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Tsu Surf vs. DNA
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I looked him up, the only person that follow him is fags and comedian dudes Pay attention to how many "tsunami surf" "waves", "C (seas) on his shell" punchlines he use Everybody got the wake Soft dude... First off ugly, I hate you A coward wouldn't date you Your father should've beat his d**k, your mother should've ate you Cause you don't move packs, you don't blam heaters Just yell, you never rhyme, you whine (wine); sangria With the pump, hit his front 'til the roof burn Send the whole car back down the street, that's a U-Turn He's tryin' to run away, but he can't turn 'round hеre, it's a one way So we ink him likе a lead pen, let five tear his front alive, that's a dead end Hollow tip spread disintegrate, spread in ya spleen I'll burn down, he yell, "Oh" (yellow), you see red for the green One shot, dope head will get your brick flippin' TEC automatic, but them choppers? Stick shift Long aim cause the .9 beam And it's never evidence, just DNA at the crime scene Corona Queens? Pssst Your hood just quiet, wanna be from the Bronx, well I will put an "O" in your middle just like it Black mask when I'm steppin', pied piping First 48 never seen nothin' like it .9's tat his face cause he looks like Tyson This the DMV? You're about to get your license When the Goons lurk, you don't get love n***a On every b*t*h heels you an ug' (Ugg) n***a These arms spread wide, get a hug n***a For running with the pork chop you'll get that hole dug n***a And all that funny aggression will get ya man shot Call me an a**hole one more time and watch my hand c*ck (Hanc*ck) His sister get crazy, she'll freak when I beat her Never eat her my mayonnaise on her patty after I skeet her He was adopted by crackers, his mother loved big black d**k This ain't a movie, nothing Precious about this big black sh*t I already heard you're feminine Sexually cake for the cream you are into men And you take it in your crimping Get around (a round) like an oval, like donut sticks in ya donut hole while you yodel Wait, how Queen Latifah say it? "So you're local" If you was a mailman you wouldn't go postal For the Jazz, we keep the shooters we go I'm Malone, I'm working with that AK Kirilenko So you can never win you a loser Two .45's that clip double double Carl' Boozer Where ever you is I bring the opposite flag on ya block You in the league, but for nothing, Ostertag on the block See every other battle, you was ballin' you was scorin' And get here and get them dreams crushed; Mike Jordan That whole GrindTime team, bring 'em all over Cause they good over there but Byron Russell with the crossover And in the clutch they be countin' on the best You see that smoke then you feel like there a mountain on ya chest You got a sandpaper swag Me? I'm a smooth guy with better stats So I still win if you tie (Utah) Will Smith playing Mohammad, you actin' in the ring Watch your whole body, I'm Mr. Fantastic with The Thing You got a face like a Martian, a mouth like a baby seal Try and surf and ya mama gonna get the news from a Navy Seal {Time gets called} I figured I'd teach him a lesson, and make him earn respect I give him props though Cause he's the first Tsunami that surf's the net I used to think, "Why his trigger's never bust?" Then I came up with one conclusion Your jack's got bad internet connection, they got trouble shootin' (troubleshooting) But not me though, I get the beam and start grippin' the mag And boy the way these guns pop up, you would think they internet ads So once I give out the word and I tell the shooters Well y'all gon' watch him freeze up like Dell computers If your mom knew you were Crip, she would beat yo' a** And boy as your dad, I'ma rest in peace ya flag Soon as you act up, I guarantee you I'll heat the mag And have your whole team resemble a slumber party cause I'ma make you all sleep in bags As far as a hustler, y'all never see dude on the strip He Mike D'antoni, he don't know what to do with them (K)nicks I chop the white like David Lee, then I'm pursuing it quick You'll feel like Patrick, that's cool, now you in (Ewing) some sh*t My name is something you should never mention Aak Cause I'll shoot you in ya neck and ya chest will drop I swear to God I'll f**k you up if you disrespect my block Cause my hood is loyal and they'll cookin' all you (oil) once this Wesson pop I'm so nice, I'm so cool, I'm so clean wit' it New hat, new shirt, new jeans and a new fitted Them dirty bums, that razor beard, they call it "Dirty Jersey" cause you in it You and Magic Johnson both had Ill, he handled it, you didn't I'ma fool with it, I'ma push his frame back until it's reclinable They should've put this battle on Dash Living cause this a** whippin' is undeniable I'll roll up to his crib with two shooties, remind me of the Martin show Cause this time I'm rollin' with two Tommy's He's Kinkos, once he gets fax scanned and his goons copy And I mean there's all type of Waves, but for some type of reason these bullets wanna Surf in Tsunami Now from your last battle I done seen this n***a with bad attire You a fag, I n***a I done seen trash this flier If it's beef, you would never hold the Magnum liar You a baby with the heat, you'll past the fire (pacifier) But not me though, I swear to God none of you n***as doubt it If swag was a new change of clothes then I got on a different outfit I'm the realest, everything I spit I live about it Will Smith gadget and boy once I flash it forget about it He a Giant, I'ma make him Jet with this wild noise Soon as your Saints come marching in they gettin' greeted with this cal' boy (Cowboy) Arsonal used to run ya state, but now he makin' rap songs And come to think about it, I never thought he was that strong But since he left and you runnin' the city and his a** gone Even though you tryin' often, you Michael Jordan, you ain't never puttin' Jersey back on Round one it's gettin' hot in here And y'all know my slogan (Get him the f**k outta here!) No! Get his hat the f**k outta here Get his raps the f**k outta here Get his team the f**k outta here Get them jeans the f**k outta here Get his gear the f**k outta here Get that beard the f**k outta here Smack if you got any cyber security get him the f**k outta here!! What's up!? What's up?! What's up?! So if ain't nobody home, I squat with that chrome, eat my Snicker While I wait, contemplate if I should go straight Boston Strangler or DC Sniper Get comfortable, I got nothing on my hands but time, I'm a lifer See his moms car lights pull up, aw sh*t Gloves, check Scalpel, check Mask from Saw 6 Hop out the bushes, burn down, no hesitation Somebody dyin', gettin' straight to the point period, so exclamation Pay close attention, the whole plots thickening Call his grandmother "Hello" BOOM! Law Abiding Citizen Add me, subtract him, death is the equivalent I'm shots of gasoline straight, you margarita cinnamon This banana clip spread long when I'm peelin' him Get rid of him The only person that could possibly find the remains is Gillian I know he don't shoot cause he got gum in his mouth and barely pop that Cops find him, but won't identify him by his teeth cause he barely got that You got a .22 snub flow, I'm strapped with an Uzi The last four bars was a commercial, now back to the movie Call him up, "Yo Eric I need paper." Then put the phone on speaker, grab his mom by the trachea Then take my time as I grind her face on the cheese grater He come home his sister neck hooked to the sink, by a chain Tape recorder on the counter, he press play, "Let's play a game." Now your mom's downstairs with a bear trap around her head The key in ya sister belly Scalpel, you got five minutes to get it out or mommy is dead Aye Miles, I advise he find a knife up in this motherf**ka Cause somebody gon' lose they life up in this motherf**ka When I come through, destruction, believe me Cops like, "We got a murder in Queens. Looks like we're gonna need a dustpan and a squeegee." All them pumpkin seed raps will get you a cracked shell and a pair of 'Pretty Wings' cause I play with the MACs well (Maxwell) Switch blades then his gums hang All red when you see Tsu, whoo (Soo Woo) like the Blood gang He asked me, "What's crackin'?" But we had on the same hat so I clapped him 'Fore I screamed "Caliente", it's Latin For the karats (carrots) I'll kill this silly rabbit You'll get your whole lane split when I bang on ya I hope that thang on ya cause I'ma burn down to keep pullin' And pullin' And pullin' like I'm a motherf**kin' chain smoker Look like you snitch, like you got that pork in ya I'll pull up, give his top ten; SportsCenter {SportsCenter theme} It's the sport cast The number one freshman in URL against DNA's dork a** Never been a shooter, a for sure pa** A member of the support cast Cortez take most of the shots, but most of 'em bricks Him and NuBorn roll playin' settin' most of the picks Nerd! I don't know what them n***as in NY see (NYC) I stroll through the Hollis Tunnel and find where them n***as in NY be (NYB) Bunch of ducks in the school, suckas in the cla** I'm amazing with the numbers, so I f**ks with Math But y'all n***as, them small n***as That get a piece of a part of a piece of a part of a small figure If he do a lot of talkin' he gon' do a little dyin' {Time gets called} Yo, this n***a from Jersey, and in his first second round he mentioned NYC Did a little segment, you said some sh*t about NYB He said he good with Math but I gotta make him understand I'm hot like a fan I'ma get locked in the chamber (D. Chamberz) for usin' my hands (Hanz) So now let's be honest my n***a, you don't like the strip You not good with the work, you don't got dimes or bricks Even if you from Jersey, you don't even got dimes of piff And we all know he don't push ki's (keys) cause he ain't into that type of sh*t And as far as your chick her moves insane and I love booty game I called her up, an hour later His cutie came I bagged her off Twitter, took her to the crib and abused the frame And her pu**y was like a pa**word, cause I stuck my log in (login) with no username It took her days, weeks, months, years after And finally after listening to my music she discovered I was a real player See, he act like he brave as hell, but there's nothin' that this herb start You pu**y, if your first name was Dale you couldn't earn heart (Earnhardt) And if you really want drama, battling me is the wrong move dunny And for takin' D light (Delight), well that's something I wouldn't do sonny (Sunny) See he gon' front like he gangsta, he ready to put up a good fight But n***a you Kanye West, you a Good kid, livin' a Good life He ain't ready for combat, he ain't ready for this hood type But when that TEC blow, you gon' resemble Death Row Cause today ain't gon' be you or Suge's (K)night See, just when y'all thought it was safe, ready to call it quits I started thinkin' like Hollow Da Don and got on my torture sh*t I wish that your mother's head gets caught on fire and burn in flames And when you come out to help her, you get stuck in a category five hurricane Then I wish ya dad get stuck in a tornado on ya birthday And when he tries to escape, his legs get stuck in the equator from an earthquake Then I hope that ya sister on a bus wait for her ride home Gets thrown 60 feet in the air from a ma**ive cyclone Then I'll kidnap them all, take 'em to the ocean where the current will move properly Wait for the biggest storm and drown your whole family in a tsunami See I'ma have Tsu dyin' once this .9 clap And in the casket is where he'll be lyin' (lion) for thinkin' he a wild cat Now his mother, sister, aunt, niece, they all holdin' they head Cause your death got something in common with Spiderman They both gon' be all over the web I used to think that Tsunami Surf was tough, ready to spark clips Used to think if it was beef he'll be sellin' them hard bricks Used to think if it was drama he'll be the first one to start sh*t Until I found out your real name is Remel Shawn Smith Aww sh*t And with that name being saying that I'ma grip and press him Get the bullets right there to split his section And have him resemble a rap group once y'all see me give Smith a Wesson (Smif-N-Wessun) See he think I'm pu**y like I really won't peel sh*t Oh you think I'm soft you thinkin' I won't shoot you but I Will Smith I knew it was gon' be a lot of crowd reaction, cause he brought his group But my Corona Queens b*t*hes gave me the scoop E'rybody got the [?], e'reybody got the fo', well that's how the story go Until you bump into somebody that know somebody that they know Then it's like, "Eric? Psst. He used to sit in front of his cla** Dirty tees, capris, tube socks to his calves Kid hyped on his mother. He blame it on his dad But never say nothing cause every time he open his mouth they laugh." Pride get tampered with, feelings get hurt Even when the joke ain't on him he still just smirk Transformer lunchbox, favorite sport soccer Only senior lettin' freshman bang his head on the locker I don't know who tried to shoot 50 or who tried to Flame Waka But my attempts ain't attempts So if I bang, flame, I gotcha Smack him in his neck, clip him while he was walkin' Had a girl, but his whole hood used to flip her (flipper); dolphin E'rybody like her a**, she a simile She ain't even like him, but he helped her in her chemistry Carry all her books, hold all her bags Look away from the Bloods, smile at the fags So why the f**k should I think you got the Glock on? You a dirty n***a, prolly don't even got socks on You try and play, I'ma press the stop b***on First a {gasp} then the shot comin' Then table, a suit and a box comin' 'Bama, I change your whole state when I Barack somethin' I YouTubed Eric, all the verses the same Pay attention to the letters when I smack him through his name Diss N***a A**, A** N***a Dumb Do Nothing Aggressive, Aim but Never Drum Everybody wanna Surf 'til they on the bottom with the creatures Your last name "St. John"? Well I put Papa St. John in the oven for the cheese; pizza I squat and just watch, I got Buddhist monk patience I see him through the scope, through the window playin' Wii car racin' Danny Granger with the shot I wait 'til he start pacin' Then safety down {draws breath} Then smack across the room like the b*t*h from Smoking Aces He think he gon' oun me? Shiiit, I ain't Oun P Cla** over at 3:00 I'm right where his school be Climb through the window, give Cortez 80 Put NuBorn in a bag I'ma Brenda this Baby Catch him slippin', one from the Smith & Dunk his face in that dark brown liquid I General Tso Chickens It's BK, anything he want he can have it Beef with all three? Bring them Whoppers Triple Decker that casket He get GrindTime stomped for reppin' with the squad You try to grind on my time and I'ma turn this into an episode of Scarred Never been a Memphis Grizzly and you a koala bear Ambulance gotta scrape him, and when they take him holler "Get him the f**k outta here!" They don't get paper, he don't got no cheddar Anything he can do, I can do better When it blam it go through DNA, then Soul Khan then Conceited Then I throw it in reverse, wait, let me repeat it Conceited Khan hit Con's soul with a blam then it hit him AND! Modern day Roman, no hood as n***a He'll prolly run before he pull a** n***a That Super Soaker on full blast The n***a chose the pu**y over green...Tiger Wood a** n***a! {Time gets called} No! come through on my Katrina sh*t beam, no cup he'll lean a bit Compet**ion long, customize with that Pringle clip Look, Tsunami Surf said he repped that six, so I make sure I keep my pistol tight Got goons on each block, they all ready to inf' and snipe If sh*t go down, everybody in my clique gon' fight They got me feelin' like Superman but I ain't scared of this Crip tonight (Kryptonite) My n***as got Fischer Price guns, we call 'em "The big toys that move." Yeah I know he's a Crip, he hands out with the boys in blue I find it funny how you work in the prison and you don't got bars And how you hang out with the boys in blue and you still can't afford to cop cars If that's the case than we can't believe sh*t that this b*t*h talks And since he can't afford to cop cars, then that might explain why we always see this Crip walk But I catch him on his hood on his backstreet And since I see (sea) food, I deliver him shell as soon as me and this crab meet (meat) When I first met him, I really ain't have beef with this lame But when he kept mentioning me like Obama, things proceeded to change Now when I see him, I'ma put the heat to his frame Get violent, n***a that TEC silent like the "T" in ya name You a lil' n***a, you ain't never gon' make big moves And just cause you gettin' dogged out That don't make you the sh*t Tsu (shih Tzu) But I'll creep up to his hood, shoot and slide, let that Ruger fly All my guns are cohesive with the target, they euthanize If n***as was ready to kill Surf in the last result was snitchin', and it was do or die Then the cops will be the first place that Tsu will side (suicide) See n***as in Newark used to be anemic the way they would hold the iron They used to pitch the white boy on the rock, like Nolan Ryan You came to the hood, the murder rate went down and now no one's violent So you just the n***a known for changin' Jersey like Kobe Bryant Y'all might not get that though, since y'all doubtin' a great He gettin' murdered under 24 and he about to get 8 (ate) If you still don't get that and you doubt me more Then take Kobe Bryant's old jersey number, minus it with his new number and see I can kill him with the same number as Pau Gasol As far as my battles, if you combine them then you know the score I be smashin' 'em He's Lamar N***as that owed him (Odom) be f**kin' his b*t*h; Kardashian I'm always in a Bentley, you in a Chevy mister And if it's beef I'm known to come through in the clutch like Derek Fischer So if you want drama then we can play y'all sets I'm Ron, now I show you who this AR test (Artest) Surf I admit you wild but don't kill And as far as luck, how you jack as style we don't feel? GrindTime's street- I said SMACK's street and GrindTime is for the nerds Since I did Oun P backwards I figured since you Crip I kill him with six letter words {Time gets called} Awwww sh*t! {the crowd wants DNA to keep going. Surf argues that he went over the time limit in the 1st round, but he didn't so Smack let's DNA get his bars off.} Look, a cypher and a cosign got him cameos on the camera There's no chance in this combat you surviving this cancer It's common this coward would wind up in the casket with his fam' lightin' a candle Cause your career can't stand a Cannon bringing your show to a cancel He think he cutout to rep them- It's over! Get him the f**k outta here!
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