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These guys who top vets be tryna not prep
He wouldn't sign the dot unless
The rounds was two
Minutes and thirty seconds but
I ain't shocked yet
Cause usually, when people
Hear the news they got Sikh
 they start to worry how much
Time they got left two minutes and thirty?
That's tournament rule-worthy
This 'pposed to be who the
Dopest in New Jersey
You seen my last 3–0? yeah, at NOME
I did dude dirty so time limit or not
I'm goin' for two thirties
This ain't no sorta gimmick
My scripture says I gotta stay armed
I only started grippin' whеn
I got more religious hit ya family first
Muzzle on thе can I burst
It's fire but it can't be
Heard like Danny's third!
It's classic as a golden era tape
You nowhere near as safe
That's a story that my forty never ate
On a stretcher while ya dome'll marinate
Said, "Bring Arsonal outside" Now
He's in a open carry state
I'ma flip on this bitch and switch into this
(That's only sixty seconds) I'm gettin'
Real sick-a this shit! To murder him
I get close wit' a burner then I tip-toe
I could pass any magazine that's
Perfect if I miss, though
I'm learnin' what the clip hold
While he worried 'bout two thirties
I'm tryna see the perks of an extendo
Hand-a God, I'm Beast Mode
Get a Panasonic camera on another
Catastrophic Danny Myers 3–0
Plan a call and he smoked
I could get Arsonal by diallin' a number
Like a Grand Theft Auto cheat code
Make it do what it do losin' my cool
Let it loose when I shoot at a
Roof and get a medulla removed
Cruisin' through ya crew by usin' tools
I used in my youth
Bullets like ya first language:
They flew into you who you be?
Zab Judah: move's too clean got cuckoo speed
That's doot doot, boom boom-bink
A deuce-deuce weak i was told, in life
You gotta pull ya own weight so I use 223s
I got time drive-by, cha cha slide
Shout to Red I got that
Kill him on the turnpike and do a -nine-five
Freestyle 'bout him dyin' on the I95 hahaha!
Laughin' and (Fuck, I got thirty sec?)
Laughinbutgettinmadatoneathewackesta nah
I'm playin' laughin' but gettin' mad at
One-a the wackest-a legends
I'm packin' a metal to have him dead and be
Clappin' the lead at the back of his head
That get ejected
You saw his brain like snaps his
Fingers this that's a matter-a seconds
Them racist terrorist raps is nothin'
Fuck is Arsonal to
Weapons-a mass destruction?
Hundred guns get pulled and it's tragic
You battled the old Hollow wit' the coat?
I got a full metal jacket! Jersey!

Once again
I'm here same nigga from my league tried me
Catch the body, sever the head you know
Team Homi
This, you never seen like a clean zombie
My gun work who said it ain't got
No job? I make y'all believe Tommy
You grew up on Arsonal
You was watchin' me wit' Mom
You resurrected after yo' last
Call into the grave
Nigga that gotta be a sign
I know ya lifestyle different
Nigga it's a lotta poverty in mine
I know your people: y'all mob deep causin'
Havoc but you ain't no prodigy-a mine
Embrace who you are
Vlade Divac you ain't gotta be LeBron
You know what fucked up my era? They
Ain't try to see us shine
This lil' policy-a mine is a hi
Bumps arm on Real Sikh (My fault)
Me sayin', "My fault" is takin' the blame
Not no apology-a mine
Just know I did that and I
Take full responsibility for it
Let's see if every action got a
Reaction and if you really retarded
Nigga, you left yo' strap home
You really a Norbit
For some reason, tonight
Yo' lines just ain't connectin'
Yo' shit really distorted
You know, the faster you run
The slower you go them be the worst dreams
In '09
I had it tucked in the boot like Surf jeans
Mask on from the first screen
Was six years older than me when
He jumped on the porch
Pussy my life been in pandemic since thirteen
By no means will I let a
Sand nigga win in no ring
While you was fantasizin' 'bout
Grantin' niggas' wishes, i had coke dreams
If I had a genie in a bottle
He'd be swimmin' 'round in codeine
New era? Big fifty-nine fifty I
Cap ya whole team
Wit' somethin' from Idaho on the
Barrel that's a sweet potata
This gon' be a old-school ass-whoopin'
Till he got a piece-a Vega
No passport needed on this trip, my nigga
But you finna meetchya maker
What made you think that you
Really could beat me?
Stupid niggas from ya era
Out here thinkin' Smack
Really run shit when it really is Beasley
I'm the face-a the culture
Stupid this really is easy
I'll have two Crips buck-fifty you
Down to Nitty and Geechi
Then, we can hurry out back
Fuck Danny Myers! I'm the GOAT and you
Said ya people make curry out that?
Well, I ain't worried 'bout that
No documentary footage but we could go thirty
For thirty where Steph Curry house at
Cause, I'm the oracle all my straps portable
It go from slapboxin' to street-fightin' to
Play change like a audible
I'ma do this effortlessly they recordin' you
I'm out here makin' this twenty-five thousand
Dollar ass-whoopin' look very affordable
Smack, why you book this here?
Facts! I'm the biggest battle-a ya career
You the worst nigga that I took this year
When I first laid eyes on Nina
I got my glow back
I wanted to marry the bitch the day that
I met her like I was Kodak
Bars, delivery I do everything
Bitch I'm Bojack
But dread ain't fit for the new
Era 'cause my shit no cap
I'm from a era where you try
To mimic everything ya father shows
Youngins tote all kinda poles
And bitches catch feelin's like
The common cold
Where female COs'll fuck a inmate
Before it's time to roll
My homie been locked up for the last
Twelve years and he got a five-year-old
My weed strands all good grades please
Do the honor roll
I got the hood on smash like man, c'mon
Go 'head, bro

My religion different than Christians' you
Better learn the history
Sikhs were wishin' for peace
But the place we from
Radicals had us buried in the streets
We had to turn into warriors
That was murderin' to eat
Be a saint and a soldier: that's
The words we really teach
Always keep a weapon that's
Our personal belief
So there's a burner on my seat
'cause-a the verses I was preached
So far as bein' nonviolent
We firmly disagree
Finishin' a buck-fifty's only time I
Turn the other cheek
You retired six-and-a half times you
Need to take care-a yaself
Doin' that to get pity reactions tried
It here then you failed
Said you retired vers' Brizz then
Took a hilarious L
Seems in your farewell battle
You wasn't fairin' too well
There's mad times you shoulda
Packed up to leave
I think that you pushed it past peek
Shoulda quit this when Trick Trick made
You deny Suge 'cause that's weak
I'm sayin', when he called Shotgun
That's when you shoulda took a backseat
This ain't Sikh and B Dot just Sikh and I
Really Ichabod shit split ya noggin'
Hit ya top swiftly
The beam on this infra pop quickly
You know me from that two-on-two but I
Got a different dot wit' me
I'm new Jerus, you old Jerus
The older school but molded who?
When our state was known for
Chokin', you was chokin', too
Said you Big Jersey I'm barely convinced
This time shit show you scared as a bitch
So what I'm with that lyrical miracle shit?
I'm the only one in our state that
Don't choke that's like a character glitch
They said Jersey in a casket
And it needed pallbearers
It's only right Sikh's carryin' it
I got it from here you could dip
I'm evolvin' shit in our homeland
More than just arguin' wit' a grown man
I feel like Neo tryna rescue
Morpheous with his own plan
I'm tryna get Arsonal with the program
You just got status you livin' off that
They take the name of our state as
A way to quit and fall flat
Cause y'all said
"Jersey" Y'all ain't even bring the bars back
But when I say
"Jersey!" I'm tryna bring the bars back
Only two and a half? Get
Ripped till the last minute
I'm stayin' wit' a gauge then I'm killin'
The cats that thinkin' I have gimmicks
If the shoe fit's
I bring the pump to every door like
The prince with the glass slipper
Don't rap he list stats of things he did in
His past 'cause he really
Ain't have shit since
You pulled out a belt vers'
Twork I'm finna react different
I'm the kid in the back
Like I'm sick-a them ass-whippin's
I only got a year on set
From here on, I dare y'all vets
I ain't even in my rare form yet
Now, I'm teachin' you you
Prepared for a test?
I got Arsonal under the wing
Like a air force jet
Every legend you saw against me has lost
I send 'em from main events to
The start-a Born Legacy cards
I rip these legends give me credit
A MC tha (I got fifteen seconds?)
Fuck it! Summer Madness comin' tell DNA
"What's up?" then
I want Solomon back and not
As one-a the judges
Daylyt get sonned tell Ave, "Let's run it"
Get Dizaster over here I'm
Tryna battle my cousin jersey!

This déjà vu, me vers' you
The two-on-two? Chaos was
Pennin' shit different i told him
"Stick to the script don't drag shit
Make punches hit wit' precision"
What I do wit' newcomers, I give 'em a vision
No disrespect but I claim myself on my taxes
I ain't never need the Kid for assistance
You niggas is different
I live what you didn't i'm is who you isn't
When niggas needed that fix
I'm him who give the prescription
Nigga, you talk a good game, my nigga
But never pop off
I peel ya ex'll see ya mouth wired now
You get lockjaw
It was times I couldn't get my hands on
The scale and I had to eyeball
I knew my fiends on a first name
Basis 'cause I did the drop-offs
When the product slowed up and
I couldn't cop raw i was in Home Depot
Stealin' sheet rock so I could
Break down a drywall i sold sugar
Flour whatever I had to when the time call
Now, at thirty-five
Play wit' a 357 I guess I'm a oddball
I needed somewhere safe for a
Safe and in my room
That was the cheapest spot
Not to mention I ain't
Wanna cause no attention
So I ain't have a key and lock
I was sixteen wit' a
Thirty-two forty thousand
Cash might not seem a lot
But my whole life hidden
In cardboard under my
Bed never no Jordans in my sneaker box
I get the grip
Click I make you drip before you the shot
You speak to cops? You wouldn't
Get respect on Aretha's block
You ain't gon' talk to me like you
Talk to the rest of these niggas
I will respectfully so disrespectfully
Start disrespectin' this nigga
I'm don't get emotional I'm a professional
Nigga and I get to treat Ay rabs like you
As tax write-offs 'cause I invested in niggas
Now, don't act like you ain't beg at
Wisdom till he gave you battles
You better watch the words you put together
This a little different than playin' Scrabble
I was the nigga who ran point
But couldn't wait to travel international
It was literally times I had to Euro
Step to go make the battle
You started on my league and now
You takin' it for granted?
You forgot I was the one throwin' the
Cards? It ain't easy battlin' Gambit
You was past poor I met
You and still stamped it
You ain't gotta be the main even on the card
Nigga you facin' the biggest
Battler on the planet
So now, you the center of attention
Extendo on a Smith-and
Clumsy family a bitch well, yep
My sister get to trippin'
Let's surrender all suspicion
Babs, , I don't hit women
But my bitch'll smack the nigga outta Viixen
You? You should stop rappin'
On my avenue, you are not happenin'
We Glock-grabbin'
Then it's boom! Where'd that
Come from? John Madden!
Killers, I contract 'em
Ten from the Eagle DeSean Jackson!
Fourth grade talent show wherever I
Go the nine's clappin'!
I got a twenty-two that's deadly and sweet
Thirty-two, said she a freak
Forty, she squirt and got a better physique
Man, I don't give a fuck if
You respect what I speak
And fuck you niggas! Y'all don't
Gotta gimme me flowers
Now 'cause they'll be dead in a week, pussy!
My shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
And you can't spell "Jersey" without
Puttin' the Ars in it, nigga!

You put who on? Let's separate
The truth from lies
I won a bum-ass tournament on ya
Bum-ass league that you left unsupervised
So ya movement died i had to go to smaller
Leagues to pursue the grind
Then I caught Lexx Luthor's eyes
He brought me to iBattle
IBattle that's the league that grew my shine
While you was sayin', "No" to battles
I was killin' to survive
Look at the leagues and what the
Letters in them two describe you dub shit
I battle that's the difference
Between you and I!
Plus I had to leave 'cause one-a
Ya bidness partners was a cop
Shit, no wonder UDubb has been deceased
It ain't a coincidence that when
They started defundin' the police
He ran outta money for his league
What did you complete?
Lux and Hollow's ya single hit
There was a police officer
Organizin' the big events
In battle rap, ya league barely exist in it
How you had a cop doin' the bookin's
And still couldn't leave ya fingerprints?
Ya other partner was Ray Swag
Always next to you, Ars
But, you said he became a rat
Another connection through law
A cop and a snitch the end is whose fault?
Was it the badge or the witness?
Badger the wit? Am I takin'
These questions too far?
You never grew stars
Your events had the vets in it
You tried to push rappers but
They was hella irrelevant
Ya staff members was central intelligence
Why you surprised your talent
Had an arrested development?
Question! You know what rhymes wit'
"Arsonal da Rebel"?
None-a ya artists are successful
You need a marketin' professional
If Marvel is URL
DC is what I'm thinkin' UDubb to be
They the Avengers
Y'all the Criminal Justice League
Fuck police! Teamin' wit' 'em was a major L
That's the part you never bring
Up it's fake as hell you been playin' yaself
First, you went no Shotgun
Then you started to engage with twelve
Now, I'm raisin' hell!
UDubb had no real benefit
It's iBattle! I'm still reppin' it
Your company failed then the jail hella quick
You worked wit' a pig!
Shoulda known he'd curl
Up at the tail end of it
You told Gotti you never
Got caught and arrested
But, it's all makin' sense wit'
Ya bidness partner's profession
At first, I loyally joined the team
Did them battles for the free
I'm only here to collect my royalties!
Jersey!

You talkin' 'bout UDubb and iBattle league
Sayin' you came up on iBattle league
But yeah, you was on UDubb, our battle league
When y'all mention Ray, I think back Mysterio
How you think you finna
Persuade usin' that material?
Growin' up in my trap could bury you
I was taught before I shoot to
Skip breakfast meanin' scratch the serial
See, it's easy to have a off-night
This was a mis match from the start
I'll pull some chrome that's all
Black out some OFF WHITEs
Inf' beam spot him through the fog lights
German Ruger, not a German shepherd
This hit different than a dog bite
I'm straight-forward AR got a K clip
I'm the nigga you pray for
Not the nigga to play wit'
I got about thirty on neck
I got a thirty on deck
You still red-shirtin', pussy
You ain't put Jersey on yet
You gotta survive Twork
You can't use a shotgun to try and rob Surf
You still worryin' 'bout résumés
The fuck is this? A job search?
Unemployment told you before you get that
Bread to list them jobs first
So you go against the home team
Nigga? That's what yo' pride worth?
You'll get yo' head dismantled
Yeah, you got a lil' crowd reaction
Bruh don't let it amp you
Up lead and blam you
You rather be livin' proof or a dead example
What part-a Jersey you from?
Fuck whoever stamped you!
If you really from Jerusalem
What's the story behind the seven candles?
Yeah, this a different vibe
I got Indian in my family
Too I'm from the Nigga tribe
They gon' charge me wit' assault
But this battery ain't energized
Rafiki on the clip 'cause
I'm holdin' somethin' Simba-sized
Y'all niggas ain't plan for this, right? Now
Niggas gotta improvise pistol rise
I double these they the official size
I already put dot on his
Head like other Hindu guys
If I put a dot on yo' chest
What that symbolize?
It's niggas like you that got
My whole hood gentrified
Can't fuckin' freestyle to save ya life
Ya passion is dead
That's why you wanna be known as a writer
Cause you can't take that wrap off ya head
Now, I'm here to snatch every bit
Of confidence from yo' conscience
Since you tryna convince the
World-a yo' accomplishments
I'm yo' consequences
Your mother told everybody in here
You the family liar
You know what I'm sayin'?
You talkin' all this tough shit
I could turn ya whole family bias
It was three punches to end
My second my hand retired
But the fourth hit by the third
Round like he Danny Myers
I'm in a parallel universe and I'm
Startin' to feel a disconnect
I don't think y'all really noticed:
I went three rounds of
Straight bars and I ain't
Even use no disrespect
My whole career, you been all on my dick
I showed up twelve years never late to work
Fuck I look like callin' out Sikh, nigga?
My shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
And you can't spell, "Jersey" or say
The shit without mentionin' Ars, bitches!
Jersey!