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[Round 1: Brizz Rawsteen] Brizz vs Ars', it’s gon' be a crazy one There's a lotta battles on this card, this gon’ be ya favorite one And I ain't gon' play wit' him So he back SMACK? Cool No sayin' he's sorry Today my birthday, I brought a couple thangs to the party For you to get them dreads clapped and leave wit' ya head wrapped like Damian Marley Get ya cranium parted He got drive but if he test I roast (Testarossa), this ain't a Ferrari Let’s bet it Ars’, I want that better Ars', that legend Ars’ That used to be the bus driver, pick the kids up by 7:00 Ars' Desi spark, take his head apart On stage like, "What now?" Nigga I'm Kevin Hart This where the fuckin' stops How you a gang member and ya man is a fuckin’ cop? Never mind, fuck you, tell ya mother I said, "Suck a cock" We only here tonight cause ya bitch ass was duckin' Roc On the main stage, then booked him on ya lame stage Roc fucked you up and I'ma do you the same way I scrape graves, no I leave him with No Ceiling 2 (too) like a Wayne tape The cal' will blast I kill him at 4:00 PM In Calabasas like my name Drake Aim great, I bet his top tear (tier) when I Hitman like a Hollow Surf and the brain waves Magazine after magazine after ma- wait, wait, let me get y'all on the same page You remember Durrell, Mr. Got More Fame Than Money When the game done brung him from plain and bummy to chains and money He done moved down to Florida wit' his favorite honey Where it shade and sunny I'm like, "Oh you think you made it dummy." You don't think the Gang is hungry To Cave ya roof in with two tens, who need change for twenty? Ya daughter gettin' chained to something I put her face in the sink and a pipe under ya wife, I ain't changin' plumbing Knock, knock nigga I'm at the door I'm not a matador, I go head up wit' the bull and I crack the horns You gon' say I'm signed to SMACK, of course Bitch I got OG's that been sellin' smack before SMACK was born I see the signs, amazin' what a queer he is (Aquarius) but with a Taurus I'll cap a corn (Capricorn) He know I'm the shit, I know he a bitch Nigga Lux ya father, but ironic I'm the one that keep ya mother Loaded wit' dick I'm wildin' right? Well we can throw down, whatever round you like I make it rain on his block for a thousand nights Under the umbrella, scoopin' shit like Italian Ice Fuck that shit talk, nigga let me see that Crip Walk Cause I see Bloods in ya future, and you know they love that stick talk That stick talk to every Grape on the family tree and get 'em picked off I always been around Gunplay, I feel like Rick Ross I pull up on the block wit' friends, clip and the Glock extends Call it "Divac" that shit longer than Vlade chin If it's a problem then, I have a Hot 97 shot, shakin' the block like Bobby Trends Shit stickin' out this bitch wig ain't no bobby pins It be a hole in the body big enough to fit a body in Get ya gang involved, I brought pain for y'all Or have a nigga you don't know let it ring, you ever seen When A Stranger Calls? Clip empty, cool Well this left over shit gon' do more than stain ya drawers It won't take long Soon as I make calls, it's pretty much Nicholas Cage, a nigga Face Off I told SMACK, for that petty dinero I'll leave his head over there bro You straps over the shoulder and a flame over the side like I'm Eddie Guerrero I hit his head wit' an arrow Rounds on his top like he's wearing Sombreros I'll put a number two pencil all in the air hole Break it into the blood leakin' all on the earlobe I'm that fuckin' wild They think I killed a Detroit nigga Cause wit' the Calicoe I had traffic backed up for miles My shit is raw, my name is Raw, my shit is Rawthentic And you can't spell "brawl" without puttin' that 'rawl in it You can't spell "draw" without puttin' that 'rawl in it If you heard I fucked ya wife I prolly went raw in it [Round 1: Arsonal] Before I get it crackin' man, I just wanna say, I appreciate my fans. This might be my last time y'all see me on a URL stage and I appreciate y'all man Once again I'm here- [Crowd] I'm in another nigga's state Up on another nigga's stage, up in another nigga's face [Arsonal] Brizz vs Arsonal, this gon' be a crazy one I know that's ya man SMACK but dawg ain't no savin' him This lil' light of mine, I let it Shine, I put a K to him It's O'fficial, why? I done knocked all of the DNA from him Saga better pray for him, Rain better spray for him I got a gun so big it ain't a sound effect that Big T can make for 'em They like, "Why the NWX scheme? What sense do that make to him?" Cause T-Top yo' right hand so why that clique raisin' him? I'll leave him hog tied Kick in the door, roof, that's how the dog died Metal above ya nose now you cross eyed Two lumps stickin' out his head lookin' like he frog eyed Then I open hand slap him with a knuckle that said "Came From The Darkside" I gave him more shit This left hook feel like a horse kick Twizz stop recordin' forget cameras, big hammers on some Thor shit This side bitch split up families, she divorce shit This .40 bust way different than the nigga O-Dog was in the store wit' I came Locin', lettin' off SIG (cig) after SIG (cig); I'm chain smokin' Bitch nigga tenancies layin' Brizz and Frank in the same Ocean I'm a real nigga, I'm talkin' shackles on ankles and chains chokin' They say you deserved it if you die and ya eyes remain open Man, my niggas don't give a fuck, ya niggas got remorse .40 will take ya daddy from ya mama like them niggas got divorced I got a rifle wit' a scope on it, bullets spittin' out wit' force That Polo man that be on ya shirt? I'm tryin' to hit him off his horse You ain't never gave ya family nothin' These cats slam, it's time I Randy somethin' I'm out the Camry dumpin' You better hope Swag don't hand me somethin' All y'all gon' see is Brizz and his team fall outta nowhere Think Toy Story when Woody yell "Andy's coming!" Y'all are just a bunch of big bitches that's packin', I see trannies comin' If you ain't tryin' to use yo' hands wit' me nigga don't try and hand me nothin' Cause anybody can shoot a gun Grrr, I'll treat him like Kunta if he choose to run Grrr, The coroner gon' be givin' out Lyfts soon as that Uber done You know you in some shit when you pop shit and yo' shooters run Why your name "Raw" and you don't know what to do wit' none? You in a dry bando, I kick in the door, fly camo' Slap the shit out the bitch at the stove with my banjo Niggas done tried Rambo Darkside, I let 'em all in Take 'em paint ballin' and load up my guns wit' live ammo Nigga this is nine years of knowledge, you should be learnin' off the dreads Think chlamydia if I freestyle cause I could still burn him off the head No homo Pistol whip ya head, butt, no Ocho The .40 jam I gotta go for the .9 like go Romo Pssst, you plain to me, Jermaine Dupri your flow So So I'll whip Rock 'til he raw tell OT that it's no cocoa I'm a legend in battle rap For this culture you ain't done nothin' You done bluffin'? Pistol whip him and now he got a concussion This nigga still ain't done bluffin' You the type of nigga that'll run a train on yo' bitch wit' yo' man, then eat her pussy when you done fuckin' You nasty nigga That's why it look like ya sideburns got ringworm All this shit comin' straight off the top, that's a mean perm No activator, I'm Russell Crowe, I'm a Gladiator Put a potato on the nose and squeeze nigga that's how you make mashed potatoes What else on that plate? Ask me I got beans, greens, tomatoes, potatoes- My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic You can't spell "bars" without puttin' that Ars' in it [Round 2: Brizz Rawsteen] I say yo, fuck all that rah rah, I came to let my men check him Bitch, you gotta about five/ten seconds before I palm this Wesson You better calm that breadren You think it's a game? Nigga the clip longer than a Meek Mill comment section Bitch stop actin' like you changed the game Nigga you left SMACK, started ya own league and the white man made you change the name Lux vs Hollow, that's ya claim to fame But you stole that from SMACK so really you shouldn't claim a thang, nigga URL killed Ultimate Warrior, now it's dead like the real Ultimate Warrior SMACK, we gotta make a movie, first I gotta see how that Uzi work Then paint them dreads another color, Lil' Uzi Vert Baow, too much sauce They gonna try to put yo' shit back together my nigga, but I done knocked too much off You came this far, millions of views and fame from bars To bein' one of the lamest Ars' Jersey's Crip, yeah he carried the flame for y'all Then a St. Louis Blood killed you and became a star Nigga this .40 wanna know why you wasn't on the last SMACK BAOW! You can have that! That ain't even what I'm mad at What I'm mad at? You turned down Roc on URL but booked him on your league but didn't tell SMACK that What I'm mad at? The man your mother was, pussy, you'll never be half that What I'm mad at? Your last 30 battles just been somethin' to laugh at Know what I'm mad at? You was fake in Jersey, Surf became the face of Jersey and you never got past that What I'm mad at? You turned your back on Suge, you a hoe diva I mean where you at when your Crip folk nigga ya? Three years they went broke with no leader Nigga SMACK had to put the C's on they feet like coach sneakers You better get fuckin' lost, I'm a fuckin' dawg I'll fuck ya mother in her ass and make her suck it off All sorta options, nigga I'm talkin' leg up, hand behind her head wit' his daughter watchin' You ain't never had to steal them battles You started ya own league and was stealin' battles You got the face of a nigga I steal in battles Said you retire my nigga, but you still in battles Now, you wanna talk about Dot Mobb Even though every nigga in my crew was in ya top 5 Yeah they was nigga, stop lyin' You a dread head, one up in ya rasclot get ya top fried Leave these shits all red lookin' like Hot Fries Ya wife told me to tell Top "hi" The bitch gave me top and was givin' all kinda hi-5's And I bet y'all ain't know that bitch was cockeyed See it's all about a check, I tie a cord around her neck and throw ya daughter down the steps This [?] will knock out a quarter pound of flesh Coulda been killed you, SMACK said it wasn't worth it yet You got the worst respect I can't work wit' that but I can work the TEC We pop up, the car full of 30's these ain't Percocets You bitches in love wit' life, you don't even wanna flirt wit' death I'll kill all you Grape Street niggas, I'll make a purple mess It'll be a fuckin' slaughter, down in fuckin' Florida This Grape Street nigga was gettin' chased out the events by Trump supporters That's a fact ain't it?! Ain't it?! Aight then, once again, fuck ya daughter She old enough, I'ma fuck ya daughter My machete, leave a Jersey nigga in all red, man (Redman) drowning in Muddy Waters That's fuckin' fire nigga Darkside, mainly gifted, trained militia I'll rock a fella (Rocafella) wit' D-12 and the Eminem (mm) in a suit, for the Shady business I'll knock her teeth out, go and get ya babe some dentures For them six flags I come through Jersey lettin' that machine scream, "Welcome to Great Adventures" I told Top, "Bring the apron witcha." Roc, we finna make some dinner And cook 'em in front y'all like an Asian nigga Gun in the doo rag, watch how it waves on niggas In the face it look like you got AIDS my nigga He dead holmes, before you Pass, pay the dead toll I'm Loaded wit' a Calicoe and it's gon' be a lot of head rolls I'ma lay him down bro It's muffles on the sound bro But this one Loaded wit' a Charlie Clip, look at how it come around tho' He gettin' it bad, I'm kickin' his ass Tell the crowd how ya mother used to sit in the cab and suck dick for the cash They said that nasty bitch had genital warts on her mouth and was pickin' her scabs Came home and was kissin' ya dad How sickenin' is that? Look how I got him in his feelings The .40 like a nigga with all performance, you know I got it in the buildin' Yeah, I bet he know now, I bet he know now, I bet he know now For three whole rounds, I drag dawg 'round the table like Martin when he was actin' like Nino Brown Stick a syringe in his neck and bring the needle 'round When I trips, heads crack they think we playin' cee-lo now Darkside nigga [Round 2: Arsonal] You from North Carolina, right? [Brizz] By the way of... [Arsonal] I should punch you in ya fuckin' face Just for lettin' Donald Trump win ya fuckin' state I wanna beat ya skull wit' a cinder block 'til I hear somethin' break Stab you on ya birthday in the neck and use the same knife to cut ya cake You a fake tough nigga, actin' like he'll hurt me I ain't even worried, I'll run down until my sneakers' dirty I'll be in Jersey and keep a .30 Cause of that, my whole hood callin' my bitch, "Ayesha Curry" Now let's play a game It's called, "Who Are You: Remind Me" I mean you Murder Inc but you the bitch in ya crew, you Ashanti I mean, I was trapped in the game since a youngin', I had to grind B Came out a grown ass man, I'm Allen in Jumanji Now roll the dice, this a prototype vs a poltergeist Lyrically this is Nasir Jones versus Obie Trice I'm Ginobili nice, what's the .40 price Cause I retired them two .4's, they on that night stand, sittin' next to Kobe wife One of these will break a nigga jaw I get to trippin' on Sunday you'll be sippin' ya Thanksgiving through a straw I give a fuck if we fistfight, you takin' a loss What I gotta spell it out? It'll be (B) raw L if we "brawl" But on the flip side, you still catchin' an L if we go to war B Damn, that was "brawl" back and forth G, don't cross me I've been fire, off top and my pen fire {Slight stumble} Rubber grip around the metal I call it a thin tire I'm here, Top here, you there Statistically you North Carolina niggas always been behind bars Why you think Petey Pablo is in jail on Empire? Now I'm thinkin' fast food, only fast food when I disrespect a nigga Meaning, I doubt if anybody from Raleigh gonna check a nigga I give him that number nine, super size, somethin' extra nigga SMACK fuck this battle, I came in this buildin' to really disrespect this nigga Violate yo' space nigga, I get all in ya shit I'll leave ya whole family disabled nigga, all of us Crips I'll hook Top, he'll lean on me, you gon' think the doc wrote all of us scripts This left hook gon' look like I hit ya jaw wit' a brick I'm tryin' to fight after Like, soon as he yell "time" I'm talkin' RIGHT after I'ma smoke a blunt then rob the nigga blind, I'ma hijacker (high jacker) Now I told Serius Jones it's a lot of talent in battle rap, but you ain't got 'em either Why they keep feedin' the top tiers to the bottom feeders? But my money long, I can afford to kick yo' ass in designer sneakers This nigga nice, I swear to God, that's why I'm finna let him rhyme for Jesus You gon' fuck around and die tonight Yo' lil' heart, finna stop tonight SMACK, tell him, I already copped a flight He first class on a one way to open up for 'Pac tonight Brizz try to stunt on me, not happenin' Shotgun bark like "Boom"! John Madden him Ray, you said I only get one shot, I look back at him Said, "Not wit' that extendo I had. I been practicin'." My knuckle game ill, I'll fight, y'all wrestlin' One arm cross face, chicken wing I'll Bob Backlund him I know a lot of y'all hate on Ars', but why tackle him? Y'all know the slogan, haters they pivot while I'm travellin' Now makin' it out my hood ain't suggested, it's a goal now Suicidal thoughts, he commit 'em, he send his soul down Why your little brother chose to be gay with all these hoes 'round? Oh let me guess, they forcin' faggot acceptance, they puttin' it in the shows now But what's on TV ain't reality tho' Cause security can stop a fight on a reality show But on this stage, nah, my niggas out here carryin' bro You'll be underground on in the tub man (Tubman); Harriet flow My city like Compton in the 80's When bitches asses were real and they were wobbling in them daisies Bitches was real too, wasn't no option to be shady Your baby mother file her taxes just to make a profit off ya baby Her baby father a loser, ya older brother, he a shooter 14 wit' a Ruger, nightmare worse than Krueger I'll drive-by on a scooter, no regret to the ops I'm screamin', "I shot the sheriff", no respect for the cops Now you said, you would fuck my mother in the ass and make her suck it off No, you're gay, you will bend over and try to make my mother suck a fuckin' fart Cause you'se a bitch nigga My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic You can't spell "bars" without puttin' that Ars' in it [Round 3: Brizz Rawsteen] So you the most poppin' battle rapper? A lot of people that been viewin' you? Well all that mean to me is that it's gon' be a lot of people at ya funeral You done came up here and talked what you used to do I'm like whoopty whoop nigga we used to you See the game no longer has any use for you And at night I gotta unloose the screws And it's cool, because before rap I worked on roofs wit' tools Now I use tools to get a nigga roof removed I'm work for these niggas All legends on my resume and if I ain't kill 'em, I been hurtin' these niggas You know we rivals, nigga you know Loaded Lux, bitch I know loaded rifles You will see clip after clip, oh now we goin' viral They don't give credit but when you winnin' they ain't supposed to like you My pops said, "Son, so what they got more bread, that just mean they ain't molded like you." Motherfucker that's my style that was stolen by you I need to get Paid In Full or I'ma pull up like Rico on a motorcycle It's loyalty over money, stay wit' a Hollow like I'm close with Nigel I'll tell ya daughter like, "Lil' bitch. I throw you right through- The TV. Face first. I Poltergeist you." I need the body way down in the jungle deep, I Dolomite you I'm somethin' that a bitch won't play wit' I'm on stage lookin' for the .40 Soon as this located, baow, everything gettin' dislocated Clip disappear in a Crip mouth, I think this Loc, ain't it? I ain't talkin' 'bout Trick Trick and how he bullied you And I ain't talkin' 'bout you denyin' Suge even though that was a pussy move I'm talk about you gettin' chased by G Mayne Frost, he ran you out the club, had you lookin' like a pussy duke Scared of the white boy, look at you In Florida, you had a chance to do what Trayvon couldn't do So wait, you outta state lettin' white men bitch you In Florida, a state, where gun right defend you Gang member, and he had a licensed pistol Heard you was in the car, lotta wipes and tissues Ya man the police, he was right there witchu You laughin', but y'all let these niggas slide with these types of issues You fuckin' faggot I put ya daughter in the trash wit' some fuckin' maggots Take the body out the bag then I fuckin' drag it Up the block, tell ya man L Wisdom I don't fuck wit' cops, nigga you not this stupid We both was college students I see you tryin' to get the crowd into it Usin' ya fan base for the crowd influence See what he tryin' to do is talk gimmick while he paint a false image then tie you to it Quit talkin' diva, if you ever had quarters on the block I'm sure they was gettin' dropped in the parkin' meters Aye Suge, Surf, come talk to me bro Did this nigga used to be a Blood? See, why won't none of ya partners speak up? I mean we all right here it ain't hard to reach us Coward, let's talk about you Jersey niggas I can go on for 30 minutes about you Jersey niggas Like how O-Red the best and you the worst at sinnin' How y'all use this gang shit as a thirsty gimmick But none of y'all was birthed up in it How Suge and Surf all up in the street wit' they personal business It's shit like that just hurt me to witness Hope they don't see it, I'd hate to have to hurt me a witness Reason for the extra credit on that work we've been given Cause me and Top the only niggas in our class that had perfect attendance {Crowd starts chanting 3-0} Hold up! Whatchu tell Rex? You never seen Redman and Tretch chased but treated no suckas But you did see Jim Jones and Cam' get chased out the Rucker? But you and all your fam' came down to Florida and let one white boy chase y'all all out together The irony Nigga swear you ain't run off with two bands worth of Beasley's money And when he seen you at the BET Award that shit ain't seem as funny They said you had the wide surprise eyes when you seen him comin' They said he grabbed you by your motherfuckin' neck, like, "My nigga. Have you seen my money? No, no, no, my nigga I really need my money." This that lock the door ain't nobody leavin' money They said you got away, called his phone like, "Yo I don't appreciate you puttin' your hands on me." Beasley responds, "You could've said that in my face my nigga. Ain't you a man, homie?" You ran and gotcha man on him Rain had the can' on him C-Dub had the can' on him Right before my nigga Sheist was about them hands on him His wife and the bitches they was with, this nigga ran on 'em You ain't nothin' like me My name Brandon, I'm the real thing damn it, you ain't cut like me Yeah I'm from Delaware Yeah they well aware I got niggas from Riverside to Belvidare that'll leave you buried there And I be everywhere Niggas is Snakes in the game, so we move wit' the Metal Gear And I rep' Carolina cause I was there for eleven years {Crowd starts chanting 3-0 again} That's it, you put in all this work and nobody cared Darkside nigga [Round 3: Arsonal] It looks like I wandered outta space again I realize them killin' off my own race again If I'm back that mean SMACK must've emptied out the safe again We was at ya brother funeral The sound of ya mother cryin' got my patience thin So I walk up to his casket and shoot the nigga in the face again I open up the wound that we put the staples in This devious, I can't pretend I tryin' to pierce ya bitch pussy with a safety pin And then I pull out this one big ratchet; Ms. Gracie friend Y'all gon' see purple everywhere like a Laker's win Ya chances of beatin' me are slimmer than Big T gettin' in shape again I'll mush ya head in the same pan that I'm fryin' bacon in I'm Debo at the dice game, I'ma take the win Then pray for forgiveness cause I hate to sin Then bust a nut on ya new born face and chin Ass whoopings I'm handin' those out .30's on me nigga and the nose out The whole can' in yo' mouth Comin' through yo' chimney, I'm takin' Santa's old route I wanna know how you the man in yo' city, you ain't even the man in yo' house We ain't never heard of you You out here doin' the shit that birdies do Man that .40 fuckin' pretty and she [?] pretty too Man I remember walkin' to school, with a gun in my dirty shoe What you? 32 with a .9? Nigga I was nine with a .32 Man, stop the comments Piece (peace) on me like I'm tryin' to stop the violence This ain't rocket science Boo! Boo! Boo! Then you hear awkward silence I got a gun so big, it'll knock the Big T off the blooblocka nigga Hold ya head underwater now you Aqua Nigga Shot the nigga, knife work, got the nigga Rush them to the doctor nigga Who would've knew you would've died from a Scar? Who you? Mufasa nigga? You lyin' (Lion) King Comin' into battles just tryin' things What make you think that you can stop a whole Arsonal I tried to tell you ain't no "i" in "team" Let's rewind to Trayvon, then fast forward to the riot scenes A young nigga in the hood who city got destroyed and he ain't got to see the finer things That's you Brizz, truth is, you are not raw A lot of y'all tryin' to mistake him for Roc, let me stop y'all All I need is a Pyrex, some ice in a stove, I could lock Raw Just for y'all thinkin' Raw Roc, I'ma whip his ass and rock Raw Man I ain't come to swag on Brizz I came to punch him in his face soon as he start rappin' Pull a Joey Jihad on Brizz I'm serious, whooo, I'll pull a Math on Brizz R.I.P. is somethin' they'll have to idol Brizz You the type of nigga get emotional cause you ain't see ya dad in a week I'm the type of nigga make ya mother get out the car, pump the gas while I'm in the passenger seat And she was drivin' I'm her supervisor Tell that ugly bitch I'm her new adviser She gotta do somethin' for the hood, what I gotta find ways to utilize her? So while we sittin' in the car, she suck my dick listenin' to Young MA and Gucci Mane What that mean? I guess that I'm her Uber driver Uuuu-ber for those that ain't get that Was that a reach? Well sometimes you gotta reach just to catch that Goin' over heads is what I'm best at I"m a veteran of this game, suck my dick if you don't respect that My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic And you can't spell "bars" without puttin' that "Ars" in it
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