Arsonal vs. Real Sikh URLtv (Ft. Arsonal & Real Sikh)

[Round 1: Real Sikh]
These guys who top vets be tryna not prep
He wouldn't sign the dot unless the rounds was two minutes and thirty seconds but I ain't shocked yet
'Cause usually, when people hear the news they got Sikh, they start to worry how much time they got left
Two minutes and thirty—?
That's tournament rule-worthy
This 'pposed to be who the dopest in New Jersey
You seen my last 3–0? Yeah, at NOME, I did dude dirty
So time limit or not, I'm goin' for two thirties
This ain't no sorta gimmick
My scripture says I gotta stay armed
I only started grippin' whеn I got more religious
Hit ya family first, muzzle on thе can I burst
It's fire but it can't be heard... like Danny's third!
It's classic as a golden era tape
You nowhere near as safe
That's a story that my forty never ate
On a stretcher while ya dome'll marinate
Said, "Bring Arsonal outside." Now, he's in a open carry state
I'ma flip on this bitch and switch into this
(That's only sixty seconds.) I'm gettin' real sick-a this shit!
To murder him, I get close wit' a burner then I tip-toe
I could pass any magazine that's perfect if I miss, though
I'm learnin' what the clip hold
While he worried 'bout two thirties, I'm tryna see the perks of an extendo
Hand-a God, I'm Beast Mode
Get a Panasonic camera on another catastrophic Danny Myers 3–0
Plan a call and he smoked
I could get Arsonal by diallin' a number like a Grand Theft Auto cheat code
Make it do what it do
Losin' my cool
Let it loose when I shoot at a roof and get a medulla removed
Cruisin' through ya crew by usin' tools I used in my youth
Bullets like ya first language: they flew into you
Who you be?
Zab Judah: move's too clean
Got cuckoo speed
That's doot-doot, boom-boom-bink
A deuce-deuce weak
I was told, in life, you gotta pull ya own weight so I use .223s
I got time
Drive-by, cha cha slide
Shout to Red; I got that [?]
Kill him on the turnpike and do a [?]-nine-five
Freestyle 'bout him dyin' on the I-95
"Hahaha!"
Laughin' and— (Fuck, I got thirty sec—?)
Laughinbutgettinmadatoneathewackesta— nah, I'm playin'
Laughin' but gettin' mad at one-a the wackest-a legends
I'm packin' a metal to have him dead and be clappin' the lead at the back of his head
That get ejected
You saw his brain like {snaps his fingers} this; that's a matter-a seconds
Them racist terrorist raps is nothin'
Fuck is Arsonal to weapons-a mass destruction?
Hundred... guns get... pulled and it's tragic
You battled the old Hollow wit' the coat? I got a full metal jacket!
Jersey!