UW Battle League - Charlie Clips vs Arsonal lyrics

[Round 1: Charlie Clips] Wale dreads is something you gotta deal with Wake Flocka, Chief Keef and the n***a in the wheelchair from Oz You look like a thousand n***as and that's real sh** Now I don't know if you gang banging or you joking But how is your best friend a Blood and you still Crip? That gotta be one of the lamest groups You fake a** Game and Snoop See when you have a son Here's some sh** your little man gon' have to deal with Now around the age of 6 he gon' think he's five He gon' come home like, "What up Blood?" You gon' get mad and sit him in the corner real quick So now you punishing your little man for trying to be his godfather and that ain't real sh** See you're a school bus driver, well stay in your lane before that steel spit Cause when that tool out, that sh**'ll take your school out If any n***a on your field trip Damn I just threw a hail mary on like 1st and 10, that was a good call You wanna play hardball brother? Pause I'ma coach him like the Harbaugh Brothers Let's talk football, if your man Shotgun play I'm picking a shotgun play or I'ma grab the fifth He run the wrong route and get picked off cause he's sad as sh** My bullets hit bird n***as like Flacco when he accurate I use 49'ers to hit this crab tree like Kaepernick Hold up, you know what? I got a different way of telling your game You'll see helicopters with hella choppers, I propeller your frame They'll find Surf next to Suge with a shell in his brain And then find O next to Ars' like I saw spelling his name What you gon' tell a bunch of lies? Like how I lost to Serius, right? Well why you paying me to battle after that? Let's be serious, right What I was supposed to do? Go hard and take him serious, right? Why should I? When he don't even spell the word "serious" right Darell Jones, you're not a man, you get compared to a dyke Whoopi Goldberg in Sister Act, even your hair is alike I'm in your Blood's house, putting the beam on ya kids, I be airing the pipe It'll be little Blood's all over the pad like a b**h when her period light Arsonal Da Pebble you not that nice You just happen to battle the right people Grind Time you was the man Taking on midgets and thousands of white people You play the bully role with them And that's the sh** that be getting me heated Since you hate midgets, this next one is for my n***a Conceited I dare him to front, I'ma put him in the corner, straight back him down Poke your chin out, I got a Rocket, sh** look like I'm packing Yao Wait, slow it down, I just dissed him, bring it back around I said I got a Rocket, sh** look like I'm packing Yao Everything I rap is wild, like why would you even doubt and test? Ars', when it comes to bars, it's like I'm serving life Why would you doubt the best? When my n***as come home, they'll be all in his crib Even the mouse gets stretched So when that thing come off the ankle, bow, the whole house arrest Speaking of house, that reminds me, I got a little prediction You gon' flip my "guess which room I'm in" scheme Say I'm fat, that I'm in the kitchen Well just remember, you gotta flow my scheme, don't try to talk it You could sink trying to play in that kitchen so don't you force it (faucet) If I see your hand reaching for a can, I'ma draw a knife and start stabbing it You ain't got a car, you broke my n***a, we know you cabbing it (cabinet) Me and your girl spooning cause she know I wear the iller gear All I rock is white gold, Ars', you see silver? Where? Silverware, white gold, spooning? Come on Ars' you so late How you owning your own league but your breath stink, get your gold straight Aye Hollow, I aim with the Scope, wash his mouth with an '08 So for brushing me wrong I'ma send him up to that cold gate (Colgate) Aye UW, why you put a f**ing Walkman against an iPod? Fendi against Fubu? Polo to an Izod? This ain't even my city, I got Jersey like "My God!" This the lightest I ever went, just imagine if I try hard Round 1 man [Round 1: Arsonal] You original Lionz Den right? You started out with Lux then with Smack No matter where you rap you still fat It started on your neck then your back No matter where you rap you still fat But you could have that...that ain't even what I'm mad at Before I k** this n***a y'all, I'ma go off topic And do a small display this day just to show off logic URL tried to negotiate at the lowest rates like I don't know y'all pockets That's why I gotta overcharge them n***as now just to show off my sh** See all that he said she said how Beasley throw off gossip Paying Mook $20,000 to bring him back just to show off garbage That's nonsense, they better pay homage I gave y'all 2 battles, 4 million plus views y'all still getting dough off my sh** So all them subliminal disses like, "Follow the innovator not the imitator" That'll have a midget, Hitman and Smack refrigerator playing instigator His defibrillator then hooked to a generator, I"ll get him later f** being an entrepreneur He gon' need 64 gigs like I'm trying to give him data Meaning he gon' get this work, in the words of my Beloved Lux threw me in the ring, why can't I quote the n***a? f** it... But back to you, what I do with a Clip I load it, shoot it and I tuck it Pull it back out, put it in your b**h lips and tell her to s** it Now you wanted Arsonal, but Da Rebel is who you stuck with That big clip spit sh**, bullets kick flip through your Trukfit I'll snatch your tongue out your esophagus cause you done ran enough lip n***a this match up is preposterous, obnoxious, I'm disgusted You got a cartoon lifestyle with the heart of a Muppet I put 3 fingers to your b**h like the top part of a trumpet That bullsh** got your memory clogged you better plunge before you flush it Cause when my toy lit (toilet) it'll overflow Yo' bathroom ain't the only thing that's congested Now yeah, yeah you right, you did a house scheme, that was cool But what you forgot to mention is out of all them rooms you drug a n***a through You really made your first stop the kitchen I know cause every time I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen And the pots is missing n***as like "Arsonal has returned" No I been/bend back but without my posture shifting I hit Charlie on the jack, I said, "Charlie I got a proposition It involves you getting paid while hundreds of people watch you spitting." Gave you detail after detail after detail but what I forgot to mention Is that I'm your competition now go 'head and open your composition Cause n***a I'm here to snatch every bit of confidence from your conscience Since you trying to convince the world your accomplishments I'm your consequences I done traveled 'round this world, every state, all 7 continents You've unable been able to complete that task, you so incompetent And for the n***as who don't understand that word just go define the sh** But "Haters pivot winners travel" Where's your pa**port? You will never shine If I had a chance I"ll battle Satan in Hell and in a masjid battle Farrakhan n***a I'll even give DIzaster a rematch in the middle of Lebanon I'll battle cancer smoking a cigarette every time What n***a? This little nine of mine, I'ma let it shine Hide some food on your treadmill bet you Charlie chips he would never find Then I use the same razor on your face that b**h Britney Spears used to shave her head with right after Kevin fed her lines (Federline) Now real talk you'll know when it's get the weapon time Baby Loc's grab them Glocks, tell them Bloods go get your Wesson slime Heaven's your hotel, my n***a Jesus said, "It's your check in time." I'll have so many Jersey n***as lined up to get the pump You'll think that b**h Hurricane Sandy hit us a second time But these ain't no gas petro pumps Only guns get drew, I call 'em Bletzo pumps But when that pump on your tongue you should respect those punks If it's a pump on my tongue than them some Retro dunks Get it? This what you wanted Clips? Me to be disrespectful? Put my dick in your niece fish tank and pour the water on your nephew Yeah you said that, but who that sound like y'all? I started this disrespect sh** and I find it real ironic That you gotta f** a little girl fish tank to get a wet dick But let me guess Clips You must've gotten in some type of argument with your ex b**h And your ex b**h is now X b**h You mad cause you ain't on her guest list n***a dead it, let it go, forget it You better charge it to the game, what you want? Credit or debit? I cherish every bar I ever spit instead of regret it This black history month, Clips got the dream, Ars' shot the King You better hope your Cloretta's a medic Tell that b**h get to operating cause you gon' be the doctor patient What you trying to bring fat back? On that back? n***a you gon' need your posture straightened I'm just waiting on the green light, the thumbs up n***a the confirmation Oh yeah next time you try to f** that little girl fish tank Please make sure they ain't no piranhas pacing I say that to say this, no disrespect my n***a, not for nathan But I got a date with the nastiest ugliest b**h on the planet And I ain't trying to keep DNA mama waiting Now Hollow....Hollow...oh Hollow.... You got a recycle fourth verse, yes cause it was over in three But I did put on a show in OT I put him in the ER for trying to go against me Now I just told y'all I was the shooter without you knowing it, see I said I did put on a show in OT put him in the ER For trying to go against me n***a my sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic Think about this, you can't spell "bars" without putting that "Ars" in it n***a! Time motherf**er! [Round 2: Charlie Clips] Before I get into my 2nd round and I talk about how that steel clap Ultimate Warrior had to have the battle in Newark Cause Smack would've got his sh** peel back Damn you so gangsta Arsonal On some G sh** I could feel that But if Trick Trick made you forget what a Shotgun is Then what gun you gon' use to k** Smack? You gave you $1,500 to battle Calicoe in the D, let's keep it real scrap You was supposed to k** Calicoe But Calicoe saved your life and that's real rap You was so f**ing scared you said, "Watch them n***a cuz." And you was talking to a Blood, you gotta feel wack You almost died for $1,500 now no wonder you wanna k** Smack But stop worrying about URL or your league ain't gon' see no cash at all See you be moving wrong David Stern, let me talk to you using basketball Ars' look at your squad, they remind me of Charlotte, your whole team a** Your b**h the mascot cause she'll bob cats whenever she need cash I'll giver her cum 'til she gets tired of my sons/Suns; Steve Nash No free dick, she gotta pay to see these balls; league pa** Ars' we squeeze mags and my whole clique dumping You think Clips soft 'til I let a hollow tip off and get this sh** jumping If you drive by in a Spur, I'll be gunning at your rims, have that fifth busting Put it on a windshield and shoot off the gla** like Tim Duncan Now that there was light, but I'ma school him Cause I got a grown man delivery You got a high school flow and your swag is elementary You think you got the science, but your bars and the crowd lack chemistry Rex exposed your government, then that Math made you history But let's get back to elementary cause this is the best part I catch little man on his way to school, run up let that tech spark Bury him behind the school, under flowers he'll be a dead mark So I give his kin a garden (kindergarten) When I send him a shot where his head start Get it? Kindergarten? I'm sorry Ars' this a man sport You was p**y in high school, n***as robbed you for your Jansport Your b**h was giving everybody top And you was standing there with that queer look She gave head 365, so we nicknamed her "Yearbook" Ars', look at what a year took, your career look funny to who Your 30 battles to my 5 and I already made more money than you Just remember, it's not the card you get, it's how you play it Just remember, it's not the bars you spit, but how you say it For example, I could take the words, "Steeler fan" And tell n***as how you been on my dick Since Lionz Den and you still a fan Or how your mother was broke with no AC, you had to steal a fan Don't where your chain cause we black for that gold like we Steeler fans Y'all could relax, that's just filler fam' But these next lines gon' make n***as say "Clips is the best" Your bottom b**h got saggy titties, you gotta pick up her breasts Everybody from Camden, Patterson, and Newark done been in her neck That b**h throwing back more Jersey n***as then Mitchelle & Ness Lady Arsonal? I gotta say her name with disgust She'll wear a UW t-shirt while my n***as banging her guts Then take the t-shirt off then give me neck so hard I thought she lost her metro card the way she got charged for the bus (bust) Listen Ars', I need nothing in this world, just my black duffle Big gat, when that sh** clap, it give me back trouble You stole my Temple Run line that I said against Jones You must've had app trouble You love my wordplay well I don't play with words, you can ask Russel For example Ars', you got goons, but will they clap it off? Exactly that's what I thought, my n***a you ain't half the boss I know Bloods too that'll face time to let that ratchet off So once I phone 5 he coming to knock your Apple off I nicknamed Lux, "Coach K" Cause without him we would've never heard of Duke You could bring your n***as in packs Ars', I'll murder groups You could try to run but I toke heat, when that burner shoot I shoot all body parts, I even smoke feet, I'm Murda Mook You ain't nothing but a bus a** Crip, on some G sh** I really think 6 dirty I run up on 6, send him 6, he'll die around 6:30 You think it's all funny like Martin Til catch a b**h with that Tommy, let off a clip early I don't give a f** I'm cold to these hoes; Big Shirley Once again, why would they put a motherf**ing Walkman to an Ipod? Why would the compare Fendi against Fubu? Or Gucci to a Izod? Ars' you ain't sh** my n***a, I'm thinking "My God" I f**ed up, but f** it you can have it my n***a... Sike! I lied n***a! ....No I didn't time n***a [Round 2: Arsonal] If y'all know y'all history on Ars' Y'all know my 2nd rounds always the heavy hitter Second round's approached, all hay makers at this heavy n***a How the f** is you top 5 when battles, you got 5? That's why I'm only paying you 2K for this 'bout cause you not live But go 'head and lie tell all these other battle rappers you got 5 I bet you won't swear to God and put that on the day DNA pop died f** you and him, I'm disrespectful, ain't no limit to what I might spit I'm evil, I'm a pro with my Eagle, some say I'm Mike Vick I load a light clip, I aim, I squeeze with a tight grip You underpaid and all your guns rubber made, you like a dyke dick But pause! Gun in my draws hugging my right hip Shoot him in the face, when eh fall give him a light kick See man made gun so this man won't have to fight sh** I empty, reload and give your a** a second shot now that's a polite clip Now grown man bars is something you gotta deal with Funny thing is, the Harlem n***a who's slogan that is He don't know nothing about no real sh** Clips what you know about real sh**? What you know about stealing utensils out your chemistry cla** So you could finally whip that work to make that minimal cash? Hurting inside expressing feelings with your pen and your pad Putting in work but covering your face with your enemy flag What you know about violations n***a? Penalty flags Standing in circles for 3 minutes while n***as whipping your a** Your fiend uncle stealing from you, steady spending your cash And your best friend, your right hand man is hitting your stash You don't know nothing cause you fronting That ain't the life you accustomed to f** is you? Your lifestyle's like Theo Huxtable You wasn't that misfortuned kid, you ain't had to play that part to live Your life was fancy and heart pump Braxton P. Hartnabrig You talk the biz, you don't even know what a Larkin is We was all born to die, but unlike you I was taught to live Now they say the good Lord foresees Our every move and our days to come If you ever was an atheist or non believer This battle should make you one God said no man nor woman knows when the world to fall over The Mayans predicted 12-21-12 said it was all over But God seen way pa**ed that Which means he foresaw this a** whooping Way before A.I. hit Jordan with that crossover I said I long nose ya, my aim right now I'm shooting off the wrong shoulder I shell 'em, derail 'em then tell 'em, yoooou! Tested the wrong soldier My chopper sound like when you pull a string on a lawnmower So many Grapes in the building All you see is the Color Purple you better call Oprah You gon' need that loan from Ceelie n***a, throw your bread up If I ever lend you cash and you talk back you get 85 when that lead bust Translation: You gon' need a loan from Oprah, n***a throw your bread up If I ever lend you cash and you talk back to get that Ocho headbu*t Now we in Newark right now, right?! This ain't this n***a house I tell my waiter, "I need a container; I'm 'bout to take this n***a out." Your b**h do a lot of a** kissing and a** licking she probably ate this n***a out But my b**h Nina, she do the same thing, she send 8, this n***a out I tell him let's play hide and seek and then I make this n***a count to a hundred 70,000 as I rape this n***a spouse I cut your eyelids off then I take you to the couch And tell you, "Don't believe me just watch n***a n***a n***a" That's how you make it in the south Now you ready to die? Before you jump in that coffin go get your shirt fitted I'm a lil' upset I ain't gon' be the first Newark n***a to k** DNA Why? Cause Surf did it But soon enough he'll figure that real n***as go in the dirt with it Martin made it clear years ago that your Tommy ain't got no job So how the f** you gon' put in work with it? Now I called you a sixth man so let's take it to the court I will bang at your center, aim point precision The way I travel, I could never play the point position I'm on the block and the way I move the rock, the points f** with me Now what hand you roll up with? Bow! Take your blunt n***a that's what I call having joint custody All I need is an ounce, 10 swishas a pen and a pad, my survival pack All I wear is true's, gun in my Billie Jeans Glove on my shooting hand like I'm Michael Jack Motor Vehicle couldn't help you to get your title back I been all over this globe repping US Meaning the UW and every American need to Idol that I keep two straps in both hands, four arms like when Goro flex I'm tired of f**ing random b**hes, Charlie your hoe next Your b**h don't adore your s**, she played with balls since birth Before she learned to walk she did a Euro step Now any battle rapper could've started a league Mine successful cause I got the larger movement You was mediocre against Tay Roc But since then I've seen large improvement I think mine all the way through, see my visuals got a sharper blueprint This what happen when you put a high school dropout Against the IQ of a Harvard student It's all confusing, but it tickles my soul, it's somewhat amusing You say you got me figured all out, so what I'm using If I say I'm tired of hearing bars about d** or what you shooting I rip your shoulders out the socket take your arms and hammer Now what you using? I heard when Hollow went down he Tried to start up a movement But was snugged with the wrong inmate so now he losing If I ran through all the New York and my title still undisputed I got everything to gain so explain just what I'm losing I will Clorox the stain in your brain soon as you lose it Then take the 4 quarters and start the machine, that's how you do it You ain't sick n***a, you a hypochondriac I knew how they was gon' react, but you and everybody in this building Still don't realize that I just took you to the laundromat Now all these years DNA was missing a tooth You ain't think that was a problem and wild? You supposed to be the big brother figure to that n***a You ain't acknowledge his smile? Rumor has it his mom's retarded That b**h must be or she just being childish and wild For actually give you the responsibility To try to be the daddy of her fatherless child Now I ain't the big nose midwest n***a To school n***as about their priorities But I am that disrespectful black Newark n***a That tell n***as just how they oughta be In your face all out in public cause your d**h I want 'em all to see That Cannon bend you, while seven camera angles is recording me We gon' Youtube, Worldstar, Twitvid the whole crime Eyewitness news, Fox, UPN the whole nine Two big techs, I"m throwing bullets like it's two ticks left I'm down 6 and I'm on the opposite goal line I put my paw prints amoungst your offense n***a the whole line/lion Your boss sprints I turn to John Lynch and give him a clothesline I'm all tense, this crowd is convinced I'm earn mine Then I'm a slice you across your center, you a do not turn sign Now you 'bout six minutes closer to d**h, you got about 3 minutes left So I advise you pray to your worshipper and take a deep breath Cause in this last round of bars, I'ma do a whole lot of exposing you Wait...I could hear his heartbeat, mannnn that's what it's supposed to do 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: Charlie Clips] Shout out to my brother DNA, one of the best battle rappers alive When n***as say that I celebrate, I pop a bottle give my n***a a five Buy two cars, throw him the keys to one and just tell him to drive When he was running around lost I'm the one who showed him how to survive That's real brother sh**, but you and Surf is on some other sh** Y'all ain't even in the same gang, y'all banging for some other Crips Ya'll don't even f** with each other But y'all be pumping all this brother sh** What's up with your real brother, Ars'? Oh yeah he running with Joe Budden's clique So we ain't ever see Treach or Redman get treated like a s**a But that's the only two n***as out of Jersey, what about the others? Cause if you got beef with Joe Buddens and he's f**ing with your brother Then it sounds like to me you got a family full of s**as I could see mama Arsonal texting his phone "Hey baby come over for supper." He walk in with an attitude cause the first person he spot is his brother On his way to wash his hands in the bathroom, what did he discover? A woman kissing on Joe Budden's neck and it's ya mother! Everybody in your family likes Joe Budden's Ars'/arse I'm sorry y'all I gotta him him where it hurt You used to be the million view man now your view is in the dirt Your career's taking a fall and to make matters worse Buddens took your brother out your life and then he just recruited Surf Aye Tsunami where you at? I got some information It might get you a little heated I don't need to slow it down, put it in subtitles I don't even need to repeat it After this call my phone on some G sh**, you need it It's about a conversation that this snake n***a had with Conceited See I know who said you know what about you know who But let's keep that between me and you What happened Ars'? These bars getting a little close to you? I could hear your heart beating, that's what the f** it's supposed to do! I just wanted to see your face when all them personal hit But let's get back to these bars, I don't do all this personal sh** If I catch your aunt lamping in her living room I'ma blow her brains all over the couch But wait don't try to guess which room I'm in Cause this time I'm all over the house I'm even in your backyard, that's the the spot I'ma ditch my weed out Got a special spit I bag up gra**, call that my tree house Ars' you claiming how you moving keys, you gotta stop it If you got keys they always to a door, but I ain't trying to knock it You said you got knocked for serving an addict but where that case went? How are you the best seller And you ain't know what base meant/Basement? I said look at your swag, you got the type of style that get your moms tight Big blade, I get 6'8" like Lebron height n***a I k** you with all filler, Arsonal this gon' be a long night Cause you was suited before I got to the punch, this is prom night You know what, Newark I appreciate the love I ain't gon' go past the speed limit Aye Jones that's how you murder a n***a in less than three minutes Light! [Round 3: Arsonal] Is the Bloods and the Crips in the building? All the hoods Is the neutral n***as in the build? And all them good See even uptown in the building, Uptown that's a Harlem hood And since I'm battling a n***a from Uptown I'ma beat you like the best n***a from Harlem would "And you gon' love it" All third verse With you, I'm lacking patience, so I gotta go back to basics False accusations will leave your face with cross interactions I'm ready to eat, but like a pregnant b**h, see I been having cravings You coming at me for the same reasons Goliath tried to go after David To make a statement But what you talking ain't speaking louder than the actions that you lacking If you don't iron out these problems Then that increases the chances of you slacking But you going for the belt Which means to me that you just headed for your casket This your funeral I just put your dress pants on you Now here's your full metal jacket Now I don't need a knife or a gun to k** you Clips I know how to hunt smart Crossbow action pierce his face from 100 yards with one dart This the shakedown once you breakdown n***a you gon' need a jump start Cause that battery DNA put in your back ain't stronger than John Q son heart Now let's rewind back to high school, I'm in a cab, before lunch start Hiding from the detectives that's patrolling in un-marks Skip a few years, let's fast forward to the fun part Ain't no Idaho Potato on the barrel when my gun bark f** a potato n***a my barrel got a mango beak See I'm Frank Lucas in Harlem soon as Tango speak Put the metal all in your face, give him Kano cheek Your man Mook was smoking a hookah out of Django feet I smoke sour, let a n***a think my lango sweet I know sign language but think my Ruger ain't gon' speak I meet you anywhere in Harlem n***a, n***a name your street Grab Lebron, Bosh and D. Wade, you better bring your Heat Now I'm like Mayweather to this battle rap I would say y'all Zab But he had some good bouts and y'all fights stay all bad You can't contest with what's in AR pack, make my AR mad So I can murder you then do an interview telling on myself like I'm AR-Ab You did a house scheme, that was cool But that just proves you don't get out a lot Now I'm from Newark, this the stolen car capital right? n***as got choppers out the sunroof coming round the spot Now I'm confused on how you drug a n***a through all these rooms When you and DNA live in a one bedroom right down the block But now I get it, you made all that sh** up because it sounded hot Well I got a scheme for you Clips, what stole car I'm in? High mileage and the engine is a monster Suge already told y'all he the shooter and the driver But what he failed to mention is that n***a is a boxer So if I'm with a fat n***a with quick hands, a true Street Fighter What car I'm in? I'm whipping in an E. Honda Hold on, all third verse What stolen car I'm in now? Snatch bar pop the lock and I call my boys over It's not a Coupe it's a four door but your poor stores all on my toy soldiers She's a kinky little b**h, got a vibrator with four motors Stick it in her p**y and left it on your backseat purposely So you can smell that toy odor (Toyota) I mean I'm great, I'm A.R.S.O., you tried to steal my style like a clepto Well I been at this for awhile I guess I'm retro See my last name is Jones but with no relations to Esco You draw n***a, my gun get Drew, I called it Bledsoe But the fact of the matter, if I don't get the respect that I'm after The whole cake get the rest of the batter Then I gotta flex on this rapper What car I pull off to the face off in? I was trying to see how that Lambo' feel it's like I ref for the Packers f** a body bag I put this big n***a in a Hefty bag Ship him down to Atlanta overnight, spend that extra cash Comeback to New York to disrespect your dad Tell him you'll find your son's remains in the south pa(w) Cause he done made this lefty mad I visualize a boxing gym, Clips gon' be my heavy bag I dip, dip, right hook, dip, hook then a lefty jab This gang bang central more red and blue than a Pepsi ad I paid a million dues n***a you need this million views very bad Now let's get personal, let's compare resumes You got 5 battles, 4 mixtapes, with a Lionz Den/Smack background I got both those, plus King Of The Dot, Don't Flop UW, Grind Time, using all that background My first bout ever was against a n***a named Hollyhood He caught ever clip out that Arsonal that I had ready to body Goodz Second time round same stage onto the next man Lux pulled a fully auto at me when he know how quick that Tec jam 3rd and 4th was at the Fight Klub and a pot was a pretty penny It was an elimination process so I took shots instead of sipping Remy I used all hollow heads on your boy Hollow head my trigger friendly When it rain slugs, you better borrow that umbrella from Mr. Bently Now my fifth battle was in the Bronx But I'd rather had kilt that Queens n***a Gladiators, Ars' vers' Rich, the skinny leg jean n***a Left hook known to lean n***as And when I'm in that Shotgun formation I throw bullets To knock skin off your dog back I call that playbook a flea flicker These all bars, 6th battle, oh I pa**ed you already Sixth battle over in Grind Time my first trip to the west coast I battled a white boy he was OK with words that's Okwerdz, yes folks 7th battle Conceited, he was easily defeated My 8th battle was a Dizaster, the cops came and I couldn't believe it Now that's nine whole battles, nope 8 Before I ever stepped foot on a URL stage Number 9 was against Holla, no nine though, I had a 12 gauge That's when a devil inside came out and all Hell raised Shooting a chopper is the only reason a rapper would ever say Darell wave Battle 10 was up in Canada, King Of The Dot against Pat Stay He's a s**a and he speak to the cops Battle 11 out in Philly, Jersey we in the spot I was hoping that E. Ness gave me a reason to pop So I spoke on his dead daddy and how he in a box Battle 12 against a lost n***a in need of his pops Out in Detroit, he expected me to flee from the spot Same n***a who said he was skinny dipping with six b**hes Aye Ripley, do you believe it or not? But my 13th battle is when I finally get a home game Against a n***a named T-Rex who couldn't protect his own chains His man Mook was doing his own thing, talking which is so lame So Swag choked him and said, "This Newark n***a You'll lose here (hair) with or without the Rogaine." My 14th battle against Illmac', a no name So I cut his a** like Chinese chicken without the Lo Mein 15th battle with Math Hoffa, an old lame He like, "Ars' what you holding up your fifth for?" What I'm holding up my fifth for? n***a I think I'm Broman 16th battle out in London, me and Shotty Horroh going round for round Where's your pa**port? Oh you ain't never get overseas money So y'all could never go pound for pound 17th battle out in Europe and you know I hate midgets So I shot the Crome, I tossed it, you the Clip that came with it So this make 18 to your 6? And y'all thought Clips was my best match up? That's 54 rounds to 16, not 18 cause he had a one rounder versus X-Factor So in a battle rap war zone How can y'all compare Clips to the best rapper? When every battle this n***a had y'all gave him 7 months to rest after? n***a in a shootout would you rather 16 bullets or 54 and some? A whole Arsonal to spray a one Charlie Clip in your handgun n***a when my hammer drawn cut the cameras on Let's tape the man one Cause Junior M.A.F.I.A. had them cameras on, pointed at Cam'Ron And we seen Cam' run Now I ain't ever seen Redman or Treach get treated like a s**a But I did see Cam' and Jim Jones both get ran out the Rucker Now question, why oh why did Cam' not do Junior M.A.F.I.A Like he did Mitch in the closing scenes of Paid In Full? I mean why he wasn't acting like Rico then? Started running round like a raging bull Answer? Cause you Harlem n***as is p**y That's one of the cards that I hate to pull But since we battling a Harlem n***a that's p**y That's one of the cards that you made me pull Now sweetheart I know I'm k**ing this n***a I disrespected you, I apologize So I'ma go have ma a Coke and a smile and treat you to some dollar fries Cause I'ma quadruple what I paid this n***a For them 3 rounds of all kind of lies Soon as they edit, upload this video to Youtube and I click "monetize" n***a your life ain't worth the tag on my motherf**ing shoe I put all this together, that you motherf**ing knew So accepting those 2 racks for me to k** you Is something you should never motherf**ing do Especially when you know I'm getting paid off of every motherf**ing view My sh** is real, my sh** is raw, my sh** is authentic You can't spell "bars" without putting that "Ars" in it Time n***a! Sike I lied n***a! You can no longer eat Big Mac's with fries n***a I'm at your front door with a big mac like "Surprise n***a!" February 17th, 2013 Clips died n***a Your b**h be hoeing around, she hoeing 'round when she slob n***as Three words before that fat b**h s** dick I'm Going Down she Mary J. Blige n***as Now I'm a refugee without Wyclef, Lauryn Hill and Pras n***a I just wild on this n***a, don't cry n***a Time Jersey