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chess vs. arsonal - urltv lyrics

[round 1: chess]
first and foremost, you p*ssy so keep all that other sh*t with them other n*ggas
them sucka n*ggas
them don’t do nothin’ when you touch them n*ggas
cause i’ll snuff you n*gga
think cause i’m small i won’t crunch this n*gga
then we have to go in the cage like calicoe wit’ his shades
i done put down bump for n*ggas
that disrespectful sh*t? only cool in this battle
if smack wasn’t payin’ for all that crazy talk {gun cl!cks} you would’ve had to
actin’ tough to promote this card, see i’m really a wild goon
this is who i am ars’, you just tryin’ to pump up the volume
bang! bang! baow! boom!
give him everything out the cartridges, on some r*t*rded sh*t
i like revolver grips
cause when it come to the sh*lls, this strap save ’em from droppin’ like harnesses
no games, i’m fully loaded
push my b*ttons i’m startin’ sh*t
tunnel vision when i’m sparkin’ it
i start the fire and all i seen was ars’ and this (arsonist)
that’s ya homegirl? well guard the b*tch
i get him stuck up, like he feelin’ himself
then put that same blade in ars’s sis’ (narcissist)
cause you can’t spell “scars” without puttin’ that “ars” in it
they say i rap about struggles more than accomplishments
that’s cause we ain’t always have it, but felt good when we got it like compliments
i knew youngins, in them stores but he was poor and couldn’t afford it so he robbed the sh*t
got caught, tryin’ to boost, and security (insecurity) put him down, they lacked confidence
y’all really think he’s smart as sh*t?
with the simplest lines, i spit intricate lines
what makes a hard bar? the wick
that’s exactly what makes me the wrong n*gga to bother with
did y’all forget?
what i do n*gga?
you gonna talk to me about views n*gga?
you finna make another mil’, this time on the news n*gga
you confused n*gga?
still debatin’ if you gon’ retire?
boy you should
honestly, i just thought you would
well this, like losin’ housing in new york, the night you’re gone for good
understood?
i still wanna k!ll k for closure
but before i son (sun) shine i had to make sure your reign (rain) was over
if you quit now, i could run this sh*t the way i’m suppose to
cause every card he be (cardi b) off, set (offset) me up to raise the culture (kulture)
i put bread on you when they bang the toaster
f*ck that, i’ll spank this joker
he a vegetable when the pain is over
i done caught big bodies, but if i truck him he goin’ straight to comas
this could end with me shootin’ up your cab or runnin’ in your pad
shots is what his uber eats
or i’m at the crib wit’ the mil’ (meal), tell everyone you adore, “dash” (door dash)
cause if y’all wit’ him when i come to collect, y’all all smashed
no actin’ wit’ this semi
if i run into ars’ and he “yo” (*rs*nio); haul ass
i will leave one of your soldiers neck*less (necklace) get dawg (dog) tagged
wipe my sweat, boogers and sh*t wit’ your flag
spit on your flag
make yo’ b*tch suck my d*ck, then wipe my tip wit’ yo’ flag
shake me? i get more mad
blow smoke? then i’m gon’ blast
spread the news, everywhere, i ain’t that broad cass’ (broadcast)
smack, when these n*ggas was lookin’ all bad, who brought the sh*t back?
me, t*top and raw’ class
the vets started goin’ hard again cause they were all mad that smack had to find new (final) n*ggas thinkin’ y’all wasn’t gon’ last
ya soft ass
shots: baow, that’s something he saw fast
to get out this small room will cost an arm and a leg
i’ll turn this scene into somethin’ from saw, fast
the recoil on the toy bad
playstation with poor connection
i had trouble shootin’ cause the 4 lag’
you gon’ brag ’bout yo’ little gun, you think i’m scared yet?
n*gga, p*ssies got grips too, but be the first ones layin’ there wet
and you, just a fraud wit’ a sig’, but i don’t scam checks
when i talk, it enter souls, my bars’ll down a n*gga; xanax
dump glocks
blam tecs
buck shots
pan necks
this colt .45? all in his mouth
(what’s that?)
beer breath
i grab the sawed*
nah i mean the machet*
d*mn, i forgot the name of it, but it tear flesh
i’ll bring that whatchumacallit straight down the middle; fair ref’
you supposed to be helpin’ ray and l y’all rookies into stamped vets
but if it ain’t a big event you could care less
now you missin’ wisdom and got no swag
how you gonna be dumb and can’t dress?
i was gonna battle rad b on u dubb as a favor fella
n*ggas begged me not to take the cheddar
threw me a couple names that’s better
and you said n*ggas slayed me? never
i kept your few stacks, “such and such” paid you back and paid me extra
so don’t worry ’bout if i’m under contract
did i sign that? i can’t call it
but i still do a number on him if it’s contact
my year, been great n*gga
i ain’t even celebrate n*gga
smack said, “enjoy the fruits of your labor”
i said, “after i put in work on this grape n*gga.”
body! after body! after body
whether small room or big stage it don’t matter
cause i can go in, anywhere i’m a shapeshifter
cake lyfe

[round 1: arsonal]
you ever had a n*gga this close to ya face when you rap?
i’ma violate you every round of this battle and i dare you to do it back
that’s a fact!
i’ma take tact
and i heard this was ya biggest payday ever
{pocket checks chess}
so i’ma take that
summer impact
t*top took everybody out on stage, right?
it ain’t take him long
tay roc was standin’ by the door actin’ like the concierge blendin’ in tryin’ to play along
they sayin’ is, “two wrongs don’t make a right” but cal’s pop’s showed brizz that two rights will make it wrong
i would’ve used my fists to beat on chest (chess) like a n*gga locked up tryin’ to make a song
n*gga that’s my word, that’s what i stand on best
you seen my battle vs. cass’
which means anytime in this round i ain’t got no problem puttin’ my hands on chest (chess)
i ain’t live a good life either
at 14 i was fronted some white boy that ain’t look like bieber
banana clip, took it to school, finna cook my teachers
i was in the hood, planted (planet) with the apes, you just look like caesar
if i was your bunkie, you wouldn’t get none of ya mail
ain’t no fun in this cell
small room sentence, ain’t no runnin’ from rell
you thought “rappin'” cause ya cousin is earl
i threw up cause the dope was too strong in the trap and i couldn’t stomach the smell
i send hitters to him, 13 shots in his living room
three more, bang, bang, bang; rest in peace john witherspoon
you reach for the toy i treat him like spoiled brat, i give it to him
in 3, 2, 1, one .223 will be rippin’ through him
i switch to the next, when one bl!cky done
i shoot him in the back
it came outta chess (chest); run ricky run
we bar hoppin’ tonight, yeah the fun just begun
but these shots burnin’ through chest (chess) ain’t no 151
me? i’m back scammin’, pack handlin’
the strap blam him
i know the rules, you chess, i’m older school like backgammon
real newark n*gga, trained to shoot ’til the gat jammin’
take the window seat, your sh*t plain (plane), we crash landin’
what you talk is non*realistic, that’s the reason that i’m conflicted
i done watched you tell a whole struggle a lie, then contradict it
type of n*gga say we pulled up in a big body…honda civic
we was so poor we had to wash up in the sink, we couldn’t buy the dishes
everybody know these facts, right?
god my witness
my na na say ba ba and ah na innit
oh that’s a tay roc translation for “watch my fitted
i ain’t got sh*t to do with this fight. i’ma stand over here by this door and mind my business.”
a mysterious interruption, the only way to stop my finish
you want a n*gga to come and steal bars even if john john didn’t
well let bygones be bygones or the time bomb tickin’
i had n*ggas lined up at yo’ crib like you was sellin’ popeye’s chicken
after this battle you better have apologies for me
you an ebt card baby
i’m from the era when food stamps looked like monopoly money
my generation posed a different threat
i been through hard times you ain’t witness yet
i really had to pick up a book and research, i couldn’t always run to the internet
you new n*ggas wanna know who got a bigger name, well who got a bigger check?
i got a deuce and a .357
either you believe in magic or i’ma rig the deck
whatchu know ’bout not havin’ heat in the winter time
except for what’s tucked in your denim line?
being the only house on your block without lights durin’ christmas time
n*gga, trials and tribulations, i done went through mine
i really weighed 140 in the 4th grade, in other words i was the bigga 9 n*gga
anything that smack owe me now, i’m still recouping it
any battle after this battle, it should be lucrative
i’ll pistol whip him, open his skull, blood, he losin’ it
but crack heads run in ya family, you should be used to it
you live witcha mother and her mother, you never lived in no youth housing
raekwon you was born in 1998 i started f*ckin’ in 2000
facts!
so all that struggle sh*t, for the f*ck of it, you wildin’
i go live on instagram right now and make beatin’ on chest (chess) the new challenge
i used to walk around wit’ a loaded gat
i was the tour guy for n*ggas who ain’t know the trap
now my money round about* just know i live on a colder sack (culdesac)
and that’s the coldest facts
my sh*t is real, my sh*t is raw, my sh*t is authentic
and you can’t spell “bars” without puttin’ that “ars” in it

[round 2: chess]

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