Arsonal vs. Swave Sevah

Round 1

Arsonal

Ayo, aye Charron

You said my name first bar of ya battle

I know you ain’t think that was actually gon’ make me mad

I mean thinkin’ about another man in your battle bruh

That’s full fag The Saurus just whooped your fuckin’ ass

You need to get back in yo bag

You don’t do rematches, I don’t do rematches

But everybody in here know I do play Capture The Flag

Now once again I’m here not in the States, I’m in the provinces

I’m on another nigga stage being another nigga consequence

Up in another nigga face snatchin’ this ugly nigga confidence

I’m supposed to be having a battle against Swave Sevah

Nigga sound like Cookie Monster

He up here havin’ a battle against his sinuses

I swear to God I’m not continuing

Until you blow your fuckin’ brains away

Oh you gon’ act like you don’t wanna take this tissue?

Well can you at least try this nasal spray?

Enough with the jokes, we both Americans so imma keep it 100

I will bend ya men, make my palm meet them frames to show them I could lend a hand

Shoot ya Mother Mother for 15 seconds

I will Instagram with two clean Mexican Mossbergs

Call ‘em spick and span or Cortez and Uno Lavoz

I’m from an ignorant land land where niggas clip they men for a brick of 10

You’ll die from this AR

Why? It was the written plan...D I A R Y, diary, written plan

I stood on that corner with base like I’m Cal Ripken, damn

Ya’ll wondering ‘Ars you W biggest event in two days why you ain’t in it fam?’

Well this chess not checkers, I own that, this my gift to fans

I had a vision plan, fallback from the rapper, become the business man

Now I wrestle and get paid off everybody that enter my ring, nigga I’m Vince McMahon

I said I’m pimpin’ and I’ll make that big bitch Jaz battle come hustle for me

You ain’t immortal in combat, you Immortal Technique understudy

I throw a bullet at a Mossberg, shotgun, no huddle for me

You a Mark like Wahlberg, you Ted Thunder Buddy

And I heard you bone thugs for the love of money

Is that true? Cause my niggas believe that

I take ya Father good arm and Christopher Reeves that

Once upon a time you was the man

Now ya image is saying wack

You was on top, I press your buttons and you fell to the bottom fast as vending machine snack

You must have been looking through…[unclear]…binoculars when Rex got the win

Bishop and Ganick called my phone with your ex conferenced in

I mean just cause I got a PS4 don’t mean I ain’t gon’ play with your ex box again

I DX and tell her to suck it like X-Pac and ‘em, bars

Sometimes I forget bars which means I really grind

And I practiced I practice but I still couldn’t remember any lines against Charron

So yeah I pulled out my phone, I did that plenty times

That just goes to show whenever I’m in the gym I reach for the metal anytime

At least I finished mine even the tortoise beat the hare to the finish line

I take a pretty 9, go to your son favorite Chuck E. Cheese and shoot up the kiddie line

I got bars and disrespect with a witty mind

Me and ya bitch spend plenty of time

And when we F we 69, that’s a Fendi sign

Bars after bars after bars, that’s all ya’ll heard from me

You couldn’t see me through those lenses with laser optic surgery

My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic and you can’t spell bars without putting that Ars in it

Swave Sevah

Yo King Of The Dot, I hope ya’ll prepared for a show

Yo this nigga so black, where’d he go?

Organik, I ain’t gon’ Rap till he come back out

Ya’ll already gave him the advantage by calling this event “Blackout”

What’s that about?

This playing field should be an even forum

What? That tight ass Canadian tank top he wore last time got ya’ll jiggin for em

Peep it dawg, I ain’t come this way to be avoided

I had to get a…[unclear]…to get across that boarder

I came here to destroy him, oh, there you are

Now understand you’re my man and I ain’t here to fuck you up, I’m just here to spa

Nah, I’m lying bro, I can’t deny it yo

Ars I know we cool but you still dying though

That iron blow I fill ya mind and soul with all kinds of hoes

I clap thunder got all ya cats runnin’

Feel like I’m lion though

You’s a hoe ass nigga how we doing this Ars?

You confusing me, your body language movement is off

Is it disrespect or we violating or we using these bars?

Is it amusement and art or bruises and scars, nigga?

Cause I came to scorch ya, torch ya

Find a chapel, grab a scalpel, scalp you and drag you up to the altar

Your life is a price in itself that should of cost ya

If God requires a sacrifice you who imma offer, off ya

Burst the Desi, headshot…[unclear]…all ya dregs lookin’ like burnt spaghetti

But since you my man and I’m having a nice week

I ain’t gonna cover you with dirt, just with a white sheet

Round 2

Arsonal

I advice you just keep it all bars

I ain’t the nigga you wanna get personal with you battled on my league

In the contract lays your real name and your real age if you really wanna get on some personal shit

Now that’s the type of information I could get surgical with

But since you keep tellin’ them you my man, do you wanna keep it all bars or do you really wanna get on some personal shit?

Imma keep it all bars!

Ya bitch love me, she been reachin’ out, she was tryna let this dick drill her

I mean her weave ratchet but that Bun B on point, that bitch Triller

I got a pistol on the car dash she in, I’ll let Kim kill her

While this Gaylord watchin’ me fuck her, Ben Stiller

You went to the Philippines and battled Batas

And got zipped like the red leather that’s in Thriller

Honestly I wanted to look in the eyes of his killer

By all means, out of all things, you lose to him, nigga?

A Chinese rapper with all schemes, call that a Chinchilla

Swave fabricating, his imagination is fascinating

He think he just battling some dried up grape, well that’s a raisin, my stash amazing

You ain’t seeing this straight, that’s an Asian

That hospital finna go out of business, I’m lackin’ patients

No man is perfect but God and never has he made a bad creation

Even his enemy was an angel at first

And that was Satan

So let me guess Swave, you be out on your block package slingin’

False accusation

You rather stay in the cut so imma sprinkle the truth in your lacerations

Imma treat you like a bitch with hairy legs, nigga

Meaning a bullet soon as you get nair

Fuck a razor, ain’t no need for me to shave niggas

‘I feel sorry for your Mother’

What you say about my Momma?

Bang bang bang! Put him in the grave, nigga ya’ll don’t get that?

This battle gon’ be 3-0, dawg, Larenz Tate with the braids nigga

Ya’ll don’t remember that? Harold at the red light

Well let Swave get seen in traffic

Imma stick him with Earvin Johnson needle, then ask, ‘Do you believe in magic?’

I come to your aid without a cure

I’m the meanest bastard and you’ll never beat me

You like Frazier tryna swing with Cassius I’m really strapped

Your guns pop up like a genie’s magic

Swave you shook or you just lookin’ through Afeni’s glasses? Afeni Shakur that’s Pac Mom

I’m on SeveringSwave.com

They don’t hate you cause you black, it’s cause you wack, nigga, stop cryin’

I’m black as hell, like you said, they don’t knock mine

This black on black primetime

But we surrounded by the Whites, like the circumference of a STOP sign

Now what you gon’ tell me? How you turn this grape into fine wine?

When I been killin’ niggas from the city of Harlem before Grind Time

Hate killing, but got a murder between those is a fine line

I’ll pull it and he’ll catch bullet bullet, Buju Banton

Now, aye Pen, ya’ll can cry

I mean cause this a team Homi, that mean ya’ll all could die

I’m one nigga walkin’ with two K’s, Karl Kani

What other knife you got in your Arsenal that’s as sharp as I?

I see my enemies vivid, you Jiminy Cricket, you just talkin’ fly

Man this rebel armed, he know that, that’s what caught his eye

Only thing is this rebel arms stay swinging, I’m like that Carlton guy

Nigga my shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic

Round two they can’t spell bars without putting that ars in it

Swave Sevah

Yo, Arsonal the rebel

That’s who Darryl Jones speaking as?

Well whatever consequence a rebel gets, nigga you need it fast

You too disrespectful, somebody need to teach you class

Where I’m from if a Father got a rebellious son, he beat his ass

See the past two years there been a rise in Homi style

Cause my team been on a warpath, a lot of bodies drop

You can joke ‘til you get hit by my karate chop

Or I make a call and get you done worse than Mazaradi Fox

Grape Street Crip? Nigga please, you a grapefruit

I cut you so deep the first blood that leak will look like grape’s juice

Till the air hit it and you left for dead with ya breath skippin’ and the blood soak through ya clothes lookin’ like you set trippin’

Run and tell all of his boys Ars ended up bloody

I fucked him up, gut punch, Ars throwing up bloody

You tried that funny shit with Charron

But if you mush me, you getting an all expense paid trip to see Tookie, pussy

Why’d you name yourself Arsonal anyway?

And don’t tell me cause you got many K’s and your semis spray

Nah, you can’t convince me you some sharpshootin’ expert when you mentioning weapons straight off the Cartoon Network

I can’t imagine having a conversation about weapons with Ars

He like, "Swave, they building a factory for Smith & Wesson or on Mars?" Fuck outta here

What you know about airin’ techs ‘til your trigger finger blistered and you gotta get your hearin’ checked?

You know nothing, Ars a runner

I bang mine so many times the kickback gave me carpal tunnel

But Ars my brother and I’m having a nice week

So I’m not gon’ cover you with dirt, just with a white sheet

Team Homi nigga

Round 3

Arsonal

Alright, you mention somethin’ about teachin’ me and shit, right?

Oh hol’ up, Bonnie! Hey Bonnie!

See I wasn’t gon’ diss you but you said somethin’ about me, you bitch you

Why don’t you pull out that motha fuckin Bible and say Daylyt ain’t hit two

But see you talked about me supposedly eatin’ a female’s ass, when your man suck tranny dick and come home and kiss you

Alright, now the third round’s the most memorable, so imma school him

I gotta teach ya how to do it with class but whoop your ass just for principle

See you was cut from the team before you even got your physical

My gun a boss, that shit fire before you even get the interview

Now you tryna battle and beat me with intellect

But what about those who don’t catch it? They can’t intercept

Then I become the bigger threat

In these streets I’m link like the Cuban around Jigga neck

I always got some iron in my jeans, I keep my denims pressed

I keep plenty heat, stick a knife through any beef before my dinner blessed

Now I Swizz Beatz, my cousin did a bid for some dope floatin’ up shits creek

He home now, no longer is he state property…[unclear]

First nigga think shits sweet, before this shit sweeps, three niggas stomp him with both shoes

Alive we bury Swave six feet

You real? Why cause you touring with Immortal Technique? Got a new deal?

Hollow get Lux and I’m stuck with the deep voice nigga from Dru Hill?

You ain’t get Ars cause you nice and got that Mook feel

You got Ars cause you lowered your price, how the truth feel?

I’m loccin’, blue steel, get his big body a coupe feel

Once I chop this nigga down a size, he’ll get his roof peeled

Oh I keep live bands, give you that Roots feel

But this like being on Death Row with No Limit

Swave you done sign with a Snoop deal

My bars crazy, I don’t need sign language to let my hands speak

Cause I throw wild punches in a circular motion like I was Zangief

You Rap on instrumentals I saran beats

You ain’t a Battle Rap legend, you old, you’s an antique

I mean…[unclear]…s deaf, or the same vehicle as Professor X

I have my young niggas draw on you, call that an Etch A Sketch

You a gigantic asshole, meaning your rectum stretched

You wanna meet God? Heavens How High? Ask Red and Meth

Nigga you out here rappin’ for money, cause you tryna get your license back

I’m out here rappin’ for the culture, and I’m tryna bring the lifeless back

They drive the rides authentic, you could never put a price on that

So all that taekwondo, nigga we been fightin’ in the streets before the Ryu vs Bison match

You ain’t the type to scrap my hood ain’t nothin’ like a frat

Glove on the left hand of Jackson, I’m bringin’ Michael back

Why this ain’t a title match? Cause you got to earn your respect

That’s why imma cremate your ashes then urn you before you light the match

Now I remember the first time I got my coke stash hit

I got locked up, I was labeled as a low-class Crip

You fake rich, don’t get your poor ass stripped

You a female dog with a fractured tailbone

You ain’t nothin’ but a broke ass bitch

And a snitch, but before I snitch nigga you gon’ have to bust my canopy

Cut off both hands, all 10 toes and kidnap my family

I still ain’t rattin’

Momma rebel really made a man of me

And my Grandma told me to kill that nigga Swave, take it to court and then plea insanity

Nigga my shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic

You can’t spell bars without putting that ars in it

Swave Sevah

Now lets talk you Jersey niggas and the history when I get ‘em

Cause it ain’t no secret or mystery, I kill ‘em

Take ‘em out the game early, hang jersey, James Worthy status

Retire them but remember them as greats like Bird and Magic

Nah, see if ya’ll thought that then ya’ll very foolish

I said retire them but I’m thinkin’ more like Hank Gathers and Reggie Lewis

You got a million viewers? Good

I hope all your YouTube fans see me beat you to death in this ring like Boo Boo Mancini nigga

Imma host your funeral service, no need to prolong

Your ghost floating up the heavens, we waving, so long, this nigga’s no more

Organik about to catch this body on footage and try to sell it like he…[unclear]

Hold on, nigga you really think you beat Hitman?

Lets see, Red, Suge, Solo, your whole squad I damn near despair

Now it’s your turn, I got the type of bars ya’ll can’t withstand

Mad punches over ya head, I’m like Ip Man

Toronto, I hope ya’ll don’t think ya’ll need him

See ya’ll invite the man, he tries to bite the hand that’s tryna feed him

See against this he dissed Drake, that was a mistake

He was the reason why ya’ll battled, he put up the cake

See if I was Drake, I would out went all out to show you how we play

Told Chubbs rally up the thugs and drag you down G-way

I would of tied him up, tell Hush make sure he get molly whop but don’t kill him just yet save the stretchin’ for Johnny Rocks

Don’t stop ‘til he recount every one of his statements that have Charron dressed in all purple…[unclear][

But I’m not Drake and Ars you my man and I’m havin’ a good week

So I’m not gon’ cover you with dirt, just with a white, nah fuck that

Nigga you done wack I came to demolish him

Dump lead, remember bunk bed coffins? He gettin’ the bottom one

Team fuckin’ homi nigga