Go-Rilla Warfare, Aye Verb, Tsu Surf - Aye Verb vs. Tsu Surf lyrics

The very, very, very first thing I heard
When I touched down, is Surf
The Midwest grooving
That’s something I couldn’t wait for
Now I’m thinking blood,  mess, toss
Him in the lake, sure
Ice him with the pick, pluck him
With the tech, Lord have mercy
Another nigga rushing to his death
I know, I know, I’m not from here, sound like
Silly shit, that was a code for a body
Let me tell you what it really meant
These niggas never understand me, I rap good
Lake Shore, Mercy, Rush
Them Chicago hospitals, i adapt good
The contract said no pat down at the door
Aye Verb I brung it with me
I only know the hospitals in case I gotta go
And the 5 niggas that’s coming with me
Me and the homies watched you
And Cortez for a minute
Then we all was sleeping
I woulda left scene spic
And span, he’s thinkin
But that’s a part of reekin (Puerto rican)
What we about
An hour back? Damn where the time go?
Now that I’m here
I got the biggest cannon in Chicago
You lost to shine, you lost to
You lost every time you in
New York You captain marketable of the
Loser group, lose so much
You gon lose to the shit that
I couldn’t use for Mook
Chiraq what up? I came on some rider shit
Nothing different from the D
Except they won't find the shit
M and K in the bag, designer shit
Gloves, cops gotta kiss a frog
To find the prints (prince)
I’m the kill whoever type
So ya girl get hurt
It sing and lift niggas up
You seen me give Gerald the vert
(Gerald Levert) the whole flight over
I just had visions in my head
No Sandra Bland, I was tryna picture him dead
Kidnap his mother, slit her eyes
Nothing to numb the pain
Rope her neck, guess the movie
Got it? Hunger games
Take her to the shore, it’s
Quiet at the cliff deep, and
You hear better Take the jump
Or take the pump
Definition of peer pressure
My big homie said bring the wolves
That fool might try you them boys cold
I don’t want to send 'em on ya
Cold? Pneumonia? That flew (flu) right by you
I mean you a buy but
Chicago I’m a bigger sell
I was down state in that hole
We couldn’t think of a sicker cell
(sickle cell) i ain't into heavy metal
I just got these lyrics in a slipknot
Indiana Jones verb, you seen me whip Roc (k)
When it comes to crazy
I’m borderline but more
Than fine, he bring some of his
I’m bringing more of mine
Warrin time, kill his seed
No more daddy daughter time
Cry, I ain’t Jesus
I ain’t come to war to whine (water wine)
Basically, he dyin, and two
Of his friends dyin
I touch three parts of his
Circle like a Benz sign
Tsu Surf got a ghost writer
That’s what them niggas said right?
Well if it is a ghost writer
I swear that nigga dead nice
Ain’t you the nigga that got
Chased around a car?
That’s you? Verb let’s play swear to God
Ain’t you the nigga that got
Chased around the car? I
Don’t wanna hear nothing about
How you hold heat everybody wanna order out
But can’t handle home beef
That’s why you always gotta
Keep a weapon around
Now it’s Surf, a body hanging by the car
Technical foul
All these battle rappers be pussy outside
Getting battles and be ready to squirt
Now it’s Surf I’m heating the car up
I’m getting ready for work
You seen what happen to hitman
Imagine what I’ll do to you
Oh he a solider? Cool
We’ll let off rounds at his funeral jersey

I watched all your battles lil
Nigga, and the consensus was
Nigga you kinda basic sports bars, gunlines
A bunch of amateur shit
New York finds amazing
Well you in the midwest now lil nigga
Look in the crowd
You know how many niggas out there
Been shot, stabbed, locked up
Or seen general population? Your gangster
Shit you can save it
Your street talk out here
Is like general conversation
You the most arrogant
Average rappin, delusional, case
Catchin, 90 day shock treatment doin
This execution about to be beautiful
Fuck a battle
This a viewin and you the star of the funeral
30 round drum and guess who
Front row at the musical
Either you get can in tune, or get in tune
That’s your decision
I’m not here to get vocal with him
Blank face I play poker with him
Send a missile through him since y’all
Niggas put a motor in him
Big blade, poke it in him, carve a
Sculpture in him, nigga you a vulture
Ghost writers and cultures with him
Damn surf, you a cancer
I gotta kill you for the culture nigga
This ain’t that other shit, you in
The presence of a hard writer
Bars like a small rykers reckless with it
Like driving a dodge viper in
A storm with torn wipers
Like a box of these arms licensed
Get boxes these arms licensed
Y’all don’t war like us, and
There’s more like us, long
Rifles, more trips y’all make
To morgue hype us
This gon be a long nighter
Ride down his block with a slow
Driver, fuck a inf beam
Since he a star I’ll strobe light him
What you know about being in the trap
No lamp but the stove lighter
Two hundred for a charge of ghostwriters
Save you that whole title
Heard your Mom is on that dust
I keep that bitch nose whiter
Get on the rock like Hov like her
I had a deal, you mainstream never, but
You’ll work underground like a hole miner
You so minor
Let’s not forget, you came in the
Game dirty with no lineup
Now you in the star’s lineup
Look at God, look how the stars line up
This is how you dissemble a
Nigga who this assemble to
Forty cal extend his roof, chest shot
His inner child gets a window too
I will eclipse your hot sun
With the winter’s moon
All you lil boy ass rappers
I make men of you i’m coal
(cold) , you gon die mun
(diamond) every second I make minerals
Coal, diamond, you ain’t in a match nigga
You in a school
Word work! You can’t talk crazy
To me lil nigga, im from that curb work
I sold everything from the Plan
B to that herb work
Tell Gracie, I’m a burn surf
How y’all want him? Urn urf? Load the
Trey, bring that shit to you, i’m a server
I’m a real rider
I don’t signal before I turn surf
Murder is only my business, I don’t merger
You a lil loc, strapped in the club
You’ll lift your shirt up
I’m a G, strap on me
Hand the bouncer a G and
Still let him search us
Aye Verb vs Tsu Surf see
What the fuss is about you say my name
They send that bread I come
Put blood in they mouth

You battled Danny, and you said you shot
A gun, standing there grimacing, eyes closed
Teeth trembling
What kind of shit is that? I just
Heard voices in my head, picture black
Standing stone takin something I
Wasn’t givin back
Anybody can pull a trigger, when you mean it
Make the death colder
You know, walk up, finish the rest, leftovers
After all these years
I figure why this battle
Shit ain’t feel right
Cause they was makin up guns and bodies
I was givin em real life
Kill everybody, leave the baby
Operation team Weezy
Pump straight outta Compton
I can make a sick body seem easy
Less of this, and more of these, cause these
Real for listening i know y’all wanted Suge
But shotguns ain’t good for distance
Three minute rounds, they ain’t book me for
A long time, I never had cable
Can’t tell you bout no showtime
Look at this, getting fucked for money
Hook a bitch, Italian fiesta
Ain’t seen rounds as good as this
Derrick Rose, that just mean I’m going
With the mask look, Kevin Durant
I prolly hit 40 on the back foot
You battled Grizz Guru and said
First of all you battled Grizz Guru
You battled Grizz Guru and said, you shot
At your first car at 22
That ain’t what a body bout
By the time I was 22, I
Was a hoe with regrets
Ashamed of my body count
And these the niggas y’all choose to
Believe increase the murder rate
Then step around the fact that it
Was him in St louis
That said that was Hitman across
The street shooting the 38
You always got a long ass
Drawn out ass story
That don’t mean shit Tell
Us something potent
Tell us bout some mean shit
Wait who think this bitch’ll pop
I’ll fucking dare her
I was around funeral boxes
Way before fucking Phara
I pull up on his street
I’m tryna ef something up
S T F, it's about that time son
(Thompson?) , I brought that Harrison
Specifically in case this time come
You ain’t a warrior
Didn’t you already kill this nigga Holla?
Gracie called me about the green
I just couldn’t ig a dollar
(Iguodala) They say Tsu Surf cold
But all he talk about is hoopin
As long as they say, Tsu Surf cold
And why Tsu Surf always put it in code
Because either the prosecutor
Stephen A Smith, or a motherfucker told
I mean think about it, tell me something
What the judge gonna say if I say I pull
Up with two Melos tryna Steph Curry something
I mean, I keep at least about Harden to spray
The chrome, send about Lebron
Never Westbrook the clip
Cuz a nigga gotta make it home And
I really gotta believe this nigga
Spray slugs? I actually fucked up my
Shoulder to show that K Love
You came with somebody? I bet you feel
Alone when you see this rubber grip
Red beam, chrome trim, knee dip in shit
Ah man that’s a gold swim
This bitch’ll make Gracie come
For you whole skip
Everybody move, I don’t know who to pop
Maury show
That last line made this bitch make
Gracie look like Tori Doe jersey

That was a cold round Surf
I listened to it with so much joy
Now you know the difference between battling
Out here, and battling out here
It's no bias if it's hot, they gon rock
You heard all that noise
Unfortunately, I’m a professional, how I
Can take your best round
Not get rattled and stand with so much poise
Cause, I know any fucking second I want to
I can separate the men from the boys
3 minute rounds they ain’t book
Me for a long time, fuck
The preview, lets let that beef
Brew, in 3D too, so it's showtime
Everybody claim they with the shit
Until they in a situation
Double barrel, ch ch, I will
Pump up my brother
But I’m not with the nation
Ride up, hollow his crib, that’s a renovation
Put a couple holes in his roof
Extra ventilation
It’s consequence from the pen embrace it
Behind bars, I make niggas come see you
That’s visitation
Pen, behind bars, visitation, that
Shit was greatness, lets switch the paces
IPhones, send the location, hop
Out, two arms strapped
Like a mental patient
Open your mouth lil nigga
You know the drill like a dental patient
I got his bitch screaming come and
Get it like dinners waitin
Fuck security, I’m from the hood
You know the animals I was raised with?
A bunch of niggas goin on that water
That’s a slave ship
We on different levels in rap
Two different pages
Your fans put lines in your head
That’s a wavekick
You east coast niggas be tripping
With all this blade shit
Flash, 8 kick, that put this in the air
That’s a spaceship
What’s in your gun closet? 38 and a K
Clip? When ours be 9s to 5s
That’s the day shift
One of your hoes hit me on twitter
Said I’m her favourite
Said she wanna fuck with you though
Something to play with
She said her head was out of this world
Nothing basic you suck that dirty nigga Surf
Dick bitch? You can’t even
Taste it Nigga face it, lil loc you confused
Off the dumbest issues
I saw you on a picture
With Nipsey, throwing up sixties
But he ain’t chuck it with you
60th street is in California
You from Jersey, dummy lil bitch
You out here pumping they shit and you
Ain't spend a month in they shit
How you a neighborhood crip and
You ain’t from they neighborhood?
Crip I knocked out a nigga
From Jersey, in Jersey
Come get your neighborhood flipped
You want be like that, you
Gotta be like that
In front of niggas who really like that
And that’s a life fact lil nigga
I ain’t write that
How dare you try to question my
Stripes? Where my stripes at?
New York boo me? I be like fuck
Y’all niggas and come right back a warrior
They try take my armour and
I still fight back
But we gon get right back to this shit
Nigga I’ll be right back

I said I name that mac love
And name that 50 kindness
Been talking to Grandma lately
A nigga gotta chill on the violence She
Said you need to be closer to
God, a little more humble, more modest
I said Grandma, I can only be honest
I only know how to spread
Love and kill with kindness
If we was in school
I woulda definitely took your lunch cards
You don’t want to take the round route see
(Rousey) , these bitches just punch hard
Dressed in all black
Outside like a home invader
Mac with 50 gigs, I’ll expose his data
Fuck I gotta put it in subtitles?
Ain’t never get it when he battled
I brought a clip full of Big T battles
Ain’t gotta make a sound
Y’all know what that sound like
That pound might ram his head
Give him a sound byte
Close ranger, left ear shot don’t sound right
I sold to the addicts half my life
I know exactly what they sniff and why
Confession, I’m an addict
It's just this gunpowder give
Me a different high
I hate when you get to rappin fast
And clappin nines, and saying shit, that
Don’t rhyme, get gassed up, he’s doing great
Then say some shit that’s woah, wait
Verse hitman
That’s just what a real nigga do
Cause he was in some shit
You called and got a pass
That sound like some a whore would do
If I’m tryna run in some shit and
My man call for a pass, that’s a audible
I hate when you get to rappin fast
And clappin nines, and saying shit, that
Don’t rhyme, get gassed up, he’s doing great
Then say some shit that’s woah, wait
Verse Arsonal, you was spittin hell shit
Then you pulled out a gun you
Had to shoot with the Elvis
First I was like woo, then
I was like nigga please
If he ain’t victor cruz
He won’t dance after six of these
Turn it into disco night
I pull it from the pelvis
These big two rounds from the arm ain’t Elvis
I hate when you get to rappin fast
And clappin nines, and saying shit, that
Don’t rhyme, get gassed up, he’s doing great
Then say some shit that’s woah, wait
Your first shit, vs SB, after that
I wasn’t cool with him
Because he said "he’ll duct tape his mouth
Turn him
Around, bend him over and pool stick him"
His exact words
If that was "In too deep" coulda fooled me
Cuz I ain't never ever seen
That part in the movie
I swear to God, I only did this for the bag
And to tell you in person, suck
My dick sucka neighborhood, you a fag
And I think you the only 33
Year old nigga that take baths
I catch him slippin late with both ratchets
While I’m
Comin with the – I’m outta here man, jersey

Before I start my last round
I want to give a shouts to Gracie
Shouts to gorilla warfare
And this live they gave me
I have one purpose in battle rap, and
That’s to guard and gatekeep, St louis
Detroit and Chicago
My job is to guard the middle nigga
I’m the safety y’all know how I’m known for
Having a cold third
Round angle? Well today I don’t have one
Lil nigga made me mad
So I just wanna split him in
Half, so we gon get back to the foul lines
Nigga and one
This is awkward, y’all through a dolphin
In front of a author straight out of arkham
Who mastered this artform the weight off
Nigga you upside down like how the arch forms
U upside down, nigga you soft porn
Ima make it dark for him
His first round I thought war, by
The second I got bored
Now it’s like I’m sippin ciroc throwin
Darts at a dart board
All this drive don’t mean shit when
A shooter park on him
He don’t even know that he dead
Just see the sparks from it
Hit the chalk for him, throw the tarp on
Him, metal his chest, hole in his body
I Tony Stark homie
Take the heart from him, brrrrrr
When I get pissed them pistons start drummin
Dance words, wait
Don’t the pistons start Drummond?
If you start something, don’t fire
That bitch big like
A large woman Be walkin with his top blew
Like Marge comin the Simpsons
Every sentence niggas salute like
The sarge comin
He be barking on them lil niggas
Big dog round bitch start mumbling
Ima humble him, bring out the humble him
This cocky shit ima crumble it
Every nigga that come with him
Gon have to comfort him
Lyrically, I lay niggas in
Boxes so comfortable
Shit like the comfort inn i’m Godlike
You gon need hymns next time you come in here
You a bitch nigga, next time be in heels
Next time you come out here there’s?
Joe Budden responsible for
Your whole existence he let you move in with
Him, fuck y’all playing, mr and Mrs?
In the morning you probably kiss him
You cook and he do
The dishes He get the bread
Take care of the business
Buy you gifts and treat you
Like one of them bitches and as a man
You think it’s welfare you get assistance?
Nigga dig this, I was taught to get it myself
Nigga you have to, to this day, I be up
In the morning, brainstorming with
The old heads, eating white castles
You a handout ass nigga
That’s why you can’t stand out ass nigga
After me there’s no more matches
You in front of the last nigga
We used to laugh at ya, not laugh with ya
Ask math nigga
You had on bell bottom pants and a shirt with
Shoulder pads nigga Now you
Acting like you hardball
Nigga you a cornball
See all you new fan niggas
We knew him before y’all
Let me morph y’all, no
More chasing you bitches, i don’t
Torch dog Y’all take the
Trip, I taught y’all
I’m in my rocking chair
Don’t make me get off that porch dog
Cause if i answer, ima let it ring on you
Nigga thats your call
Bitch I’m so with the shit
I need more stalls
No running, one man with a stick
Who up for court ball
Aye Verb vs Tsu Surf see
What the fuss is about
We are not in New York
Y’all know what happen
I put blood in they mouth