[Round 1: Pass]
They said, "Pass, we takin' this one to San Jose
You know it's like a close nit venue you can't just bring the whole city of Oakland witchu."
It's cool I don't need that
Cause my raps so official
I got an automatic mouthpiece so I speak like a loaded pistol, I throw the missile
See this is bad man, listen, this the ass whippin' Mistah Fab was supposed to give you
My nigga, I seen that shit wit' Mistah Fab
Fab a legend no question
But both you nigga's shit was trash, that shit was ass
Okay you say you travel, I'ma knock you off yo' pivot fast
Now sit coach, cause I'ma teach you 'bout this Town Business class
Liquor had these niggas gassed
My niggas quick to grip the Mag or hit you wit' the quicker jab
Or pull the blade now he ain't gotta hit the gym to rip his abs
You damn near 30 still bangin' that Crip rag man, that shit is sad
I'ma send him to 72nd and let my Mexican niggas split the Crab
Yo' music garbage, you not a dope artist
Seen yo' last three battles, boy you a choke artist
Your boy Rag Swag be standin' there every time watchin' you choke
Man you couldn't even toss him a water bottle or a throat lozenge?
Man that's yo' patna? That's yo' problem
I'm a cold hearted nigga, my nigga, I go harder
Doper than a coke harvest, cut it like a pro barber
A phone charger wouldn't keep yo' bars up boy, just go smarter
I'm a boss, I need an office though
You ain't hard boy, before you got chubby, you was soft as dough
Cause back in Oakland you was lookin' hella cautious bro, just walk and go
You not Arsonal, you Arsenio, that's just talk and show
I'm bored as shit with this sort of shit
That's why I had to travel and battle away from home all year, just for the sport of it
Change my habitat, reach my metamorphisis
Now my metaphors in this is buildin' fortresses
Floors above yours that's why you floored wit' this
The coroner caught your corpse is stiff when the rigor mortis hits
You can't come to where we from bruh, them corner's sick
They make you bite down on the double barrel, come off them quarter bricks
Now one shot and two holes in ya tongue like the Jordan Six
Man, you went to college? That's cool, man fuck college
You just an educated fool from an uneducated school, man you know stupid as fuck
Is Ars' serious nigga?
Man, oh yeah you say can't spell "bars without puttin' Ars' in it"
Shit befo' battle rap you prolly couldn't spell the word "bars" period, nigga
Town Business nigga
They said, "Pass, we takin' this one to San Jose
You know it's like a close nit venue you can't just bring the whole city of Oakland witchu."
It's cool I don't need that
Cause my raps so official
I got an automatic mouthpiece so I speak like a loaded pistol, I throw the missile
See this is bad man, listen, this the ass whippin' Mistah Fab was supposed to give you
My nigga, I seen that shit wit' Mistah Fab
Fab a legend no question
But both you nigga's shit was trash, that shit was ass
Okay you say you travel, I'ma knock you off yo' pivot fast
Now sit coach, cause I'ma teach you 'bout this Town Business class
Liquor had these niggas gassed
My niggas quick to grip the Mag or hit you wit' the quicker jab
Or pull the blade now he ain't gotta hit the gym to rip his abs
You damn near 30 still bangin' that Crip rag man, that shit is sad
I'ma send him to 72nd and let my Mexican niggas split the Crab
Yo' music garbage, you not a dope artist
Seen yo' last three battles, boy you a choke artist
Your boy Rag Swag be standin' there every time watchin' you choke
Man you couldn't even toss him a water bottle or a throat lozenge?
Man that's yo' patna? That's yo' problem
I'm a cold hearted nigga, my nigga, I go harder
Doper than a coke harvest, cut it like a pro barber
A phone charger wouldn't keep yo' bars up boy, just go smarter
I'm a boss, I need an office though
You ain't hard boy, before you got chubby, you was soft as dough
Cause back in Oakland you was lookin' hella cautious bro, just walk and go
You not Arsonal, you Arsenio, that's just talk and show
I'm bored as shit with this sort of shit
That's why I had to travel and battle away from home all year, just for the sport of it
Change my habitat, reach my metamorphisis
Now my metaphors in this is buildin' fortresses
Floors above yours that's why you floored wit' this
The coroner caught your corpse is stiff when the rigor mortis hits
You can't come to where we from bruh, them corner's sick
They make you bite down on the double barrel, come off them quarter bricks
Now one shot and two holes in ya tongue like the Jordan Six
Man, you went to college? That's cool, man fuck college
You just an educated fool from an uneducated school, man you know stupid as fuck
Is Ars' serious nigga?
Man, oh yeah you say can't spell "bars without puttin' Ars' in it"
Shit befo' battle rap you prolly couldn't spell the word "bars" period, nigga
Town Business nigga
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