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Letra : Aye Verb vs. 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***a 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***as 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***as 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***as 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***as said right?
Well if it is a ghost writer, I swear that n***a dead nice
Ain’t you the n***a that got chased around a car? That’s you? Verb let’s play swear to God
Ain’t you the n***a 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 pu**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
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***a 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***as 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***as 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***as 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***as said right?
Well if it is a ghost writer, I swear that n***a dead nice
Ain’t you the n***a that got chased around a car? That’s you? Verb let’s play swear to God
Ain’t you the n***a 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 pu**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
