Correction Paroles Tsu Surf vs. 40 B.A.R.R.S. par URLtv

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I'm good? Y'all can hear me, I'm good?
Some people feel like my bars ain't on the same level of plateaus that Surf is
I mean, why?
My rhymes are deeper than the Earth's core and yours barely scratch the surface
You make the fans "ooh" when you move, Tsu, 'cause your performance is spectacular
But there's too many flaws in your bars when I pull apart your vernacular
Lemme back it up
That battle with Holla cost (Holocaust) you respect I had for mad long
You ate off (Adolf) a wack bar that the fans hyped, and that's wrong
But I'll switch it around in this b*t*h
Show you in here I'm mad strong
n***a, you ass, and (Anne) Frank(ly), you can not see (Nazi) me wit' the gas gone
That sh*t, that jump off onstage in this sh*t, it's not allowed, Surf
Let's be real - most these n***as only feel you in a crowd, Surf
Heard I couldn't get the job done? Well, let me bring you up to speed
My resume fire online: I'm a Monster Indeed
If we compare star powers, for the females, I'm the closest
But it's disrespect and beggin' me for sex what he proposes
You can't f**k me! He's leadin' these people on and he knows this
And my patience is real light (Israelite)
Have me tryna split the Wave like Moses
Holdin' high a couple blades, wavin' crazy like a helicopter
I swear you better pray the clinic's near so you can tell a doctor
Your energy made your enemies split your crown to your yellow chakra
And this piece of mine gon' make him watch what he say: it's a teleprompter!
You better talk wit' more respect when I'm addressed, I need fluency
It's the principle (principal)
You ain't never been in my class like truancy
Got the nerve to tell the world that we gon' f**k like it's you and me?
Well, I'll gauge the situation
Now you viewed under my scope like scrutiny
I'll shoot if he 'bout that bread
Man, which (Manwich) way this gotta go?
You understand? Somethin' nasty in this can' like sloppy joe
Know that, I ride- I tried
The right conditions gon' put the Wave in the air like high tide
This my time, this my sh*t, y'all watched me grow up to the top
And this the queen that they bought in this (botanist) b*t*h, so 40 guardin' (garden) her spot
The root of my problem, Surf?
Your peers have sown seeds about a situation
How you give dirt to the police and you like to soil reputations
I can't beat around the bush - you a herb-ass n***a for that
It kinda leaves me in shock...
How you can't keep them two lips (tulips) closed, but still rose to the top
The amount of days he (daisy) spent locked up is not enough, but y'all hold him in the same light?
Givin' this n***a flowers everyday
b*t*h, I'd rather leave 'em on yo' gravesite
You might get "been the street" law, but real n***as won't fold
If sellin' out was sellin' records, Tsu Surf would go gold
We coulda had this locked in from the gate
He was on the fence wit' the show sold
Funny I was barely granted access to a n***a wit' no code
Try foldin' a b*t*h ready to take your life, and cashin' out later
Of course your name got me a flyer offer - bro sure (brochure) about his paper

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