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black ice cartel - arsonal vs qleen paper كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: qp]
i said dog, listen dog
welcome back to the midwest, ars
on some real sh-t, i didn’t even expect you to be standin’ in this b-tch with me
but start panickin’ n-gga, i might have trick with me
yeah, now i know you done heard that sh-t from a lot of lips
but you ain’t hear it from my lips, sissy
on my hood, i was in the building when they asked you if you know suge
b-tch you shook yo head head like it was a no good
and that sh-t shifty
now uncle trick run the d
he got a lot of goons and that’s a big city
but f-ck denyin’ my brother, n-gga we woulda had to get busy!
ayy, ray swag… ask me if i know x
ask me if i know miles, ask me if i know cash
you said you was gonna ask me if i know cal
i ain’t about to tell that man, no n-gga, that’s yo style
all them n-ggas my n-ggas and b-tch it can go down!
that n-gga hazhy told me about when you sent that n-gga up there to knock me out
how come i ain’t get off’d right then?
you sent your goon to come k!ll me
i ain’t die and he’s still alive, how that’s boss life then?
when i came to that state you let that false life end
we put our back to the bricks and we talk like men
and that’s the real f-ckin’ story
b-tch boy runnin’ around with his emotional thug issues
this some battle rap sh-t, dog
personally, i’m not about to hold no grudge with you
i give a f-ck if a bug bit you, you little f-dg-sicle
just don’t f-ck with me, ’cause i love pistols
now i peep you keep about two or three bloods with you
that’s cool, i got a mak-90 y’all gon see rip out scud missiles
and every blood with you gon bleed blood with you
all that gun smokin’ will i have his lungs open like bud crystals
30 out that 40 or a couple pokes from that knife
will have you pourin’ out that pipe like you got mud with you
now let me guess…
when you ain’t pedicure toed glossed stepping or cross dressin’
what, you in the hood clutchin’ eagles probably?
n-gga get the f-ck on!
i’m […] and all my f-ckin’ people follow me
but pause this sh-t for a minute
and let me know if i’m f-ckin’ speakin’ properly
’cause i heard that n-gga treach own uw
so basically you livin’ off of other people property!
speakin’ of that, i know why they call yo league uw
’cause against that n-gga hollow da don and tech-9
we heard bars that you double used
he told everybody in jersey that he checked out on me
let’s say that did happen
if that’s the truth dog, that just go to prove
that this n-gga ain’t even about big action
’cause i ain’t sayin’ you gotta k!ll a n-gga, but if it’s problems like that i’ma at least steal a n-gga and leave the kid nappin’
that’s crazy, right?
’cause when you steal a n-gga that’s a kidnappin’
you showed up on twitter about me whippin’ out the phone
but the other day me and my n-gga watched your battle with charron, he like “i hope he k!ll the white boy.”
i’m like “n-gga, i hope he k!ll the white boy with you!”
soon as i thought you was about to zone out i got hype for a little
’cause i thought you was finna go your own route
here he go d-ck suckin’, pull one of my moves
and whip the f-ckin’ phone out
he let you choose like “knife or a pistol”
and y’all believin’ this f-g n-gga? just like them comedian–ss n-ggas, lettin’ them white boys b-tch you!
this n-gga ars think he about to school a n-gga
so now i got to teach yo -ss
i might pull that mag out, hollow heat seek yo -ss
ayy, paul george, for that clown sh-t you said
in person i wanna meet yo -ss
’cause i’ma do you like the nba did him and use the heat to beat yo -ss! light work!

[round 1: arsonal]
once again i’m here, in another n-gga state
on another n-gga stage, up in another n-gga face
now they say when you love someone, dog
you supposed to put a ring on it
well i love my strap, that b-tch ring so much
it need its own answer machine on it
she ain’t ever let me down
in her hole i shove a banana if she want it
that b-tch jam, i’m takin’ the bullets out
and i’m slammin’ him clean on it
’cause your effort poor
you ain’t a royal vice lord, so what you reppin’ for?
gun to his head like “say it again!”
like pinky told craig in the record store
n-ggas gave him five hundred to battle
and got him thinkin’ less is more
closest you’ll ever get to bein’ king is playin’ tekken 4
yeah i’m crippin’, i’m young nipsey of the game
clean, for real? you shoulda let dinghy be the name
yo b-tch i f her up and down, my nickname fendi to the dame
i’ll have your whole body in a black plastic bag
you’ll be lookin’ like missy in the ring
i drive through, window rolled down, semi to his frame
and leave junior bakin’, i just ordered wendy’s on the lane
now let me guess, yo gun so big dog
that it needs its own zip code
well my gun so regular dog
it shoot hollow tips that leave big holes
you the type of n-gga midway through the conversation
you hit a n-gga with the sniff nose
implyin’ that what you buyin’ and supplyin’ need to go get those
he really fiend, he wanna get high, scope him a willie bean
you’ll never be top tier, you bankin’ on an empty dream
i’ll define pupil to show y’all what i really mean
a upper cut will have his brim to the sky lookin’ like sidney dean!
i hate you, n-gga, and i put that on a n-z- flag
i leave holes in qleen face to have him lookin’ like a hockey mask
y’all know how i predicted this battle will be a body bag?
’cause these lines all over the place: i’m like a liar takin’ a polygraph
i’ma show you how to break down bricks: no karate cl-ss
put your face on a shirt and this ain’t no versace ad
you ain’t never on wax, you done made mr. miyagi mad
i catch him i stretch him, turn the stage to a pilates cl-ss
anton tyler died right after the slam, so you the sixth man
i’ll give qp a buck fifty and i’m only purchasin’ six grams
i’m ar and i keep a ar, after that cl!ck blam
i’ll sit that b-tch in the corner and use the clip for the kickstand
a banana clip shootin’ out the cannon: f-ck the camera sh-t!
my trigger finger naughty, it ain’t never makin’ santa’s list
you shoot up and you sniff
against kannon, that sh-t was a disaster, you forgot everything you was gonna say and didn’t even hit the cannabis
now this sh-t here is a wrap: that’s a doobie, dude
i’ve been gettin’ 5k for a battle since a newbie, dude
call my new orleans n-ggas to feast, now you truly food
’cause once them n-ggas from nolia clap you gettin’ hootie hoo’d
i’ll take a hammer, put a nail in his coffin
that’s what i do with tools
you’ll think h-ll rell got that eviction notice
i’ll make that ruger move
your b-tch treat my d-ck like a t–thing toy: all she do is drool
both hands on it, look like she tryna complete a rubik’s cube!
she cold-hearted n-gga, she suck d-ck daily without her carin’
i can’t look down while she toppin’ me off without her starin’
i mean i gang bang, so we g-ngb-ng mean i’m doin’ a lot of sharin’
you started as a pg under 13, not admitted without your parent
i ain’t the boy who cried wolf
y’all think i’m bluffin’ i’ma k!ll him
i keep a power tool, once i press the b-tton i’ma drill him
knock every cavity outside his mouth
and tell his dentist i’m chinx drugz
what that mean dog? i can give a f-ck about your feelings
i wasn’t tryin’ to trick y’all
sh-t y’all, in detroit the n-gga big y’all
he a pg n-gga tryin’ to cross over: he think he chris paul
one quick call get him hit y’all, blood stains all over his wall
but y’all can’t seen him until a black light hit him, they like a lint ball
i’ll tell you to your face n-gga
you can suck my d-ck and these big b-lls!
insert a quick pause
and then knock the n-gga out for gettin’ involved
my sh-t is real, my sh-t is raw, my sh-t is authentic
you can’t spell ‘bars’ without puttin’ that ars in it!

[round 2: qp]
i said this ain’t even no battle dog
this just a real n-gga preachin’ to get his point across
n-gga this church, first round, i’d discuss some real sh-t with y’all
do a little bit of bars—it’s finna get worse
but before i get into that dog
i’m still on that one sh-t about when you sent your mans up there to get me and i ain’t get hurt
i don’t understand that
’cause i was with m. ciddy, i wasn’t with suge, i wasn’t with surf
i mean help me out ’cause i’m just tryna figure out
out in jersey how this sh-t work
’cause since when do a crip send a blood to put in crip work?
that’s why i don’t respect you ars
that n-gga smack shoulda left you where he let you start
on my mama, you’s a b-tch, i don’t respect you ars
that n-gga treach shoulda let you starve
break up out all that street sh-t you try to stress too hard
now this cocoa b-tter clip i palm’ll stretch you mark
you a grape right? you’s a grape right?
always see you with bloods, never cuz
that sh-t is wild and crazy kid
everybody in here know he ain’t dumpin’ no tec’s
you for d-mn sure ain’t get jumped in no set
so where you get your purple rag from? off wild and crazy kids?
man, this grape i smoke got more purp than you
and you ain’t even worth a dutch, you thirsty f-ck
y’all got him juiced thinkin’ this nerd be tough
i’m just here to show sonny the light (sunny delight’s)
since he always off that purple stuff
n-gga you’ll get blew across yo blue shield
b-tch you better have a healthy plan
i’m tryna tell him fam
it’s funny, behind these bars he’s tryna get every cell he can
you’s a grape right?
it make sense ’cause every time they mention jail he jam (jelly jam)
let your mans ray swag woulda pull some sh-t like that with one of my dogs
n-gga it woulda been a big riot, a lot of gunplay
this ain’t no airport runway, so ain’t sh-t flyin’
it’s gon’ be a clack clack boom, then everybody in this b-tch silent
while you over there actin’ all grimmish, claimin’ all that purple
knowin’ d-mn well he ain’t gon get violent (violet)
you a grape right? you’s a grape right?
you knew you was gonna get crushed
ain’t no need for the whinin’, b-tch
i squirt and bang, make purple rain
but they can’t find the prints (prince)
i ain’t bring no 9’s and sh-t
i got a scope so i can find and hit
y’all know how it go, the softest grape on the vine get picked
who in this b-tch wanna smoke?
you? you? f-ck it, you want some lit purple?
’cause that’s exactly what’s about to happen
i’m burnin’ everybody in this b-tch circle
blue and red, now explain that to me
y’all gon’ say y’all hang together ’cause this gang bang sh-t purple
n-gga f-ck that, it make sense why you claim that grape sh-t
’cause when you mix blue and red you get purple
as far as this battle rap sh-t go
i can see how y’all comparin’ us out
but as far as life, i took the real n-gga road
he ain’t steerin’ that route
this cartoon character swag, boy you wearin’ it out
i dare you, get hard, i play with drums, he bringin’ clarinets out
no, i said i got guitars, i’m bringin’ drums, b-tch i’m clearin’ it out!
that fat–ss ruger b-tch with the ruler clip
i bet that’ll learn him now
or that 223 with the scope, i ain’t even gotta lurk around
i’m hittin’ him too with surf around
think of haze ounce how i break this purple circle down
by this time y’all should be thinkin’ how a lot of my bars has somethin’ to do with purple now
’cause it’s purple rain gang, that’s my squad
so i had to do a purple round
you, mad wack
but in the midst of all that real sh-t i just spit some mad facts
but f-ck the bullsh-t, you can have that
third round i’ma tell you what i’m mad at

[round 2: arsonal]
you know how i know i’m yo b-tch daddy, dog?
’cause yo b-tch call me “daddy” dog
in front of her daddy, dog
he knows she be referrin’ to me and he ain’t mad at all
that’s how i know i’m yo b-tch daddy dog
i say you f-ckin’ right, she said “you f-ckin’ right”
then that convo get out of content
but that b-tch ain’t nowhere close to a dime
so that’s some nonsense
that b-tch ain’t nowhere close to a dime, so that’s some 9 cents
here’s a penny for your thoughts
let that simmer down on your conscience
now you said: you got qp, heartless, remy, 100 bulletz, innuendo
nah, qp get heartless off that remy
i put a 100 bullets in ya window
i said d-mn, but right after that battle
you went and joined innuendo
so either this sh-t a joke or the real qp sprinkled some c0ke in your window
i’m sayin now innuendo got two qp’s
that’s a half a pound and some remy
the same 100 bulletz he tried to shove in that civic
a n-gga named heartless that represent the weak s.o.n.s. tour
and a b-tch named bonnie
that can suck peanut b-tter through a caprisun straw
and that’s your clique right?
them the n-ggas you gettin’ old with?
well this stage can be your die area (diarrhea)
that mean the whole sh-t
this steel here bang at that negro league wheelchair gang
what that mean dog? i’m hittin’ every n-gga you roll with
now let’s attack yo demographic
leather pants defendin’ f-ggots
you’re the furthest thing from straight
my n-gga, you bendin’ backwards
this sh-t is tragic, that’s the circle of love you interact with?
young kannon scarred you, went threw salt in your wound
well i’m finna patch it, dress you nice but you slackin’
what’s in your jeans (genes) don’t match your jacket
your chromosomes now xy and i put f-ggots into caskets
now slow it down, i just—nah, go long so you can catch it
’cause i’ma bring it back, break it down, watch the reaction
said i’ma patch it, your dress shoes nice but you slackin’
your jeans (genes) don’t match your jacket
you ain’t suited up like the average
this the funeral that he wanted, i let him have it
the chrome was on and he got x’d, why?
’cause i put f-ggots into caskets
you went long so you can catch it
you caught it but they flagged it
penalty on the play so now i gotta bring it backwards
my name alone attract views, why is that? i give ’em cl-ssics
quality over quant-ty, attack it with different tactics
they say who the best in the midwest?
calicoe, hitman or that f-ggot?
a.k.a. verb, oh see the answer to that is my n-gga magic
he’s the newest and the smartest
better than all you n-ggas there
it’s funny it took a midwest n-gga named magic to make all of you disappear
i was told i can’t step pinky toe past the midwest
i’m like who’s stoppin’ me?
i got a extendo banana, my clip shaped like a apostrophe
the way i see it, n-ggas lied to me, obviously
’cause i done skipped to detroit and landed on qleen property
like an ongoin’ game of monopoly
you’re movin’ backwards, chill
your career got the bumper to bumper traffic feel
you got a stack for real?
you here on behalf of the “i live two states over and i could drive there” package deal
your total view count on your last battle don’t add up to my half a mills
you keep talkin’ out your p-ssy lips
and you gon get your vagi sealed (vagisil)
i started off with my twenty-two, cl!ck cl!ck cl!ck, a lil wrist action
i tried to shove a 40 clip with a 32, i was mismatchin’
i shot rockets, missiles, grenade launchers, that was just practice
now i’m comfortable around miss gracie, what that mean dog?
in other words i’m used to them big ratchets
i don’t toss that, move out the way and let my brother clap
hand off the little .22, lil quick pitch to the runnin’ back
you know what i wanted to ask you dog? where your mother at?
’cause that p-ssy makes noise when it’s drippin’
now that’s a thundercat
you make n-ggas laugh, you make n-ggas laugh qleen
i make n-ggas feel bad, real bad
i slap the sh-t out your real dad
real fast, in broad daylight (daylyt) with a quill mask
brenda baby all grown up but he still trash
now i got n-ggas in the crowd
who pay not to see a battle, they goal is flip
n-ggas got a fourth grade education but can load a fifth
your whole goal is to battle, my goal is flip
y’all gon’ think i was kendrick lamar
with a private dancer how i control the strip
i told this b-tch, this n-gga ain’t cold, ice, he cold as sh-t
take the “c” away from cold: that n-gga old as sh-t
this promotin’ b-tch tried to load his disc
his cd got tossed out the window like latifah in set it off
i’m cleo every time she stole a whip
don’t n0body want to hear that sh-t
my sh-t is real, my sh-t is raw, my sh-t is authentic
you can’t spell ‘bars’ without puttin’ that ars in it

[round 3: qp]
this some sh-t that i got in chest and i gotta stress it
you think you cold? i’m lookin’ at this problem we got like wrinkled clothes: i gotta press it
’cause ever since that hitman holla session
you just been… not impressive
i’m the real deal, he tried to show me how school works so i gotta check it
he might be bigger and older, so? the harder he can fall
all snitches get st-tches, i know it’s hard to be the law
i catch him in the a in his dodge bangin’ tha carter in his car
i slide up, let that chrome spread
y’all gon’ think his f-ckin’ phone dead
how i put his charger in the wall
now it’s crazy, at the beginning of your name we see a-r
’cause against jusjuice i did the scheme with the c-a-r’s
but f-ck it, you finna get the replay ars
i pull up, you gon’ see eight c-a-r’s
n-ggas hoppin’ out, no k’s, you just see ar’s
i tell them bros start clappin’ when they see a-rs
and give him the business like rappers when they see ar’s (a&r’s)
it’s vice lord in here b-tch
i say it’s vice lords in here b-tch
i get you f-cked up with one lil word
boy you better calm your lil nerve
if we face off it’s baseball, i’ma slide and throw a lil’ curve
or give my lil dog a lil sherm
’cause my youngins ain’t shy about rackin (chiraq) n-gga, lil herb
i know i’m blazin’, b-tch
you know i would tell you to fan yo self
but it’s only right you wave for me ’cause you’s a f-ckin’ fan yo self
got b-tch on cam in front of your fans?
n-gga you should blam yourself!
i know you ain’t gon’ stand for none of your mans
’cause due to that b-tch you did in the d
you can’t even stand yourself
now what’s your angle? every round you shootin’ a drum?
or i ain’t got a 3rd, i be chokin’ and i be jokin’
how everybody usually come?
well in my hood, we don’t talk, i ain’t used to the tongue
so f-ck a 3rd round cause you only need one when you usin’ a gun
hold this, i don’t need it
lil n-ggas like you can’t hang round me
we got rpg issues, f-ck that tre pound beef
i truly doubt that you know about that lay-down beef
that sh-t hard to sleep on like greyhound seats
i knew this dread-head b-tch–ss n-gga was gon’ try to play that crackhead role ’cause i sip lean
b-tch please, you’ll get these
but peep this scheme i jotted down
since he gon’ say i’m bobby brown that’s a big fiend
i guess i gotta crack heads with knees (whitney)
i don’t usually do them b-tch schemes
but i’m about to start one now
y’all need to keep the […]
i called his b-tch, ms. rebel, shot her a dm
she said y’all spark gun now
on the phone all on a n-gga d-ck
“qp, you in a location i ain’t far from and yo d-ck hard? come now!”
i f-cked the b-tch, got her pregnant
she called, i told the b-tch “you tryin’ to start somethin’ now…”
she said “qp, f-ck darell, this is our son now.”
i said “b-tch you trippin’, i’m dippin’, that’s ars’ son now!”
in this third round you might try to come with some sh-t from a b-tch–ss wanna be down -ss n-gga
or a rat–ss worthless b-tch that i ain’t even get personal with
probably my weak–ss baby mama
i thought that b-tch was real ’til i found out she’d slurp the cl-t
but i’m such a beast i gave that hoe to the streets and made her work the strip
we don’t do that he say/she say sh-t in the d
you better ask the last man, that’ll be your -ss, fam
for talkin’ garbage i shoot some sh-t that make you walk r-t-rded
i be in front of your house dumpin’ like a trash can
with a 9 throwaway glock: that’s a trashcan

[round 3: arsonal]
the contract came, qleen, why you cared to sign?
i was like f-ck it, battle rap is a puppet
controlled by this hand of mine
i said i’ll battle qleen, but here’s the grand design
he get paid $250, he gotta pay to get in and he gotta stand in line
the “say it again” fiend want my fame and the shine?
well, you can’t touch this
i’ma let ’em see (mc) that it’s hammer time
no silencers, no suppressors
i want it “quiet” when i speak to him
i put mr. potato head in front the barrel
and then push the beak through him
no question of how you live, the doctor add another piece to him
for slackin’, bend him in half with the iron, i’ll put a crease on him
snap on him, take tack on him, pull a strap on him
all you hear is “brrrr,” all you hear is “brrrr,” all you hear is “brrrr”
y’all gon’ think i called smack on him
one shot, they haul–ss, it’s like them n-ggas ran track for him
his jaw wired, all year he gon’ need a n-gga to rap for him
larkin bust, sig explode, yeah i toke the biggest load
a shoulder shot from a desert eagle leave you pigeon-toed
drop his body, lift your soul, throw him down a chimney hole
he’ll get a mug shot like he the n-gga in the prison pose
show him a k, see (kc) but i ain’t introducin’ kenneth cole
headb-tt him then hook the n-gga like a fishing pole
y’all know what’s gonna happen to this n-gga on this fine day?
one to the head, a clear shot
y’all gon’ think he was drinkin’ bombay
he a outkast, how you wanna battle rap big boi’s
but don’t make three stacks (3000)? you ain’t andré
that pistol explode, you at the end of the road next to wonye
y’all want gun bars, well i’ma give you gun bars, i let the 9 spray
you shoot, i shoot, “we be all night” like beyoncé
i drop down on one knee, let it ring and qleen the fiance
all i do is carry the heat, sound like somethin’ you hear lebron say
hands wrapped around your throat ’til your neck break
what’s dope is how you really sniff c0ke off a chef’s plate
just wait, drugs attack his heart, make his chest ache
claim to gettin’ how high ’til his face turn red man
tryin’ to schedule another meth date
bars n-gga! you’s a fiend n-gga!
only thing clean (qleen) is your alias
nothin’ about him is real even if he was israelian
his life’s a (a) lie (lie) and (n) that only mean that the kid’s alien
he rap, i then bury him
now let me ask you a serious f-ckin’ question
you spell clean with a q? is that what the cool boys do?
i mean you choke every battle dog
that’s somethin’ that the new boys do
a dirty n-gga named qleen, total opposite
i guess i gotta teach y’all about a oxymoron since you still a schoolboy q
now the sh-t i did to yung iii for real could land me jail time
they like “ars why you always rappin’ past the time limit?
what be goin’ through darell mind?”
well i’m a performer, you know i gotta sell mine
and i ain’t been on mysp-ce since ’08
i guess that’s why i really can’t tell time (tom)
keep the metal in his face like kano
your b-tch suck, i got your shawty lo, “dey know”
i put a x through cal, i cleaned miles before the day go
i’ll leave everybody in the d silent: that’s django
f-ck all of these, y’all wanna hear a gnarley scheme?
i run through that n-gga house like a charlie scheme
clap both sides of his face, bop! bop!
now you part of macaulay’s team
f-ck wrong with him?
you on the same drugs as charlie sheen
f-ck wrong with him?
he couldn’t even buy an outfit, he got on a cartel shirt
how the f-ck y’all gonna call him qleen (clean)?
f-ck wrong with him?
man, my sh-t is real, my sh-t is raw, my sh-t is authentic
you can’t spell ‘bars’ without puttin’ that ars in it

- black ice cartel

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