Arsonal vs. Calicoe URLtv (Ft. Arsonal & Calicoe)

[Round 1: Calicoe]
On the real, Smack, you finally had the battle in Detroit
Somebody about to get killed, Smack
I told niggas they was good if they came through
But to keep it real, Smack
Only thing I told my goons is don't kill Smack
See, I'm supposed to put them goons around Randy
But fuck it, Darrell can get it, ‘cause I know he can't stand me
I can improvise, pull out that swami, or I can slam him
But this clip is gon' feel like a hit from Laron Landry
See, fuck Darrell, because he staging an actor
Tsu Surf number one in Jersey, he just play as his back-up
But either one of them niggas get tough
I'ma 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
‘Cause every nigga in this crowd was waiting to gun him off
I'll smack everybody in your house
From your brother, sister, mother, dog
And the way I keep hittin' his daughter
You would think I was his son-in-law
Bitch nigga, always talkin' like you clap lead
Arsonal Da Rebel – one of the reasons that rap dead
Come to me on some coked-up shit
And you'll get a cracked head
You in Detroit, them Jersey niggas'll find you in the trap dead
I hustle every fuckin' 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'
‘Cause 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 that's how a Crip feel
And for not taking this battle as a big deal
You gon' end up battlin' in the Proving Grounds against Big Will
You in Detroit, you ain't got protection now
Chopper knock your section down
Grab him by his neck and drown
Hitman, out here we don't wait 'til the second round
Landslide, we been in the streets, I know you heard of that
I'm from Brightmoor where them young niggas'll serve you at
Or I can get my Joy Rd niggas to get you murdered, scrap
Tryin' to get a double cheeseburger from the Murder Mac
My Schoolcraft niggas will catch him at Universal
And my Dexter niggas, they do torture before they merk you
And that ain't even half of the niggas in Detroit that I fuck with
In other words, I ain't one of them niggas to be fucked with
I even got some Mexicans out in Southwest that'll cut shit
And some Vice Lords ridin', that's Qleen Paper and Luck, bitch
So once that black and gold rags
Wrap they black and crome mags
You a Grape Street Crip, right? It'll crack his whole crab
Hold on, no disrespect to the Crips though
I just hate niggas that's fakin'
‘Cause 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 niggas 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 your job and watch out before I bring Glock's out
If anybody say one word they get knocked out
They got me and my nigga Big T battlin' Crips
The URL feel like a league I'm 'bout to drop out
Because the only reason we over C's
Is ‘cause Lux and Mook was in a lock out
I know y'all tired of me speakin' on Lux and Mook
But fuck them fruits! Any battle rapper that purposely puts themselves below them is a dumb-ass nigga
Plus them niggas broke
I got more money than them bum-ass niggas
Last time I saw Lux at a battle he was talkin' lame
Bummy as fuck, smokin' a square
And when he left he caught the train
So I guess everything he say ain't slick
‘Cause we was in a whip
So the fastest way to Harlem ain't the A train, bitch! Landslide!