Tsu Surf vs. JC

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[Round 1: JC] They asked me what I think about Surf Surf let's play Swear To God Swear To God, that because of you when niggas get to chokin' we just don't think of Surf No Swear To God, the beef and backstory to yo' biggest battle versus Hitman wasn't pre-rehearsed No, swear to God you didn't shit on Eazy and tell us the Fresh Prince directors tried to reach you first No, Swear To God, you didn't do all them battles last year cause that PPP shit backfired and you needed work Nigga, Swear To God, but mean it first You so fuckin' fraud y'all forgot the bitch he is He did all that talkin' 'bout who little and not callin' out the middle man A nigga get a big name and a tomb change, like All About The Benjamins I guess you know what you signed up for This shit 'bout to be bad for ya business And if attackin' an image is a chess move, why do you pawns get to the other side and start actin' like bitches? Niggas this actually a scrimmage But even the Devil Grandson got to look up to JC and ask for forgiveness And that's exactly why I'm here This is the face of a nigga lookin' to kill He respond to all them Twitter shots, but when an op nigga shot it wasn't took to the field I used to think Surf responded to every shot Well that's unless the bullets are real Who really pussy? You plenty pussy Follow all them trannies on IG, Surf them bitches don't got any pussy You so confused in the facts of life Is the nigga who took the shots don't got braggin' rights You tryin' to sell a real nigga so fuckin' bad, that shit is a problem Instead of buildin' shit from the bottom He steal and capitalize from the niggas around him He even stole the "I stole this" idea for his merch The nigga's a problem Surg got his hands on everything...except the niggas that shot him What happened with that? Why don't you brag about that? Oh I'm sure it hit different Cause the nigga in Atlanta now, he done went missin' Big bitches outta Jersey, avoidin' that tre in the A like Ben Simmons I'm just glad you made it, but what do you stand for? You'd rather be a fashion statement than an actual statement This is why I plot on your souls Another notch on the polls If this is Goliath attacking David, I'm puttin' Roc(k) on his skull Nigga yo' team? A joke I fuck with Chess and Eazy though, it's no beef fo' sho' But the moment we catch Roc(k), the peace (piece) get broke But you called my phone and shit showed up as "Scam likely" And that's cause it's a new one you tryin' every week You catch a fan of yours and fry 'em in the street My moms always told me, "Ain't shit in this world worse than a liar and a thief" You guilty of both And it wasn't until the Midnight Madness ship started sinkin' they realized you didn't even get in the boat You pussy And they notice it, we know it's lit I walk in with the hammer on you bitches like I'm Overton And they know the spin come before the kick like the godfather of soul befo' the split Nigga Yung Ill vs. Con', that mean I hold the clips Deuce deuce, Vulcan grip I tote this bitch I'm only here for Surf dominion and it literally got Cola piss With you? It's just gibberish No penmanship Just fake stories for you to utilize with a new surprise and if it's up to you, the lies are fo' yo' benefit Say it ain't true In and out the ring it's the same moves He even claim a street who, 2,800 miles from the one that raised you That whole scene to me is dirty None of them streets you see in Jersey But he got 60 on his back Y'all don't even know the half, he didn't even see it 'til he was 30 Nothin' about you solid bitch It's obvious I can't think of a place I met a (meta) nigga this fake, not even on the Oculus The problem is, even though you give me that home cool feel, the Judge ain't here to politic It's just ball heads, common sense School dance, it's prom in it (prominence) But how a Crip turn a trip to Compton into an accomplishment? How a bitch point out every battle rap slave But the one who need his chains for acknowledgement? Lux would probably say, "That's healthy" I'ma say you got me sick Stuck in battle rap, talkin' down on everybody else Just waitin' to see Con' descend (condescend) It won't happen You just another nigga in Titled feelin' entitled Well bitch, the length of the clip rival ten Bibles It's a big shot, big Glocks, heavy metal Will I slip? Not (Slipknot) It's time to move, and judging on how you Titles move Y'all gon' hold the door for us so get Roc(k)ed Bitch it is body bags at every battle Make sure ya homie found one But do not jump in that bitch yet Cause it is only round one [Round 1: Tsu Surf] We know what they did to me But you know what we could do to you? And we can do is shoot his friends and pray he pop up at the funeral Let's get the dancin' shit out the way I only joke cause I'm bored, I amuse myself We actually more alike than I like Shit, I had to go and bust a couple moves myself Like, "You in the front we go in the back and you drive", see what I mean? That was me choreographing a squad If we inside and they try Running Man, they died Heart racin', when we pop locks on Cherokees to slide Speakin' of Slide, the beef got Electric? Party time Find where he dancin' at, go and hit the party line Sleet, sun, snow, well I do that shit all the time Boy I was spinnin' in the rain myself like Omarion I know some trappers from your city and they say you grab grams Your teeth say you fallin' in love wit' that white girl You really trying to Save The Last Dance? You know who my grandfather is? That grim reaper shit borin'? This shit pain, they can't explain this type of torment Hell hot, you hear screams, smell skin, it get gore-ish Or wake up in Heaven like, "Mommy?" Euphoric Somebody thinkin' like, "Chill Surf. That was far." Fuck that! You either die and rest in peace- (Or die and become a battle bar!) We light shit, get to snappin' they glow These light sticks, tight grip, competition chop, brought a nightstick He might snitch Let the wolf judge, he get the ice pick Snitches on the trap with the cheese, that's what mice get Pipe spit Chopper to the spittle, that's a light flip 100's drum, it rains it pours, you know how life get No stop, flatten 'em back, I make a white bitch Wife shit, I can make her sing on some Ike shit Flashes of JC and white, I'm feelin' righteous The shooters? Muslim, he a prophet (profit) to the snipers 30 on a .9, Chris Hanson wouldn't like us If six-footers get six feet, imagine what I do to smaller guys Eulogy pamphlet, baby picture on the cover Standin' there with his mother How I give Mr. Carter 5 Baby gassed up, you got a pen I'm like, "Yay you." Ratings? Once upon a time they ain't rate you He think he here cause of him, that's why I hate you Even Cor' said "gracias", say "thank you" Now JC cross somethin', that's what a K do Spray who? You barely a nigga that I relate to Teach what? I'm part of the class that you was late to AMG vs. a Pontiac? Why race you? I hate hoes Your career dream build: Lux/Surf, great goals If he even crack that crooked smile, I'll break those It's 2K23 we just seein' J. Cole No dental records I tell the killers, "Hold his teeth" He get the hatchet, the dogs get a bowl of meat Kidnap him, son say he ain't been home in weeks They find J beanie in (Jay, Beanie &) Memphis; Sieg', Hov' and Bleek JC get Joker cuts, gotta hold his cheeks We give his body to the morgue, with his soul for keeps Headshot, his mind clear, hole's cold and deep Walt Disney, we'll ice him, he'll get froze to sleep We in the streets Had a family lightin' candles like Hanukkah I'll body ya What's Ya Life Like, I'll Shotty ya Hooked to machines he'll be breathin' with a monitor His new nickname gon' be J(ay) Electronica All you missin' is the nose and the shoes, on my mother, bruh I really threw rounds in the air, I hit a clown in the jugular (juggler) I wouldn't wish nothin' on ya life but insurance They pop out, pop quiz, testin' ya endurance They tryin' to say that this a pen vs. performance I got a ballpoint (Ball point) too I could've played for the Hornets You can have a great pen and just be kinda tight Sheed, Wolf, you made regular shit look kinda nice If I would've happened to Happens, I would've had to find him twice Back, back, up, Sub-Zero, I would've bodied ICE And if it ain't $40,000 or better than it's fuck haters... [Round 2: JC] It took you way too mothafuckin' long to man up And the whole time I let you paint this wrong Lockpick the do' eeeeeerrrrr, it's yo' favorite song But you need a new one The kid you knocked out the playpen grown You got one trick here, and the shit's clear You been here Doin' the same shit for a decade...your whole tenure (ten year) This how we know y'all ain't the same So deep in the streets, he chose to rap with his rollerblading name Wait, wait, wait That's real fake He love to talk about me dancin' like that shit don't hold real weight Wala, if that shit hit you five times, that'd be the best time to see if you can still skate I thought you look at your reflection and learned lessons from every loss you took Candyman it's murder in my reflection, but it's off the hook I feed of it Invest in cans in the ring, like Steve Austin Target: Rolling Loud and hit everything we see (C) Walkin' Believe it Crip, it's designer on the blade Tonight, we gon' see the drip He gon' show loyalty for the first time in his life and bleed for this And y'all really thought it would be pressure I would see from this Y'all ever seen a bitch run through the woods in every scary scene she in? This just an easy trip Nigga, AMG, let's play and see Jeff Jarrett, I wave the piece (peace) Arm the face, take a peek I stand over yo' body, and the Drac' will speak I keep killin', like Kevorkian, patiently You've been here so much you've got Tar Heels, right? Well stay and see (NC) Cause we've got K's to squeeze And the clips do arc I got a blade and a list (analyst), ready to press something against Tsu Sharpe I heard you did another show out in CT Funny, I always wonder how it go The nigga not even battle rappin' and Stumbles still fuckin' up the show All these battle rap beefs you got, never one time have you said, "Set it up" He told Twitter Spaces, you tell Verb all this shit, but to him, you haven't said it once You got into it with Qleen, he went off, and it was tumble weeds and settled dust I guess everybody a stepper 'til a stepper come and step- Bitch it was never up Nothing about a rollerblading Crip will ever measure up Just like the shootin' story you told Vlad, versus the one you tellin' us Why is it so fuckin' hard for you to stand on ya own shit? You grown bitch I'm the same nigga that killed Timebomb You not even the nigga I was on the phone with You so fuckin' fraudulent All this shit you talk about Math and bad deals {The crowd starts to boo} Fuck that shit All this shit you talk about Math and bad deals to still be in battle rap bargaining You need every fuckin' battle you call to get, and I'm on the list Back in, without lookin' like park assist AMG, this Challenger, a Charger kit One look at him he (hemi) don't even know what kind of car he in So, why every time we hear you involved in shit, it's online arguin'? Let him tell it, that ain't the way it seems Picture a scammer still needin' to call Chilla to create a scheme Picture bein' a god on yo' food chain and still pray (prey) to me Picture bein' touched by the AR-15 like it's Asia Dean I stuffed the clip and it's live Everybody can see the end in them eyes I just hope Johnny Dang' got enough pendants to present to yo' squad Talkin' 'bout "Surg gon' cook me." Good story This bitch couldn't cook for me Y'all want smoke? Dawg just know We got fo's gripped with long clips close AMG for us only mean All Must Go Nigga set it up Ain't no lettin' up It's three dots then the TEC's (texts) will come And it's a round of bars left Congrats, this the first full sentence you have ever done Round 2 [Round 2: Tsu Surf] See this why I think you a mothafuckin' geek Spend the whole Face Off talkin' 'bout investin' Come in here with a bunch of Amiri and no teeth I don't get it Some niggas just look- for real why ain't he get his shit done yet? 120 Smack Some niggas just look, snitchy, like, ready, willing and able Like offer information, they ain't even gotta make you Like take the cigarettes and the soda that they gave you That Last Supper, I could picture 12 niggas with JC at the table You got gun sounds in ya gun rounds I really know what a gun do Look at me all on Summer Madness 12, irony I was on one too You be writin' with Danny Myers, I'm inspired, y'all both could die If Mr. Miyagi could let it slide with his hands, so can I We sent Karate Kid back to the dojo with swollen eye Danny ya father? We bully Daniel-san (son) all movie like Cobra Kai Ethan Hawke/Denzel, my nigga, this Training Day That one couch in the trap? Went through 50 Shades Of Grey I watched a preacher sniff a bag, I'm afraid to pray Then watched his Passion Of Christ start to fade away It was fate cause he took his life at a later date I had Men In Black in my crib they was Agent's J After further analysis, you just a movie buff who mix guns in with movie stuff Ain't got stories of his own, he don't do enough But cool, they hit you after my contract crafted (Kraft-ed) and they fronted the cheese Beasley call and make dyin' sound cool, it's 100 degrees I heard the trailer before I even heard the trailer "JC, UM5, he won it with ease" They ain't tell you that my rounds really come with the beams Or about my PTSD? I'm still stuck in the scene You seen Macaulay Culkin with My Girl? You really could die fuckin' with bees (Beas') And you way less believable when you standin' in the flesh I be schemin' 'bout the trap, cause my hand be on the TEC Like my Cambodian friend plugged with a Mandarin connect Dollar bus, we put bricks of China on the Panda Express I had dreams for years of JC getting' hunted No name after no name, bunch of JC getting' stunted I felt it was backwards, I see © J when I want him Now I want him, tryin' to see why they praise him in abundance It's Loaded, just his luck (Lux) he gon' love it Mid-range shots splash; CJ McCollum He get punished He want J to see in his stomach Any homie who don't smack the ops, we shun 'em The key to gettin' out that box with the snakes? Stayin' down 100 In the trap with the trenches, trippin' what they fronted I seen a nigga eat a cal' (cow) alive, he ain't even want it Why would fear be a factor? You ain't see this centipede up my stomach? So you ain't win a 100 grand and get a 100 grams? It like it take for you to stand over them for them to understand Put Pookie on the treadmill if you love the man You know they makin' a killin' off the Carter; Nino, G-Money and Gutta Man You tried to clown Geechi 'bout time, I'm like, "Why this nigga yappin'?" Like anybody will call a "Julian" when it's crackin' The county was a badge, we got stripes for our actions Shiiiit (Sheed), those was damn near Trophies when it Happened These niggas rap 'bout what they see and it bother me, it odd to me Story good, but the foundation wobblily I'm a Capricorn, this a tourist (Tauris), do you follow me? You wouldn't know we clicked if you was into astrology This must be another JC, it gotta be The JC I know had me covered when they shot at me You ever sent a nigga to his maker? Don't you lie to me Story good, but the foundation wobblily I'm a Capricorn, this a tourist (Tauris), do you follow me? You wouldn't know we clicked if you was into astrology This must be another JC, it gotta be The JC I know had me covered when they shot at me Look inside of me Ain't enough bodies to try to body me They gon' have to write him a semi-auto biography Moment of silence if you ever lost your moms, respect and love her It's still fresh, I'ma put up the TEC, never touch her But in Danny Parallel Universe? You bet it brother We blow heat, code word: Monique, I would've made a movie out ya Precious mother And if it ain't $40,000 or better then it's fuck haters 6-0 nigga! Got no fuckin' friends nigga! Got no fuckin' friends mothafucka! {Crowd starts to chant 2-0} [Round 3: JC] All these transactions with you stealin' money make the damn game sloppy And all that supposed to go away cause Drake say fam' name, copy So this must be Scam-aign Papi, it's a damn shame Lil' Chris outside Craig's house, the can's bang You need a leg up? Pull it on the run, like a hamstring See this? Is where the plans change Cause if it's like basketball Beasley? Then pickin' a fight with a damn King ain't a good campaign See this where the Larkin tuck Y'all love talkin' 'bout that tree Gotti hid behind, what about the one this nigga barkin' up? You want us to aspire to get Cubans and bust down, all for what? To rent you space on our couch the moment your lease on your loft is up? You don't own shit Surf Everything in yo' life is made out of battles This is why niggas is proud to pass you I created generational wealth Even what you done to your watch made it go down in value It's amazing to see niggas hang on every word that you speak Watch you tell Vlad your life story, like we don't know he work with police That's why the real niggas, your statement ain't good for shit, but early release Nigga I'm the best Let that be for the record like vinyl press Fast & Furious that mean we race for the Titles next Try and flex With a heart on the line, that's a vital test They talk fly shit like they in the cockpit and get black boxes, and I pilot next With a whole grave, primed and set I told 'em put "Fried by the best" when they write on the stone, like a diamond test See ya whole team? Get fried in sets Left a hole in a Street Fighter, his kin (Ken) by son (Bison) stretch Nigga don't get flagrant The reaper come to collect and I don't allow no missed payments Whole clip sprayin' Leave a nigga in the ER like when Cortez say it See our influence on our fans supposed to be positive Them chains ain't doin' shit but lockin' them to the bottom of the pot he in And if y'all follow him, y'all gon' do the same shit Coppin' shit before you accomplish shit Now you poppin' shit 'bout me dancin' and never mention rollerbladin' to the blocks you hit And that's cool cause the chopper shit spread like rumors on the block And if I use it, then a box is what you find your guys up in It's not optional If you get left to reek (Tariq) alone like Power 2 Gun Titles gon' be groomsmen and they gon' follow suit Bitch let's dance When the arm wave, hit the stands I'm ambidextrous, got me toyin' with these kids like, "pick a hand" I'm Columbus when I dump it, grab the steel and (stealin') land Or Nope, Get Out of in the view with Us or we peelin' (Peele and) fam' See this, is not stress Too many fake monsters, that are not threats I knew that back in Summer Madness 2 when they locked (Loch) Ness But it's still (steal) a rat like Tsu Quilly when he watch Flex I cock TECs Dance through the Titles, I knew Surf would drop next when I dropped Chess The shit routine, you know you like GoldenEye the fo' will split his screen I'm what you don't wanna doubt I'ma drag these Tar Heels through the whole fuckin' south Pull out, and he gon' get the bed like Joe Budden couch Surf, you done lost your way You clearly was Rolling before Crip, you forgot why they called yo' name Stop clownin' niggas with talents you don't think gangsta When you was the boss on blades Dancin'? A nigga can really move Even in 2022 I'm still off the chain Bitch it is over with Overdose from the dopest pen Y'all know I wrote this shit Cause every battle turns into a eulogy... [Round 3: Tsu Surf] Let me try somethin' different Tell you about myself My nana looked me in my face and said she sees sin me "Rara not trustin' anyone is bad energy." I said, "Grandma, possible friends just a possible enemy And a shoulder to lean on is a pallbearer potentially." She kinda got stiff when I told her I said, "They asked when I gave. In every sense I'm a loaner." I seen the grim reaper, you don't fit the persona How many caskets you carry? It's a different type of chip on ya shoulder Whatchu doin' if the ops say it's up? I grab me a strap When it's beef do you got the guns you have in ya raps? What I know about pain? Bro, stop askin' me facts Whatchu doin' if we pull up in that Charger? I hope you adapt When we listen to you rap we just listen to you rap Use some graduation words then throw in a lil' cap But it don't take me to the trenches, it don't feel like the trap We up Caffeine hours, you have polls on the app You ever seen a nigga lack? I see right through the at- You ever seen a nigga lack then went black and took somethin' that you couldn't give back? No, you haven't All my battle bars tragic Yours movie's you imagine Shit, my first real-life scene was death due to habit I still have it Small packet at my feet it said, "Jasmine" Uncle Jay was laid on the carpet so I grabbed it Jasmine? "Unc'?" That's when he start laughin' Said it felt like magic Then floated off on that carpet, I had yet to see Aladdin You give me Spider-Man without the suit My powers should have you rattled I could hit the Mary Jane, Stumble across the card and get P to park a (Peter Parker) battle I hope you- You give me Spider-Man without the suit My powers should have you rattled I could hit the Mary Jane, swing across the web, Stumble across a card and get P to park a (Peter Parker) battle I hope you wrote your son in (and) Will Gun Titles we be clappin' shit I really be bustin' a machine I end ya Pursuit Of Happyness All my battle bars tragic, yours movie's you imagined Shit my second real life scene was death due to magic Little Chris used to bang for the gang, had a shot But it was bid after bid with them chains and them locks Ops made him disappear, he caught one up in the top At the funeral I seen Chris Angel leave the box Yo raps is filled with movies and spam with Netflix You've been plain (plane) Lost for years, how we manifest this? I seen Twork with the Piru's, Ars' with the Grapes, shit I'm Neighborhood nicest But why we never see you with no Lords? Shit, we all got Vices Edward Perry would be disgusted, usin' his gang for the limelight Blood suckers, wolfin' in the field, I know Edward in the Twilight Shoutout to Piranha and Tru Foe, you gotta be more than just a repper If I let somethin' German bark, let the Lord be his shepherd I gotta get outta here Rolling Loud And if it ain't $40,000 or better than it's fuck haters Ayo listen! Don't bring me no fuckin' kids