Calicoe - Arsonal vs Calicoe lyrics

[Round 1: Calicoe] On the real Smack, you finally had the battle in Detroit Somebody about to get k**ed Smack I told n***as they was good if they came through but to keep it real Smack Only thing I told my goons is don't k** Smack See I'm supposed to put them goons around Randy but f** it Darrell can get it cuz I know he can't stand me I can improvise pull out that swami or I can slam me but this clip is gon' feel like a hit from Laron Landry. See f** Darrell because he staging an actor Tsu Surf number 1 in Jersey he just play as his back up But either one of them n***as get tough I'mma start waving the clapper, they think I'm good but I don't throw bottles I'm jumpin' in this crowd like I play for the Packers Aye, where Shotgun Suge at? it's crazy that he ain't come with y'all, cuz every n***a in this crowd was waiting to gun him off, I'll smack everybody in ya house from yo brother, sister, mother, dog and the way I keep hittin' his daughter you would think I was his son-in-law b**h n***a, always talkin' like you clap lead, Arsonal Da Rebel one of the reasons that rap dead Come to me on some coked-up sh** and you'll get a cracked head, you in Detroit them Jersey n***as will find you in the trap dead I hustle every f**in' day so I can stack bread, you a snitch you probably get on a case and attach feds But when that mac spread it's gon hit back-head and if you don't die....you better lay down and act dead Aye, but I doubt if he survive the poppin' and pointin' cuz after I give him these shots I'm following up like a doctor's appointment So be a good patient and sit still before these clips spill and I can show you it can get real now thats how a crip feel And for not taking this battle as a big deal you gon end up battling in the Proving Grounds against Big Will You in Detroit you ain't got protection now chopper knock ya section down grab him by his neck and drown Hitman, out here we don't wait till the 2nd round Landslide we been in the streets, I know you heard of that. I'm from Brightmoor where them young n***as will serve you at or i can get my Joy Rd n***as to get you murdered scrap, trying to get a double cheese burger from the murder mac My Schoolcraft n***as will catch him at universal, and my Dexter n***as they do torture before they merk you And that ain't even half of the n***as in Detroit that I f** with in other words I ain't one of them n***as to be f**ed with I even got some mexican's out in southwest that'll cut sh**, and some Vice lords riddin' that's Qleen Paper & Luck b**h So once they black & gold rags wrap they black & crome mags, you a Grap Street crip right? it'll crack his whole crab Hold on, no disrespect to the crips tho I just hate n***as thats fakin' cuz it's real crips in the building that'll give him a violation Back in the day I heard you was a look out man, now I ain't sayin' when n***as put in work you actually looked out man but when it was beef and they grabbed burners they was like look out man So do ya job and watch out before I bring Glock's out, if anybody say one word they get knocked out They got me and my n***a Big-T battling crips the URL feel like a league I'm bout to drop out because the only reason we overseas is cuz Lux & Mook was in a lock out I know y'all tired of me speakin' on Lux & Mook, but f** them fruits Any battle rapper that purposely puts themselves below them is a dumb a** n***a, plus them n***as broke I got more money then them bum a** n***as Last time I saw Lux at a battle he was talkin' lame, bummy as f**, smokin' a square, and when he left he caught the train So I guess everything he say ain't slick, cuz we was in a whip so the fastest way to Harlem ain't the A train b**h Landslide [Round 1: Arsonal] All the tough talk save it, cuz that really isn't you Me being away from home that's regular, this sh** really isn't new. You told Math you pops actually k**'d n***as right? so either you dry snitching on daddy or that really isn't true and he like Martin & Eddie Murphy he doing life for a murder that he really didn't do n***a once again I'm here, I'm in another n***as state, on another n***as stage, up in another n***as face I went to Canada just to disrespect another n***as race, machette blade across you rib detach your stomach from your waist Wait, you told Ill n***as is scared to battle in Detroit because of the murder rate This look like we in muthaf**in Detroit and right now I fell like I own the place You remind me of the Cowboys quarterback with ya nine cuz you ain't throwin' straight and you'd rather run from n***as instead of lettin' bullets fly, same mistake Tony make I got all bars, no jokes you gon think this prison after the job done I sit back and reflect on all the damage that i've done I took tack on a little person Conceited never grew to see 5'1, Calicoe wouldn't throw bullet on Madden 12, forth and long outta no shotgun You, X-Factor and Miles, you dirty muthaf**as, y'all the new Chauncey, Sheed and Tayshaun don't get me wrong y'all three of Detroit's best ever that n***as is scared to take on But once my shank drawn, I'll cut him from ear to ear, get my shave on and he'll be Rip Hamilton of the crew, before battle he'll have to put his f**in face on n***a, I sit back and observe with a blunt, and some popcorn my n***as O-Red & Surf got that ruger co*ked, my n***a Suge got that Shotgun We in that 2004 Indiana Pacers state of mind, I'm Ron Artest I got that Glock drawn, let one of these n***as act up and everybody in the crowed gettin popped on I will Shang Tsung this n***a, snatch his soul out his body fast, you probably mad cuz my b**h body Buffie The Body bad, I'm Rocky fast Jason hockey mask with a Natzie flag one shot he blast, will probably knock the tumor outta Monty a** I came, I saw, I conquered this n***a, I Super Nintendo spread gun Contra'd this n***a, I even tried Hulkamania leg droppin' this n***a I told him eight words made Aye Verb Man I hit em with every shell in my clip then brought another box for this n***a Now should I put the gloves on and start and start boxin' this n***a, turn into Mook and put imaginary dots on this n***a, or should I earn my fame like Maff and just pop on this n***a. Don't worry Jersey y'all know I got the drop on this n***a I dont audition to make bands, I fight I don't shake hands, talk tough I'll break both the lenses in ya Ray Bans, tag my name on your front door leave the spray can, you come out rowdy you getting stomped with same Jordan's that n***a Mike had on in Space Jam Then I'mma run in ya trap house, snatch the bricks off of the nightstand, put your mother in the headlock under the left, give that b**h a noogie with my right hand, then head to ya bedroom where I'm sure to find your hype man, and knife em on some jail sh** i'll make the shank out of a sprite can Now respect the Bill Collector cuz I feel that he the next to blow, n***a sayin' they got the burner, they got the burner out in Mexico, well Ars he got the burner and the bullets and I'm lettin go, I got on OJ glove and I got the burner from Plaxico OJ glove, Plaxico dirty Glock, extended clip stickin out, so that make it a thirty shot, I show up to ya house, front door, turn the lock, and hit this n***a with a Mac blacker then the on they buried in Bernie's box Now whatever happened to when you see me you robbin' me? Obviously you ain't half the man ya mommy tried to be, yo sister right in front of me, yo auntie on the side of me, I told all those b**hes drop low and s** my balls through these boxer briefs I'll put big balls on ya nanny, then shove dick all in ya granny, mush Toranio all in the face with the discharge from her panties You ain't tough muthaf**a I been callin' you candy, T-Rex n***a you next, I been wanting you Randy I already know how you feel Smack Why you won't have the battle in Newark? Cuz everybody gon get k**ed Smack You and Beasley f** around and get pealed back, But I can't control three thousand Blood and Grape Street crip n***as with steal Mac's n***a thats real rap [Round 2: Calicoe] Didn't y'all just here this muthaf**a is this round say he don't shake hands? I'll smack yo b**h a**, then turn around and smack yo b**h a** We ain't always gotta talk gangsta about how we let a clip blast, lets talk about you b**h had gave us head till whiplash Or, we can talk about how you say you get cash, but you only got them dirty a** dreadlocks in a rubber band, n***a yo whole life is only worth a couple grand this is what Wale would look like if Rick Ross ain't give him another chance n***a your flow is as played out as the runnin man, I'll show up to his house no mask gun in hand empty bottle in the other actin' like the drunken man somebody pullin' up I say oh sh** thats his man I coulda let a clip fly but the neighbors woulda seen the barrel sparkin' so I pistol whip the window broke the gla** Darryl Dawkins, jumped in his daughter in the back seat as I clutch the 4 look at him let the Glock blow touched his soul looked back I coulda let the f**a' go but f** the ho, put the car on cruse control on Tucker Rode and tucked and rolled But let him owe me and not pay up, I don't wanna see no new clothes, I don't wanna see you shoppin' with no new hoes, you can't run forever n***a you still gotta do shows, so he gon end up like Kobe even he change his number he still can get eight with these two fours Hold on, I say eight two fours, his number was 8 now it's 24 however eight is two fours What you about 5'9? I don't even matter he still from Grind Time I'm crushin' all y'all grapes until y'all fine wine, when I was battling Shotgun Suge yo b**h a** needed some pom-poms Tried to walk up on some gangsta sh** when he heard me pursuing his name but he fell back quick when he seen Mo' Dirty doing the same, but we was strapped in NY with a few of them thangs, ever since Surf been hot you only worth being a coach pursing the game I wish Conceited was here to slow that down I said that since Surf been hot you only worth being a coach put Suh in the game My hand will co*k and he'll be as worthless as the Lions D line without Vanden Bosch or Suh in the game I mean lately n***as been draggin' you through the dirt they got the Rebel lookin' like a horseshoe in the game You can snort coke, pop pills, sip lean whatever you off you a crip with bandanas on your head thats gon get it blew off, I know the lookin like damn thats too tragic so from here on we just gon call it that blue magic I already k**ed Shotgun thats two caskets, Verb & T got y'all other grapes makin a fruit basket I swear to God I told Yung Ill that I had a Glock 9, but now I gotta chopper man when these shots flyin' you'll be on your block dying and leave you with a hot spine the bullets so big when I shoot the b**h it can stop time Aye J-Rosstine, and I'm not lyin', I swear to God when I'm standing with the K any n***a can get it if they standing in the way I pull out, bang and start damaging ya face, you a crip I ain't a blood but just to disrespect you, read flag in ya face n***a I'm challenging ya play Landslide [Round 2: Arsonal] I'm tired of n***as talkin this Grind Time URL sh** to me, my one Smack battle got the most Youtube views in URL history How is it that I only battled on URL on time, and got a million views in five months you could do that sh** sometimes Me myself I prefer bars over punchlines, like slugs slide through son spine as soon as you cross than gun line Yo punk a** daddy did one crime, one time, now he only get an hour worth of sunshine, you want yo cornbread lil n***a while he standin' on that lunch line Now I just caught two bodies and I got off twice Smack f** the time clock in none stop I got all night, told you when I catch him I'mma beat his a** live on sight, video chat make ya mother watch it live on Skype You got a Skyper Riffle right? What the f** is that? I got a Glock but the gage better, its bigger its made better you think that b**h you pulled on stage at Summer Madness is hotter then suede leather? I mean her body was made clever, I forgot he a lame never did he realize that b**h voice ain't no higher them Swave Sevah's You f**in' these dirty b**hes n***a, I'mma tell ya mama on you, I'mma visit ya dad in jail and tell him I'mma pull the lama on you He gon get mad hit the gla** look down at his dick and say I shoulda threw a condom on you, cuz what you shot out and named Toranio grew up to be p**y now them real n***as is riddin' on you Grandmama in a wheelchair this where my disrespectful sh** need to stop, cuz I don't give a f** if that b**h Pigeon-toed and her knees are knocked I'mma sit that chair in front of fifty steps and give her thirty seconds to reach the top I dont need a watch, I'mma jump in the G ride, light a blunt, bleed the block, I come back and she ain't half way up the stairs I'm choking that b**h until her breathing stops, and I wish yo punk a** daddy was there so he could watch When the f** he coming home n***a? You gettin all this battle money when the hell you bailing dad out? I know he got a phone n***a, text him tell him he gettin bad mouthed, tell him on his release date I'mma wait at the gate, slowly pull this flag out and hit that n***a harder then the n***a that knocked Joey Jihad out Now, you said you wanted to fight at a Smack event right? I'm in ya state you say you got the drop on me, I'm all up in ya face so all you gotta do is pop on me Math did it to Dose and instantly he got his name up, let Toranio try that with Darrell I guarantee he don't have the same luck Cuz I'mma see it coming looked at my coach he signaled change up so I audible the formation you know I start to rearrange stuff, I even put a man in motion so that other n***a can't rush, then threw a bullet at Cal and since you playing safety, that means you can't buss Now what you kno about 50 big in a shoe box, and shootin at cops like midget did off that roof top, I'm in too deep aye God pa** me the Ooh Wop, he bout to get Jam master Jay'd, Biggie and 2Pac Thats two shots, from a new Glock, I knock legs out of tube socks I swear to God I wish d**h upon the n***a that got Big-L and Big Proof popped, rest in peace Poof ock, you ain't nothin like dude you a animated cartoon like a version of Boondocks, I run in the dinner one in ya head while you flickin' through the jukebox f** this battle, f** this ring i got my gwap right? You think you beatin' Maff means you made it to the top right? And right in front the camera I got that inferred spotlight, you think that you beating Maff means you made it to the top right? Beating Maff gon get you the Harold treatment at the stop light And all the blogging back and forth and the small talk that'll get you cut quicker then playing spades having all hearts Gun in my stash box its zoom as soon as the car starts, n***a i ride with that 9 iron but i dont own a golf cart You got that DNA dirty n***a swag, and everybody knows, you smell me? I know X-Factor do, he got everybody nose Y'all n***as been fitly since overalls and a snotty nose, them chucks, them kicks wouldn't be fly in a dojo in karate clothes Now let me ask yo somethin' have you ever been on MTV Hive? Have you every been on MTV U? Even tho i lost that competition my video in rotation right now on MTV 2 Do you got 40 Worldstar videos and a iPhone app? No? No? Then you somebody nobody really knows, n***a im all the above, i get all of the love, off my name alone yo b**h wanna s** my balls in the club and I'mma tell you again I already know how you feel Smack. I know why you won't have the battle in Newark Cuz everybody might get k**ed Smack. You and Beasley f** around and get pealed back, But I can't control three thousand Blood and Grape Street crip n***as with steal Mac's. Hater pivot winner travel thats real rap thats why he still in Detroit, cuz thats where he still at [Round 3: Calicoe] I just saw you shaking when Trick Trick offended you n***a, but you ain't peep on how i control 3,000 muthaf**as cuz im a general n***a You claim you can beat me, you say words when you play with your pee pee, you got a brother named Bee Bee and a sister named Gee Gee who's p**y smells like seafood and pizza from Cici's, thats the type of sh** he rap about But ill say some sh** like all of your fun can stop today when i co*k this K pop and spray and leave him in a scope like Dr. Dre Everything he talk about it bore's me I told y'all I'm a regulator and he can end up like Nate Dogg if we Warren G If cash is up i blast the pup you f*gs is f**ed blast and leave nothin but ashes not Daz Kurupt In other words, if he snoopin' on my dogs while we all rounded, that only get him a couple strays and leave yo dogs pounded, you talk about that video you got? We all clowned it, you put the link up on your twitter thats how we all found it I mean I've heard of MTV Jams, sh** I've even heard of MTV 2, but yo sh** came out on MTV U, I mean I'm not even sure if thats somethin' MTV do, what the f** you went out and made your own MTV crew? Oh thats why the callin' it MTV U But f** the jokes if its beef i bring a riot through, anybody talkin that dumb sh** then they dying too, I thought Big-T was the only one reppin' the quiet crew then you battled a n***a named Holla and he silenced you I mean i say its a difference between metaphors and real rap you one n***as who ain't got metaphors or real rap, I'm one of them n***as who throw they metaphors in a real rap thats why im in the streets with them metal four's and i still rap Why you go down to New Orleans? Did you get a promotion on that bus driver sh**? Or did you just get stuck in New Orleans on some typical bus driver sh**? Well i gotta clip that don't discriminate it even bus drivers b**h, so even if you riddin' with shotgun y'all ghost ridin the whip, toe side to hip so even if he decide to dip i decide to trip and they'll find him on the eastside and clipped so if he got the bricks and he don't bring em back like they retro the day after they do it he gettin clipped he a metro Yo bill due k** who don't even start bro, I'll catch you on yo block and run yo pockets like a narko, y'all be dressed in all that f**in purple but ya skin the color of charcoal since she love the color purple I'mma beat him I'm Harpo Be smart bro you n***as shoulda took the way out, he should know he can die now if i take this K out i said he should know that he can die now if i take this K out Aye, he the type of n***a that'll try to play me and i'll let the sh** play out then a half an hour later he'll be tied up in one of they house That clip hangin' like a fat a**, J-Lo, you never know whats poppin' out of this toaster, Eggo, when lead flyin' he makin headlines, they know, drake i said when lead flyin' he makin headlines, they know, they know, they know, i'll get this grape popped and capped twisted he a fego, you already know how i feel Smack you finally had the battle in Detroit ain't nobody gettin k**ed Smack, I told you im a man of my word im real Smack, did you see i just had Uncle Trick Trick to chill Smack? After a n***a battle me i make em feel whack cuz its a difference between metaphors and real rap Landslide! [Round 3: Arsonal] You a b**h a** n***a, let me tell you why you a b**h a** n***a, cuz you think you a heavyweight cuz you just beat a b**h a** n***a You only Smack new frontman cuz Hitman dissed that n***a, and said f** URL cuz Holla ain't no kiss a** n***a I'mma break it down right now, this round is so f**in true, every Smack event the main event was never f**in you, I only accepted this battle cuz me, Smack, Beasley, Chico and Norbs all signed a contract saying im gettin paid off of every f**in view true, I know i wasn't suppose to say that but f** it not cuz you deserve it, not cuz you just surfaced, think deep you stupid little muthaf**a its a plot behind my purpose, you ain't hot you just all know he gettin gwap behind ya service i was like jackpot as soon as we decided to sign that dotted line in cursive Don't ever question my gangsta n***a im crip what you thought i can't help that if im Grape Street crip in New Jersey I'm Grape Street crip in Detroit, if I'm Grape Street crip in cali I'm Grape Street crip in Detroit, I'll come to yo family reunion and all yo folks can get pitched with a fork But today i got some red rags, i brought some Piru damu's thats ready to leave ya blood in a bayou machete line and that'll be all you get no Ken or [?] just a hospital bed with a pissy cup beside you hit you with all lefts I swear to God i'll put my right hand on the bible I chalk you out without the blackboard ya life is on fast forward you wanted it so you got this a** whoopin cuz you asked for it, i'll slap the sh** out of you with the same intensity as LeBron slappin' somebody sh** up against the backboard Now you ungreatful muthaf**a, you should learn to say thank you Ars for this million views I'mma earn today, and to show my appreciation here's some ounces for you to burn away, I came to Detroit I'm thinkin' thats the type of sh** im expecting for you to turn and say, I'mma turn away, burn a J, and say alright alright alright muthaf**a now you gon learn today Now you was suppose to wake up this morning brush your teeth and take ya vitamins, put on your suit & tie and search to see who is hiring On every job application its a box for occupation yours will read on Loaded's dick trying to bring Lux his out of retirement, I dont think thats cool tho, and i also think you know me and Lux in the league you wouldn't even make it to Juco Remember Ice gave Rex aka Tango some FaceTime with a two blow well I'mma do the same sh** to you bro and broadcast it on Oovoo, no not Oovoo Smack im searchin for a new show, n***a my spanish fans love you too send this battle to Telemundo Make sure they close caption the lyrics cuz I'mma get on the mic Joe Jackson his parents bury his body snatch out his soul im even toe tagging ya spirit Now last Smack no joking I f**ed you up on some G sh**, now I'mma do it again in yo city and call it the beat yo a** in the D mix, then I'mma break the alphabet down for you n***a on some street sh**, like A,B, i'll rock yo b**h boat until she sea/C sick, my D, E, don't play no efFing, games on some G sh** i'll rob you while you getting H,I, steal ya J's on some thief sh**, I let off that K twisting up a L on some sweet sh** them think about M's while I'm headed back to N,O, on some f**in Master P sh** quick Q, S then Who are you? A fraud geek walking around with that S on your chest that stand for small feet I got big guns choppers on deck with long beats i got cali dro with the real Calicoe tucked under that long T, So if you even think about a victory or a W I'mma X you out why? To let them f**in them Z's hover you I'll put you to sleep n***a my bars really trouble you, and being Ars just for a day is somethin you'd love to do That was an alphabetical order slaughter my shooter starvin' they'll k** your daughter daughters for a plate of steak and a quart of water, you ol lame a** n***a Toranio is his name a** n***a type to get a nose ring a** n***a Young Calicoe defines fake a** n***a type to let Maff touch all on his face a** n***a I"ll break every bone in yo jaw an make sure you never eat again, I swear to God im done with the written now I'm just off the top I don't ever need a pen, did't you just die last round now you want yo a** beat again, you like who, what, where, why you really need a win You wouldn't impress me if you had elven kidneys and said to me heaven sent me, had as much money as Floyd Maywhether and all of Ray J's seven Bentleys, these n***as in this crowd would be stupid to bet against me, my bars go way over most n***as heads it dougie it funny they never get me You already know how I feel Smack I finally came to Detroit, Cuz I wasn't gon get k**ed Smack But its a difference between metaphors and real rap, Calicoe you still a little pup n***a so chill Scrap