LYRICS 

You gotta respect more 
Tell me why you tryna get me upset more 
I'm on a high bronco gidiyup yes horse 
I had to get myself up off the wet floors 
I layed brick brick 
Built my confidence (dence)
How did I get this lit 
Fire in a drenched wind 
Underdog, bite no bark 
Think they hard, skin is croc's 
Metal skin ain't making you immortal look at tony stark 
I been kicked, I been tossed 
Hit with a bat so imma ball 
Sooner or later, snatch the ground from my feet but I won't fall 
Stab you fist you 
Stabber Jabber 
Never compare us to local rappers 
you better act like you know the statue 
They call me Arsy the vocal master 
Niggas they know that my flow's disaster 
Rappers for lunch and coke for beverage 
They never catchin me nowhere near average 
Never stoppin as we grow forever

yeah i cut you off and i feel no regret 
they don’t want us on it cause these fuckers pressed 
me and arson on it sound like fucking hell 
to show face at your show it cost a big cheque 
nikey in these bitches how i keep in check 
big bands ? what i manifest 
if you aint with it too keep your distance 
instant , i say with my chest 

feature price just doubled up and you can not afford yuh 
i made out the city now they love me thats the cause yuh 
every show im at i murk and leave it in applaud yah 
 run it up than count it up , and most you niggas don’t yuh

knock that kitty lights out 
she hates me in the day time 
but loves me in the night time 
no bitch we can not pipe down

BEATBOX “FREESTYLE”

LYRICS 

i been fed up, niggas anxious 
you won’t get that A i swear , do not test us 
tossed a tantrum , lost his focus
i knocked that nigga lights out , where’s his conscious? 
check the numbers, yeah thats on us 
imma make that ten mil , im being honest
can’t afford us, clique a fortress
they would buss the trigger for me man regardless
let him tussle, he’ll kiss my knucle 
blast at me like 40 rhymes , you in trouble 
yeah reshuffle yeah the puzzle 
my face still showing, you can not rebutle

i bring em hell yuh huh
bring em hell yuh yuh
bring em hell yuh yuh
i bring em hell yuh huh
bring em hell yuh yuh
bring em hell yuh yuh
i bring em 
i bring em 
i being em hell

Like we playing the floor is fire uh 
Satan in normal attire uh 
Roll forever never tire uh 
I'm high like a note from mariah eeeh
Put you on trap shit rap shit punk shit 
Boy its all sadness madness fun shit 
Chasin' them racks like a baby that suck tits uh 
Manifestin everything that I wanted
they got me feelin A and L is like one in a trilli really 
Ambidextrous gunnin', 
A itty bitty of my skill is a hunnid percent of bitchy ass rappers that can't even step to this fucking land mine 
Boy you claimin' what ? Im the landlord boy this land's mine 
Flow factory 
How I do it? I donni what u askin me 
I be clueless as a dumb toddler be 
Never get washed cause I'm not crockery (no way no way)
No stopping me 
Think I was made in a damn laboratory 
Programmed to bring em some bad anarchy 
I dont know where I get all this energy

NOTFAIRNOTFAIR (prod+ menttonii)

LYRICS 


attention
don’t do this shit for the same shit niggas are doing it
wait what ? money the reason i wake up
attention
i am the leader like kim yong
i run the league that you in son
i went all quiet you thought i was dead 
 when i came back you nigga dissmissed the front

it ran off ? it ran huh
we told em on cc that we next up 
can not dismantle me from what i want 
i need all of this money and love WTF 
urghhh cannot be tamed (i can’t)
was trapped in a dark place now im off these chains 
we’re not the same
i’ll whip that blade out and leave him bloodstained

ay , ay , ay , hurghh
ay , ay , ay , hurghh 

You fuck with my shit, here's my turd, fuck it 
You kissing my butt and you slurp sucking  I fuck with supporters for sure
love and Appreciate, hate let it burn 
up in a furnace with all of your species, leaches
Call me a dick I'm a penis weener 
thinkin bout hangin with me and stefan 
But we are out of your league la liga 

Started from a lame but how'd I get far 
What you rap for? 
You cool without your wack bars 
Still do not see 
We got different reasons 
For spittin and screamin 
I'm wrippin and tearin 
Out pages cause I want this shit to be perfect 
Not even a little bit shit like your verses 
They want us to carry em just like a purse cause 
We'll get to the top cause we freakin deserve it 

But we leave em behind 
Get in the palace and shut all the blinds 
You gotta get yours and I gotta get mine 
You gotta get yours and I gotta get mine

WE’RE NOT THE SAME (prod+ crxww)

LYRICS

Heart full of regrets
How you tryna tell me that you still a mess 
I said I was fine cause I don’t want you to fret 
Cold world , my love kinda feeling like death 
Heart full of regrets
I said I was fine cause I don’t want you to fret 
it’s a cold world , life feeling like death
I said I was fine cause I don’t want you to fret 

Hold me close don’t you let let go 
You the only rose that my eyes show
My only light prior nightfall
My thornless stem when i hold to 
I tried to move on 
“Really ? what’s wrong?” 
I couldn’t withdraw, you like the lines to my song
My only love song, I guess it got prone
Even though i’m toxic you don’t want me gone
Promise you i know 
What it feels like to feel like you not loved 
I been thru it i was lost till you came along 
Now everything is fine like you said it would

Heart full of regrets
How you tryna tell me that you still a mess 
I said i was fine cause I don’t want you to fret 
Cold world , my love kinda feeling like death 
Heart full of regrets
I said I was fine cause I don’t want you to fret 
it’s a cold world , life feeling like death
I said I was fine cause I don’t want you to fret 

Hold me I need to be your arms
Only God knows how long 
I can hold on 
I can go on 
I can go on

REGRETS [PROD. TQMADEIT]

LYRICS 

Urgh I want em diamonds and whips 
A45 with the brace
dismounting the throttle ? no way 

Chase the money, chase the money 
Chase the money, chase the money 
Chase the money , chase th uh
Chase the money uh, chase the uh 
chase the uh like its running 

Chase the money , chase the money 
Chase the money , chase the money 
Chase the money , chase the money
Chase the uh like its running

Dollar dollar in my eyes 
Dollar the only thing thats on my mind 
I want the riches sick of getting by 
Chill in a phantom with bitches getting high

Dollar dollar in my eyes 
Dollar the only thing thats on my mind 
I want the riches sick of getting by 
Chill in a phantom with bitches getting high

I’m on my way to riches yuh 
Speed racing pass destination yuh
I’ll rock that gucci and fendi yuh 
Still do not with that talk lil bitch like yuh 
Imma get it imma be on the top dawg 
Top 10 list we be top 1 , wassup 
Still of that gin with no dash bitch im fucked up
Running around headless, we dropping em classics

Urghh , I want em diamonds and whips 
A45 with the brace
dismounting the throttle ? no way 
i need a crib at estate 
for breakfast i’ll chew on a steak
caught out of place, born too stacked


Chase the money, chase the money 
Chase the money, chase the money 
Chase the money , chase th uh
Chase the money uh, chase the uh 
chase the uh like its running 

Chase the money , chase the money 
Chase the money , chase the money 
Chase the money , chase the money
Chase the uh like its running

RIP BEN FRANKL!N (prod+ crxww)

LYRICS 

Whats the price we pay, don’t we bleed the same ? 
Fist fight I walked out you carried away
Throw at me the hate I whip out the 48 
caught the bullets w his chest, call him lionel 
The body levitate , whats left a messy case
A fucking bloody basin that body bleeding from his face 
Got you out of play , got you out of place
It’s still A&L niggas cannot be replaced 
Yeah we talk loud we like that heavy
I will Slipknot we’re not your kind we mental
I’m still fed up the treatment presidential
How I run this screamo thing treat me presidential 

It’s getting way too much 
It’s getting way too much
It’s getting way too much 
It’s getting way too much
It’s getting way too much 
It’s getting way too much
Can’t deal the pressure hand my gun quick lemmme end it all
It’s getting way too much 
It’s getting way too much
It’s getting way too much 
It’s getting way too much
It’s getting way too much 
It’s getting way too much
Can’t deal the pressure hand my gun quick lemme end it all

I keep my care at a minimal 
They start I end em all my ops so pitiful ayy 
You ain’t a snake in the grass 
You a snake in the pavement the clearest of visuals ay
Chop chop chop like sausage
AK non stop shots that’s carnage 
Mayday dot dot dot thats off with 
Your like 'fore you can even call for help ay 
Niggas funny like dave chappelle ay
My skill nicer than Montreal ay
Feed em dust like I'm Tinkerbell ay
No one harder than A and L ay
No threat from the competition
Opposition accuse me of non consistence now you bitchin 
I'm bombin and droppin hits and 
Coffins with em okay okay okay oh kay 
They forget how I bring em hell ay
All the pain and the envy felt ay
On the edge and they freakin fell ay
All the weight it was, it was getting way too much

It’s getting way too much 
It’s getting way too much
It’s getting way too much 
It’s getting way too much
It’s getting way too much 
It’s getting way too much
It’s getting way too much

KURT KARNAGE [PROD. 808SALLIE]

we could feat. sean8laxk (prod+ menttonii)

LYRICS

21 GUNS LIKE GREEN DAY, SAVAGE 
YOU THINK THAT YOU BETTER THAN WHO ? THAT'S MADNESS 
A AND L SLICE EM AND DICE EM LIKE CABBAGE
NICE WITH THE RHYMES, FUCK IT UP I'M A RAP - IST
LISTEN WATCH THE PLOT THICKEN 
PUSSYBOY CLAIM THE HE IS WHAT HE ISN'T 
STOP IT WIT THE GAMES YOU AIN'T DOWN WITH THE VISION
I COULD SEE THROUGH THAT WALL LIKE A WIZARD 
ARSY IN THE CUT LIKE A SCISSOR, YOU CAN BLOW ME LIKE A BLIZZARD
WE THE SHIT THE, TRUTH IS SOUR AS A FIZZER 
I'M PISSED THE FUCK OFF 
SO FUCK OFF 
ALL OF Y'ALL NIGGAS ARE AS REAL AS A KNOCK OFF


WHAT IT POSSED TO MEAN WHEN I GET ALL THIS CREDIT 
CLOSE TO RICHES ALL HAIL TRIPLE 777 
IF THIS DON’T WORK THAN I’LL BE LOST AND STRANDED 
HELL FROM ME AND HEAVEN TO YOUR EARS AY 
HE WAS TALKING NOW HE MIA 
FOKKEN POESED HIM OP CAUSE SHIT HE SAID 
GOT TO ME AND I WAS LOSING SANE 
UPED THE BLADE THAT LET HIS BLOODSHED 

UPED THE BLADE THAT LET HIS BLOODSHED 
SURGICAL LIKE IM FROM COMPTON 
DOCTOR DRE WITH THE CONCEPT 
I AIN’T NO WHIP SO DON’T START SHIT

21-GUNS [PROD. MYSTXRY] (LYRICS IN DESC.)

PETITE AUTISTIC WHITE GIRL CHOKES ON BBC (PROD. REITER)

SKINDIAMOND BONDAGE [PROD. KYOKI X FLESHER]

DISSARAYED OUT IN ALL PLATFORMS. 
 
LINK: tinyurl.com/dissarayed 


LYRICS

Bull's eye on your fucking bitch ass
No I won't miss that
You respect arson and loner or you get bitch slapped
You spit raps and think you can do this
You know that shit's wack
Come to my shows with a note book when the Pit's stacked
Listen to all of this knowledge that I'm offering
We spit these hard bars as if
Its easy as some common sense
We bomb as if Sadam is in the metropolis
I told 'em that we ain't no fucking humans man
We dominant, I promised them
Alien they try to grab and hawl me
To the laboratory to study my brain
But I turn 'em to freakin' ash ofcorse
He's pullin' out a strange contraption and they get blasted 40 times
As rapid as me spittin' these rhymes
Switchin' gears, I'm movin' passed ya shawdy
Get your hands up off me
I know that I'm fucking great but I
Won't allow all these rats to claw me
Looking for attention, they get violent when they done imploring
Alternate universe, I never thought I was that important
Flex my shit can't tell me this that
Paved my way no put ons these facts
Run to the money I'm about the fucking big bag
Usain tracks on set I'm a beast bad
Flex my shit, can't tell me this that
Paved my way, no put ons these facts
Run to the money I'm about the fucking big bag
Usain tracks, on set I'm a beast bad
Their plays a myth these nigga faking
On our selfish shit over we taking
No side kick shit, fuck what they saying
They claiming they can do better I see them failing
They tailing every fucking we move menuver
Glock got rhymes and punchlines won't miss ya
Rap till it glitches
I fist up untooth ya, a fight to death
I'll lay dead lil nigga
Back from the dead like I'm jigsaw
Wrapped up
Bout to fuck the game till it's back sore
And if not
'Bout to rob these niggas and a glock invovled
Headshot, deadshot, cleared off
I dont wanna hear none
Fucked up, ginned up
Siping till I fade off
I'm hot you not all ya work a big flop
About to snatch 'em chains, and their fame that's a tip off
Wrist on work and my dick too can't stop (go, go)
Yeah, yeah can't stop
Got my wrist on work and I can't stop (go, go)
I can't stop
Wrist on work and I can't stop

SKINDIAMOND BONDAGE [PROD. KYOKI X FLESHER]

ARSXN&LXNER (@arsonandloner)

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