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[Round 1: Tsu Surf] Bow your head, close your eyes We are gathered here today to mourn and then to bury The grim reaper hit my beeper he need a body he need it in a hurry Pay attention as I read from this obituary this bitch should worry Round 1 let me teach you survival when you swimming The real OG's taught me never change when you winning So it's not about who got the wilder flow we got a few rounds to go I won't use this Shotgun I'm bout to use this Calico I run up with the pumps in mind run up things across your spine Tissue ripped, coffins flying, everybody awww and in First his chest then his neck, neck's across this barberline It's about to get badder than the Cavs when they lost LeBron If you strapped than I'm strapped more Clapped then I clap more Cause and effect these Eagles equal that floor By all means I think you should tune in if you that sure And I promise I ain't get these Angry Birds from the app store All my shooters like fast food whichever homie I grab go I say come, soon as you see that nigga let that mag blow I wait till all his bitches sleep and that drug money moving mad slow Then Park at his Place Then when he take that Boardwalk hit ‘em with 200 like he past go Now I understand why Calicoe say you ain't gotta rhyme Cause at 9 minutes 10 seconds Suge versus Shine, Mook slapped your ass It's them packing the Mac in the back of the Ac niggas I see where you Feds at I just never met gangsta that mag clap and ass slap I mean that second round shit was cold But I had another football epiphany when I was writing Like you up in that Charger, hit em with the lightening Dressed like a Raider but do it like a Viking Larry (?) all it takes is ten to see (Tennessee) him tighten (Titans) I know you wondering why I'm calm, your aggression just don't push me That and the fact that when it come to niggas who act It's no reason to be hard around pussies I send your moms to the park with them bad kids I ain't bring a costume, I came as is I stand there for a second cause her ass big Then let that 40 make Waka adlibs I'm a lurker, late night flow you definitely going down Up is where you might go, I see you, you see me Pause and the light blow Well you better have a hundred bodyguards on Geico Cause when I fix up my jacket I think of sss.. All wrong When I think of your jacket I think of Thong Song Parole see my jacket they see drugs letting that Tec peel Your jacket more Forever 21, wet feel I can honestly promise I won't miss the shot if I'm moping Whoever most outspoken gon’ catch this J before K think I'm joking What's all that tough shit you said about Jers'? Say it now You deuce deuce, me, Smith and pound You only mad cause you heard about your mama and how she get around You yell "Zip em up!" She say "Zip it down." Just pay attention while a real nigga talk and stop trying to be tough boy You would actually have potential if you wasn't associating with these fuck boys Thought I'd wake up after the Calicoe battle I'm still sleep That little pretty pink fairy jacket you had on, real sweet Tell Smack send a double, I'm Kobe I need real D Like he gon need K and III to kill me Dino the guard dog you'll get your bed rocked I wore oven mitts, cause the lead hot How could I explain 100 shots from your head to your ankle When that lead pop, it's like baseball, Cleveland versus Boston In the end (Indian) all you see is Red socks (Sox) Round 1 straight bars, I ain't trying to get rid of you yet Cause I ain't talk about that light skin niggas tongue ring Your big homie getting knocked out or that Chlamydia yet Jersey... [Round 1: K-Shine] He's too predictable, I know what he gon’ do Say lines about Funeral, lines about Rex and Mook But let's see what he gon’ do when I say some shit that's true For example, I was on the subway my lil' cousin asked me a question But I was looking a different direction So she asked again, tried to grab my chin I said "Wait wait, give me a second." Cause it's this poster above the window and I vividly read it And it said that "Anyone caught with a loaded weapon will be sentenced To 3 and a half years in bold letters No Exceptions" Now the first thing I thought of was Suge "Free my brother Surf on that strap charge." But 2 months later he on a Smack card, talking bout I’m back y'all Now either that's odd Or that's the fastest 3 and a half I ever seen for a gat charge Now I did a bid and a half in a max for some crack He did a week in a half at the max for a gat So that explains all the Donatello's and purple flags wrapped to the back Cause every Ninja Turtle had one leader and that was a rat But honestly I like your rhymes Surf, how you come in with your fifth Call you Nick twin Cannons, drumming with the clip WOOOO! That shit even look cool! How you come in and you spit I just can't believe it's true that it's coming from a snitch You got undercover from Akron with a bop that's mean Y'all seen In Too Deep? He showed him all his spots, his seed So he made it look believable when it was time to pop that thing But when it was time to ride hard he dropped a dime on God You ain't no cop, Jay Reed! We driving racks to the water got a few of them dumping Nigga pool parties, got a few of them trunks Nigga, you telling for money? You doing too much That explains why Surf got a Tsu in the front I catch Surf when it's time to re-up trying to buy pies Flare put his connect in the air like Wi-Fi Pick a place in the United States you wanna die by I sink ‘em right through the U.S., B, like an iPod! The Llama toking, that drama is on I squirt fo's, demolish him, like Hollister all they finding is Surf clothes As far as lust for a rat, it ain't none This nigga rather drop down a sentence before he take one A pack of Newports to give a statement about you And this the nigga y'all all giving me doubt to? Heart? Nigga, I spray it up out you Tsunami Surf...huh! NIGGA, AIN'T NOTHING WAVY ABOUT YOU! You had yo' pants stuffed in your boots Talking ‘bout you had that work tucked I give 9 to 5 if they get a nigga worked up [?] Bring the dump trucks Loud as thunder, it's cowabunga the way I put that Surf up Now let's get a little personal shall we? I got a lil busy Newark Hey Roxy I said, "You know Surf?" She said "Who? Tsunami? The nigga with the goatee that be throwing all the parties." I said, "Parties? You talking 'bout another Surf... Sorry The Surf I'm talking bout this nigga catching bodies." She said, "He got a 16 year old girlfriend." I said "Pausey." She said "He be on Smack doing raps all cocky Four sweaters on trying to act like he stocky Always waving his hand like he gon’ clap somebody And he wears boots in his pants." I said, "That's him, copy!" She said, "You battle him next?" I said, 'Yeah." She said, "Body And tell him Asia father said he gon’ kill em next time he catch him in that lobby." Asia Dean... hmmm... Asia Dean, that's the name of that li'l bitch You pressure her for kisses in that lobby on Elizabeth Rub up on her body, see her father and a nigga dip Always give her lies like he gon’ take her on a business trip But her father said she can't go nowhere without a permission slip This motherfucking pedophile y'all say this nigga tough? Fuck DNA, what's my slogan? (ZIP EM UP!) [Round 2: Tsu Surf] Now ain't this some shit, if you look at the Rex versus Math battle T-Rex clearly said, "If she old enough to cross the street she old enough to get hit." It sound like the pedophile's in your clique Twat Mob, so it's evident y'all the type of niggas that'll make a gang Difference between us and y'all We don't gotta chicken noodle soup and clear it out to make it rain What you know about laser games? [?] games Save this for the Jungle, monkey's versus orangutans If I approach K with his cans out it's K's up Toss the K up or K's buck til your K's butt Woosaaah here I go getting mad again Cause I don't feel these people It's cause they got mouths like they grew up in the jungle But the swag of the Village People He going straight to the bottom of the ocean, he a anchor For that work, I been through more K's than a banker Lay him straight on his stomach let the 40 cal' bank her "Hello, 911? We got another planker!" I ain't trying to get on the court when I'm coming at the next, lil nigga I let all y'all jump me, pause, but it ain't checkers It's chess, lil nigga So why you try so hard for Rex, you really just a pawn to Rex You gon take this Knight for a Rook, try and cross a vet Code word "Bishop": shoot at both sides, thoughts connect Oh, I see, I gotta kill the queen to put the boss in check They protect him, soon as you see him running around a screen Holla "Jimmer Fredette": that's when I start shooting at his king We had words back and forth everybody get around I'm usually the asshole so I'ma be bigger now Walk away like KP then spin around Lift up and hit em with .44 before he hit the ground Mook will be jumping in any minute now Now why in the fuck should I compare your gang to my gang? When Mook see Math, he still get migraines Aye, Mook, how that head feel? Must suck between that and that gay deal! I know, I know, I know, I know Enough of saying Mook and Rex Well y'all should feel my pain Cause when they battle Ars, Suge or Red they say my name [?] smoking Sub zero mask know I be for the loc'n Gloves for my hands and you see it's for the motion Lock pick in his door but it was open Everybody (?) full kitchen full couch So I let that chopper get dumber than Kimmy in that full house All my guns from Atlanta, low prices I get more for less Aiming at them bright pink and yellow jackets with these Georgia TECs Tough guys, what guys? I wouldn't say but I Rather in my own house stay them buck eyes Nigga I definitely don't have no problem laying that steel off That Calicoe jammed the second round and you still lost 100 shots fly Twat Mob when I spray shit I'm a go nimb, I'm a go shine I ain't doing none of that gay shit And Rex, you'll haul ass before you ever get a bruise on you I heard you ain't wake up til Friday when Ice put the Cubes on you And to top off, all of that cake with the icing The head nigga do the running, and the dogs do the biting All the shit sound the same but I don't who do the writing But I know Mook Vick he let the bitches do the fighting That hoe of yours told me 'bout your moms crib And told me bout your pops house Daddy was around so they gon take they pops out I let that thing ring I'm Mr. Clean with that mop out Find em by the river, y'all better get the docks out Fuck rap it proves only (?) til the roc's out Show up at the Rucker broad day with the Glock out Til the shot up tell your squad nigga get the blocks out One second past late, that mag bake And have that whole squad running like a fast break This jail bars lil nigga and I do foul Middle of the projects your hood, two pounds And if I ain't strapped y'all better do what y'all could do now When Mook scream "Dang!" I hit em with that loowow! Jersey [Round 2: K-Shine] Punani Surf I was waiting to leave that pussy stretched I call you punani cause you got loose lips and get mushy how a pussy gets Well I whips pussy it's nothing to get pussy whipped And all it ever took was a finger to get a pussy wet Now Shotgun Suge aka Baby D, (?) Oh y'all don't know Baby D? That's his sister The lil sister that's bigger than the big sister The first sister look pitiful, I fucked her whole career up So another WB will have those sisters identical, Tia and Tamera My fifth still holding 8 x 2, so I don't need my 9 (My9) just make y'all news All I ever do, drive thru, pay my dues Take 'em home in a bag, take out food I wait for another wack dude to make my day All these Jersey wack fools that come my way I slay Your raps cool but it just ain't my taste Y'all Papoose sound better getting played by Kay I wouldn't give this sweet nigga a shot; insulin Put this cupcake in a box; Entenmanns But I know he want some pieces to jot; incidents So I don't feel right with a threat unless I'm whispering I'm sick of him, standing there with all on his crew Like he the Army ready for combat, pants be all in they boots This nigga staying like this boy won't shoot But when the pistol fly it's like the rent too high, nigga they all gon move Tsunami Surf, Tsu Surf for short, or TSU Running around Newark in them cheap as jewels I'm a Harlem nigga but move like a BX crew Because for that Cuban Link I'll TS you (TSU) Lord knows I get to squeezing them arms it's like a physical That llama blams like a sonogram show the bitch in you Got a 16 year old girlfriend you're miserable Guess there's No Limit to shake that ass; Mystikal I catch him picking her up from school, throw a hook and a jab She grab my arm say "Mister why you whopping his ass?" I say, "Touch me again I'm a put this foot in your ass You only 16 he old enough to be yo dad." She say, "[?] I'm sixteen in a half." So I slap her take all the books out her bag She thought I was NYB the way I hook her with Math Now I go back to Surf while he on the ground scared Stomp him through the earth Up on the ground smear Go back to Asia grab her by the hair Tell Rajon I do the zipping around here! You soft you ain't never let a tool off, Ru Paul You wouldn't throw a scratch out a blue hall Two fours knocking at his door right in Newark The 8 clear I make it rain dear (Raindeer) like Rudolph He say he wanna kill me I been up at this stage before One question, what the fuck you waiting for? That Llama spark have your body parts breaking off Your blood and your puss all on the floor make him sore I don't clap when that semi fly make it deploy Treat his head like a bra in a titty bar, take it off I don't shake hands when the game over, I ain't a sport That four put a hole in one and I ain't playing golf New 80 kicks like a new baby Can't shoot lazy cause the Aftermath is too Shady I ain't worried about this nigga, (?) Hopping out on kids water gun, school safety That thing drawn, aim strong, get you lames gon Heavy blickers, either get the picture or your frame torn Highway to Heaven I can easily make a lane for 'em Have his thoughts pouring everywhere, brain storm Stay calm with what y'all say in them damn songs The right tune will pop up anywhere I'm like State Farm I put the ring with a jab that'll injure him He'll whoop your dog ass he Uncle Willie soft Long Llama, cemetery, here he come mini guns Put a number zero in anyone New cannon come with a stock and extended drums All y'all can come in a box, your whole cinnabunz I'll probably spotted with a four that's camera size Maintenance, custodian, janitors gotta sanitize Front line soldier in combat, I handle mine Your army ain't seen when it's war nigga, camouflage Freeze, nobody move when that weapon rise Let it fly, stretch every thought you wanna exercise Bark out nigga, I'm spraying that pesticide Put your whole family on the floor like the Electric Slide Zip Em Up!!! [Round 3: Tsu Surf] That lil fan base you got you might not lose that Pause but I'm the reason X-Factor got his groove back Who hired these fucking actors and let this man on the set? You let soft ass Mook grab your head, cuff it and lay it on his chest I should spit on you and all your goddamn help How the fuck you feel protected by a nigga that can't protect his goddamn self? For the next few bars your health is all I'm spitting about If you look at the Surf vs. Shine blog You'll clearly see he had a cyst in his mouth That's cause he had somebody dirty lil sis in his mouth She had Chlamydia, cock, balls, dick in her mouth And you the nasty type of nigga that kiss in the mouth She passed it off, now you got a assist in your mouth So ladies if you ever feel he trying to get his neck on Please remember, you don't need lights to see he get his clap on Calm the fuck down Keisha, all your neck rolls and wrist snaps That Tina Turner shit will really get a bitch slapped I really wanna wild out but nah I'm a just kick back But if I did snap, I would take your chip rack, whip that And break it down in candy for you Kit Kats Bullets the size of Twix I hear them Snickering They know I'm out the blue so I'm dressed like a Twizzler Hose with the stock I squirt and then stop Out the window I'm trying to put these Nerds in a box Ask DNA it won't grow back it ain't a baby tooth Aye Rex, this your son? Well I'll dump some pumpkin seeds in your Baby Ruth Y'all the cleanest, dirtiest, richest, broke rappers Laffy Taffy's in my hood we laugh at joke wrappers I start swinging them Ray Ray's somebody getting pierced if I spray green I wanna be his man, but I crushed his KG Yelling and filler is all you spit, grandpa old 9 but all a new clip All y'all ride together well all youl hit Wanna be a Street Fighter, well a sonic boom is all you get Let me break down why I know you don't put them fours up Cause if you, Mook, and Rex bout to smoke, who gotta roll up? Wait I got more questions cause I know you don't clap heat If all three of y'all was in a car, who gotta sit in the back seat? You, you, so where your real nigga watch cause I keep mine We both was locked up, I got love but I never heard Free Shine That's why all that gangsta shit is beyond me, cause with all that being said If y'all was bunkies upstate you would have to do the laundry I know your whole rap street, your father wasn't there Your mother was a junkie You and Rex shared clothes you a Dot Mob flunky You do not hold guns, you was locked up for crack dude I'm trying so hard to not say that bitch name you gave the clap to Anybody that'll believe a nigga with pink leather is an extreme fag You would go out with about two punches if you anything like these fags That dick riding shit y'all do will get you and your man murdered Beef? Don't worry I brought the Helper for that Hamburger You know them full aggressive bodies? I put those on the map Ninja fucking turtles, shells, I put those on your back I be in your hood selling Rest In Peace Shine shirts in the trap It'll look like Derrick got traded to Atlanta The way you see the bird in the front with the Rose on the back So who card you trying to pull? Not mine This could lead to stomach shot, shit bags, tops flying Pull up at that stop sign and leave that whole twat calm I just bought some big shit that could stop time Car full of Razors, C4's, Glock 9's Lamp shades, sunglasses, shit I got blinds I even bought the paper work when Puffy started crying So you can start yelling but I don't know how you can stop mine Cause I bought everything in the world I can think of to stop Shyne/Shine Jersey.... [Round 3: K-Shine] The nerve of this perv, he deserve his whole camp shot With a bitch that's 16 and he trying to make they pants drop Now I don't understand ock, you don't get no damn twat How the fuck can Tsunami Surf in a [?] Talk work I'll run up in his grams spot Toss him like Hancock, if he ain't got a key out for good, slam lock Silencer don't let 'em hear a shell when I blam shots Cannon, hold for the flash, cam shot Arsonal said he gon use Squidward's clarinet How the fuck y'all running with he? You fucking cartoon rappers You don't dump when it's beef Nigga Ars can get it too, no flute, nigga come with a heat Or Mr. Krab gon find your pineapple under the sea The apple don't fall far from a tree and you a ratting lil son of a bleep Watch the next tell (Nextel) find out where he at Boost mobile, Sprint to 'em Make his head float like Cingular when the fif' to em Check em like Verizon before I squeeze my Tec Why you only got a metro for your PCS? But since he got the (?) phone he's local Til this nine have his line on hold longer than T-Mobile Another Twitter nigga trying to Google a reason, the right Tweet Will have him in box like a DM, couldn't wait to see him Bitches is like a blind date So he can Surf for her online But he'll get his Face Booked for violating My Space Now if we was young I would probably kick that nigga Mush him all around, get mad nigga I think of funnel cakes when you say you six flag nigga Cause you a sweet funnel cake bitch ass nigga I quick fast, grip mags, zip bag niggas Throw a bullet from the Eagle quick pass, McNabb niggas Three years before you battled, I handled my shit You watched K-Shine and you ran with my shit We both get mad even spazz at the cam when we spit Get aggressive when y'all ain't understanding our shit Spitting ill punch lines about cannons and shit Only thing I never do like you is rap with my hand on my hip So his raps sound nice, but when it come to the kin You Chinese rice, you'll always be under the wing You know how you school your son in ball every time when he play you? He do a bunch of moves but never score, he trying to just shake you But at the end he pissed off cause he lost but you don't want him to hate you So when that day come he finally think he can take you You bring him to the park, let him get his shit off Couple shots for confidence Soon as he try to get off, throw his lil ass in the post move, spin off Pump fake, put him in the air, off the glass, shoot Give buddy them hardcore Spalding on your motherfucking ass boots Now look, you should use your head before I clap it off Y'all should bounce, all of you niggas fabric soft Be stretched to invisible when I flame it off Mean with that Thing I give you a Fantastic Four ZIP EM UP!
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