Tsu Surf vs. Calicoe (Rematch)

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[Round 1: Tsu Surf] My nana said you can catch a body and still go to Heaven, just can't get a halo I still smell blood and hash browns but we silence the potato Ask the Opps whatever, they'll never say I play tho I think this Detroit nigga bitch, Jhene Aiko Drive by where? We hop out, Gun in hand Gangstas don't dance, I made plenty do the running man Drum a band Boy I turn blocks into Summer Jam Paul Bearer walking with the Undertaker, Summerslam Blood hound, I can sniff a shirt and go hunt a man Last kill, my dawg really did it - Son of Sam Don't make me America's Most Wanted Man Understand? Rifle that you gotta hold underhand Except this first pick from Detroit won't bе Cade Cunningham Classic or slow night? Cause glasses was so light Wе ride around, hoodie - draw string with the bow tight Hold it like a cop, green beam with the ghost light Boy I get the heat in Cal zone if the dough right It's war tonight I came in my walk on water Nikes They deliver bodies kinda crazy, I can order life You no Captain, Lieutenant - we kinda question whatcha warrin' like Well we brought more small soldiers than the gorgonites It's energy, I can tell in his eyes he won't let it off or set it off Besides BMF ties, honestly you hella soft Coochie, cotton, kitty litter - I can smell em yall Weird posture and his brows twitching - says it all Lottery on his head, the hood'll have a megaball I'll sit up and piss 'fore I ever go and tell it all He won't squat on a soul, I'm telling y'all We pushed up on real niggas, even dipped when we had t- man I can tell Cal aesthetics off How many niggas beef with niggas from Detroit, then go to Detroit? Not plenty That should stppped a few thousand dollars, boy it ain't stop any If I was from where you was from and Suge woulda- I woulda shot Jimmy Trick said no shotguns in Detroit, cool - I took a Glock 20 It open flesh and chip bones The temperature was brimstone Sawed off chopper a foot, he'll/heel stop a whip like a Flintstone Son is a nerd This who y'all got running ya herd? They cost 30, we gon charge y'all a hunnid a bird The fiends dancing in the rain, cause they wanna get served Milk em for everything he got if Cal/cow utter/udder a word I'm Cold hearted, when I take a nigga life when I feel the warmest Time'll tell who'll tell, rule one we kill informants Gun a Taurus, whip a Taurus Nina with me, bitch is gorgeous Standard hold a 16, extendo? With the chorus Bully who? I'm usually the one who'll stick up for us Grant his wish, my shooter got goggles like the nigga Horace Dump stuff Swing them shits like nunchucks, nigga Norris Body shot, then the body lock from the rigamortus I hear that kid home alone I pop up holding chrome Next time Cal'a see 'em/coliseum, be with an open dome Or hold em for ransom, but that'a be my call Fat burner to his head, a hunnid thousand Cal or he's/calories knocked off Since kindergarten it was glued to my hands - Elmer's In school I was a legend with the sword - Zelda What do you be wearing? Puh, tacky/Pataki - Helga John John still crawling for his glasses like Velma [Round 1: Calicoe] I ain't have to battle you again, I'm only coming for the pape I came all the way to Jersey and fucked you up in front of your mama, now you want me to beat your ass in front of Drake? Ain't no debate Just like the last dicksucker, he took the bait I heard the real shooters ran you out your hometown, what they put too much food on your plate? What tip you on, shooting to ATL - you tryna skate? Hold on hold on What TIP y'all on, with Nunu Nellz - is this a date? Hold on hold on hold on What TIP y'all on, he keep getting outta jail with all of these pistols on his case Hold on hold on What tip you on coming in here with this tiny resume? Cause I watch niggas fuck you up, constantly - and you allow em to But you gotta commend me for being smart, cause I notice your bars being built through the niggas around your crew You was stuck between a Roc and a Eazy place, so you just put them niggas down with you Now y'all walk around with your chest/Chess out but he a coward too! You stay with the young, relevant, naive niggas who happy they finally cracking a hunnid thousand views Play the boss role and make it look like the URL hounding you But the legends of this shit, we know - you not powerful Ladies y'all ever seen an ain't shit ass apologizing ass nigga? Well that's me - and I'm sorry Tsu I'm here to fuck your life up again but give you your flowers too For the people that don't know Tsunami Surf, I'm here to give y'all some insight today He usually mixing sports and business, but now that this fourth in/and inches he gon come out and spike the play I question yo drive, is this even yo lane? It's like you don't move til Smack give you the right away Then you write away This nigga a bitch I'll wipe his face Don't even craft your bars aggressive, you better figure out how to diss me in a nicer way Cause the clip hanging out like a night with gang Hollow tips, stuffed in his shit - sit em down like the flight delayed First he was Tsunami Surf, now he the tidal wave? Til something cold heat em up now he the microwave Chop so old it got rust, but shoot like Michael J Just got four bows off my trust, that's why I like LA So you let a bitch retire you, niggas slide in fired - so it was two times a 40 made him feel some type of way On god, I will BOW his head, tonight we pray Tell Caffeine, this is not for the app - we on site/sight today Fuck a hurricane Ida, he gon be the next wave to make the news Cause I don't like the way you move Never was my man's but I play it cool Battle rap bad guy, I create the rules I'm sick of Smack giving me replacement goons Now he got the snitch Ahdi writing for him, I'm like this can't be true I told Mook I got this one, I ain't even have to pray to Boon He flew back to Jersey to rehearse out the way with Boom A snitch write your raps he must write your statements too He in here talking shit that's not gon matter These niggas all bark no bite, they saw me fight - it was all box, no tatter My niggas really step on shit, I mean stomp on rather Where Tay Roc go? Fuck around and get your capo splattered The first two shots gon expose that he not no savage You won't even get to hear the 3rd, like when we watch yo battles! PUSSY! He be like, he be like - JERSEY! [Round 2: Tsu Surf] A ghostwriting snitch? Man that nigga can't even be in New Jersey Ahdi Boom? Ahdi who? Ahdi can't even be in New Jersey A ghostwriting snitch? That's what these punks wanna scream? We damn near take Ahdi out in Jersey tryna cut em from the team Another pack flip, another story how he move them drugs How his daddy was BMF, tryna prove he plug He got packs, he got straps and he move with thugs Rob and strip all these niggas - skinny dipping again, just a pool of blood They say the mortuary table get colder than Chicago Clearly I'm bulletproof, he'a go 'fore I go He a bitch, you just gotta worry 'bout his pop tho Beam light a spot on Blackface, Vitiligo We couldn't eat and pay connects, so we take it Suckers drive by, we lick a shot then we chase it Death is what's served for you, life is what you make it Mine? Ducking slowmo from agents The plug still in the back of my mind like The Matrix Do you believe in the unbelievable? Sawed off, let something short bust/bus - remedial When the spring break, some'll/summer fall - shit seasonal It's beef with you, I'm leaving you They can't even grieve for you We be running back for Cal boys/cowboys like Ezekiel Devil's child, I get my shape up and get my horns shaved You don't just wake up gangsta, we be born brave First it's surgery, recovery, rehab then the sore phase New scope, I'll pick you apart through the crosshairs like Cornbraids Wanna know if a nigga gangsta , we just touch 'em by his heart Te'a Cooper, pretty bitch get to pointing and it spark What I do to my opponents, I be cutting mine apart Murky waters, Cal a bass is/Calabasas nothing like a shark Some shit I got up in my past you couldn't get it with a shovel We got street niggas and street niggas, we know it's levels All these bodies keep dropping I be seeing the devil TSA machine at the plug house, hands in the air and put your feet on the yellow They gotta pray before I prey, that's just regular I run with predators Two clips flip, pro editor Been had classics over the net, Federa Squeeze in crowd, I hit a heckler with a heckler Everybody stepping til a stepper come and step to ya Shots fly, Imma miss everybody except for ya Trapping off that apple Jack phone'll be the death of ya No serial, 16 scratching arms -that's a bad case of eczema The pound or smith'n? If it's money on his head then I'm down to get 'em First the Ambulance then the coroners surround the victim Never cared for cartoons, they just had my attention talking Cal/cow and chicken It's a difference between metaphors an- square please Y'all let these million view Bitches get mad and go to Rare Breed [Round 2: Calicoe] I be in deep thought about the shit that I write in my verses Niggas hate the truth, that's why I'm not a likable person But I try my best to maintain friendships while the game switching These niggas be talking to me like we ain't come from the same entrance I be confused about it No really I be amused about it But I ain't gon blow no fuse about it The ten toes in my shoes is solid I'm in a Warzone, a marathon with ankle weights on like "fuck if they ain't give me the proper timing" I can't turn down these thousands I was the nigga with OxyContin at the college I was the nigga that ran up 300 liquid but kept it solid He done ???? a lot 300 thousand but they don't ran back the mileage I see the flaws on em This ain't the first time I put the paws on em This plate won't be a mistake, I put my dog on it/doggone it This plate won't be a mistake, see doggone it I ain't had to put the call on em, I just gotta put the call for em You want me to put it in Subtitles or something? Drake sent so much money I said "What you want me to put it on Guntitles or something?" I'll take a fraction of this shit They'll come wack em in his crib Y'all be rapping what I live This shit be passion from my rib Check the stats, I'm gon match with any actor you can give With my same team in this bitch Yea I lead the league in assists My niggas be, wiping they eyes to make sure they ain't dreaming and shit Cause we come from a place where a lick like this don't even exist We saw niggas top fives, we wasn't convinced I be putting my life in this shit These niggas can't really spit But they performances lit He talking about Cade Cunningham, BMF - all that horrible shit Surf we tired of the wave flow/wave flow and current events Surf we tired of the maze that you put these people in I didn't need a sequel to know you wasn't equal to my pen I was gon use the lethal but the heart beat sensor in my hand And I done already C4'd the door he was creeping in BOOM! Unexpected But most importantly undetected LA I'm tapped in Who gon tell me I ain't get my strap in? This a robbery, who told Surf he was getting a backend? Yea he that soft But off the first take, he gon get his wig pushed back yall Like Stephen A Smith as long as I get the Macs/Max off I will open hand slap dawg, but if he start and we get to bussin' BOOM BOOM BOOM, the neighbors like "What the fu-" Pardon the interruption Bitch I'm Undisputed Why would God care bout what the devil doing? I knew Surf since he was a kid, but I'll kill em like I never knew em Send niggas to blitz yo shit You can't block these shit, you talking bout some Flintstone shit? Our last battle you tasted defeat and I hit yo bitch I came to his neighborhood/naybahood and 30'd em, now I'm 30'ing him again that's why he 6-0 Crip? How did he ever feel he could win? This a body and when you get to Heaven, Boon gon kill you again [Round 3: Tsu Surf] Whatchu know about features, shows, bookings, working on ya tape cause you gotta get ya shit out But still the homies need choppas, the opps got a hit out They hit my wrist, my ribs, my leg - but me getting shot is some shit you tryna spit bout Didn't one of your parents get shot? Ain't it some bullets that still can't get out? The way you run yo mouth about yo daddy, red flag - that's just one of plenty things Talk too fucking much, I wouldn't let cal assist/callouses a hand in anything If Smack White tell me black, I go Mulatto New straps, scratch off the nickel - feel like the lotto It fly tho This gelato from Colorado No Co-D's, he went suitcase -he desperado My motto? Hard shells ground beef, we make tacos Or nachos Use the stick to paint with, Picasso I gotta let it sing, it's gonna get Demi Lovato Bald heads, uplift some shit - I feel like Wallo How ya daddy apart of BMF and he ain't have a character on BMF? When is them lies gon last? If he was really a part of BMF, put in work for Meech and broke bones - he'd'a got signed on the cast How ya daddy apart of BMF, and he ain't have a character on BM- Man we crack heads Daddy don't die he better lay down and act dead Play tough, face shot- run and hit back head You can't dodge a drive by off a flatbed Two hands squeeze in his face, I pop Black head/Blackhead We can't get him, get his family I will hurt Cal world Shotgun, hit his bitch from the back - I reverse Cal girl/Cowgirl In his crib with his Thot and a safe, gimme the code or I'm ending ya Either she laugh, scream, or fucking smirk/Smurk, but she better be India Domination Boy she Mayweather with the combination Bag her head, poke her mouth out like dominatrix You ain't no trapper you just trap a lil bit, we checked the profile Cruelty to animals, intent to distribute - basically no foul A couple months and done, you never did no trial You get your cheap packs from Southern California, so Cal/SoCal? Ay Blackface, I heard you really get the packs for the cheap Y'all trap, we trap, lets get some packs we could eat Just leave this pussy home, cause this nigga sweet Gimme a date and site/dating site, and I'll have me and Black people meet/BlackPeopleMeet They call me a lot of shit, one thing not a liar We seen you rebound off Roc, is Cal Amare/calamari Stoude- You top tier but you appetizer Behind em like a cop, point 9/.9 and blew out his mouth like a breathalyzer This machine will sit you in hell, it's a ??? My last bitch was a virgin 'fore I left beside her But the hood got hot, I gave her to a reckless slider She came back with a body, I ain't recognize her What Roc did to you, we call that very sloppy We saw Tay/sautee cook Cal/cow, we coulda called that teriyaki My shooter pull up on a Kawasaki, pop the 30 *Motorcycle noises* He hit Cal like Calvin, what's popping Kermie? [Round 3: Calicoe] That shit was ass pussy You was at my last battle behind Geechi Gotti dick sucking Shit I couldn't help but think he wrote some shit for you, but since we crip loving I wonder if you know I beat Ars Suge Geechi Daylyt and you - yea it ain't no love, bitch you the fifth cousin Fuck all that gangbanging shit, my lil niggas tryna spin something And I taught em fundamentals, like if you catch em in the rental? Aim at the glass for Tim Duncan We can't all win, we learn to take the good from the bad that come with it This clip a hand me down for lil bro, I'm done with it This suit used to be fun Free 2Strap, he still locked - it's crazy they talking bout they caught my lil bro with two guns But y'all know what's crazier than that? We all was just yelling "Free Surf", I'm tryna see why they give em all that time if he ain't have to do none Drake sent my first half, I went and bought dracs They trying not to catch COVID, I'm trying not to catch a case Was aiming for his heart, the nigga Chess/chest got in the way How y'all tryna drown a shark? Y'all gon learn a lesson here today You gasping for air, can you even resurface Surf you not slime but you a serpent Get the blood out the carpet, peroxide and detergent Then wash my hands to my elbows with bleach Go to the studio and rap about it, I want two bands a feat There's so many ways to die, beefing with Surf? Not one of em Cause when the smoke clear? All he gon see is his eyelids Y'all gon and cheer for him, he need the gas - bitch I'm a hybrid I hope y'all here for em They won't hear from em, my shooters silent These niggas bougie like bitches Y'all don't seem em putting the views over chicken That's a part of the rules I'm not getting? I know they sent dude again to lose, I'm not slipping Imma buy Drake some buffs, we tryna hear Views From The Mitten But it's really the top tier dudes, I don't see why they choose the styles that they use, I'm not getting Cause they used to be so original, but now they all sound like the new school and I know that I'm not tripping So you bite, do what you like - I know that I'm not slipping Who right? Cause you saying you Mike, and I know that I'm not Pippen You tryna tell me I'm crazy? In front of all these people? Boy you must be crazy Blew/Blue baby in front of everybody, he must be Jay Z Caught a body on em This new strap got a body on it Free 2Strap, I'm happy they ain't put the body on em He think he the shit, I can smell the stench through the body odor He think with his dick, imma put triple X body on em Unlike Rajon I made my own wave Real street nigga a top tier feel like a no name I'm god tier, since the old days Nigga you so late I can't be behind Surf, I got road rage Can't merge here I'm in my own lane I know what they gave me to kill you, I know what you got to die - boy they damn near flew you here on a soul plane You cheap LBC I brought sand to the beach Got my heart in this music but my hands in the street If this his crib then we must be on the lease How I'm not real? Last battle I ain't beat his ass in front of his daddy Smack, I took his ass up the street This shit deep, my bars crack - Smack gon need narcane Guns and butter, no parkay Bum ass nigga, done wore more white tee's than parlay That ain't even yo ice, after we leave - then our chains Nigga talk about he a stepper, Naybahoo- shut the fuck up that's our lane These bitches'a rise and fly, like a card game I'm a real hustler, sitting over here tryna calculate what the bar made Hall of fame, these niggas in here playing on arcade Call his main, ask her if she sucked my dick the same night after we left the Barclay's When it's real, I don't even care if y'all feel that So many fake niggas spitting, I don't care why I still rap After a nigga battle me I make em feel wack Cause it's a difference between metaphors and real raps, Landslide