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[Round 1: Hollow Da Don] I said fuck Surf, I know who y'all want to see me against And most think I can't match his wits He had a wish and it was death like Charles Bronson action flicks I know weapons and who manufactured it Your arms don't look right to a bomb covered in uranium 236 And that's the shit we hit Iraqis with But corporations play like philanthropists That's why I'm dressed like this ‘Cause through the war they profit massive chips See, wait, wait, wait, let me chill ‘Cause everybody that raps like this choke like Lux or Canibus It got disastrous in Los Angeles, and for that nut-ass old head? Let's save it for Summer Madness then I said shout my nigga Lyt He said these battle niggas, a lot of 'em will front I know y'all think I wasted bars and those probably for Lux But I can push Tsu aside ‘Cause I knew this was a body from the jump But he say he the best nigga in Jersey Well if I kill him, his niggas won't have to team up Now they should be on they toes like a ballerina Once they boss get the MAC and nina Instead, they was like a soda I left in back of freezer ‘Cause the rest ended up flat, even though I capped the leader But he the best nigga in Jersey, he hell and he raw Well, Surf gonna get that title waved and even see shells for sure He don't swim inside when fishes glide, he shrimp and fries I'm cool by the water: Mr. Hyde mixed with Denzel in Crimson Tide I'll lift the 9, hit his moms, he'll be electrified and petrified I won't sympathize while you sit and cry and watch your sister die I mean Surf ain't no thug to me This chump Suzie'll sue me on Judge Judy for bills like Doug Flutie I mean your last battle, they should've hung up pictures of you everywhere: you lost dog Conceited beat you usin' all punchlines and you was a lost cause All he rapped about was his Taurus and Mustang And those are all bars, but try to focus and move forward Or you'll be another nigga that Con tore Erase everything I said out y'all memory, fuck it I want to do my original introduction I said I spent most of last year in a holding cell Givin' them MAC's and revoke my bail I went from havin' my own clothing line To wearing matching clothes in jail I used to battle for love, the aspirations, the hopes to sell But now… I'm just up here rappin' because I'm broke as hell Nah, nah, nah, I got a little cake, you got some cake? I got some change in this bitch Said they was bringin' a bitch named Tsu/Sue I was like, "Cool… I'ma make it rain on that bitch!" Y'all peep that? Y'all see what I'm tryna do? You see how I got this crowd for you? You see that money surroundin' you? New York, I just turned URL into Sue's Rendezvous You look like one of them clean dirty niggas Hold up, let me get a whiff and shit… Nigga, you smell like you've been runnin' errands Doin' a whole list of shit: boar ham hocks and chitlin grits Old drawls, fish and chips, coleslaw mixed with sh— Ain't this a bitch… no, that's a question: ain't this a bitch? Well cool, here's a tip, someone tell that bitch to strip! I said he just want this little change And a little name and a little fame like Billy Danze Well my nigga, you do ya thang, I don't hate when you spittin' But your rebuttals are horrible So do us a favor, go straight to your writtens! [Round 1: Tsu-Surf] I said I like that line about your fit It kinda go with how you dress: camouflage, 'ARMY' This AR on my hip make it easier to go across his chest But, I'm the reason Hitman Holla ain't kill 'em But I had to pay him like three to five The contract said: "Fuck him up, but bring him to me alive." I reviewed the game tapes, my last response I Could've saved some fuckin' money ‘Cause you can't send a kid to do a man's job But H-O-L-L-O-W, how you got your name? Nah, Arsonal beat yo' ass: in other words, you ate yo' L on the low That's how you got your name Sometimes you gotta swallow a loss to stomach gettin' better I know that's a pill you don't want to digest But my question is, why I'm the Jersey nigga you want try next? Gloves and a mask, out the Jeep with that thing low I know he Hollow, but I pray I see Nigel to let that thing go Lightsabers and some— you see a beam, then that thing blow Out the Jeep it start to drizzle, they tell it was a Durango Fuck I need to put it in subtitles or somethin'? Out the Jeep it starts to drizzle, ain't no tellin' where the rain go A thirsty nigga in the club: I'm tryna hit everything standin' It got a kickback when it shoot so when it aim you gotta slant it With your life, crawl for it, tryna see the gates then access granted On the block with somethin' DeAndre size One word to explain that night: Brandon Your mom probably was a whore and your daddy didn't love her Kids by another nigga so your brother wasn't your brother Walk up in her room dumpin', shootin' straight through the cover I felt just as bad as your father: puttin' a hollow in your mother And I don't wanna hear about how I ain't got no wins and whatnot Battlin' Tsu, 4th quarter: that's a tough spot I hate you and that whole fuckin' cult, that shit must stop I learned you just a backup for Andrew, chasin' Lux spot And how you tryin' to box with a nigga With the Devil's footwork and God reach Ray Lewis: wish I could get that line back But the last thing he got was a ring after that God speech I'm at his door, knock-knock "Nigel, why you wanna fuck with me?" Shawn Carter: I ain't gotta find where he fuckin' be Bars, got some; sucker, not one; you mad, then pop son Victim, got one; give him my stocks ten They think I'm from Da Jungle but I'm not son Rest in peace Tall T… his last battle'll be a shotgun If it was really Loyalty Over Money GrindTime'll still be an up-and-runnin' league right now You, Con, Cort, DNA and a couple other niggas All playin' for a different team right now I mean with them names GrindTime would still be afloat With your bum ass And Smack ain't gonna do shit but stand there and smile ‘Cause he get paid off your dumbass You was battlin' Illmacs and Okwerdz and Passwurdz Rhymin' ventilators, usin' generators, usin' mad words Then come to the URL and everybody "snow dat" Snow what? Them weirdos fuck with you, but so what?! I had a threesome with Karma and Death In them graveyards you'll find plenty bodies And if this MAC hit his hat He'll have enough cap room to sign anybody I'll bring some tape, a rope, zip ties and a swammy Since he loyal to his homies, we gonna go and get his family If I break this scheme down he gon' say he can't stand me But it'll get ugly, no crime seen, they'll see us out in Miami Fuck I need to put it in subtitles or somethin'? It get ugly, no, crime scene: that's CSI: Miami The way NY battlin' lookin' If y'all was the Heat, fine, none of y'all be LeBron But it's cool, no worries, I'll tag 'em Clips'll be Wade; DNA, Bosh He ain't battle in two years, the roster shouldn't have him Rex, Allen; Shine, Lewis; Math, Birdman Con could be Chalmers, and you Don is Haslem Cortez the nigga by the Gatorade The team ain't really want that pick On the bench like, "If that was me I woulda dunked that shit." And when I signed that contract, that meant that it's over Anybody else I ain't named'll be sittin' next to Spoelstra Smack said "You want the Don?" I said "Hollow? Clown!" I mean back then he was cool but let's talk about Hollow now You got some bark but that's not how a hollow sound My hitman'll treat your death like he was battlin' John John That means we know he usin' some hollow rounds [Round 2: Hollow Da Don] Let me tell you about this bitch Tsu, you know what this bitch do? Let another nigga pimp Tsu Smack him too hard and get his pimp suit Let me tell you about this bitch Tsu, you know what this bitch do? Let another nigga be his big homie ‘cause he 6'2 Let me tell you about this bitch Tsu, you know what this bitch do? Battle me even though he gon' lose, it's for the big views I'm sharp, it's off with his head I'm sharp, it's off with his head… should I say it again, Tsu? I said any of y'all niggas touch the Don, you hit Touchin' me ain't worth goin' through the harsher shit Bombs get sent, moms get bent, arms get lift I mean, Tribe Called Quest and Kanye West I'm just tryin' to make him think about the consequence And what's that talk like you gonna jump me in a minute? Nigga stop, I'm chicken pox: if you touch me you gon' get it Anytime it's in open invitation, you can come to a nigga hood My address is 1922— I wish a nigga would! I said you right, R.I.P. Tall T, but fuck that nigga Suge! I'ma tell you why later, but for now it's gonna get— I said let me tell you about this bitch Tsu You know what this bitch do? Tell the fans he was in Detroit with that thing on him But niggas like me that was in the D don't believe that shit's true Y'all wanna hear what shit's true? Aight, so let me tell you about this bitch Tsu Him and his niggas was in front of Calicoe mom's shop, pourin' up He wanted to smoke He hopped in his man's rental car, he was rollin' up I mean, niggas is loud so of course cops showin' up His man peep before they was slowin' up Threw the burner in the car with Surf, then throws it up This nigga go and grab the shit, you know he dumb I'm lyin'? No bail money, Smack, let's just say he owe you one It's funny Shotgun ain't give a fuck, you ain't even care the amount Damn, you was locked like Pac But Suge wasn't there to bail you out? I mean and he the reason you did that You dissed a dead legend—you a flunky, you a geek And your other nigga, he a sucka, yeah he weak He said "Fuck Surf!" and threw the thumper on the seat So not only am I questionin' your judgment Now I'm questionin' your chief, ‘cause you said it yourself: "You only as real as the company you keep." But since his man gave him the charge He's been on the low, dodgin' imprisonment Hopin' it gets better, playin' Chris Webber Tryin' to forget that time out in Michigan I don't need y'all to look at me crazy like I'm tellin' somethin' ‘Cause when he said he was in Detroit With that thing on him, he was dry snitchin' then I'm doin' the opposite, I'm tellin' y'all he's innocent He's innocent… he's innocent… And I really feel bad for my nigga ‘Cause everybody call Surf a snitch, I don't be playin' with it Well, I might do the same but get a little more creative with it See, the streets is like the highway when you ride through So know your limits and don't go over You'll see them lights flashin' behind you Hold up, let me rewind, cool? Streets is like the highway so I'ma ride too You told so pay since you crossed Or the cops gonna have to find you I still got 6 crackin' to make him turn true blue With 5 poppin', lot of blood gonna be leakin' outta Tsu… WOO! I wanted to be on the the next one, but I respect my Crip cats Them lines was so good I had to bring the shit back And shoutout to everybody that rep they city, they region That's that But Queens been runnin' all you battle niggas, ask Smack! [Round 2: Tsu Surf] You could cook raw fish on my block: we the greasiest And you see that nigga standin' right there Right there, him… It's cool It's good he ain't do it, ‘cause gullible niggas the easiest But debatables, wins, losses—I got classics, I did it for the money Anybody say Surf ain't got bars Hella million views and kill a dude is a dummy Your delivery, sometimes his bars never too crazy When I try to think classics it gets fuzzy Your last time goin' hard was my first time ever on the card Anything before Richard, that mean your prior shit was funny What'd you say? On to the next one, on to the next one? Never been a slouch or soft, I don't know what you heard nigga My patience is skinny when it comes to throwin' bullets at these bird niggas Now I know that wasn't like super duper duper cold But it is when you compare Flacco to the Ravens in the Superbowl It's always a nigga in your way, sometimes you gotta move 'em I ain't a freshman, ain't new or soft More reason he gonna get to wishin' I ain't school him Peep junior, I seen your face You probably caught my last scheme, that's what I meant to do Freshman, sophomore, junior… You ain't graduatin', these claps in the air is for principle I'm tied with a shoe string around my neck, that's all hell bro And those right here, but it's pokin' my elbow Ironic I tie it with a shoe string ‘Cause the silencer make it sound like Velcro So them 32 shots gon' do magic He got it, they couldn't tell though And you fuck with Drake, right? Well, thank me later! That's why I show my crew love, they do not care They hold enough bullets to start from the bottom to 'bout here Beat me? Hell yeah fuckin' right You must be in Marvin's Room sniffin' shrooms Or whatever keep you up at night And my bitches don't love Beyonce They love money and they tryna work They need some G's, Alicia Keys: all you'll see is fireworks These shits sound like Mike Will made 'em, I'm bombin' when I clap Dumb him in his brain, then dump him by the train There'll be a zombie on the track You think Con beat me? Get off Con nuts That's violation, dickridin' is misconduct You was behind Con the whole time, so if missin' that shot got me this spot it's ‘cause I purposely missed, Con ducked I'm not chokin'… and if you can, please don't mind my silence I'm just tryin' to let my mind vacate before I resort back to violence Vacate, resort… I could be in the stu with this That's some wild shit! Just snow that these clips still go both ways You want a round? Trip! Speakin' of clips, I ain't got a problem givin' him the whole clip I'm usin' all of mine And if the judge see a clip of what I did to Clips with that clip Shit'll look like a Charlie Clips pic: DNA won't be too far behind Okay, I was in Detroit wildin' Okay, that's right, I went to Detroit dolo, just me and my yolo Ready to jump at any action if it happen to pogo But you say shit like: "Call me Hands, you could count on me." I say shit like, "I don't think nothin' in him G." So wherever we meet, I'm robbin' him, he got bands on him And he ain't 'bout that gunplay so why lay hands on him? This is my house, nigga! Smack, if he stall he gettin' clapped Got a gun but I don't need to blow it Right knock him out his Reeboks and he ain't even know it [Round 3: Hollow Da Don] They say Hollow is a fuckin' vet But he trippin' because he ain't even rebuttal yet But it's a few of his bars that I gotta flip I said why, that bar I happened to hear You said you clapped like the graduation You put the caps in the air? That's what you do? I said I don't walk around like André Wearin' flannel and soundin' like André, nah Dressed like Kanye, nah A mean murder probably what I'm down for some day Or I be like Rick Ross: even though you see me with mils I'm still down with gunplay Smack said "Hollow, you got Surf, you gotta make this nigga bleed I'll set you half up front." Whew, that's all a nigga need! It's time to ride, whip him like Amistad It's a homicide and not a regular death I want his insides stuffed to show like Ahmad Rashad So don't talk to me ‘cause awkwardly I can hear you piss in your pants And you never thought you could loss to me That's how I knew I had this shit in the bag I don't care if he got the 5th and he hold that blicker Your crew in town, I make 'em move around, I know mad niggas Last year he quit battlin', they say he fire on wax They gassed pa' like Nascar so he thought he could retire off tracks Shoutout BK, LG, I stay up in the spot Them the niggas that'll hit your face up with the Glock Everyday I'm in the hood, taped up with the Koch KD, Dwayne Wade: I wake up to the block Should I keep goin' on, showin' y'all my freestyle ability? But nah, hold on, first let me break him down lyricially I mean, you got it poppin' Tsu, niggas rock with Tsu I mean, your aggression like Pac in Juice But your rhymin' like Dr. Seuss See it's ‘cause your set-ups be mad weak It's always a gun line ‘cause when you went to tell K Shine "Dot Mob, throw 'em in the back seat!" You set it up with, "I know you don't clap heat!" Nigga, you coulda said somethin' about a black Jeep On a back street, how a Jag creep Anything in that bar to connect with a car and match, peep See my setups be crazy, all my frees be fertile Yours be "I'll leave you purple Steam and hearse you, squeeze and murk you." Damn, you got these fans blindfolded by the trash Like a Febreze commercial Now I'm on the Internet surfin' Just to touch the surface of what Surf is Once I surface he won't resurface, that's for certain I'm lookin' through the curtains Like, "Ssssshhhh, that's Surf and his bitch!" They got drugs they sellin' now, I took 'em to my cellar now Duck tape on they mouth, they yellin' loud They keep movin', grab a rope and get 'em bound You'd thought Surf was in a tux And his bitch was in a wedding gown ‘Cause once I tied the knot, they settled down Flip his shit in the middle of the round Wait, you know how Da Don do You like to play Swear to God? I wanna play Swear to God too Swear to God we wasn't in Detroit and you said Joe Budden's pussy and everything he write is trash You swear to God you ain't say everything he write is trash? This why I don't like these battle rap niggas with they lyin' ass I'ma do the battle standin' over here ‘Cause God 'bout to strike his ass! Aight, you feel like you got this third? Your luck's up? You wanna keep playin' Swear to God? Or you gon' shut the fuck up? Swear to God you wasn't livin' in Joe Budden's crib earlier this year You was? Okay, so don't talk about my crib, let's talk about yo crib You stay at your ho crib, just moved out your old crib Now you stay at Joe crib, so basically you ain't got no crib Ohhhh, I got it, I got it… he ain't got no crib so I figured it out That's how he got his name: he be couch surfin' That nigga balled up on the love seat, his bones hurtin' Roasting session… Nigga, you look like a broke-ass Loon, so worthless I mean, you know shit's bad When I'm callin' him the broke version of a broke person I mean, y'all wanna hear one of Surf's bars? "Soon as I pull out That chopper go dummy like Kimmy in that full house" Yeah, that was hot, that was hot But my nigga, you watch Full House?! Ayy, that's cool, ‘cause I do too So damn your hammer or damn your nana Since you live with Uncle Joey, I'm runnin' in that full house like Danny Tanner Somebody tell Eddie Winslow I don't think family matters Shoutout to my GrindTime fans, they'll never forget that I was so focused back then I had to bring the shit back I said pause, you see that money? You could relate to strippers We trick dealers and tell where the real bill is And these niggas can't touch us but still feel us Plus we still stealers and peel pillers You got real killers? Well, I got killers that kill killers Nigga, fuck with me! I ran up on him, stabbed him up, gave him a buck 50 And the funny thing about that: I had a gun with me I don't need a gun—fuck TEC's and pistols! I put that Calico away ‘cause I got pets that's pitbulls I collect to sick you If it's problems, I handle it, I don't send my set to get you I bring it to your door like a magazine and address the issue You done? You wanna talk now? Red the dread head, you better chill nigga I said 20-50's or 50-20's is what I gotta be 20-50's or 50-20's is what I gotta be? Do the math, stupid ass, I'm tellin' you that I'm a G I done rang up more bucks than dollar tree And I'm feelin' like you lied to me So you owe me… your fuckin' life Clutch the pipe, you wanna fight? We on your head, we gon' lump you And we'll probably get a battery charge ‘Cause we ain't want you dead so we jumped you I said shoutout to the URL fans, y'all will never forget that Them lines was so ill for Surf, I had to remix that [Round 3: Tsu-Surf] This third round is so cold, but it's not for you That Full House rebuttal was crazy But Danny Tanner means you watched it too When I think back on all my battles, I think great shit Like that Church bar, that Lake shit A nigga say he hate that Lake shit, I gotta say he on some hate shit Well he really gonna hate this Late night goons, we usually come in after 12 Fuck one, fuck six, I'm comin' after 12 It hold 28, so 16 comin' after 12 I gotta start to pow when It's like Dwight been fouled when 16 comin' after 12 I got some shit to make your hitmen hurl Never leave without my hands: no Hitman Earl And he wanna start then I'll continue to spark in Put in another six like the sixth man Earl He need schoolin' so fuck it, I'ma learn his ass No coffin, I'm thinkin' more urn and ash See I'm way too advanced for these niggas and I'm mad Like that last line for instance, urn and ash: THAT'S NASH!!! I tell my niggas run in his crib, they gon' make it happen Hit the door, flip the bed, open every cabinet Kill his dog, leave the kids, take everything, let him have it Game point shot, we GPS pussy: that's urinary tractin' I bought some treats for this trick But it ain't candy we sprayin' with 'em Who in here think Hollow better than Surf? Well y'all gon' be layin' with him Smack gon' be yellin' stop, all the homies gon' be sayin' get 'em 'Bout 10:31 at his door, tell Hollow we ain't playin' with him Bars flyin' pass his head, I'm prayin' that they graze him Hollow Da Boss then these bomb lines just might phase him Heard a few niggas whisper like, "Yeah, Surf might get zipped 3'd." Gotta be dreamin', I'm a nightmare But it's cool if he tryna get sleep I move cattle, I'll move his cat too, in my habitat we zip beef Let me guess, you G? K Well you shouldn't have a problem meetin' Pimp C The operation, connect four, it's not a game when we pop out If he ain't get the clue, he in trouble, no rebound, get the box out Right here blew like Twister when them Glocks out No hopscotch: they get a number in a box when we hop out Niggas run, bullets fly, clips drop out Kids scream, mommas cry, eyes pop out All my lil niggas got Jenga tatted That mean when they come it's to take the block out You ain't hear me tell Big T "Potato on the 44 for the sound to let it clap Them mag rounds left ketchup and hash browns on his lap" These niggas never understand me And it makes me wanna scream ‘Cause you could get the same hash browns That went through T V like the girl in The Ring And you doin' me a favor? Well cool, point taken Well, I'ma just give him these bullets on purpose And tell the judge I was point shavin' Sometimes I wanna separate him, it might be for the better Chopper like a side bitch Take him from his better half, he gettin' severed Torso from his legs—will he walk again? Never! That doctor gon' feel like a marriage counselor Tryin' to keep him together They asked me who's the toughest nigga in New York I figured it's Math I wonder how low they gon' bury him after I split him in half Wassup Hollow? Let's have a man-to-man What's this thing with you and Lux? I personally think you a fuckin' Stan At first I was givin' him the benefit of the doubt He just doin' it ‘cause he bored But then it's like you said Lux name Anytime any camera man pressed record Probably had Lux jail cell pictures on your wall for decor Got home, spammin' all his videos Dissed him so much it's coke residue on the L of his keyboard And why I gotta keep screamin' out "Loyalty!" To prove that I'm loyal? That's how you get 'em like that ‘Cause I know plenty niggas that said: "My homies will never do me like that"—'til they did 'em like that! I got niggas that's Blood that ain't family And niggas that ain't family that's real Cuz But you high off that same juice Steel was From now on, movie clues is all I'm leavin' with the kill For example, if I gotta set it off, shit could get real When you hear this woo! Don't be bamboozled, these niggas ain't ill, but chill A low-down dirty shame how the D's found his grill Them all Jada Pinkett flicks So the tip, cops will find his head swingin' by the wheel
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