URLtv, K-Shine, Arsonal - Arsonal vs. K-Shine lyrics

Once again I'm here
I'm in another nigga's state
On another nigga's stage
Up in another nigga'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 nigga 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 nigga
Only reason yo daddy married your momma is
Cause that pussy was in Heat
Why you think you came out
Looking like Mario Chalmers?
You could be that nigga twin
Except he wealthy and you needy
You get pussy off mistaken identity
Bitches 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 nigga 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 bitch average Like Shine and them
Lazy Boy press that button 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 nigga with the Mack 10
I'm T-Boz'ing them
Then cock and get straight to the point
I'm D collison no deal nor single out
My reputation beyond fame
I spit vivid shit, you could picture it
Picasso 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
Nigga 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 jeweler
After the bezel on his Roley dropped
That 9 millimeter retarded
Meaning my Ruger spit
My hammer bang on any MC, nigga my tool
Too legit shine, you always getting defeated
De feeted, you on some Kunta shit
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 nigga?
Cause, I'll send him a nigga to battle right
Now if you still trying to do that
Watch my hands? What you gon do?
Nigga 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 fuck 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 niggas feel like
They could toy with you
Cause everybody in Dot Mob been
Getting smacked since lil niggas
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 kill, Cripping for real
That's a C section surgery
It'll be your newborn versus me
I snatch him out her ovaries
Kill 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
Fuck ya life I'll cut ya wife
Until the butter knife burgundy
My shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
(You can't spell "bars" without putting
That "ars" in it)

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 shit
I was supposed to kill 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 nigga
Escaped a death 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
Ass 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 fuck with him now nigga
Ars a no well is running through y'all
City with an arsenal?
They say he live in New Orleans now, Ars NO
They said I know you not scared of him
I say Ars? NO
I put a hole in that nigga, 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 nigga, all talk, no rights
You on that Dr king shit
You don't fight, you take flight
Well get your wings clipped
How y'all jacking swing
That but you don't ever swing shit?
And you a bus driver
You supposed to have the mean hit
My machine kit like Popeye's it
Got them great biscuit's
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 fucking case
Cause another nigga mouth got
Another nigga traced
With another fucking 9 buck
Another nigga face
Nigga you snitch them exit wounds will look
Like a nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas know how I give it up
Until 2 y'all know my slogan nigga
(ZIP EM UP)

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 fuck a nigga 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 niggas
You ain't got money to Blow?
And that's paying Johnny Debt depp
Aye Smack! You's a motherfucking liar!
You a motherfucking 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
Niggas that gave yo ass 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 niggas 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 niggas teach us so
We can do what we supposed to
Lux threw us both in the ring
But what I do to that nigga I can't
Tell y'all better than I could show ya
It's over
Obey your thirst Shine, get your Minnesota
Mossberg I'I I 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 bitch 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 kill a smoker life's a bitch
She gets fucked and then it's over
I'll stomp his ass in Chucks and
Let Tech come Kenneth Cole ya
You gon need the cops with you, SWAT with you
Every nigga 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 shit 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 bitch
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 shit
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 niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga
Cause if you stunt while you home
They gon target you nigga
I've now adopted to father you niggas
Without me there's no you
Every K that Shine's part of an Arsonal nigga
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 niggas hate seeing you on they screen
You like the nigga 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
Nigga this midget versus Sumo
My shit is real, my shit raw
My shit is you know
It's already motherfucking let's go
To the 3rd
Round This battle already 2-0'd nigga

Yo it's only one reason why I feel
I should address that midget stuff
Cause, I'm a short nigga 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 shit 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 nigga 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 nigga this size
To make 'em whip out a Tommy
That's a bunch of short niggas
With they fucking K spin
Every time this nigga say that
He fucking hate midgets
Wait let me break it down Ars
That's "M" multiple shots firing
Til a wig's split
"I" run with niggas 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 shit lit
"E" is the nigga 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, nigga
Y'all already know my slogan nigga
(ZIP EM UP!)

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 bitches throwing pussy 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 niggas 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 jewels
Jews 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 ass 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 bitch with the low cut?
The same bitch that gave Cal dome?"
He said, "That's her
Copy" Real quiet with a loud moan
Now you funny looking and you
Make niggas laugh Dave Chappelle
And you such a bitch 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 ass, k-Michelle
I'm such a business man, Smack offered me 8
But he gave me 12
I was dealt a shitty 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 shit
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 nigga don't know a thing
He don't know shit about nothing
Shine don't know shit 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 fuck with you
You should shoot

Arsonal starts getting boo'd by the crowd

My bars felt, niggas 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
Nigga I still bleed
Food, water, pussy, 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 cock hancock at Will speed
I told Verb I'ma violate him in 5 seconds
Like he the nigga 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 niggas in the
City can get ran out the Rucker I'm from
Newark, ain't no love
Ain't no cupid motherfucker
My city was voted the most
Unfriendly city on this planet
You little stupid motherfucker
And you know what
I ain't even talk about him
Getting his ass grabbed
But, you could have that
That ain't even what I'm mad at

See real niggas that bang
We don't color bang, that shit is dead wack
We bang for a cause that's why
All the real niggas respect that
But, I'm happy you said that
That leave me room to address that
Cause you's a fuckin fraud Ars
You so much of a fraud that niggas
Starting to lose trust in you
Like 0-Red said if he wasn't from
Jersey I wouldn't fuck 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
Nigga he started his career with warriors
Not substitutes
You got your own league and lose there
How the fuck do you
Own Ultimate Warrior but still can't get you
(U) W's? You so much of a fucking fraud Ars
Your niggas don't feel comfortable chilling
You bang red every time you feel blue
What the fuck is you feeling?
Real niggas 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 fucking Chameleon
You's a fuckin 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?
Nigga be like "yeah I wanna fuck with cuz
But I know blood might hurt me
Aight, fuck it, fuck it, I'ma fuck with blood
Nah, nah, nah cuz might murk me"
You don't even know if you want
Red or blue in the circle
This nigga so fucking confused he
Went and turned purple
You's a fucking 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 nigga 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 fucking fraud Ars
You so much of a fraud
He act like having a CDL is
So bad and it feel wrong
Nigga any parent would be happy that
They child starting to feel grown
But he'd rather be a nigga 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 nigga, these old matics
Only reason niggas 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 nigga suck
So I ain't gotta go no more
So what's my slogan nigga? (ZIP EM UP!)