as paralyzed from the neck down could feel these I don't obey the law, I drink while I drive And I'll still speed all the way down the turnpike to Philadelphia Just to steal Reed I ain't saying I'm superhuman, n***a I still bleed Food, water, p**y, oxygen, things that I still need But when I draw that Smith and then it clap At ya funeral have all your men in black Cause my hand co*k/Hanco*k at Will speed I told Verb I'ma violate him in 5 seconds like he the n***a tryin to inbound I'ma just bang on Shine like I'm Shaq trying to pull a rim down Y'all gon think we went bowling after this round After my finger go in that hole and then it strike I'm guaranteed I knock 10 down You from Harlem where the OG's tell on each other Where the riches n***as in the city can get ran out the Rucker I'm from Newark, ain't no love, ain't no cupid motherf**er My city was voted the most unfriendly city on this planet You little stupid motherf**er And you know what, I ain't even talk about him getting his a** grabbed But you could have that, that ain't even what I'm mad at [Round 3: K-Shine] See real n***as that bang, we don't color bang, that sh** is dead wack We bang for a cause that's why all the real n***as respect that But I'm happy you said that, that leave me room to address that Cause you's a f**in fraud Ars You so much of a fraud that n***as starting to lose trust in you Like 0-Red said if he wasn't from Jersey I wouldn't f** with you Surf would probably call Joe Budden before he get in touch with you And Suge can't get a battle nowhere else so he stuck with you But that's only one of the reasons why everything you do is questionable Like you use every URL battle and say Smack and Beasley hustled you n***a he started his career with warriors, not substitutes You got your own league and lose there, how the f** do you... Own Ultimate Warrior but still can't get you (U) W's? You so much of a f**ing fraud Ars your n***as don't feel comfortable chilling You bang red every time you feel blue, what the f** is you feeling? Real n***as are they self no matter who should cover the building I already knew you was a snake But when it's time to rep styles you's a f**ing Chameleon You's a f**in fraud Ars You so much of a fraud that you don't even play by the rules You got red on this side, on this side is the blues You stuck in the middle, which side do you choose? n***a be like "Yeah I wanna f** with cuz, but I know blood might hurt me Aight, f** it, f** it, I'ma f** with blood Nah, nah, nah cuz might murk me." You don't even know if you want red or blue in the circle This n***a so f**ing confused he went and turned purple You's a f**ing fraud Ars, like in the D why you ain't hold down Shotgun? Where your ratchets at? I mean Surf got caught with a hammer But this n***a was absent, what happened bro? Arsonal's supposed to have weapons but he don't clap 'em though Cause the only thing that got him out alive was a Calicoe You's a f**ing fraud Ars, you so much of a fraud He act like having a CDL is so bad and it feel wrong n***a any parent would be happy that they child starting to feel grown But he'd rather be a n***a he not, fronting like he peel domes He need to stop being the fake Arsonal and start being Darell Jones Go ahead and sleep they'll be bringing a stone for your mattress Cross Colors? I'm getting him patched that's old fashioned Revolver You bugging my n***a, these old matics Only reason n***as think that you raw cause you war Backwards I get all static, stretch like antennas when I spray off It feeling like I'm handing him Hitler, I'm giving 8 off / Adolf Only thing I'm declaring is war, dissing K arms Just means that I'm getting the W with this AR You a bird that's why you get hit with the Dessie when the tool blam Eagle with the hawk on the front in case the tool jam Front, I'm plucking ya feathers using two hands In other words, I'm letting 'em fly, you getting two cans (Tucans) But he lost all 3 rounds, who think he won one? Exactly, this n***a s** So I ain't gotta go no more so what's my slogan n***a? (ZIP EM UP!!!)