URLtv, Brizz Rawsteen, Arsonal - Arsonal vs. Brizz Rawsteen lyrics

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 ya 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
Two 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 raw in it if you heard I fucked ya wife
I prolly went raw in it

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-

I'm in another nigga's state
Up on another nigga's stage
Up in another nigga's face

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 tendencies landin' 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

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 shit's 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

You from North Carolina, right?

By the way of

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

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 ate 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 Treach 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 Belvedere
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 ever cared darkside nigga

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
RIP is somethin' they'll have to add on 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