[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
I said fuck Surf, I know who y'all want to see me against
And most think I can't match his wits
He had a wish and it was death like Charles Bronson action flicks
I know weapons and who manufactured it
Your arms don't look right to a bomb covered in uranium 236
And that's the shit we hit Iraqis with
But corporations play like philanthropists
That's why I'm dressed like this
‘Cause through the war they profit massive chips
See, wait, wait, wait, let me chill
‘Cause everybody that raps like this choke like Lux or Canibus
It got disastrous in Los Angeles, and for that nut-ass old head?
Let's save it for Summer Madness then
I said shout my nigga Lyt
He said these battle niggas, a lot of 'em will front
I know y'all think I wasted bars and those probably for Lux
But I can push Tsu aside
‘Cause I knew this was a body from the jump
But he say he the best nigga in Jersey
Well if I kill him, his niggas won't have to team up
Now they should be on they toes like a ballerina
Once they boss get the MAC and nina
Instead, they was like a soda I left in back of freezer
‘Cause the rest ended up flat, even though I capped the leader
But he the best nigga in Jersey, he hell and he raw
Well, Surf gonna get that title waved and even see shells for sure
He don't swim inside when fishes glide, he shrimp and fries
I'm cool by the water: Mr. Hyde mixed with Denzel in Crimson Tide
I'll lift the 9, hit his moms, he'll be electrified and petrified
I won't sympathize while you sit and cry and watch your sister die
I mean Surf ain't no thug to me
This chump Suzie'll sue me on Judge Judy for bills like Doug Flutie
I mean your last battle, they should've hung up pictures of you everywhere: you lost dog
Conceited beat you usin' all punchlines and you was a lost cause
All he rapped about was his Taurus and Mustang
And those are all bars, but try to focus and move forward
Or you'll be another nigga that Con tore
Erase everything I said out y'all memory, fuck it
I want to do my original introduction
I said I spent most of last year in a holding cell
Givin' them MAC's and revoke my bail
I went from havin' my own clothing line
To wearing matching clothes in jail
I used to battle for love, the aspirations, the hopes to sell
But now… I'm just up here rappin' because I'm broke as hell
Nah, nah, nah, I got a little cake, you got some cake?
I got some change in this bitch
Said they was bringin' a bitch named Tsu/Sue
I was like, "Cool… I'ma make it rain on that bitch!"
Y'all peep that? Y'all see what I'm tryna do?
You see how I got this crowd for you?
You see that money surroundin' you?
New York, I just turned URL into Sue's Rendezvous
You look like one of them clean dirty niggas
Hold up, let me get a whiff and shit…
Nigga, you smell like you've been runnin' errands
Doin' a whole list of shit: boar ham hocks and chitlin grits
Old drawls, fish and chips, coleslaw mixed with sh—
Ain't this a bitch… no, that's a question: ain't this a bitch?
Well cool, here's a tip, someone tell that bitch to strip!
I said he just want this little change
And a little name and a little fame like Billy Danze
Well my nigga, you do ya thang, I don't hate when you spittin'
But your rebuttals are horrible
So do us a favor, go straight to your writtens!
I said fuck Surf, I know who y'all want to see me against
And most think I can't match his wits
He had a wish and it was death like Charles Bronson action flicks
I know weapons and who manufactured it
Your arms don't look right to a bomb covered in uranium 236
And that's the shit we hit Iraqis with
But corporations play like philanthropists
That's why I'm dressed like this
‘Cause through the war they profit massive chips
See, wait, wait, wait, let me chill
‘Cause everybody that raps like this choke like Lux or Canibus
It got disastrous in Los Angeles, and for that nut-ass old head?
Let's save it for Summer Madness then
I said shout my nigga Lyt
He said these battle niggas, a lot of 'em will front
I know y'all think I wasted bars and those probably for Lux
But I can push Tsu aside
‘Cause I knew this was a body from the jump
But he say he the best nigga in Jersey
Well if I kill him, his niggas won't have to team up
Now they should be on they toes like a ballerina
Once they boss get the MAC and nina
Instead, they was like a soda I left in back of freezer
‘Cause the rest ended up flat, even though I capped the leader
But he the best nigga in Jersey, he hell and he raw
Well, Surf gonna get that title waved and even see shells for sure
He don't swim inside when fishes glide, he shrimp and fries
I'm cool by the water: Mr. Hyde mixed with Denzel in Crimson Tide
I'll lift the 9, hit his moms, he'll be electrified and petrified
I won't sympathize while you sit and cry and watch your sister die
I mean Surf ain't no thug to me
This chump Suzie'll sue me on Judge Judy for bills like Doug Flutie
I mean your last battle, they should've hung up pictures of you everywhere: you lost dog
Conceited beat you usin' all punchlines and you was a lost cause
All he rapped about was his Taurus and Mustang
And those are all bars, but try to focus and move forward
Or you'll be another nigga that Con tore
Erase everything I said out y'all memory, fuck it
I want to do my original introduction
I said I spent most of last year in a holding cell
Givin' them MAC's and revoke my bail
I went from havin' my own clothing line
To wearing matching clothes in jail
I used to battle for love, the aspirations, the hopes to sell
But now… I'm just up here rappin' because I'm broke as hell
Nah, nah, nah, I got a little cake, you got some cake?
I got some change in this bitch
Said they was bringin' a bitch named Tsu/Sue
I was like, "Cool… I'ma make it rain on that bitch!"
Y'all peep that? Y'all see what I'm tryna do?
You see how I got this crowd for you?
You see that money surroundin' you?
New York, I just turned URL into Sue's Rendezvous
You look like one of them clean dirty niggas
Hold up, let me get a whiff and shit…
Nigga, you smell like you've been runnin' errands
Doin' a whole list of shit: boar ham hocks and chitlin grits
Old drawls, fish and chips, coleslaw mixed with sh—
Ain't this a bitch… no, that's a question: ain't this a bitch?
Well cool, here's a tip, someone tell that bitch to strip!
I said he just want this little change
And a little name and a little fame like Billy Danze
Well my nigga, you do ya thang, I don't hate when you spittin'
But your rebuttals are horrible
So do us a favor, go straight to your writtens!
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