Arsonal vs. DNA

Watch this battle here.

Round 1

DNA

I said my last battle was versus K-Shine

Now a lot of people might of thought that he got it easy

I just feel like if that nigga won he had to use a prop to beat me

But now I’m back on my shit with a vengeance straight melting niggas

And since I think we friends

I’m a use this whole first round being helpful nigga

So before I start some shit and tell y’all all how I spark my fif’

Let me guess you gon say that my father’s Charlie Clips

Well let me help you, cuz we more like brothers

Cuz if it’s beef and he squeezing the 9

Usually bullets in the clip leave the DNA at the scene of the crime

But he might be your father cuz when you letting bullets out the fif’

What good is your Arsonal if your weapons are without the clips?

So what’s next is you gon spit about?

You gon tell em that I got a denture and this tooth can come in or out

Well let me help you

Since I got my tooth back these fans been in love with it now

So these caps will have you riding off if you try to come for the crown

One punch will leave him knocked out if he fought as well

So once I give ya mouth pain

They gon have to put me in prison or a jail (Orajel)

Now I came here for straight business I ain’t come to waste time

What else he gon say, how I rhymed on beat vers’ K-Shine?

Well let me help you, if it’s beef it’s no need to squirt pounds

If we fighting you’ll be the first down

Cuz these punches will leave you be on stage like my third round

Since you predictable Ars’ I gotta tell em what you gon do first

You know he gon tell the crowd how I threw up versus Sensa and Tsu Surf

Well let me help you, I guess you don’t vomit cuz you the shit

Oh I forgot, you can’t throw up blood cuz you a Crip

Now everybody in the building gonna say it’s looking awfully bad

But he can’t go to battle

Without saying my mom’s disabled and how I lost my dad

Well she gave me this ability that’s why I do shit so well

So if she’s retarded it might explain why I spit so well

And my pops shouldn’t of died it was you that deserved that box

And even if you had his ashes you couldn’t earn (urn) his spot

That’s the big difference between you and me

What else you gonna say that in this battle you got more views than me?

Well let me help you

Cuz see outta all them battles you had what have you made from it?

Besides the ones you had from UW what have you got paid from it?

So talking all that big view shit is not cool

The leagues benefit from the views, not you

So now we can ask em bar for bar there’s no way that he seeing me

What else he gonna tell this crowd, that he’s more street than me?

See that gangsta image been getting you by son (Bison)

Cuz you don’t work with tools

We know you not about it brother

Cuz ya kin (Ken) put in more work than you

If you was Dhalsim you wouldn’t keep fire

That last scheme showed y’all all he not a street fighter

Now the way I spit the script of the first round I swear to god it’s biblical

Three things are gonna happen

1) you gon’ mention what I say show us you lyrical

2) you switch ya rounds around so you don’t look unoriginal

Or 3) you mix one of them topics up so you don’t look predictable

Round 1, it’s getting hot in here but you know my slogan

(Get em the fuck outta here!!!!!)

No! Get O-Red the fuck outta here

Get Surf, Suge and get them dreads the fuck outta here

Get them (?) and predictable raps the fuck outta here

(?) but I ain’t like Arsonal anyway that’s why I got that hat the fuck outta here!

Arsonal

Is this the Ars’ that you desire?

The one that like to keep his dreads nappy?

I heard you and Con went back to Surf

And told him some lies that I supposedly had said

Actually I knew you was a snitch, but a liar to and ya head nappy?

Funny thing is if it ain’t no other evidence for a case

DNA always seem to keep the feds happy

See I was gonna take the pop route DNA

I was gon revive em from the dead scrappy

But since Clips and you supposed to be my man

I promise you in this battle I ain’t gon mention shit about yo dead daddy

Now yo dead daddy, PCP is what that nigga was smoking

I just lied to yo motherfucking face

Cuz promises were meant to be broken!

Me, Surf and Shotgun, remember we Loc’in

Ya mom crip too

That bitch been crippled since Moses put a slit in the ocean

With a six shooter I clap five, I got a ruger that’s Shaq’s size

I sell weed, right now I got a seven and five eights

I’m tryin’ to hustle that Arsonal hat size

Nigga you aint been the same DNA since yo dad died

I bet now you wish you could’ve saved his life on a flashdrive

Ya mommy and sister at the dinner table, they mourning him

They loving ‘em, you go in there to comfort him

You kissing em, you huggin em

I bust through the door and yell “hooooo!”

With nothing but boots and drawers on to give em long wood

I Hacksaw Jim Duggan ‘em

Nigga that’s how you control the fucking crowd

I cut the lights off the fuse box, foes I’m unplugging ‘em

Give ‘em shots with no chaser, kick the bar stool from under ‘em

I treat ‘em like prisoners, no names I just number ‘em

Clap blocks give ‘em both back shots from right in front of him

Now you lil niggas kill me

Thinking your Farrakhan with all these righteous thoughts

Nigga you might get caught

Cuz you gotta strike a match before you light this torch

But when I see that spark I’m a knock oxygen out yo’ windpipe

Then fly you right to Newark and show y’all how to deconstruct DNA

Without taking a nigga off of life support

When you battled Tsunami the choices was either a) or b)

You either drown or surf

You a rolling stone nigga we both battled all over

But you still haven’t found yo’ turf

See I dig a 40-foot hole hopefully drown ya hearse

And put you in that ground

And tell everybody his personality’s down to earth

Now Sensa made it clear

You contradict yourself when it come to the gun lines

A wise man named Shotty Horroh once told me

This Don’t Flop and we don’t talk about guns here sunshine

This supposed to be metaphors, creativity, rhyme schemes, punchlines

You in a triple threat, you can’t eat so get the fuck outta my lunchline

Aye Clips, he can’t be the freestyle champion sometimes

Battling mainstream artists like me, when he unsigned

Stick to battle rappers around ya age right

You probably would’ve turnt to a vampire versus Daylyt (daylight)

Cuz it was hard for you to son Shine (sunshine)

Now Professor Shine forgot to say

DNA consists of hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, carbon, and phosphorus

See I doctored this, I’m a college grad, no masters nor doctorate

But I got a four year bachelor in communication

Y’all know damn well I fathered this

Today’s the end of your world as we see it

DNA is all over this the apocalypse

That was my purpose on earth Eric, I was born to finish you

Show up to ya funeral just to mourn, remember you

Ya daddy ain’t die, he never existed

Charlie cut yo umbilical cord

And on ya birth certificate he forged the signature

I’m just telling you the true facts

That that bitch who pushed you out her pussy was afraid to do

Eurgh when we signed this contract? In December?

You had four months for this battle

And this what you get on stage and do?

You out here begging niggas like Meek for battles

And begging these labels to come label you

Well my middle finger to the mainstream, I’m a battle rapper

Fuck all of the labels too

I do this for Don’t Flop, the industry my enemy

I ain’t the type to soul sell nigga

They put a million in Ars’ face and I’m like oh well nigga

I put loyalty over everything so go tell niggas

You want Ars you gotta pay for me and UW

This package come in wholesale nigga

My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic

You can’t spell BARS without putting that ARS in it

Fuck outta here nigga!

Round 2

DNA

I had a nigga do a break down on Arsonal and he said he a legend

I said based off what?

He said his views, his resume and after checking the records

I told that nigga you deaf, dumb, blind, stupid or very dyslexic

Cuz last time I broke down arsenal it was a collection of weapons

So you mean to tell me

You started off loaded with some of ya best rhymes

Ran outta bullets and used that Hollow to reload that Tech 9?

You was riding Shotty’s with Shotguns from awhile ago

And use Charlie’s clips to reload that chrome (Crome) in Calicoe

That means you been getting helped all ya career they put Arsonal on

Cuz you got ya ammunition from those weapons to make ya Arsonal strong

Now after doing that I got no respect cuz that’s damn near pitiful

But besides clips I’ll be honest there’s only one nigga that got rid of you

See at first I was confused, then I came up with a big plan

I say you know that Calicoe and Tech was spitting

Both of them shits jammed

That Hollow got cheated that Crome had no bullets

That was something he could withstand

Charlie gave him every clip, had him looking like quick sand

But Beasley from URL came up with a quick plan

They realized the only way you can kill an Arsonal is if you hire a Hitman

And speaking of Hitman, you said that Squidward’s clarinet bar

That was mad wack

But you can have that, that ain’t even what I’m mad at

It’s the fact you wasn’t creative with those cartoon bars

That shit was trash

I would’ve said I put more holes in em than Spongebob

When I rip the Mag

And since he Crip I bet when I shoot I won’t miss the crab (Mr. Krab)

And off them last words I bet you can learn from that

But New York niggas been killin Jersey niggas

Y’all done got built off Smack

We emerged you all, Con even showed us that Surf is wack

So you like OJ Simpson getting put behind bars

To try and get his jersey back

But you from Newark right

So I’ll be here to fight cuz we don’t like cowards

And behind the foul line I’ll be shooting the bricks like Dwight Howard

So it’s nothing like Kevin Durant to come to his block with wild Thunder

And even if you get the beam and try to mark us all

You’ll get a pow brother

And y’all might think that’s hot

When y’all realize Mark Gasol is Pau’s brother

Now let’s talk about weapons cuz ya shotgun got Suge in it

So we know you ain’t poppin’ shit

I bet this man chest will (Manchester) drop once my shotty spit

Which means I’ll catch a mean body

When I get his team homi when that lead is drawn

And show y’all I don’t need Swave Sevah to get the rebel off

Now Ray Swag you my nigga, but when I let that tech spray

All you cats can (catscan) get ya bones shown when I x ray

And this nigga name is D from the W

I just said that so these fans can get this

You and Arsonal doing good in UW I’ll be honest y’all doing some big shit

But this nigga keep claiming that he tough and he this big Crip

So why’s this the closest you came to the D since Trick Trick?

Now that shit is ill, that shit is real, that shit is authentic

I like when he told Charlie Clips

You can’t spell bars without putting the Ars’ in it

It’s just one problem in my rounds I been had bars in it

Nigga while you was on earth I was on mars with it

Copping my fans through blood sweat and tears

In these battles I went to wars with it

Over the years I opened some ears made a few stars in it

Them last words I used all ended with ars’ in it

Arsonal

You begged to have a battle against Arsonal Da Rebel

But I told you, you can’t spell bars without putting that Ars in it

So second round you gon get Barsonal the devil

I’m on fire I sound like a pot that’s talking to the kettle

But when the flame rises I aim nines so now you talking to the metal

Listen to the word play a wise man once tweeted they love to hate on Ars

I said you ain’t never lie, either they petrified or they know I’m the best

But the facts left set aside you get two options,

I could get the clicking and cocking and then that weapon rise

Or I could treat you like a 3rd base coach nigga and let him slide

Nah nevermind

I’m here to snatch every bit of confidence from yo conscience

Since you trying to convince the world yo accomplishments

I’m yo consequence

Use common sense I came to embarrass not give you compliments

Let this glock be ya muscle relaxer you feeling kinda tense?

I’m a paid nigga, you a slave nigga still trapped behind the fence

You played nigga

Cuz what you got paid equals my dollars spent on red bottoms

I swear to god they three times ya rent

I remove the furniture out yo mouth disabling you to rhyme again

Now fuck rappin after yo next verse, I don’t wanna rhyme back

Eurgh whats up with contact lets go over the particulars in our contract

In a few bars yo real name and yo nickname

I’m a define that see where yo mind at

Nigga yo death clock ticking, won’t get this time back

Now DNA is a molecule in following the genetic instructions used in the development and functions of all known and living organisms, correct?

And you choose to name yourself that

I’m a have to put you in an ER I see (C)

Where the doctors can’t help that

When ya mother named you

At this point she foresaw she must’ve felt that

That’s why I said I’m a have to put him in an E R I C

For the slow brains I know his name’s Eric that’s how you spell that

But DNA, DNA, that there is an unusual name

Cuz now DNA is officially a part of a beautiful game

Since I’m a bus driver I know a pilot that fucks a flight attendant

That’s related to the airport manager

That hires the niggas that be fuelling his plane

Now do you wanna live or die?

You don’t want yo oxygen mask to fall while you in the sky

You a living lie, you a walking contradiction, you barely just getting by

You got a few passport stamps, you be on a plane but I’m a different fly

I pull out a SK, why? (Y) so yo soul can sit in the sky

See I rewrite the script, this rap will be vital shit with a Tyson grip

I’ll Dhalsim and have him attack yo ass with a Bison kick

I told clips I’m in an E. Honda with the same schemes that he like to spit

That’s cuz any real street fighter know with common sense

What fights to pick

But look, you barking up the wrong tree, these niggas was gassing you up

You on E, so before you throw up think about when you grow up

What you gon be?

Think deep about how good yo life was before me

Now let’s play a game amongst the same guidelines from Saw 3

I said…. Hold up ... sike! You was souped up wasn’t you?

You thought I lost words cuz I crossed words

It was that easy to puzzle you

DNA AND DAN no other substitute

I just flipped them three letters as much as I can nigga I ruzzled you

First round I let you feel it was close, meaning I hustled you

Second round I bullied this pussy, nigga I muscled you

Third round get comfortable I killed this fiend fulfilled yo dream

Put you in heaven so every rapper on earth gotta look up to you

And if heaven got a ghetto

Nigga yo pops spirit a fiend still trying to cop rocks

But not rocks that you find on side blocks for playing hop scotch

Sad shit right now he looking down sucking that glass dick

Trying to high box

But like father, like son, y’all two fiends both addicted to smack

That’s why yo stock dropped

Nigga you should’ve signed to Don’t Flop or UW cuz we don’t cock block

I been the realist nigga in Newark since a hole poked through my high top

Winter time below zero degrees I’m in the drop top

With Daylyt's ski mask and a stolen car from the chop shop

The witness saw a nigga with dreads called him a mop top

Second witness shot in the head he got his top popped

Third saw me shoot it from deep so I couldn’t get my shot blocked

Nigga I’m a better shooter than Lebron

With two seconds left on the shot clock

Now what you know about Quarantine? Being stripped for your powers?

That’s 23 hour lock down DNA, I let 24 of you get an hour

30 minutes to shower, 15 on ya calls, the other 15 you on the yard

Staring up at the wall, he a fraud, should I remind y’all

This scared straight I’m only spitting jail shit to a juvenile

So he know what it feel like to be behind bars

Pardon my back pussy now you behind Bars

My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic

You can’t spell BARS without putting that ARS in it

Time!

Round 3

DNA

K-Shine said I spit arrogant too like Eurgh

So here you go again blamming without the triggers

I said it in the second round

You still being an arsenal cuz you got ya ammo from other niggas

Now in this round I could spaz out and be disrespectful

And just shit on you

But for some odd reason, I just feel the urge that I should just wig on you

My name is Arsonal Da Rebel

My performance is good but all my bars wack

I look like Keenan from Good Burger so I think I’m all that

I fucked four bitches in my life and they all fat!

Enough with them jokes nigga, lets get off that

What y’all thought I came to Don’t Flop just to bring jokes on a nigga?

Hell fucking no, this third round is about me exposing this nigga

For example, you tell niggas that you roll with a lot of them g’s

So explain to me in a room full of men against Dizaster

You felt it was cool to drop to ya knees

Now some niggas may say Arsonal was performing

He wasn’t on some other shit

But what the fuck where you performing?

How to get on ya knees and learn how to suck a dick?

Now if y’all niggas supposed to be his squad

I don’t know what to say to y’all

Cuz that shit seem homo to me, y’all don’t find it gay to y’all?

But I ain’t trying to break up a happy home and start no shit

Now I’m a point out something else when he did something gay verse’ Charlie Clips

A bitch dissed him, he dissed her back

I said cool I tried to give him a chance

But then again in a room full of three hundred men

You thought it was cool to unzipper ya pants

What’s that about Ars? You still grippin’ lines

You Tony hawk on the block you got that real nigga grind

You bang every time you don’t feel niggas' line

And you told Shotty there’s not a glock in the casket

So you not on real nigga time

And I agree with that, cuz nigga you’ve never been on real nigga time

I find that shit to be so true cuz to promote ya battle with Rex

You showed when Ray Swag tried to choke Mook

But when Math checked you about disrespecting his son

And someone disrespected him bout it

You went and got ya editors to edit it out

So what happened gangster banging Ars that be ready for beef and shit?

Instead of telling a nigga suck ya dick and you my man

When you go and twist the shit

With me? I ain’t gon front like I’m gangsta I ain’t gon say I’m a G and shit

Just know if I tell you suck my dick

Not Eurgh, or nobody in this crowd gon tell me to delete the shit

But let’s get on real nigga time cuz that’s something you gotta do first

Since we on real nigga time

Tell the niggas in the crowd how come you ain’t bail out Tsu Surf?

Don’t worry about it y’all I spoke to Ars

He said you know my flight was leaving early

I didn’t speak to smack and I was leaving quickly, nigga fuck that

If Charlie Clips get locked up

I ain’t leaving London until he make it with me

Now that’s real nigga time, you got ya shit ass backwards

How the fuck you expect UW to prosper

When all you do is book Smack rappers?

See that ain’t gonna help that nigga out to get to the top

Cuz that’s like Eurgh booking the Don’t Flop event

And book nothing but rappers from King Of The Dot

So if you a business man you can relate to this

If you wanna build a brand an artist cannot be the face of it

Cuz that’s when you go thru problems like

What if I don’t wanna discuss my price? We can’t speak to him

And how the fuck is he gonna book a rapper if he got beef with ‘em?

So instead of you being smart

You just a nigga trying to enlist them figures

You should’ve let D and the rest of them niggas run it and fall back

Look at the bigger picture

It’s Round 3 it’s getting hot in here

And after exposing Arsonal as a fraud, get him the fuck outta here

Arsonal

Please, before I start rapping please give a hand for DNA

We clappin it up for DNA cuz young boy be getting it in

Ya name is Eric right? Well ya middle name is missing a Lynn

Eric Lynn Wright died from AIDS transmitted

From unprotectedly sticking it in

What I’m saying is the illest nigga named Eric was Eazy E

And we all know damn well you ain’t sicker than him

Now this last round of bars probably ain’t gon bring ya dad back

But you dinner, I see food, Joe’s Crab Shack

You pop that tooth out before you eat supper, that’s a bad cap

But you could have that, that ain’t even what I’m mad at

What I’m mad at is how you let a nigga named K-Shine

A nigga who got his ass gripped breakdown DNA as a Professor

Really, like on some class shit

The last fight you had you loss a tooth

Which means you really got ya ass whipped

Or you was in the same spot Dose was in when Math pulled that fag shit

But now you in the same spot Shotty was in

When I broke it down from Z to A

But they like, “he's battling Americans so what angle is it gonna be today?”

Well he had dreams of BET cyphers and winning a VMA

They would’ve let you on the BET Cypher if you told em you was missing that tooth for twelve years cuz they would’ve felt spitting was in ya DNA

Now I’ll battle anybody but the home team

Long as they talking bread, my niggas can travel with me

They good and they all get fed

And Clips, I felt like you was his height when we battled

Cuz my bars went over Charlie head

And the most disrespectful shit to ya brother in a battle

Nigga I hardly said, now we gon get into it

When you was nine we should’ve battled at ya pops funeral

Right in front of his coffin bed

Trigger finger give his caucus lead until gushing out an awkward red

Only reason I target head, K-Shine already kilt him

And the only way to kill a zombie is a headshot

I learned that from watching The Walking Dead

I’m the type of nigga out lurking on a late night

You memo at heart but now encountered with a great white

You throw up every battle cuz of stage fright, this ain’t right

Shotty was tough, this beef tender like cutting tender with a steak knife

After all that I taught, you losers wasn’t learning?

Long range from a rooftop nigga my shooters be determined

I hate a cocky nigga so I Nazi niggas

What that mean? I let eight off (Adolf) my ruger’s even German

I shut shit down like when business hours over

Bus since way back when niggas wore pennies out the loafer

I run in ya trap house demand plenty out ya sofa

I’m like a cowboy the way the pistol shimmy out the holster

Aye Shotty, dark liquor I’m on it, six pills and I’m zoning

I’m all the way in England why is my cell phone still roaming? (Roman)

All my jewelry’s golden, all my cars is stolen

All my broads is foreign, I do all this touring

What I’m trying to say is if you knew better you’d do better

But here you go bluffin, if you know like I know than don’t do no stunin

If they question, you don’t know nothing you tell you get ya ass beat

Every other week like you Joe Budden

Neither one of y’all from Jersey, so find another state to land on

Ya gun are sketches hand drawn, my gun and my hand drawn

Why belittle you? They say to make the team I must be physical

Come to ya home and school you I could teach you hands on

Now we gon talk about ya bitch, y’all wanna hear about his bitch?

Alright, I call her Amber because she played ‘em she all in my boys ears

She hit the L too and Amber selected me man that broad thick

She started getting nasty, pressing my buttons to give her all dick

Ya ex kicked you out her circle cuz a square you are one

So I gave Am a log (Analog) cuz she really does enjoy stick (joystick)

That was lite, but I wrote it when I was sober

Clips like “I did the fucking joystick theme”

Yeah but mine was kinda colder

Why? Cuz even if we played where he stationed (Playstation)

When it come to his ex box (Xbox)

He’ll try to tell her what to do but I control her (controller)

I mean that bitch rolled up on me and I’m like

“Nah bitch I don’t wanna kick it that ain’t how I play with a holy bitch”

I leave that bitch holy and hold my dick and I yell holy shit

I said I hit bitches too, she talk I sock her without a goalie kick

Wait I said I hit bitches too, I sock her, Mick Foley shit

No nigga in the history of Mankind could stand mind when the 40 spit

I ain’t used to defeat, it’s like they cut mine off I’m feeling like

Kunta I’m on some Toby shit

Now what’s in this gun will leave you crawling all by yourself

Call it a lonely clip

Til you meet up with ya pops

Everybody I battled including ya homie Clips

Now ya hoe spit all on my dick you like impossible

But no-no-no, ya hoe spit all on my dick like a prostitute

My hoe spit all in the clip, they’ll have to doctor you

And put you in the ER of that hoe spit stall that’s the hospital

Emergency room intensive care for a lot of you

I just spelled his name E R I C, I had to break it down for a lot of you

Ya mom said I’m a walk in the park, why that bitch lie to you?

In battles I’m ahead

I showed you need to stay on ya toes I just bodied you

I say in battles I’m ahead (a head)

I shoulder you needs (knees) to stay on ya toes I just bodied you

You broke ass, so trash, fuck nigga with no dad

Me talking bout yo dad probably got you so mad

Ya life ain’t worth the price on my coat tag so we gon clean up his act

Deodorant, body wash, soap, dental floss, tooth- man here

Just take the whole bag

And here’s all of 30 pages out of Canibus’ notepad

You gon need that, a miracle, 30 house niggas, a negro spiritual

And a big gun with Carmelo’s shot when he played for Syracuse

Or you might need that Pinocchio, what’s that?

That’s a long nose for the (?)

More gun shots nigga, more hits

Than a Laker home game when it turn to the Kobe show

That cig spark it start smoking but I ain’t lighting no bogie though

My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic

You can’t bite an apple without ya tooth getting lost in it

Time nigga!

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