'Don't Know What To Do' DANCE PRACTICE VIDEO

[Round 1: Loaded Lux] Peace King Disrespectful But shit talkin' don't make you no dope rapper Now, now, now yeah we know you done got you some stature I can see that, we opened the books, now I'll be closin' the chapter When you send 'em to the front line but they get it backwards I'm not like most is (Moses), cause if you ain't read (Red) I can still split a C (sea) apart When the snake don't turn and stick with the staffers What's a stature to the rapture? A ratchet nigga gettin' fixed, this a fracture I was a Panther I did the pastor I wouldn't know, beatin' everythin' sin say (sensei) don't make you no master This what he after? Initially casin' me on the low Now he got some capital you think you the alpha, bet But you owe mega (Omega) and the house come to collect You know it's about respect This eighth, he started out hangin' with a- well I got news (noose) for him it's goin' out on his neck And it's goin' out on the net nigga When a favor turn into a charity bout to the death Aye Jersey, y'all only support him cause y'all gotta Him and Ray, Charles, they don't see y'all when they got them bands and they movin' Whole 24/7, it ain't one shot of y'all, not a land in the viewin' I could see it be for protection, look how random the crew is And he went truant, ain't even true what he draw the van with the students Sayin' what you're soupin', when a nigga souped up..til the Sandman gotta swoop in He hoopin' but the man need improvement I go interiors where they decorate him and get the Raymour & Flanigan movin' You standin' here stupid All this Hollywood chicken you get Back to the hood lookin' like he can't dance to the music Roscoe Jenkins in here actin' like he too good for the family reunion Handsome what is ya doin'? Your movements look fear based like that time [?] had you rappin' in back of the staircase Yet you was scared straight nigga All day and you couldn't even wish me a happy Father's Day? I swear you show your love in a weird way Instead you gon' be up here talkin' 'bout my work, ya showin' off for ya friends You didn't have to sneak me into Career Day Why they can't ever rap at me straight, you know? They gon' come up here personals, angles and jokes They gotta force they names into the conversation of GOAT We'll go wit it I rap, I touch my nostrils, they sayin' it's coke Or maybe it's dope Cause every time I'm in a Smack lineup they nose, I crack his head, come get this smoke nigga Can you smell the incense? Aww baby, the Asiatic black man's back hand, back healin' business What is this? I imagine you think that's why I booked this Kung-Fu Kenny look Not at all This just cause I came to cook my dawg (dog) No offense, but will he (Wile E) Coyote Ugly a friend? Bar shots Above The Rim 2Pac, Birdie roll, run and go stop when he meet me (meep meep) I got to drop And I'm goin' loonie (Looney) wit it, nigga Tune in You 'bout to get tuned up a bit Construction kit They was pumpin' you gas, guzzlin' like diesel, you fit to be truckin' in That's car troublin', drive strugglin' Look what happens when you tryin' to line up your connect and the Wi-Fi bufferin' Y'all sufferin' The divine spark back thunderin' [?] watch (Watts) happenin' to his functionin' I mean with this little punk ass Pay-Per-View charge that I'm up against You can't be a live wire, still dyin' in ya hood on ya cable They gettin' stuck again Oh cause (cuz) you thought you was set when they jumped you in Monkey wrench, this is battery I got to sock it (socket) to him on his own outlet, let me plug him in Dead China man in the trunk, tuck a Chin nigga Or risk (wrist) watchin' and get clocked work when I'm punchin' in Let's rumble then Once again you here, lucky him Fuckin' when I can't trust this since he made it us and them Aye Harlem you know everyday they be hustlin' Then Raw say, "Don't forget about lil' bruh and them." So I treat it like the man a kin to me (mannequin) But you really a doll baby Chucky for a friend will back stab you after you cut him in You can tailor made, look where his money went For me to custom whip it up for him to let him model it Bitch nigga ya not followin' You ain't hip to it? That's when I'ma come around And waste (waist) him with the belt on the line, that'll buckle him You chucklin'? Ars, run your lips, with your voice up All boisterous Little boy stuff What he on But bars? Every time I hear yours they be off Ars! So maybe you should already be gone What you lost nigga? "I kick your mother down the steps, ah shot your daughter around her neck Hit her with Spongebob clarinet" We talkin' BARS? Or Ars'?! "I'll kill ya dead daddy twice, bring him back to life Fuck ya mother in his casket, have Lux bring it." Nice But we talkin' Bars? Or Ars'? Let me escort ya If I got to give you this food for thought through a feedin' tube I bet he remember who taught ya (torture) Aye, this one gon' be a scorcher This Miyagi drawin' down on Daniel-san block I could've worked with you on your jump shot He went another route, I'm comin' out These bars, beatin' him like a drunk pops You a Blood and you trust cops Ya fake ass probably got butt shots nigga You can't say nothin' about a Harlem nigga snitchin' While you out here tellin' niggas business you do business wit Oh ya girly, this what he picked up on his travels, huh Jersey? You all over the place baby So what nigga? I'm other worldly In other words, I'll whirl him into a hole, now that's cold But I want him to feel the shakes when I'm comin', Big Shirley Nigga seriously Aye this nigga couldn't tell a vision (television) til I first show up That's pilotin' King Roscoe, ya culture roach He buggin' in here tryin' to wing it wit me Don't get fly for them You old camp food nigga Who kept the fire lit? I'm the embodiment of body strength And I've got it by the length, width, how to get it outta limits, I can send it You're now present with the cosmic gift Fuck your accomplishments And all these niggas who sponsored it The monitors Now watchin' it Pure consciousness vs common sense I'm confident I can't tell your conscious that I'm your consequence It's cognitive And yours ain't at a level that comprehend I forbid These sciences, I train wit inside the gym I put pain in, you can't trade shade with a shot of Jim That's blindin' him He caught the fade whenever got a glimpse of the lights The way they hit the ring loud it's no bell (Nobel) But everything I pull it surprisin' (Pulitzer Prize) him I am him This is new work and it ain't friendly But I know every time y'all [?] it ain't me But y'all treat me like royalty, look how they feed Grapes to the king Where's the loyalty? [Round 1: Arsonal] Arsonal versus Loaded fuckin' Lux on UDubb Network You really got played And if you say some shit that I don't like by the third round all them gon' know how much you really got paid Now Hov tweeted yo' slogan nigga Farrakhan brought your name up But you was in that same project buildin' in Harlem bein' the same Lux You standin' on my stage right now preachin' the same stuff Man he said it, Andy Pettitte couldn't teach him to change up They said they want that gray sweatshirt Loaded They need Lux to be A Boogie But must I remind y'all Trayvon died in that same gray hoodie I know you nigga, and Brother Polite been talkin' to you too politely Fuckin' yo' mind up You went from mean to this nigga Beloved, I'm tryin' to find Lux Not the preacher, not Rich Porter or the Black Panther versus Da Don Lux I'm lookin' for that lil' cold hearted nigga that used to watch his step daddy fuckin' his mom up Yeah that's right, this nigga mother was a punchin' bag And them nights daddy came home on that drunken swag He was standin' in the doorway already cryin' cause he knew he was finna do somethin' bad He figured if he left you alone you'll heal on your own, he treated you like a fuckin' scab Now you had to watch yo' mother side nigga beat her fuckin' ass like he yo' fuckin' dad But that's the lil' nigga I need to address Project yo' voice, let it stream from yo' chest Yo baby mother fuckin' V12 and that's what's keepin' you stressed You treat life like a game of chess, but yo' queen keep bein' Fresh Honestly king, that's why your opponents always keep you in check Cause of your mate Y'all just caught that, some of ya late I said Lux, we from the era where niggas had Nintendo beef We was in those streets, supplied the snorters, but you was with those creeps Lionz Den, December of '08, didn't you sniff those weeks? But when his nose bleed he get upset, nigga you picked those seats All you did was learned the game of chess, read some books nigga and flipped yo' speech Extendo's speak, you gotta be tougher than Kimbo cheek You won't get no sleep We watched yo' career take off, go through the clouds and then crash, I told you about those window seats Man listen, you see me out here tryin' to transition You on a gram dissin' You throwin' punches but my shit's land different You shootin' but my piece is hittin' Nigga we scam different You an important factor but you never left yo' hood, you just the transmission And you do this shit for the dead presidents, so let's talk Dead Presidents The movie, I ain't talkin' money now Yo' daddy was Anthony, your mother like that bitch Juanita, she just kept bringin' Cutty 'round You thought yo' daddy was some fly nigga til that side nigga start throwin' money 'round And it's funny, that it's like deja vu cause yo' son ain't even- You know what? It's funny how you don't post no pictures of that little motherfucker And I find that to be a bad thing So I did some research and I found out yo' baby moms was in the fast lane But you was so excited to be a father and do the dad thing That you overlooked the paternity test you failed and you out here callin' this lil' nigga yo' son and he don't even got yo' last name? Fuck is you talkin' 'bout boy? He's a bastard nigga! He's a bastard! You always talkin' 'bout everybody else pops But I ain't e'rybody else pop When they thought he was addicted to Smack, me, I was the nigga who helped Roc I was the Lion in yo' Den nigga, I was leavin' 'em shell shocked When yo' pockets came empty nigga I was helpin' yo' sales drop nigga I was the nigga who came up with the idea Hollow Da Don vs Loaded Lux I was the nigga who proof read yo' contract once they wrote it up I was the nigga who started wildin' and then battle rap opened up My blue collar freestyle was the only verse that woke 'em up I let the Llama spray I pull up to where ya mama stay Like, "Juanita, your son out here callin' niggas 'handsome' bitch, that's kinda gay." Man, I walk in yo' son room and shoot his daddy on Father's Day Bombs away, Pearl Harbor, any given time of day What have you loaded Lux? Pistols you ain't never handled none You wouldn't know how to hold an AR if I hand you one These labels don't wanna sign you, where does that energy channel from? Cause I'm better than you on wax and off wax, 'member I'm Daniel-san This what happen when you sit Hussein Fatal at 2 Chainz table I'm Immortal in Kombat, they watchin' Liu Kang slay you I'm UDubb, where yo' league? None of your troops ain't able Beloved, you was lyin' then (Lionz Den) now the truth can't save you Why you ain't never battle in the Lionz Den? Should I ask Sub Zero? But why you ain't never battle in the Lionz den if you was doin' it for hip hop? We made yo' shit hot Me, ICE, Goodz, K-Shine, Clips, Roc You only get mentioned in yo' era cause you had a good team, bitch stop But we was helpin' you win, so to a Kobe you just a Rick Fox Nigga it's funny how the street shit can transition into B-ball Every man for himself this shit an all out free fall Fuck my coach and the plays he call I ain't puttin' my arm down after I shoot; Sanaa Lathan after the 3 ball So, so, so, so, so, so what do we have here? A nigga dressed like a chink Who say a lot of nothin' but y'all think he's so smart A nigga who whole life revolve around chess (chest) but ain't got no heart A nigga who wouldn't look at a bull's eye but like to throw darts A nigga who never touched a key in his life but he think he Mozart So it starts All the weird hand gestures and the slow remarks You learned that from your old head in the pool hall who be throwin' darts But how you plan on beatin' the Million Dollar Man in the ring when you got Owen's Hart (heart) See, we got bananas for everybody down to the last monkey on Noah's Ark nigga Man, my shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic And you can't spell "bars" without puttin' that "Ars'" in it [Round 2: Loaded Lux] I said bars or Ars'? Previous little gang members who don't put in no pain Aye cuz, what's crackin' other than the egg in the skillet you fried mornings? Side talkin', he got 100 pistols in your videos, it's silly though Cause you ain't gon' lay down nothin' on a track but a rhyme for us Why force it? I keep it tall I'ma always have size on ya That's why your kind descending (condescending) like tellin' Fetty Wap, "Aye! You ain't the only one keepin' on him." Nigga I'm on 'em He can sell you a script, but when a dead man talkin' it's usually Tales From The Crypt First the Dot Mobb break up, now everyday I wake up, somebody out here breakin' the code What's all the fuckin' fussin' fo', huh Ars'? Cause I opened up a door? To the kitchen? And I still pops up cookin' for you, but son let's keep it raw You hot cause you called out the kettle, blackin' on you cause this pot got you steamed? Well keep it on the stove like the oven door, you wasn't sure Clips ain't the gamblin' man, no it's Ars' You know I told the queen my old ace jack gonna come at the king She go, "Well what's the odds? That he can cut it?" Cause it's money on deck, don't mean you can flip it, look at how he turn the card Yeah y'all, Hollow should've been thy name, oh my God She said, "I think he got the wrong bookin'." I said, "Shit that's Allah Cause he still gon' get this church with the Koran." Oh my gosh He want no mas, smoke wit me Tell your general who the surgeon warns These worship wars, I do religiously nigga, on ya lawn Convert ya lord, earth to niggas who can't see the serpents horns In certain forms But whether (weather) man like my reign (rain) or not, I learnt (alert) the storm And I turnt him on, to ways I earned along with ways I birthed 'em all, my word is bond In perfect poems, research the log nigga This punk ass league ain't nothin' but a drop of ink off the blueprints I was workin' on You ain't make the resurgence strong nigga This shit? Look nigga I kinged you in a shop I took Surf from a pawn, that got Suge'r shot Oh (O) you ain't read (Red)? Nigga you was in the mix just gettin' taped He ain't even have a Clue, I was makin' this sport Fabolous puttin' Jersey on nigga That didn't even need a punch wit it He know he mine That's why you can't even spell your name without puttin' that "son" in it nigga I feel sorry for your daughter I gotta go in here and rock a kid Foundation cause you Make A Wish Yeah daddy goin' down like a shaky pimp Then they raised the rent Til they convinced, "He can't see the light" but he think he lit When bankin' on chasin' chips how ya lost on a Vegas strip They shaved the rent, then they repent You better change your pitch When you see these (CD) players, start blankin' for the record This don't come with laser print Make 'em quit Now Ars', normally wouldn't tell you it's the thang to quit But when you ain't win ya last...maybe ten I don't know, Swag, you more of a business partner than I can say a friend So tell me the bag was for extra pay and it was fixed You know what I mean? Uh, how else you explain it then? You jumpin' 'round makin' grins With that fake pretend facial cringe like that shit he's sayin' slick He ain't sip, you know I know Ars', I'm takin' tips To make attempts on an American Idol's life Play Dough, it ain't gon' feel like Clay when it ache and (Aiken) shit But it ain't your shift Cause you ain't commit baby your Will power like Jayden Smith vs Jadakiss And them flat lines, they gon get you aired out These ain't the re-tirements Mako fix, this may go quick You like cars, right Ars'? Hold up, that got your name in it Well let's take a lift, or should I say a Lyft cause whatever you whipped up I'm fender bender break ya shit You basic bitch Who you in here basin' with? I told Calicoe, it ain't about how many fights you had, it's who ya fought But what's the difference between him and my apprentice? You on a 24/7 with slo-mo shots that you gettin' sexy with a pool full of niggas Or should I say, skinny dippin' wit six bitches No we not judgin', aye Loc, you so crazy I can see you now, Martin voice high with your man in the hotel lobby The way the water was glistenin' all over your body Dreadful I said, my nigga, you knows how I craft this shit It's craftsmanship This where practice get, classic bitch You're an embarrassment Fuckin' savage to the sport that I married in I horse niggas that how I carried it Arrogant, fuck what you averagin', I'll shatter it I mastered it, pure passionate Ask him if he think it a mistake when I say I'ma show him how much of his face is accident Don't assume you got access If I gotta knock you into another world nigga, you better come off an axis I go into a city and turn new revenue into rappers You ain't payin' me nigga you payin' taxes Look I love you, but you can't be in here like you Andre The Giant off the turnbuckle and don't rumble You say to money, "Whoopi! Well Sister you gotta Act." You can't pound this, [?] gun so big it need about three duffles And then you get into real trouble and start blowin' the hustle You and G Mayne Frost got into a shovin' match and you didn't go get the shovel Now I don't got a lot of questions, well maybe a couple Now in the footage you go, "Eh, don't do that." Then he did that And then somewhere in there we lose you in the scuffle Now what I wanna know is, was you fast or was you furious nigga? Cause they out here sayin' you flew the coop like Vin Diesel stunt double, nigga Talk to me baby, talk to me The way you in here fail it ain't fair I swear if you see me and a bear fight, don't worry about me, help the bear You'se a waste of my motherfuckin' time nigga And you're cuttin' into your mother's fuckin' time nigga [Round 2: Arsonal] Fastest way to Harlem is the A right? That's what you say, right? These theatrical performances is why they pay right? But you're copyin' all your antics off a weirdo, that's how you play, right? Shit, nigga you should've came dressed as a vampire, we all know you afraid of daylight (Daylyt) But let's get off that Y'all want me to prove it? Let's talks facts Don't be afraid to talk dirty my nigga I talk back You should wanna be a better father to yo' son nigga Look how Khalid handle a side now The bitch raisin' yo' son got a felony that's why his mother ain't got a job now She got caught, cause it was another nigga behind the wheel cause his daddy ain't want to drive now She bust the checks, you supposed to maneuver the V, Bonnie & Clyde style What you gon' tell yo' son nigga How his son was robbin' Peter to pay Paul? Or make up some all American story about how she competed and played ball Was weeded since yay tall, succeeded and stay hard Or is you gon' tell him how you B. Dot, Daylyt and King Los all worship the same fraud? Is you gon' keep it real wit him? Or say some shit to dismiss him so you ain't gotta deal wit him? You ain't gon' be happy until a nigga like [?] decide to chill wit him But you try to paint the large picture and prove Cal' pops was some lost nigga No field nigga, house nigga, boss nigga we all niggas You just auctioning off your soul, tryin' to sell it so you get on quicker Brother Polite don't equal no god nigga You said you used to battle off the roof and the loser had to jump Man it look to me like you battlin' fo' yo' life You lookin' more and more like Pookie every month But see I know you Lux, and I listen to the sermons different Oh I know about all your surgeon visits And according to Harlem hospital, Usher ain't the only nigga out here that was burnin' bitches Three shots up in his ceilin', listen my words is different I said three shots of penicillin, he on his third prescription Oh his nerves is twitchin', Donald Trump mask, the Purge against him This point will end ya quick, Derek Rose edition I'ma get 'em all to look in yo' hood, I got a service engine No extension, it's sawed off, it had a circumcision You think these crackers gon' keep it real wit ya? All this righteous shit, bullets still hit ya Oh you think cause you rock a lil' bit of Tommy Hilfiger Society want to deal witcha Man, you out here tryin' to break yo' people down Man, we don't cry over no spilled liquor I need you to look in the mirror at 4:44 and tell me what you see John...still nigga Don't matter what you grow up to be John, still nigga You ain't pullin' that Calicoe shit on me John, how it feel nigga? I'll reach for that iron then clap it, y'all gon' see Ars' spit wit a Tech 9 in front of Lux It's gon' remind you of that Lionz Den classic Mask on, windows up while the tires spin backwards I shoot with one arm out, chin down, that's a violin tactic I said Newark my birthplace, preacher man, you better button up your shirt straight My nina ain't just to bust, lil Spanish thot on the first date They ask me, "Ars', why you keep rappin' 'bout guns in yo' battles?" Cause it's hammers in my work place And this the nigga that put the Tech 9 in front of me in the first place So I guess I gotta expose the fact that you a fiend Since you won't admit yourself Four years ago you said, "Harlem hospital givin' beds out." But you still didn't admit yourself You'd rather risk your health then to go get some help? Mama say get yo' belt You was out here servin' fiends, now you in here takin' hits yourself You supposed to be a king nigga, you goin' against yo' team You in this yourself, tonight you alone my nigga Fuck V12, you in this yourself You know the difference between me and you? You fake and you soft I've been doin' you free favors my whole career and I'm still breakin' you off It don't matter how much this card cost I can break even or be takin' a loss As long as I give these fans what they desire, that's what make me the boss Vs Hollow you said, "I need 40 shorty" and I made that happen, right? For just you My word is my bond, I live by that code, that's what I stuck to But now ya back and you're back workin' for me So now it's, "Fuck you" Cause I'm the lil' brother my big brother been lookin' up to I was drivin' that school bus for a livin' nigga You thought I was havin' fun on it? Well I ain't enjoy my days til I pulled up to that buildin' in Harlem and you put yo' son on it Nine in the percussion family, his baby brother got a drum on it It's automatic it spits so quick if I remix it I'm puttin' Pun on it Nigga you threw me in the ring Lux, you ain't teach me to rhyme Bitch nigga, I saw you runnin' from Iron Sheik in his prime I let you speak to a nine Head shot, doctor will be tellin' yo' mother that a Hollow clearly beat you this time What ch'all thought? I was gonna respect you? Like you was somethin' special? I'll walk into yo' church and slap the shit outta whoever you sittin' next to Nigga, yo' son's sand castle, that's what I step through Snoop in Baby Boy, "I hate you too little nigga. You ain't my son." I don't even treat him like my nephew! I was a different dude, always abided by them different rules I was taught, "Squeeze questions, leave questions way after you ditch the tool." Robberies on different dudes I was on the move with sticks before I learned to stick and move Nigga, you ain't droppin' wisdom fool You a false prophet, tryin' to profit off those with lost priorities It's all logic the plug has to be involved, they all sockets If you wanna enlighten and bitin' when writin' get off topic You must switch the subject to fully school a nigga, boy stop it You ain't took Math yet, you still walkin' through these halls boppin' You ain't battle nobody from the English decent, your card's droppin' You out here spittin' science fiction predictions while Lord's watchin' [?] leave you cut out for these punches; Bernard Hopkins I was in Manhattan for the day, I'm mackin' wit your bae (Oh they talkin' while I'm rappin'...LOOK AT ME KING!) I was in Manhattan for the day, I'm mackin' wit your bae Pickin' her brains, I'm tryin' to figure out the address where you stay I get to clappin' with the K, head shots, they gon' be missin' you dearly Beloved Bow y'all heads, we are gathered here today Whole neighborhood had your back son if you was cool You had a whole bunch of strangers ridin' witchu like an Uber pool But nobody in yo' inner circle thought you was cool Y'all just a whole bunch of squares that finally came together and formed the Rubix Cube I said, if you want wreck in this motherfuckin' ring Get tangled, I'm well rounded Man, all them stupid ass Chinese man angles don't work on a nigga that's well rounded My shit is real, I wish V12 would shut the fuck up John, your lucks up nigga [Round 3: Loaded Lux] I'm back to make the UDubb ultimate again Yeah, yeah they done turned this sucker shit into a lick Let get 'em shakin' in they shoes My tongue will take you to the groove Look at 'em, they waitin' on a move Cause I ain't here playin' by the rules and it's makin' 'em confused Ain't the bus driver 'pose to be takin' niggas to school? It feels like vibes changin' in the room ya know (Stop pickin' on him!) I told him, "Just pick a forum", that's destiny I can't pick it for him But I'ma kick through the picket fences I'ma pop on his grandpops, I'll blame it on ya old head He got you out here like it's green grass, blue skies when it's code red And O-Red who you should hand it to nigga Ya show dead but ya gon' [?] Ars' fans, don't give up on holmes yet You go there and you vote for him Cause y'all the reason this nigga came in here and broke a leg, both of 'em His road runnin' out of lane I'm ashamed ya got a name on my platform Endin' up this kind of lame, it's not the same The nigga comin' to Blackout at events and ya fallin' off the stage And ya keep comin' back out here again Like we don't see you fallin' off and it ain't staged And nigga you gonna back up like this? God d- this worse than the time Trick Trick was movin' forward to the stage, nigga I'm just sayin', they lookin' forward to his grave You 'bout to end up dressed up like the roles Martin played, it's all the same I'll explain When the Grapes viewin' you at Big Momma's House but they got to hear mama pain I'm just sayin', nigga Is you really in retirement though? Is that actually a fact? How you gon' stop battlin' for a rap career and you battlin' wit that? I mean I heard ya shit nigga Really? Rap songs? I'd rather hear House Party back on The way I was skippin' through the records like Chill bumpin' the table while Bilal gettin' his scratch on I'd rather put a track on for an hour straight of a hacksaw scrapin' a blackboard I'm choppin' it up about you brickin' Breakin' it down right in front of you and I got a class full That's what you ask for Daniel-san, I could try to clean it up but you know damn well As soon as I put that wax on it was wax off That's what you asked for You should've bought some time Paid attention, you'll live a richer life Stop toyin' with learnin' Don't play school if it's your (Fischer) Price You know I'm a teacher that don't need tenure, right You know I don't wanna see lil' Kali endin' up like a Jenner, right? Didn't mean to offend ya twice I'm in here just strikin', I'm a master They want Bison to punch lightening I'm mic'd in for the kid in the slums fightin' He just want a bottle, Cus D'amato, I'm a young Tyson I get to ambushin' with ambition, kickin' these handwrittens Minus the man mittens Ars', you was takin' random leave for family need 2013 you called me out against K-Shine Stage 48 was the scene Now it's first 48 on the screen You that same punk kid usin' this gang shit to chase a dream But it ain't what it seems Big brother see ya hand, ya Peter Pan But y'all never land (Neverland) with this make believe Let's change the speed The mind is the real threat, build pecs I pull a chi in with a breath Ya Chia Pet ya just here (hair) I know he came to make a movie and I can't Judge Dredd Might look like a Predator but he Alien to the skill set You dead if you don't feel that If dimwitted, I'm tellin' you it's the state of mind he in Ya slow, I gotta show you what you might've missed Ya goal ain't got the Midas print That's my fault though, Lionz Den designer glitch I'm back chimin' in I check [?], ya lifespan just...lookin' like some tight spandex with the vagina print This pussy been pokin' at me And I'm 'bout to slide inside the grid Realign the fiber wirin' to find the chip On my shoulders it's taken toll, Ars' breakin' code, I gotta encrypt shit Let's modify a bit You was guided down, Bobby Brown, started out poppin' shit Ya can't put down that crack no more, well that's your Prerogative Somethin' gotta give This a legend vs allegedly, you retirin' I hope so nigga, yo' shit tirin' You a novice at bein' clever I promise you that I'm better I'm positive Ya boys pay me the coins cause that's the only way off me you gon' get some type of dime in this (dominance) It's obvious this brother throwin' the season in Cause I'm hungry I told him to put that bread together and let us (lettuce) see what tomato give, the Godfather flick It's contracted killers and silent operatives He sense swag and a copper friend finna lock me in So you not the boss, that's just politics and you got a partnership And all this goin' noodles like you pullin' the strings then we meet boy (meatball) you ain't the source, see (saucy) Aye that's what bein' impostors (in pasta) get a mobster clip His posture's stiff Ars', you makin' music or tryin' to Crip? Oh you just playin' violent, I see Well that's instrumental to violins while ya rip, why pretend? Booby fake, you was gettin' college in (collagen) But what's a scholarship to the [?]? That's a power trip These chakra's lift that shock will shift an organ glitch, call it quits I bring water (war to) shit, ain't diarrhea that's direist My die will fit for high intense, you hide intent I hope viewer discretion advised the kids Ya now lookin' at a pump fakin' professional goin' against the grain right now Jersey Cause home is not a place to be tryin' this Mind ya biz Tay Roc you a light attempt Stand down this mice to men, I ran down Look nigga, the only thing you could do for battle rap now is mic us in Jordan back nigga, Mike is in And I fight to win So you go out here and find us a finalist And you tell him I'm in this to be ominous Keep an eye on me nigga, iron fist Tighten grip, giant wrist, a might hit Loyal to death, I'm like a German scientist with the signin' pen Damn, and I do timed events like a Zionist He don't know who he rhymin' wit Man, I will battle anyone on the card with this hand of Jesus nigga Don't you ever throw rocks at the sun, you can't reach [Round 3: Arsonal] Unlike you I got to pay for all of this Ya know, this is my final round of battle rap please applaud me I got to end with a strong finish You said, "Hov givin' out niggas a million dollars worth of game for $9.99", I'm in the wrong business I heard that, shit, still to this day I ain't let that song finish I ain't gonna have to go to trial for this body nigga, they all witness Now is you a Free Mason or a nigga that just be free basin'? You livin' 2 Fast to be Furious, you see what happened to Paul Walker when he was speed racin' You dream chasin' While I'm out here askin' Freddy if he seen Jason Nigga these nightmares reality nigga, I don't need nathan I will shoot you in yo' motherfuckin' forehead if you every try to underhand me And just cause I stood over yo' body to do it nigga don't mean that you don't understand me Do you understand me? You got murdered nigga! Not with the Calicoe but the Clip had Hollow's in it I said Murda Mook, Calicoe, Charlie Clips, Hollow Isn't it ironic and kinda iconic that at this time and minute If you define and get it you'll see that an arsenal (Arsonal) contain all of those contents in it You disguised your image You manipulated the 5%ers Started usin', I watched you powered ya face up, tryin' to hide a blemish You a conscious brother, but your conscious isn't You'll meet with a shotgun at the line of scrimmage if you don't mind ya business Tretch told me yo' mother was some skinny bitch who used to be suckin' Vinnie dick behind the benches Knowin' that yo' father wasn't yo' father but she still had him at them doctor visits She all kind of vicious Every nigga in the hood been in her, she a Honda Civic Callin' my phone for a fix at 5AM, usin' all them Obama minutes Oh, Grape Street been gettin' money cuz Your folks was buyin' crack off of my buddies cuz Losin' weight off that rock I done seen your pop go from Sherman Klump to Buddy Love, nigga And you followin' in the footsteps of daddy, copyin' what he does Yo' daddy lookin' at his son seein' a reflection of what he was So what I know a cop named L? What I'm supposed to feel funny? If you ain't got an inside man nigga you ain't never made no real money Come here L, I know when them crackers comin' I know when them raids comin' and when them crackers tryin' to steal from me I got a nigga wit a legal firearm that'll drill for me nigga Nicky Barnes, Frank Lucas, them niggas pocket's stay swole Bugsy Siegel was lethal and gettin' it by the case load Even El Chapo payed copo, hella pesos What I'm tryin' to say is every gangster you ever heard of had a cop on his payroll, nigga I empty off the clip and then off him with a two piece So criticizing those I keep close only make you weak Nigga get yo' facts right before you start markin' on loose leaf Cause L Wisdom ain't really even a cop he like Martin off Blue Street, nigga I'm tired of the games he play You'll end up another sad story on a rainy day Or then it's back to that shit you was sniffin' to take the pain away Don't end up like the Russians did Lonzo endin' of Training Day This shit here like Jumanji, a real dangerous game to play You under Brother Polite, new covenent Where consciousness meet commerce Well right now you at Newark Symphony Hall nigga, where your conscious can meet Converse Y'all wanna know why I'm really retirin' battle rap? Y'all wanna know?! It ain't y'all fans or the rappers, it's these niggas, these league niggas Supposed to be my brothers to help me feed niggas Organik called my phone and said, ICE can't be on yo' card, I couldn't believe niggas Cause I just went and did y'all event cause I'm a G nigga I'm tryin' to figure out, y'all think we wanna steal y'all rappers, what y'all concerned wit? If one hand was washin' the other we all could learn shit Smack you my brother but them contracts burn quick Cause right, you can't copy respect but you can earn it That's why I wanna know why niggas like DNA got over 100 battles and ain't got a house for his family That shit ain't addin' up It's cause punk ass leagues like Lionz Den don't give a fuck about the battler, nigga As long as you takin' they chump change they ain't mad at ya You did two battles on my league and I gave you enough money to feed the whole Africa So don't you ever in yo' motherfuckin' life say I ain't help you feed yo' family nigga Cause truth is I put just as much food on yo' son table as you did, nigga What have you done? For yo' son...that I ain't do? I ain't buy him that fool's gold But I bet you this motherfucker's Alpha N Omega check sponsorin' his school clothes What have you done, for yo' son, that I ain't do nigga? I put money in yo' pockets that you couldn't afford 'em You need to introduce to Uncle Ars', tell him the nigga buyin' him all them joys What have you done for yo' son that I ain't do nigga?! My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic (And you can't spell "bars" without puttin' that "Ars" in it!)