[Round 1: DNA]
I said my last battle was versus K-Shine
Now a lot of people might have thought that he got it easy
I just feel like if that n***a won he had to use a prop to beat me
But now I'm back on my shit with a vengeance straight melting n***as
And since I think we friends
I'mma use this whole first round being helpful, n***a
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, 'cause we more like brothers
'Cause if it's beef and he squeezing the nine
Usually bullets in the clip leave the DNA at the scene of the crime
But he might be your father, 'cause when you letting bullets out the fif'
What good is your arsenal if your weapons are without the clips?
So what's next you gon' spit about?
You gon' tell em that I got a denture and this tooth can come in and 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 his well
So once I give ya mouth pain, they gon' have to put me in prison or a jail
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 beat 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 'cause 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 have died: it was you that deserved that box
And even if you had his ashes, you couldn't earn 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
'Cause 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
'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 your 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 out of here!)
No! Get O-Red the fuck out of here
Get Surf, Suge and get them dreads the fuck out of here
Get those predictable raps the fuck out of here
But I ain't like Arsonal anyway: that's why I got that hat the fuck out of here!
[Round 1: 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 n***a was smoking
I just lied to yo’ motherfucking face 'cause 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
N***a you ain't 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 "HOOOOOOO!"
With nothing but boots and drawers on to give 'em long wood: I Hacksaw Jim Duggan 'em!
N***a, 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’ n***as kill me
Thinking you're Farrakhan with all these righteous thoughts
N***a, you might get caught 'cause you gotta strike a match before you light this torch
But when I see that spark, I'mma knock oxygen out yo' windpipe
Then fly you right to Newark and show y'all how to deconstruct DNA without taking a n***a off of life support
When you battled Tsunami, the choices was either a) or b)
You either drown or surf
You a rolling stone n***a we both battled all over
But you still haven't found yo' turf
See, I dig a forty-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 Shorty 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 alright
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 Master's nor doctrine
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 your 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 n***as 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, n***a
They put a million in Ars' face and I'm like, oh well n***a
I put loyalty over everything so go tell n***as
You want Ars’ you gotta pay for me and UW
This package come in wholesale n***a
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 n***a!
[Round 2: DNA]
I had a n***a 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 n***a 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 a while 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 n***a 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) g And off them last words I bet you can learn from that But New York n***as been killin’ Jersey n***as
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 n***a, but when I let that tech spray
A you cats can (catscan) get ya bones shown when I x ray 41k And this n***a 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 n***a 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
N***a while you was on earth I was on mars with it
Copping my fans thru 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
[Round 2: 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 n***a and let him slide
Nah never mind
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 kind of tense?
I'm a paid n***a, you a slave n***a still trapped behind the fence
You played n***a
‘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 what’s 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
N***a 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 ERIC
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 n***as that be fueling 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 n***as 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 n***a I ruzzled you
First round I let you feel it was close, meaning I hustled you
Second round I bullied this pussy, n***a 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
N***a 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
N***a you should've signed to Don't Flop or UW c’uz we don't cock block
I been the realist n***a in Newark since a hole poked thru my high top
Winter time below zero degrees I'm in the drop top
With Daylyts ski mask and a stolen car from the chop shop
The witness saw a n***a 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
N***a 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 n***as
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 n***a, let’s get off that
What Vail thought I came to Don't Flop just to bring jokes on a n***a?
Hell fucking no, this third round is about me exposing this n***a
For example, you tell n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a grind
You bang every time you don't feel n***as line
And you told Shotty there's not a Glock in the casket
So you not on real n***a time And I agree with that, ‘cuz n***a you've never been on real n***a 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
Ask. 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 n***a 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 n***a time ‘cuz that's something you gotta do first
Since we on real n***a time
Tell the n***as 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, n***a fuck that
If Charlie Clips get locked up
I ain't leaving London until he make it with me
Now that's real n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a trying to enlist them figures
You should've let D and the rest of them n***as run it and fall
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

[Round 3: 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 n***a 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 n***a named K-Shine
A n***a 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 battling Americans so what angle is it gonna be today?"
Well he had dreams of BET ciphers 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 except the home team
Long as they talking bread, my n***as can travel with me
They good and they all get fed
And (?), 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
N***a 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 n***a out lurking on a late night
You Nemo 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 n***a my shooters be determined
4 I hate a cocky n***a so I Nazi n***as
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 n***as 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, 6 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 Anna because she played 'em she all in my boys ears
She hit the L too and Anna 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 Ann 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 n***a 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 tobe 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 ho spit all on my dick you like impossible
But no-no-no, ya ho spit all on my dick like a prostitute
My ho spit all in the clip, they'll have to doctor you
And put you in the ER of that ho 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 n***a 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 n***as, a negro spiritual
And a big gun and Carmelo's shot when he played for Syracuse
Or you might need that Pinocchio, what's that?
That's a long nose with a long range so I’m hittin’ targets in Tokyo
More gun shots n***a, more hits
Than a Lakers 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 n***a!