URLtv, Arsonal, Hollow Da Don - Hollow Da Don vs. Arsonal (2018) lyrics

You retired for 3 hours and 32 seconds
You should hate yourself
How you got your own league
But, you can't pay yourself?
So actin' like this ain't about money
Is that somethin' you gon' say yourself?
That's like gettin' in my car
Askin' for the auxiliary cordwe know
You 'bout to play yourself
Against the god MC that got more
Than four fours for ya
I'll take your shit and beat you wit' it
I go John John on ya
You wanna get disrespectful?!
I'll spit on ya mom's mom's daughter
You wanna bring in a pool table?
I'll do you like God's godfather
Cause a battle rap can turn into
A crime scene from it
I mean my arsenal turn into Arsonal
You know he got somethin' mean comin'
My hit man turn into Hitman
It reload when that thing dumpin'
And Hollow turn to Blind Fury
Cause, I ain't see nothin'
But, I did see your scene in
Bodied and your scene was throw
But it ain't about your scene it's what you
Did behind the scenes that seem so bold
He told a runner
"Put the beef on hold i'm vegan
So I need some toad
Fruit smoothie, keep the Coke"
Actin' diva though like Keisha Cole and you
Didn't even have a speakin' role
So quit all the actin', frontin'
'fore I start blackin' somethin'
You'll think about my last battlei'll pull
Out extra caps for nothin'!
But y'all niggas actin' tough
And then y'all niggas backin' up
Y'all nigga money down
But y'all niggas be actin' up
Like for example
When you in the east you Rick
Ross you throwin' up Triple C's
But we don't know if he down or not
He like the Wu Tang Killa Bees
The young boy on my team? He Shyeim
He always with the beats
So before he lets them cap a don
(Cappadonna) he'll Killa Priest
Nigga you got somethin' that you owe Hollow
So I load with the old hollow
(Hold up, hold up, stop my time)
(Hollow puts on the same jacket
And hat he wore in his first battle against
Arsonal on Fight Klub)

For me to really beat this nigga
I gotta turn into the old Hollow
I said, my machete diabetic
It's takin' off his left leg
Kill his baby mom and his
Baby with one bullet
Give her chest lead through the baby
Head while she gettin' breast fed
Put that Saw in that small
Room is a horror flick, i'm that hostile
(Hostel) i'll find the good
(Goodz) and do him bad, I can Top you
I'll put the combinations in a
Sock and pad lock you
I'll nail both your feet to the
Floor and slap box you
Nigga I remember our first battle, legendary
A lot of shit got birthed
You was schemin' and you
Was doin' setups first
I mean they had me look crazy
You knew we was battlin' twice
And that was fugazi
So you think I'ma let you come out on
The 'Tube tied? I'm not havin' it baby
I said they did a whole lot
To set up the best
You thought I'd die behind
Bars that first time?
Well I didn't that's the Mandela Effect
I said, that year don't even exist, I'm
An old mind shatterer, time traveler
Rhyme battler that go back in time and
Design calendars to find challengers
My mind patterns are cryptic
I write backwards
The lines scatter, I decode 'em as I practice
Just to show that mine matters and my matters
I'll have his mind mattered
They find scattered
All over his wine China cabinet
Well I mic (Mike) jack it like I'm Bad-der
I said fuck boxing like Rocky
In the meat freezer
I have him boxing with meat cleavers
I might go wave
(microwave) was left over and reheat ya
Until then I'm masked up hittin' the
Set like a bee keeper

Old Hollow told me this is light work
Believe in me
I know this nigga the snitch type
He put that wire on easily
All lies, but he talk a good game
He's tryin' to Beasley me
TI in ATL, I can spot ya new new
(NuNu) bullshit easily
They said, "Ars', we want that global Rasta"
Truth is, you don't even know ya father
You've been hangin' around a nigga
Named Troy's Ave and
That's why this battle wasn't at Irving Plaza
Nigga, 2-2-3 bullet
Banana clip where I load the chopper
Before the shot Nigel Bennett
After the shot Herman Munster
I'ma do you way worse than Surf did you
I'ma let these bullets flirt witchu
You gon' get your face blew
(blue) off, they gon' think a Smurf hit you
Yeah the gun kick when it shoot
It got them dirt issues both pistols
Got fired on purpose like the niggas
No longer wanted to work witchu
To battle rap I'm on some God shit
Twins named "Nina" who you menage wit'
Two fine chicks, closest thing to a dime
Right? Nonsense
Knowin' you gotta battle me after
Signin' that fine print
Is more dangerous than pocket dialin' wifey
When you wit' ya side bitch
Nigga the look in ya eyes
Across that pool table, told me
So go watch, i wouldn't be surprised if they
Thought it was photo shopped
Same night I spent them Fight Klub
Dollars right in the go-go spot it's funny
Nine years later the Tin Man found the
Heart now he think he Robocop
I don't give a fuck who you are
We can save all the Jazz, we ain't in Utah
I hang with real killers
I key niggas who will sneak
They gun in a jumar
This like I passed my destination
I'm takin' this shit too far
I don't get caught at that red light
Cause that Harold ain't hang with Kumar
Nina, no holster though
My belt buckle fit it fine
Clip stickin' out the left pocket
I grab a different nine
You name the place and pick the time
Cause when all y'all intertwine
I'ma let it go like I'm over it
Then let him have it like the shit ain't mine
Chest shot, hand on his heart
Turn him to Red Foxx
Stomach shot, Wal-Mart exit
Right by the RedBox
Then BAOW to the back of the
Cranium til yo' head pop
Then once you hit the ground
A Hulkamania leg drop road trip
Steal his car as soon as he
Get to the rest stop
You best stop, cause this here
They can hear at the next stop
You'll be lyin' in your own puddle of blood
That's the best spot
Nigga, yo' bitch a squirter so don't act like
You never slept in a wet spot
Man, after the hit, skkkrt
Four Crips hop out the red Caddy
Whole bunch of hollows in Hollow
This nigga bled badly
Friday was on, I heard
"Put the gun down son fight like a
Man" It's in my head sadly
Funny thing is I never took
Advice from my own pops
Fuck I look like listenin' to Craig daddy?
Smack, am I killin' this nigga?

No

Shut up, I know I'm fryin'
I'm the type of nigga, I swear
To God on your son, when I know I'm lyin'
Nigga there's too much disrespect
I'm startin' to get sick of myself
The kickback was so intense
I almost injured myself big ass gun
Got me lookin' like a midget myself
So I gotta shoot it with
My arm fully extended
Like I'm tryin' to take a picture myself
Nigga, I can't get blood on my clothes
So I walk in with a poncho
He'll get robbed for his
Chicken and whine fool
(waffle) cause I approached him with a Roscoe
I met yo' bitch at Sam's Club
She was givin' out BJ's in front of tacos
And tell your mother I want some
Fuckin' guacamole on my taco
You fake vato, head honcho

Shut the fuck up you fuck nigga!
You only lace up your blue Chucks nigga
To drive a school bus nigga
You fucked nigga!
Fuck you, fuck them and fuck y'all league
Fuck Ray Swag and fuck all y'all
Families y'all tryin' to feed
I know you gon' say "Fuck
Lennon" so fuck Kailie hey baby
Fuck you, fuck daddy and fuck mommy
Fuck the baby sitter, fuck
The neighbors nigga
Fuck the kids she cool wit'
And fuck whoever thinkin'
"Didn't Jae Millz do this?" fuck y'all
Fuck them you know why? Y'all let
Him rap about cartoons
To talk about how his trigger blam
You'll get fried like Robot Chicken
I'm always with the can-
Nigga high schoolers and immature adults
Are your biggest fans
You're fairy tale, Neverland
Your rhyme books the concession stand
For what your brain storm, you won't rain
(reign) long I'm the weatherman
He propose to never leave the ring but came
Back because he couldn't get a band
And had me pissed, wouldn't hit his stand
Shootin', with two arms crossed
I'm a Reggie fan
He pulled out his fifth and maaaan
He's square with the can'
You don't get the message? This nigga's spam
That means Arsonal is pork
He's just talkin' just to talk
Have him runnin' back to his corner like
"He hit harder than we thought!"
Nigga I really should hate you cause you
Never paid me that five homie
I mean I could've put you in a state
You ain't familiar wit' so why owe me
(Wyoming)?
But of course he lied and said I owed them
You know he switched it since he trickin'
Now I need money off your shows and money off
Your clothes cause this shit
Will make you 360
Speakin' of sixty that's how many people
Him and Lux handed in
You should've called the show off
Maybe called it "Hollow"
Not because it was empty cause
Maybe it could've sold more
He said, "Fetty Wap is comin'
Fetty Wap is comin'"
And he did but he left cause he was mad bored
Sittin' in there like an optimist
Just lookin' at it half full
I mean, he tried to be a pessimist
But knew he was frontin' like a boss
Once he seen what the reception is
Wait, here's another bar before I
Let you run wild pOW!
Now he deader than a UDubb crowd wOOOW!
I said I got the gloves on like it's Anthrax
Mask on like it's hazmat
If you don't outlast then it's
Outkast: Bombs Over Baghdad

(Arsonal pushes Hollow off of him and a
Scuffle ensues for just under three minutes)

Me and Goodz mom argue like
This all the time!

Look, at first when they screamed "Free
Hollow" I used to be glad
But now that shit got me mad, mad
Cause if I give out to a school on
Wednesday then Kunta Kinte I get backlash
My last battle they barely applaud for me
I still rocked out no matter
The terms and conditions
I'm sure we all agree i mean I had the 'fro
Poppin' like Apollo Creed
Hollow get what Hollow need
At this point I'm more Lauryn Hill
Keanu Reeves i know y'all thinkin'
Miseducation and prolly Speed
I'm talkin' standin' up for what
You believe over corporate greed
See Total Slaughter
You thought that was all for me?
You was only gettin' tossed a G
I stood up for you nigga
Watch how you talk to me!
Nigga don't worry 'bout Da Don just
Worry what I got on
And if you ain't worried lomclothingcom

You said, what? Crush me like pork huh?
Well I'ma crush yo' ass like pork rinds
Nigga I watched our second round
At least 104 times
And I swear to God on my child I
Still don't understand not one of your lines
I just don't get it
If you want beef nigga, come on wit' it
Like a new neighbor
Ars' will show up to your home wit' it
Watch yo' mouth
You better change your tone wit' it
Or I'ma fuck yo' wife
Long dick style and say Tyrone did it
I clap hammers
I had niggas lookin' like tap dancers
How many battles you got nigga? We
Rarely see you like black Santa
You just a light skinned, nappy head
House nigga wit' bad answers
Who think he that nigga cause he finally
Took his family to see Black Panther
You too platonic
The shit I think about is too demonic
This 40 hear that bang
It was never part of the Supersonics
I'm nice wit' my hands
So Knuckles was who I choose in Sonic
Dick too big for a condom
Told your bitch to let me use her bonnet
Truth be told
You are horrible on a beat nigga
Battle rap will be your spot forever
Why you the only top tier
Without a Hot 97 freestyle?
Cause Flex don't want no accapella

(six seconds of silence)

Are you chokin'?

No I'm not!

Okay, c'mon

He'll say fuck his own people like Math
Cause them Canadians givin' gwap forever
What I'm sayin' is he'll be disloyal as
Long as it ain't American cheese
He'd rather mozzerella
Fast talkin' New Yorkers
We all know y'all chat
You told the cops what? Nigga I
Ain't know you know all that
The street codes will never hold y'all back
Cause you will wake up and see
A star in the mirror, right?
Well that's how I know y'all rats
Cause if you put the word "star" in
The mirror that's gon' blow y'all back
Think about it
Look at it from a different perspective
Then I'll go off that
You told Math it was business
But we know all that
But when did loyalty have boundaries
Tell him to show y'all that
Or I'll catch him in the retail line
I'll walk up on him
I won't kill him, I'll just steal him
That's Eziel crime bitch nigga tendencies
You thinkin' with a female mind
This nigga still ain't recover from that
Tay Roc seat belt line
Nigga I ain't gotta make up
No fake personals for you, cause you loyal
And you told Math
"I'ma bring Dizaster here for you"
Cause you loyal wrong
Fucked up part about it is
You act like you really loyal
But now the nigga closest to
You can't trust you, you Billy Hoyle
And White Men Can't Jump, nigga
So why you slave for them crackers?
You left him in the dark
You ignored his call for
Days for them crackers
You really went to Boston and stood
On stage for them crackers
And ain't tell yo' right hand man
You was battlin' his enemy, why?
Cause you was gettin' paid by them crackers
So when you scream, "Loyalty Over Money"
Nigga we know you're bluffin'
Math thought you was a nigga
You could lean on
Come to find out you was just some Robitussin
So disgustin', i'll punch you in your face
And have your shoulder's touchin'
You've got all this drive but
Ain't takin' your niggas nowhere
You gotta show for
(chauffeur) for somethin'
Now let that sink in
Before you take a dive off the deep end
You look like the type of
Nigga Monday through Wednesday
You only listen to The Weeknd
You battlin' a real shark
Dressed in sheepskin
Nigga, a shark I'll pull yo' ass under
That water soon as you peek in
You better think about the
Consequences before you
Do the score all foolish boy
You think Meek would've popped
That wheelie if he knew it'd get him 2-4?
You think Tee Grizzley if he
Knew he was gonna
Get caught he would've went
Inside that jewelry store?

(Smack calls time)

I said, is you from the Nolia then?
Chance of winning for the soldiers
(Soulja) , Slimm
Plus the drive thru closed and I
Gotta eat so I'm goin' in
You Shaq cause you could drop a 30 but
At the lines you be 0 for 10
And that's like puttin' Kobe inan open gym
To say you know it all is to know nothin'
That's what I believe
Why you lookin' at me like I'm from overseas?
You don't know philosophies?
It's crazy how I'm kickin' it puttin' Arsonal
(Arsenal) on Socrates (soccer tees)
That's cause when it comes to substance
My nigga it's a disconnect
Cause all of this disrespect
Don't get respect
When you 30 plus and a legend
You gotta give 'em intellect he be like
"Your common sense is yo'
Consequence and yo' compliments
Is a con-" save that shit for Rex
I'm talkin' get direct like didn't you
And your baby moms break up?
Ain't irony a bitch?
This nigga done rapped about
Everybody kids now
He gotta get permission to see his
Look, I ain't rebuttal yet so here's
A rebuttal I'ma creep in
I mean you ain't showed your
Boo love but showed your
Crew Love now you only see her on the weekend
(Weeknd)
But fuck that stereotype cause that ain't
Even what I'ma diss him 'bout
And give credit to a crooked ass child
Support system and give them clout
Cause if I ever feel suicidal I
Ain't put one in my scalp
I'm runnin' a medicinal buildin'
And takin' niggas out
But, you a coward so you gon' die like this
Nigga I'm a man I'ma die like this!
Knowin' I ain't ever live a
Lie or ride no dick
Wait, wait, nigga you ain't dark, you dim
You step in a room you could set a mood
I think when God invented you
He accidentally tinted you
But fuck that stereotype cause black is
Beautiful whether dark or light skinneded
You was callin' all these crackers, right?
Well judgin' from your ring card girls and
That joint you had in London
You been creepin' on your black
Queen with these white bitches
Bro, I seen the joint he had in London
I did the Home Alone
That bitch had on Daisy Dukes and
Was built like Post Malone
Look, and this ain't me snitchin' on
Him cause his ho is gone
But, I guess it is foul since
I'm hittin' so close to home
It be the most racist
Niggas that's a hypocrite
That's why the people not witchu
A bunch of views on WorldStar
How he get 'em?
Rappin' 'bout that Mike Brown issue
I look closer at the card and the video
And that's the reason I can't rock witchu
You had the nerve to do that motherfuckin'
Freestyle while you had a cop witchu
L Wisdom
That's one third of your league owners
Nigga don't make a face
One third of your league owners is a cop
Right? And he actin' like it's all goodie
I ain't gon' lie they had
Me shook for that Lux
Battle when he said he was gon' book me
But look, that's another stereotype and
Personals and gossip that's facts, nigga
I remember the gold ole days of battle rap
When it was about who could rap better
Well I spit ill
I'm sick they beggin' me to get well
While he gassed up on cloud 9
Not knowin' it's a chem trail
Nigga talkin' 'bout he got the
Gun out the coat you don't want no drama
Where's that gun out that coat when
They ran you out of Florida? No comment
Where's that gun out the coat when
They ran you out Detroit? No comment
Nigga ran twice we ain't see no
Gun out that old bomber (Obama)
(Hollow gets cut off by Arsonal)

I said, you gon' have to walk a mile or two
With 50 pound weights tied to you
And come back doin' Street
Fighter moves I ain't never seen
Guile or Ryu do fuck a hollow
I'ma use bald heads they look like Caillou do
Whoo I'ma strangle this nigga I just
Need somethin' to tie him to
I'll front page ya
GoFundMe will have to come save ya
Fuck a donation, enjoy the blade
I cut him with, that's my front razor
I feel like Rambo
I got a strap in each hand
I look like drum major
For the rest of this battle, all disrespect
I'ma do y'all this one favor
Now you a father figure, right?
You supposed to be teachin' your son
About bein' a black minor
And it's really ironic that his father's
So nice off the tongue
Wit' it but his mother suck
Dick like Blac Chyna
She got a fat pussy, she'll
Get her camel clutched
I'll turn into Scott Steiner
That bitch disappeared now the
Whole Neighborhood Watch
And the cops tryin' to find her
No more locked doors, no
More pickin' the doors
I'ma ring the doorbell and wait
Til you come down as soon as you answer
I'ma bypass you and go knock your son down
That was the setup
Cause, I know your reaction gon'
Be to run down
As soon as you do I'ma see if this
Hollow can survive this hollow for one round
They want that old Ars'
Dingy white T before the gold Ars'
Short tred, Carhartt, kill a nigga so Ars'
You told Tay Roc keep that same 2K energy
Right? Well that's somethin' you couldn't
Have told Ars'
Cause, I'm not a creative player and
These niggas will not control Ars'
That's why you hate me, right?
Ya bitch juggle balls looks
Like she's shakin' dice
Machete make her slice, hand on the ox tail
(oxtail) no Jamaican rice
Ain't nobody see shit
Whatever happens here stays here Vegas nights
Man you'll lie about everything
Ain't you about 30 stories up? Thought
You was afraid of heights
All you do is jumble liar
(jambalaya) think Cajun rice
Your Chin will have a strap on it
Think Asian dykes
My gun wasn't made for a southpaw
I had to raise him right
They gon' think you into teeth whitenin'
Why I buy your teeth a blue laser light
Now I wanna know somethin'
Is you tryin' to battle me or teach a class?
Cause, I'm honestly only interested
In learnin' why
You let John John beat yo' ass
I don't care if it's Hollow Da Don
The Dininnon or Don Lennon
Cause if y'all really had to scrap
For the name then John winnin'
Fuck the contract
They already paid me I'm makin' contact
Whoo, this combat
Oh my God your body crown ain't
Increasin' just like Lebron stats

Are you chokin' again?

No! No! I'm not chokin' again
I told you last night in the
Fuckin' face off you can't fight
Must I remind that? That's
Why this whole battle
You was lookin' over your shoulder like
"Where John at?" now look, yeah
You better respect this savage
If not then the rest is tragic
Barrel to your pupil, i make it to where you
Can literally inspect the (Inspector) Gadget
C'mon son, you a hypocrite
Leadin' the blind off a cliff
And your method's garbage
You a dirty dumb nigga that look
Smart K-Shine in that professor jacket
You gon' think this arthroscopic surgery
All knee shots i see cops
I'm still shootin' broad day
While the police watch
I don't give a fuck about nothin'
While they watch
And I'm not apologizin' for shit that I say
Bitch I ain't T Top
My shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
Your bitch deep throat she long winded