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Tsu Surf vs. Cortez
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Raleigh, what the f**k is up? Yo listen, I'm from an era where we ride for blocks Slide on opps in a hoopty and we ride for blocks I give a f**k about Snake Eyez, as long tonight it counts when I get the T**le shot If you've ever been hated on before, put ya hand in the air You know what you tell that hater? Suck my d**k What you tell that hater Aye yo Surf, if a n***a ever hated on you for ten years but never pull up or wanna pop off You know what you tell that hater? Suck my d**k Aye yo Surf, suck my d**k That sh*t you pulled in the facеoff, I know you prolly was joking, I'm not laughing I'm here for a hommi, I'm toting You and me, facе to heel So when I body opponents Can spray over the T**le like I'm Hollywood Hogan I'm not for the joking You see me and mines, baby Mind crazy Nines, eighties Coming back with a 45, and I'm chasing a T**le, Tom Brady Why play me? Knowin' it's Murda Ave Knowing it's my turn to spaz Yeah, they hate, so I'mma balance the negatives like I overdraft First, we gon' cremate 'em, then burn his flag You'll sell more when you dead anyway, that's how you earn in ash (urn and ash) Fire one, iron dump Smoke burn through his iron lung When the K boom, it's gon make the Shade Room Smack, see this a viral one Bulls in the 90s, for a decade I watched the T**le run But now since you out here, we in Raleigh, so I'm out here I let a round flare And I scope Neighborhood, I might buy a house here Rounds flare You was lacking, so we wrapped 'em in plastic, like nana' couch chair How dare you disrespect my people You know they used to call us wetbacks They said my people swam 'cross borders So what the f**k is a Wave, when my grandfather literally moonwalked on water Que te dije no me jodas F**k it, drilling like Sosa Make 'em sosa With me pistola, entra la boca Let it [?] F**k, I gotta put in subt**les or something? Oh, y'all know what I'm saying, son? Translation, I was hitting licks before I ever knew what my native tongue Is he Puerto Rican, is he Mexican? It doesn't matter at all, you was dragging it, dog They don't care about race, the consensus only cares if I black on this card That's why I'm outside, I'm never hiding The metal flying Who gives a f**k about race, when dead's how they identify 'em That's the sh*t you did, you did that for promotion? To provoke him? Knowing it would make me mad Knowing I'm gun-happy, and that could trigger emotions B*t*h please, that's why I'm letting six squeeze Right inside of his wig piece He always talk about, 'it's levels', so what? Every casket is six feet B*t*h please I grip heat This sh*t is big as the Jets And it's gon strip him for that drip on his neck You shouldn't stand it when I'm lifting a TEC The shots can knock Tidal wave through Roc, that's the ripple effect Cannons'll burst, I'm popping 30 like I had me a perc' The kid napping (kidnap in) NeighborHood, it's an Amber Alert It don't matter It don't matter where you at, bro The Atlanta house, ya grandma house I ain't messin' around You know that the weapons around Five from the deuce, four from the tray You ain't the only with nine consecutive rounds So when nine blow Tsu way, it sink into his kufi Flame, then bubble his top, call that a soufflé And it crack a hard shell like Taco Tuesdays He called me Mexican, good, that's why we packed this b*t*h from wall to wall Court of (quarter) law I'mma face time like Audemars When you get drug right in front of the church, it's like an altar choir Then I spin, then slide on wave, don't go chasin' waterfalls Where's all these chains you getting? I would bring up that PPP loan, oh, that ain't my business I appreciate you reaching out But wait 'til round 3, there's some sh*t we gotta speak about I can't speak ya native language, but I would let a TEC fly Cor, if this even feel like a lick, Colombian neck tie They ask me how I feel about Cor', I don't like 'em Your birthday's ya death date, your life span a hyphen Imagine playing gangster on cam, that's indictment But I'll let it rip off air (ear), Mike Tyson I'm here for the cake, the 3-0 just the icing We'll ice 'em You'll be with the wings, that's a Breitling I'm exciting See that half moon turn Lycan Once it flash, drive, his whole memory, wipe it Bat with the nail to Cort's side (court side), I'll spike 'em You old, we push to the side that type writing You ever been to granddad house, I'll invite 'em, light 'em Leatherface, cut 'em up, slice 'em Stinking, reekin' ('Rican) everywhere, Dyckman I go hammer (ham and) crazy Finger lickin' like a grandma made it Shang Tsung, took Twork soul, got animated Why I'm thinking about killing kids Damn, I'm crazy Bigger nine, in a stroller like Spanish babies You don't even speak ya own language I show you what to do, poppa Far as you and me go (Migo), not friends, two choppers You know what I do with a K, boo blocka This my sh*t, but f**k it, mi casa, su casa (Tsu casa) You don't even speak ya own language That's an oxy', how you papi? Stick like ya Spanish, choppy Big stage, shine on these floors, Epoxy Two two three hot, chip a kid, make him Taki Four to the scalp, get caught in the mouth: hibachi Bald head, blue in his eyes, I make a Nazi Blade stick thick, get side burns like Ashanti Two arms straight to the arm, I'll make a zombie You are not it, you should stop it We break his legs, you wanna visualize how I pop it? SI got pupils, why would I risk (iris) f**king up a profit (prophet) Leg shot, Cor' knee'll (cornea) pop out his socket Or tore an ACL, can't run on it I'm in love with my chopper I'll bongo forever, I put a drum on it You wanna know what nashty (nasty), gettin' shot in the mouth Or pistol whipped the bull dog so bad, Flea was still on it when we got in the house They said who would he be in the NBA, I could not think of one Sh*t was scrambling my brain, wouldn't comin' up with none Then it hit me, at best he Delonte West: a mother-f**king bum Clip slamming Be careful, you'll die over crip slander St**ches like a millipede, head wrap, big bandage Get to cooking in the house, rose from the floor to the room, sh*t damaged It go through Cor then ate everything behind him, I'm event planning You couldn't beat me then, you damn sure can't beat me now Code word Bush, let's see him try to beat a round (around) Spanish b*t*h, well I hope you got a heat around If it ever rose on stage, Selina down How many of ya battles locked away? Your career couldn't hold shadow to mines I'm electric, a thousand vaults (volts) couldn't hold a battle of mines You think you nice? Why? You need to stop it, my granddad was a boxer, I leave his sh*t knotted Them drugs you rap about, the Greyhound how we got it You ain't never flip no cane, Cor, so, so stop it All this top tier money, I really think your brain be frying in ya head I'll expose the pu**y in Bodega, always lyin' on the bread At this point it's me versus me I'm at war with a beast Boy, I kept my mouth shut when I got caught in them streets I never tell, why? 'Cause the law ain't for me I gun b*** 'em, that's how handle Cor (court) in the streets Head blown, we'll be pulling out a charger like dead phones I can't make them put respect on ya name, but I can make them put ya name on a headstone And if it ain't sixty-thousand or better, then it's f**k haters Yo, for months these bloggers been reckless with talk Had me question the sport Angry Fan, Piperboy, HipHopIsReal Made me question the sport Sh*t, even Norbes He said, what's up with me, Tsu and you URL (suin' URL) I said, it's getting settled with Cort' (court) You watched me when you stepped off the porch It's Brooklyn, the town heard of us Strapped in a seat, he plain (plane) shook, that's wild turbulence Trump mask, we out Purgin', we wild murderers Cort (caught) snatching Grandsons, likechild services I'm on some murder sh*t, if we spottin' cuz, the Llama tucked And you Crip? Oh, it's gonna be a lot of spilt milk by this Bodega, they gotta mop him up Brain matter scatter, a lot of guts Sh*t, the fans can go from watchin' in a lot, to watching you in a lot of a blood The yellow tape, surroundin' cuz, I get even, okay I won't stop squeezing 'til I see mama Surf weepin' away Like them verses you never sent, b*t*h, you gon' lose a feature today Body Surf, I'm puttin' hands and feet on the Wave Gem Star, against Tsu (ginsu), 'til it weakens the blade I'm Pete Davidson, I sleep with the K You know the deacon gon' pray But this herb and sh*t I ain't concerned a bit, what utter out of Surf his lips It ain't worth the lick Math jumped inside of his live, you was nervous, b*t*h Like this a AP-, that's a nervous tic (tick) B*t*h It's official I'mma turn up, AMG mode It's official, what I've been through's hard So it's essential I ascend you marks See all this shade, made my mental dark Bullets ain't got no love, but they meant for hearts Razor's edge against Tsu sharp, ginsu sharp From the start, you used my name for your promo After today, that's no go The range on this .44, Dame from the logo What you gonna talk about, that 100K though? I f**ked it up, I still say thank you to Drake I'm still making the ranks There's still top tier money after today, Smack raising my pay I don't care what you think I literally went from not cracking a vault to breaking a bank That's why now my booking fee's the price we cook a key Sh*t, I was pushing lean back when R Kelly was pushing P Shots'll make him spin where he stood, that's Booker T For the flag, I'm in the field Bow, bow, I took a knee N***a, look at me It's Bodega But my cats ain't sleep The whole staff is holding We got magnums, serials, scratch off 'cause the grams is golden He try to lockpick, ihhh, but the ratchets blowing The next time y'all hear that ihhh, his casket's closing Why you not hype N***a, you was a fan, I remember Now it's "I hate Cort", boy you dragged it forever Hermaphrodite, I know you have an agenda (halfin' a gender) But it's cap in the era Ron Artest in the stand just how I handle the heckler You know the vault don't crack under pressure That's why I'm smackin' whoever Outside, me lackin', I'm never I used to f**k MAC models, with the MAC on the dresser That's why ain't no scratching my record Before the tracks I did with Statik Selektah I told Smack, it's whoever Big stage, small room, app, Caffeine, it don't matter Why try? Nine fly When blood hits the Wave, and his stained white tee is to tie dye, and a Ti' dies Murda Ave, my block in '99, it was The Walking Dead My reality, it was sci-fi I smoke target, dome cartilage Soaked carpets, closed coffins, and mo' targets Brooklyn, I spin blocks like it's no parking No talking, I ain't got no option to fail Shank made from a toothbrush, in case my opps in a cell Just 'cause you was locked, it does NOT mean you're not gonna tell! Ain't you start Midnight Madness? Cool, it only proves he still locked in with 12 And like I said, I appreciate you reaching out But wait 'til round 3, there's some sh*t we gotta speak about Since I came in this sh*t, for the last 12 years, you been on Math d**k, get off You or Math can't afford a AP, that should tick you off Aye papi, let me get a sandwich Mayo, ketchup, pickles, swiss poppy seed I'm about to kill this sh*t I shoulda ate before the battle, stomach growling, I could feel this sh*t I know, I know, I know, sound like silly sh*t But that’s a code for a body, let me tell you what that really meant Some say I may owe you a fade, would you stop, Flea? Swiss cheese nozzle, catch a red laser on top, please The bun, that's the drum, I open up pop's seed Salt ('ssault) with everything, the back of Bodega will be chopped cheese Our pick'll get the place (plates), silencer pop Apparently (a parent leave) he never heard that One step farther (father), motherf**ker, and a bird clap Split a house, straight down the middle how Surf act Why's he caught in the middle of my sh*t, kids don't deserve that They gon' have to say a cheers for ya friends, lose a couple when the nine peel Hospital, Cor (core) cast all white, let's how getting signed feel (Seinfeld) I kidnap ya she-boy on Sunday, b*t*h don't get left out Monday machine day, tryin' to rip her neck out Tuesday, leg day, blood start to sweat out Wednesday for pictures, how we show the (shoulder) press to get the mess out Thursday, chest day, let 'em poke a breast out Friday, man, Friday, screams get let out Ransom get set out A 124,000, in 24 hours Fit in this b*t*h gettin' stretched out You warn what? You know how many blocks I done tore up Tengo frio they dont get that 124 up Let her leave a message, b*t*h you better say Cor suck He gon find Fit bottom ripped, that's the warmup When it come to beef in these streets, empanadas, I hand made it Anybody thinking Papi gon' cook, well tuh, that plan tainted (plantain it) The heat up Your stock was mini un poquito 'round the time I tore T up (tortilla) But let's rap (wrap) Witness say something from the private flew, it was jet black This fall somewhere 'round the waist, set back I hope Cor set strapped, or you'll hear a neck crack Find where they hustle at, that b*t*h'll be a death trap If I gotta chase down a V, I wreck (Iraq) that Sixteen squeeze in a whip, I wet back I still hear you getting top tier money and sellin' sneakers And got the best sh*t out Boy, I pull up with the TEC, X sh*t out All my fools play, let the tool spray, it be doomsday Body lose pigment, skin tone cool gray Or the blackest silver nines or fours, he'll die for 'em Broad day, be in a sneaker hype and line for 'em Sneakers? Top tier? How he even got time for it? (Tom Ford) I got bricks and Yeezy boxes, I could pull all kind chords (concords) Aye Raleigh, I appreciate y'all reaching out But I need total silence for round 3, there's some sh*t we gotta speak about What you know about leagues holding ya footage, begging Smack to put ya sh*t out You talking 'bout the opps got a hit out You said they hit ya legs, ya ribs, ya wrist And views is some sh*t you tryin' spit 'bout? My battles been vaulted forever, Tsunami There's still some rounds I can't get out! But now that Smack sent the contract, I'mma work the pen to murder him I got one night to f**k up NeighborHood, so let the Purge begin I told Smack, send them hearses in I ain't impressed with none of ya latest sh*t Them last nine rounds like Jaz' body, basic b*t*h He ain't raiding sh*t That's big cap, Raiden sh*t And with the chop, Tsu, we (chop suey) split 'em, now that's an Asian dish I raise the Smith, b*t*h, this a playoff game For years me and the gang we made our name off 'caine If he get locked, he start singing, oh, you say our names I lift a bat and I A-Rod Wave I don't play no games, I'm from a cold era, Bodega Burner, under the low sweater But my b*t*h, she hide the strap in her Bottega Don't get knocked off See, this a fake bag for me I'mma put the Fear of God in ya soul (sole), ya fashion weak (Fashion Week) That's why I'mma send you to the hood, see I license carry Life was scary The skeletons in my closet ain't no Mike Amiri Why compare me? Knowing I don't f**k with y'all For years you put a stain on name and tried to put me under dog So I'mma take that negative and turn it positive and show y'all why I define what's an underdog I'm Tom Brady at the Superbowl, when he's down 25 at the half I'm 50 after took nine, see this here is the Aftermath I'm Nas' Takeover, but he was on his Ether run Nick Foles when the Eagles won Lebron down 3 to 1 So what the f**k is up Smack, you said for me to beat the odds, I gotta knuckle up Good, I'mma hit 'em with a Ali rope-a-dope and Buster Douglas uppercut The f**k is up I told you I told you, I ain't struggling either Tell Chess, he act bold (bowl), then I'm cutting his leader (litre) I'm tuckin' a Nina Surf, ain't no disrespecting mine You better pray Jaz working and connect the line 'Cause you'll really need operators pressing nine Bow! Bow! Bullets leave him with a broken face How the f**k you got court today, but I'm the one that's gon' leave here with the open case This social media hoe's a fake On Twitter like you own the place You get a burial and a plot for the next time you host a space Brooklyn, the lead squirt, from the home of the unemployed, but the TEC work 'Cause before a RIP tee, it be a 'Free Cortez' shirt N***a, my heart differ off dark liquor Palm triggers, calm hitters 'Cause the sawed-off a drawn, your liver gon' pull rivers I'm fueled by the hate Dirt got for Vault' killers Cut the talk, n***a You a b*t*h, it's true You ain't wanna battle, you hyped ya man He got cut 'cause of the sh*t you do That's not cap, that's facts, I'm a witness too All for what? Got Surf duckin Vault like Mr. Scrooge Listen Tsu Are you sh*tting me? I'm grippin' heat Bow! Stomach shot His insides all in the streets DNA everywhere, he's missin' teeth Blew (blue) steel, my Crippin' piece You'll Crip in peace All 'cause he wanna live a Pac life like Lil Meech You ain't no killer, please I'm seeing it now Don't y'all see it's for clout He always talk about "I'm stepping stone", good I brought a ladder than can even it out Bow! So either catch a hook fast Or it's Brooklyn 'cause I'm back in my book bag You pushed it back a month and a half, and you still couldn't whoop a** Either way my pen is like the '96 rook cla**, all I need is a good draft With yo' fraud a**, Surf I know you like to blogging Then you beef with Nunu on live, your whole type is fraudulent Talk about "it's on sight", that's good We use TECs (text) 'cause we don't like to comment N***a, we slide in silence They said I had no fight They called me spic and wetback, like that's alright I really am Mexican, 'cause my back been against the wall the whole life And like I said, it don't matter if I'm top tier, dummy As long as Smack keep paying that top tier money You think top tier money is top tier money 'cause you never seen top tier money You stupid But a b*t*h that ain't never had steak cooked possibly mistake a Friday's for a Ruth's Chris Your best performance was 10, 12 years ago That's why I'm not a fan They be critiquing me like Jesus You know what I woulda did with a Hollohan (hollow hand) My front end be ya whole battle, we could not share money Who Cor's link to on JPay? I been getting n***as on a top tier money Free the Gods Now you battle rap's Bad Bunny After sucking Math d**k for 12 years, now you care about ya history Me clowning you n***as is the reason you work harder Just another arm I extend though (extendo) But if I catch Bodega after hours, you gon' see an arm out the window What you know about Wall Street and sh*t? I don't know much But let's chop it, Pap' Why everytime a Geechi, Eazy, Twork come around, ya stock'll drop That's wild cold You got n***as like Serius calling you a**, you worry about me, you need to dial Jones (Dow Jones) But we past that 'cause we was in them one piece suits, the hazmats Invest in stocks, it was operation NASDAQ They said this could go 2-1 either way Listen, Jon B If you ain't tryin' to be where John be, don't listen to what people say You got 81 battles, 81, and n***as still ain't hearin' you Viixen, I will slap the sh*t out you-- my bad, wrong material That' just practice for Viix' Figured I'd rap with a b*t*h n***a, I couldn't rap with a b*t*h No angles, no dirt, I ain't got the scoop, I dig ditches They book you, me and URL did business .40 Glock, lick in his mouth like French kisses Or the blade, this sh*t got a taste for mixed b*t*hes You stink, you stink, you stink Aye Smack, if you said no the first time they called you for this battle, blink Your very first time on TV you did terrible How it feel layin' on the couch with that L Rex had you sleepin' on that sectional You wanna know what's Ultimate Madness? Gettin' 750 dollars for Ultimate Madness You wanna know what's Ultimate Madness? Saying ya mother hair napped you to solidify ya blackness You wanna know what's Ultimate Madness? Being 38 and not having that sh*t figured out Thinking you hang with a couple Afro-Americans, we wouldn't pick it out Only race that matter is the one to the hospital You gotta watch what you say, you could ruin yourself Talking about the gun to Math to pistol whip Mook Why you ain't do it yourself? With ya cop a** And where was the gun to pistol whip Dizaster when he popped Math Ya luck's (Lux) not the best Delivery boring sh*t No Hollow in ya DNA A million views short of Clips On that New York tree, you don't shine (Shine) at the top, that's a ornament Flashbacks of Ice, lost a 100K tournament Rex had you sleeping on the couch, y'all recording this? When it come to Brooklyn, how you ain't the most important, b*t*h? Always cryin', why URL treat him like the champ? I'mma star, Cor' And watch ya tone, bro (Tone Bro) Tryin' to get this belt'll be hard, Cor' (Hardcore) F**k, I gotta put this in subt**les or somethin'? Telemundo Cort' I coulda did this in my boxers, choppers zoom on Cor' And if it ain't 60,000 or better, then it's f**k haters Iron Solomon, Math, Goodz, nut chasers
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