Aye Verb vs. Tsu Surf lyrics

[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
The very, very, very first thing I heard when I touched down, is Surf, the Midwest grooving
That’s something I couldn’t wait for
Now I’m thinking blood, mess, toss him in the lake, sure
Ice him with the pick, pluck him with the tech, Lord have mercy, another n*gga rushing to his death
I know, I know, I’m not from here, sound like silly sh*t, that was a code for a body, let me tell you what it really meant
These n*ggas never understand me, I rap good
Lake Shore, Mercy, Rush, them Chicago hospitals, I adapt good
The contract said no pat down at the door, Aye Verb I brung it with me
I only know the hospitals in case I gotta go, and the 5 n*ggas that’s coming with me
Me and the homies watched you and Cortez for a minute, then we all was sleeping
I woulda left scene spic and span, he’s thinkin, but that’s a part of reekin (Puerto rican)
What we about, an hour back? Damn where the time go?
Now that I’m here, I got the biggest cannon in Chicago
You lost to shine, you lost to, you lost every time you in New York You captain marketable of the loser group, lose so much, you gon lose to the sh*t that I couldn’t use for Mook
Chiraq what up? I came on some rider sh*t
Nothing different from the D, except they won't find the sh*t
M and K in the bag, designer sh*t
Gloves, cops gotta kiss a frog to find the prints (prince)
I’m the kill whoever type, so ya girl get hurt
It sing and lift n*ggas up, you seen me give Gerald the vert (Gerald Levert)
The whole flight over, I just had visions in my head
No Sandra Bland, I was tryna picture him dead
Kidnap his mother, slit her eyes, nothing to numb the pain
Rope her neck, guess the movie, got it? Hunger games
Take her to the shore, it’s quiet at the cliff deep, and you hear better Take the jump, or take the pump, definition of peer pressure
My big homie said bring the wolves, that fool might try you
Them boys cold, I don’t want to send 'em on ya
Cold? Pneumonia? That flew (flu) right by you
I mean you a buy but, Chicago I’m a bigger sell
I was down state in that hole, we couldn’t think of a sicker cell (sickle cell)
I ain't into heavy metal, I just got these lyrics in a slipknot
Indiana Jones verb, you seen me whip Roc(k)
When it comes to crazy, I’m borderline but more than fine, he bring some of his, I’m bringing more of mine
Warrin time, kill his seed, no more daddy daughter time
Cry, I ain’t Jesus, I ain’t come to war to whine (water wine)
Basically, he dyin, and two of his friends dyin, I touch three parts of his circle like a Benz sign
Tsu Surf got a ghost writer, that’s what them n*ggas said right?
Well if it is a ghost writer, I swear that n*gga dead nice
Ain’t you the n*gga that got chased around a car? That’s you? Verb let’s play swear to God
Ain’t you the n*gga that got chased around the car? I don’t wanna hear nothing about how you hold heat
Everybody wanna order out, but can’t handle home beef
That’s why you always gotta keep a weapon around
Now it’s Surf, a body hanging by the car, technical foul
All these battle rappers be pus*y outside, getting battles and be ready to squirt
Now it’s Surf I’m heating the car up, I’m getting ready for work
You seen what happen to hitman, imagine what I’ll do to you
Oh he a solider? Cool, we’ll let off rounds at his funeral
Jersey
[Round 1: Aye Verb]
I watched all your battles lil n*gga, and the consensus was, n*gga you kinda basic
Sports bars, gunlines, a bunch of amateur sh*t New York finds amazing
Well you in the midwest now lil n*gga, look in the crowd
You know how many n*ggas out there been shot, stabbed, locked up, or seen general population? Your gangster sh*t you can save it, your street talk out here is like general conversation
You the most arrogant, average rappin, delusional, case catchin, 90 day shock treatment doin, this execution about to be beautiful
f*ck a battle, this a viewin and you the star of the funeral
30 round drum and guess who front row at the musical
Either you get can in tune, or get in tune, that’s your decision
I’m not here to get vocal with him, blank face I play poker with him, send a missile through him since y’all n*ggas put a motor in him
Big blade, poke it in him, carve a sculpture in him, n*gga you a vulture, ghost writers and cultures with him
Damn surf, you a cancer, I gotta kill you for the culture n*gga
This ain’t that other sh*t, you in the presence of a hard writer, bars like a small rykers
Reckless with it, like driving a dodge viper in a storm with torn wipers
Like a box of these arms licensed, get boxes these arms licensed
Y’all don’t war like us, and there’s more like us, long rifles, more trips y’all make to morgue hype us, this gon be a long nighter
Ride down his block with a slow driver, f*ck a inf beam, since he a star I’ll strobe light him
What you know about being in the trap no lamp but the stove lighter, two hundred for a charge of ghostwriters save you that whole title(?)
Heard your Mom is on that dust, I keep that b*tch nose whiter, get on the rock like Hov like her
I had a deal, you mainstream never, but you’ll work underground like a hole miner, you so minor
Let’s not forget, you came in the game dirty with no lineup, now you in the star’s lineup
Look at God, look how the stars line up
This is how you dissemble a n*gga who this assemble to
Forty cal extend his roof, chest shot, his inner child gets a window too
I will eclipse your hot sun with the winter’s moon
All you lil boy ass rappers, I make men of you
I’m coal (cold), you gon die mun (diamond) every second I make minerals
Coal, diamond, you ain’t in a match n*gga, you in a school
Word work! You can’t talk crazy to me lil n*gga, im from that curb work
I sold everything from the Plan B to that herb work
Tell Gracie, I’m a burn surf
How y’all want him? Urn urf? Load the trey, bring that sh*t to you, I’m a server
I’m a real rider, I don’t signal before I turn surf
Murder is only my business, I don’t merger
You a lil loc, strapped in the club, you’ll lift your shirt up
I’m a G, strap on me, hand the bouncer a G and still let him search us
Aye Verb vs Tsu Surf see what the fuss is about
You say my name, they send that bread I come put blood in they mouth
[Round 2: Tsu Surf]
You battled Danny, and you said you shot a gun, standing there grimacing, eyes closed, teeth trembling
What kind of sh*t is that? I just heard voices in my head, picture black, standing stone takin something I wasn’t givin back
Anybody can pull a trigger, when you mean it, make the death colder
You know, walk up, finish the rest, leftovers
After all these years, I figure why this battle sh*t ain’t feel right
Cause they was makin up guns and bodies, I was givin em real life
Kill everybody, leave the baby, operation team Weezy
Pump straight outta Compton, I can make a sick body seem easy
Less of this, and more of these, cause these, real for listening
I know y’all wanted Suge, but shotguns ain’t good for distance
Three minute rounds, they ain’t book me for a long time, I never had cable, can’t tell you bout no showtime
Look at this, getting f*cked for money, hook a b*tch, Italian fiesta, ain’t seen rounds as good as this
Derrick Rose, that just mean I’m going with the mask look, Kevin Durant, I prolly hit 40 on the back foot
You battled Grizz Guru and said, first of all you battled Grizz Guru
You battled Grizz Guru and said, you shot at your first car at 22, that ain’t what a body bout
By the time I was 22, I was a hoe with regrets, ashamed of my body count
And these the n*ggas y’all choose to believe increase the murder rate, then step around the fact that it was him in St. Louis that said that was Hitman across the street shooting the .38
You always got a long ass, drawn out ass story that don’t mean sh*t Tell us something potent, tell us bout some mean sh*t
Wait who think this b*tch’ll pop, I’ll f*cking dare her
I was around funeral boxes way before f*cking Phara
I pull up on his street, I’m tryna ef something up
S T F, its about that time son (Thompson?), I brought that Harrison, specifically in case this time come
You ain’t a warrior, didn’t you already kill this n*gga Holla?
Gracie called me about the green, I just couldn’t ig a dollar (Iguodala) They say Tsu Surf cold, but all he talk about is hoopin
As long as they say, Tsu Surf cold, and why Tsu Surf always put it in code
Because either the prosecutor Stephen A Smith, or a motherf*cker told
I mean think about it, tell me something, what the judge gonna say if I say I pull up with two Melos tryna Steph Curry something
I mean, I keep at least about Harden to spray the chrome, send about Lebron, never Westbrook the clip, cuz a n*gga gotta make it home And I really gotta believe this n*gga spray slugs? I actually f*cked up my shoulder to show that K Love
You came with somebody? I bet you feel alone when you see this rubber grip
Red beam, chrome trim, knee dip in sh*t
Ah man that’s a gold swim(?), this b*tch’ll make Gracie come for you whole skip(?)
Everybody move, I don’t know who to pop, Maury show
That last line made this b*tch make Gracie look like Tori Doe
Jersey
[Round 2: Aye Verb]
That was a cold round Surf, I listened to it with so much joy
Now you know the difference between battling out here, and battling out here, its no bias
If its hot, they gon rock, you heard all that noise
Unfortunately, I’m a professional, how I can take your best round, not get rattled and stand with so much poise
Cause I know any f*cking second I want to, I can separate the men from the boys
3 minute rounds they ain’t book me for a long time, f*ck the preview, lets let that beef brew, in 3D too, so its showtime
Everybody claim they with the sh*t until they in a situation
Double barrel, ch ch, I will pump up my brother, but I’m not with the nation
Ride up, hollow his crib, that’s a renovation
Put a couple holes in his roof, extra ventilation
It’s consequence from the pen embrace it
Behind bars, I make n*ggas come see you, that’s visitation
Pen, behind bars, visitation, that sh*t was greatness, lets switch the paces
IPhones, send the location, hop out, two arms strapped, like a mental patient
Open your mouth lil n*gga, you know the drill like a dental patient
I got his b*tch screaming come and get it like dinners waitin
f*ck security, I’m from the hood, you know the animals I was raised with?
A bunch of n*ggas goin on that water, that’s a slave ship
We on different levels in rap, two different pages
Your fans put lines in your head, that’s a wavekick
You east coast n*ggas be tripping with all this blade sh*t
Flash, 8 kick, that put this in the air, that’s a spaceship
What’s in your gun closet? .38 and a K clip? When ours be 9s to 5s, that’s the day shift
One of your hoes hit me on twitter, said I’m her favourite
Said she wanna f*ck with you though, something to play with
She said her head was out of this world, nothing basic
You suck that dirty n*gga Surf di*k b*tch? You can’t even taste it n*gga face it, lil loc you confused, off the dumbest issues
I saw you on a picture, with Nipsey, throwing up sixties, but he ain’t chuck it with you
60th street is in California, you from Jersey, dummy lil b*tch
You out here pumping they sh*t and you ain't spend a month in they sh*t
How you a neighborhood crip and you ain’t from they neighborhood? Crip I knocked out a n*gga from Jersey, in Jersey, come get your neighborhood flipped
You want be like that, you gotta be like that, in front of n*ggas who really like that
And that’s a life fact lil n*gga, I ain’t write that
How dare you try to question my stripes? Where my stripes at?
New York boo me? I be like f*ck y’all n*ggas and come right back
A warrior, they try take my armour and I still fight back
But we gon get right back to this sh*t, n*gga I’ll be right back

[Round 3: Tsu Surf]
I said I name that mac love, and name that 50 kindness
Been talking to Grandma lately, a n*gga gotta chill on the violence She said you need to be closer to God, a little more humble, more modest
I said Grandma, I can only be honest, I only know how to spread love and kill with kindness
If we was in school, I woulda definitely took your lunch cards
You don’t want to take the round route see (Rousey), these b*tches just punch hard
Dressed in all black, outside like a home invader
Mac with 50 gigs, I’ll expose his data
f*ck I gotta put it in subtitles?
Ain’t never get it when he battled, I brought a clip full of Big T battles
Ain’t gotta make a sound, y’all know what that sound like
That pound might ram his head, give him a sound byte
Close ranger, left ear shot don’t sound right
I sold to the addicts half my life, I know exactly what they sniff and why
Confession, I’m an addict, its just this gunpowder give me a different high
I hate when you get to rappin fast, and clappin nines, and saying sh*t, that don’t rhyme, get gassed up, he’s doing great, then say some sh*t that’s woah, wait
Verse hitman, that’s just what a real n*gga do
Cause he was in some sh*t, you called and got a pass
That sound like some a whore would do
If I’m tryna run in some sh*t and my man call for a pass, that’s a audible
I hate when you get to rappin fast, and clappin nines, and saying sh*t, that don’t rhyme, get gassed up, he’s doing great, then say some sh*t that’s woah, wait
Verse Arsonal, you was spittin hell sh*t, then you pulled out a gun you had to shoot with the Elvis
First I was like woo, then I was like n*gga please
If he ain’t victor cruz, he won’t dance after six of these
Turn it into disco night, I pull it from the pelvis
These big two rounds from the arm ain’t Elvis
I hate when you get to rappin fast, and clappin nines, and saying sh*t, that don’t rhyme, get gassed up, he’s doing great, then say some sh*t that’s woah, wait
Your first sh*t, vs SB, after that, I wasn’t cool with him
Because he said "he’ll duct tape his mouth, turn him around, bend him over and pool stick him", his exact words
If that was “In too deep” coulda fooled me, cuz I ain't never ever seen that part in the movie
I swear to God, I only did this for the bag, and to tell you in person, suck my di*k sucka neighborhood, you a fag
And I think you the only 33 year old n*gga that take baths
I catch him slippin late with both ratchets, while I’m comin with the – I’m outta here man, Jersey

[Round 3: Aye Verb]
Before I start my last round, I want to give a shouts to Gracie
Shouts to gorilla warfare, and this live they gave me
I have one purpose in battle rap, and that’s to guard and gatekeep, St. Louis, Detroit and Chicago
My job is to guard the middle n*gga, I’m the safety
Y’all know how I’m known for having a cold third round angle? Well today I don’t have one
Lil n*gga made me mad, so I just wanna split him in half, so we gon get back to the foul lines, n*gga and one
This is awkward, y’all through a dolphin, in front of a author (?) straight out of arkham, who mastered this artform
The weight off, n*gga you upside down like how the arch forms
U upside down, n*gga you soft porn
Ima make it dark for him
His first round I thought war, by the second I got bored, now it’s like I’m sippin ciroc throwin darts at a dart board
All this drive don’t mean sh*t when a shooter park on him
He don’t even know that he dead, just see the sparks from it
Hit the chalk (?) for him, throw the tarp on him, metal his chest, hole in his body, I Tony Stark homie
Take the heart from him, brrrrrr, when I get p*ssed them pistons start drummin
Dance words, wait, don’t the pistons start Drummond?
If you start something, don’t fire, that b*tch big like a large woman Be walkin with his top blew, like Marge comin
The Simpsons, every sentence n*ggas salute like the sarge comin
He be barking on them lil n*ggas, big dog round b*tch start mumbling
Ima humble him, bring out the humble him, this c*cky sh*t ima crumble it
Every n*gga that come with him, gon have to comfort him
Lyrically, I lay n*ggas in boxes so comfortable, sh*t like the comfort inn
I’m Godlike, you gon need hymns next time you come in here
You a b*tch n*gga, next time be in heels next time you come out here. There’s ?, Joe Budden responsible for your whole existence
He let you move in with him, f*ck y’all playing, Mr and Mrs?
In the morning you probably kiss him, you cook and he do the dishes He get the bread, take care of the business, buy you gifts and treat you like one of them b*tches
And as a man, you think it’s welfare you get assistance?
n*gga dig this, I was taught to get it myself
n*gga you have to, to this day, I be up in the morning, brainstorming with the old heads, eating white castles
You a handout ass n*gga, that’s why you can’t stand out ass n*gga
After me there’s no more matches, you in front of the last n*gga
We used to laugh at ya, not laugh with ya, ask math n*gga
You had on bell bottom pants and a shirt with shoulder pads n*gga Now you acting like you hardball, n*gga you a cornball
See all you new fan n*ggas, we knew him before y’all
Let me morph y’all, no more chasing you b*tches, I don’t torch dog Y’all take the trip, I taught y’all, I’m in my rocking chair
Don’t make me get off that porch dog, cause if I answer, ima let it ring on you, n*gga thats your call
b*tch I’m so with the sh*t, I need more stalls
No running, one man with a stick, who up for court ball
Aye Verb vs Tsu Surf see what the fuss is about
We are not in New York, y’all know what happen, I put blood in they mouth