URLtv, Loaded Lux, Tsu Surf - Loaded Lux vs. Tsu Surf lyrics

As the river flows, so goes the salmon
The good brother Jay-Z said
"There's a little nigga somewhere right
Now eatin' a bowl of Apple Jacks
And in between eatin' the Apple Jacks
He writin’ raps and he want my spot"
You should've felt that johnathan John, John
I used to think y'all was
Battlin' on the roof
All the rumors, niggas jumpin'
Only Mortals bleed when it's combat (Kombat)
You see it's them, and then the others
He probably thinkin', "Surf lil' bro"
Boy, I was watchin' you since
I was splittin' lunches"
Now a days I keep some schemes, wordplay
Them double entendres in abundance
I couldn't wait to get in Johnny
Cage to start splittin' punches
Y'all God get nailed to a cross
Like soon as we cross him
Crucifixion, new razor
Gut 'em like a fish or rip
Johnny Gills with this New Edition
The difference between this and your
Last wars? Somethin' super different
You don't tell the truth to who
Need to hear the truth
You lie to who'll listen
Bein' real don't cost shit
Contradicting yourself cost a price or two
Twice my age, half my st-
Fuck would I take advice from you?
Only thing I ever considered takin'?
Maybe a life or two
The pastor wanted me to get a grip
Go to church Lux? The pastor got vices too
But, you and all this schizophrenic
Shit gon' hurt the kids
Grandma said, if a person
Got too many personalities
Deep inside their self it hurt to live
You battled Mook dressin' as a drug dealer
Talked and moved like you do the trap
Then was Huey P versus
Hollow, with a message, it was super black
12 rounds, beef and Cal
(cow) pop made mistakes (mis-steaks)
While movin' packs
But vegan Bruce Leroy versus Ars'-
Shit confusin' and super wack
You had on six t-shirts versus Clips
And it sound like you really
Really knew the rat
That's how innocent people get shot when they
Don't know who they shootin' at soooo
Black activist on some trappin' shit
That say that you a lost
Nigga if you package flip

But on stage with Bloods versus Verb
But on some pastor shit
Against usin' hollows and sippin' Actavis
But last battle used Hollow in
A scheme sippin' Actavis
But everybody else a lost nigga
He even put a name to it
You know how many kids watch Hollow? Like all
Of his battles they bang to it
Y'all had a scheme that made it seem
Nigel was back sippin' lean
Well if the niggas with fame do it
What if a fan slip back in that Juice Wrld?
Man, that'll be plain (plane) stupid
So are you an activist?
Or did that round promote Actavis?
That's when I start fallin' back
Cause Huey P wouldn't tear down a
Brother if y'all was black
You got a talent, stupid
I wish we all could rap he call it
"talkin' to a lost nigga" I call it whack
What he supposed to do when them
Nine applications ain't callin' back?
Everybody and got the lux-ury
Of callin' Smack
Starved til’ one of them jobs call
Johnny that's a sick thing
Before my daughter starve I'm in somebody's
Shit tryin' to flip things
I can't make a move?
I gotta make somethin' move, you know
Shift things or hit the ese's, my holmes
(Mahomes) got in the Kansas City for 15
Before battle rap was payin'
I did whatever I had to do to be a father
Rest in peace black mamba
One time for 2G's, I let 24 out a chopper
There's kids back home takin' cold
Showers in my fuckin' hood

Watchin' you on YouTube actin' like you
Got powers in ya fuckin' hood
For you to be so fuckin' smart Lux
You seem so obsolete like you don't know I
Kill niggas outta respect
Boy all my ops elite
You can't feel it in ya bones
You, you wasn't there-
You ain’t runnin' in these streets
You was doin' what you was 'pose to do
You can't feel it in ya
Bones with death near, get close to you
Dark room, shattered heart
I'm cryin' cause I wanted blood
Somebody ever try smokin' you?
I broke the bathroom mirror I can’t
Look at me emotional
When it's time to go it's time to go
I need niggas that's gonna stand us wit' us
You told Hollow, "Stand up niggas don't lean"
Lux we leaned on some stand up niggas ni-
(Surf cuts his round short) go ‘head

So for the audience that's joinin' in
To watch Loaded Lux be dominant
You know there's more to battle
Rap when I'm rhymin' in
So I'ma justspace the bars out so you
Can screen the process of designin' this
Little nigga ain't fought nights
(FortNite) I did you'se a body
Tryin' to out perform a computer scientist
Firin' you gon' have trouble shootin'
(troubleshooting) tryin' to plug into
A situation you don't
Really even know why you're in (wirin')
Lyrically you outta touch but you just
Got the feel for this then I came along
(a lawn) and mowed (modem) him down
Now let me bring you back online again
There's a message I'm tryin' to send
But with these settings you can't have them
Type conversations niggas like this able
(disable) to comment in
What? You thought I was gonna
Come in here and positive?
You talk to motherfuckin' much man
That shit obvious
You got issues with it like a lobbyist
Now take a wild guess just another occupant
That couldn't cover up without me
Buildin' wit' the pen, ooooh
I'm still on top of this
Like fuck ya couch nigga
And back out on him like an ottoman
This the incompetent fool leadin'
The new school? You couldn't show a nigga
The way hall monitorin'
And you got a followin'
How is this the narrative in the press page?
New era? Never! Nigga you been in this shit
Longer than a decade that's all document
What you chompin' at? No gossipin'
Skip the Face Off, rip his face off
Now, big mouth wanna watch his lip

Got bustin' all them cases, and wasn't
No million dollar defense, I don't trust it
How you keep gettin' out, I don't get
Roc was just in the mix
Where was this shoot 'em up shit?
Top shotta with the grip
Bitch you DJ Mustard
Yeah that solo record you got hit
You still gotta spin nigga cause if this is-
And you gettin' points for slidin'
Whatchu playin'? Air Hockey with them sticks?
Now that I think about it
That's makin' a lot of sense
Heard from some dudes you used
To roller blade against
You was the skater kid, right?
Shotgun and Ars' told me how
You got your name again
Yeah, takin' the street shit a
Little too out of hand
Oh you Electric wit' it, Slide on 'em
I mean your radius you was rankin' shit
Niggas 2K but you makin' this
I was thinkin' it how the data fit?
You had me around 98%, that was 2 off
Keep it 100, you think I'm sweet, I've
Got you covered though, i'm raisin' it
To the rim, blackin' when I put the grey
Thing on Raider stitch that's Power
Die cause you got in the way Raina script
Im-Mortal in Kombat 'til that time that
Heart check from Suge pushed your spirit all
The way across the room Raiden shit no MTV
Look what bein' fused with greatest get
I'm paintin' this picture to prove
To all the critical dudes
Whatever one that you choose i understand it
For the fans you got they vision
Confused in the original views
Where's the lyrical tools?
And I'm a mental hammer
Slammin' slanders until it chisel
Chippin' off until a nigga thought patterns
Damage ya soul, dig in the wounds
You find somebody dope and you rope a rubber
Band around they arm and and hand them
(Arm & Hammer) a syringe and a spoon
All issued with the platoon they
Click it and it boom
Just cause every line up you lick a
(liquor) shot

Bar for bar you ain't even in the saloon
Man give me some room i get it, you bloom
But, you just another lovely flower I pick
This dope how you plant it though
Cause now all the rest of papi
(poppy) seeds saw you (soil)
Get grounded for this
We already knew this was a body
It's just the preacher got to say
A few words before the ditch dearly beloved
We are NOT gathered here todayfor bullshit
When a dead man plan that's usually a plot
Right? For the crypt, no for the Crip, yeah
We came to see you off from the rip (RIP)
Off the script, i never saw you get live
But, you on Live again it's funny
I catches the time you and the
Guy from NWX was chimin' in
Conspirin', tryin' to spin the dialogue
With the fake politics paint the narrative
Pile of tricks for the power shift
You relyin' on lyin' against Lionz gets
You laid with your alliances see how I, pile
(pal) it up for you
I mean since now y'all friends pause
But we from Harlem dawg
You don't jump on another nigga
Wave and ride it in this lame?
You can't reign
(Rain) just cause you cry to win
I'm black Jesus, nothings changed
I'm still turnin' water into wine and men
(whining men) this shit a shame
Smack, what the assignment is?
Get the price I'm askin'
"For every nickle son

(Nicholson) " I'm Jack'ed in no question
As (axe) I come through the door
Yeah K, these the rooms I do The Shining in
Heeeere's Johnny! And all his friends
We're not buyin' it had to conference him
Ya confidence was sayin' "Soldier"
That's what you sold us
And they got the one with Beyonce and them
The dance video, the camouflage and the Timbs
"I'm a 'Survivor'"
Watch niggas like this when they dolo
Not Gun Titles and them, nooo nooo
See I catch you when they be
(B) solo and then you sure
The Destiny Child'll end
"Lord! Why it had to be him?"
He believed in the hype from them surf's up
See, now you niggas is just
Goin' overboard with this shit yeah, no
Surf's up
He ain't givin' you the watered down truth
Fuck all that wild views
That don't prove you got the better rhymes
He handin' you fables
Then the plan to get disabled oh you signed?
Good, that provide more fans at the table
Watch you get punch drunk he took shots
Then put old Johnny in a Walker
With the cane and get-
And you was just lookin' like
The man on the label y-y-y you know
On the bottle of Johnnie Walker it's the guy
Walkin' with the cane on the label
Say you niggas should really
Stop recording this as I'm recalling him
Arms out, back pedalin'
I'm tryin' to show my son
How to re-walk again
Man, this is already unfortunate
But, I'd rather that, then
Me tellin' his family, "It's fatal"
His dad wasn't there
I was just standin' in one day at a time
He come into Harlem
Me and ICE showin' him how to lay them rhymes
You gotta stand divine
Let me thinkcoronavirus event
Popeye chicken sandwiches
Naaah bro, I still got the crazier lines
What up with the state of ya moms, huh?
When you come at the mountain climbin' on Roc
(k) line these niggas make me tickle
When you tag the team but that jazz
(Jaz) they rappin' ain't official (O'fficial)
Look, look, look Roc, here's the game plan
Nigga I ain't playin' witchu
He gon' Jersey outta this one
I be he would choke
Yogo 'head go 'head go 'head yooo

Mere fuckin' mortal, you ain't no savage
Stop it i hope this pussy got nine lives
Who I'm kiddin'
(kitten) this finna be cat-astrophic
The eyes of the soul usually holeless
You'd hate the view
Who said they'd want him in
The grave like Liam Neeson?
Man, they soul will get Taken 2 (too)
I came to talk to Lux to talk to Lux
I can't respect it if it made to me
If anybody else try to pop out I
Swear to God I'm taking three (Taken 3)
I remember you sayin' word for word I
Was better than them lions then
Now Mr miyagi can't respect Daniel-san made a
Penthouse out of the Lionz Den
It's like everybody you preach to
You lie to 'em
Fraudin' on these cards like the
Rules to apply to him
Who you checkin' or savin'? I got a receipt
Sayin' I account for a lot of 'em
I can't bank on these reality
Checks or deposit 'em
The only nigga to survive Loaded
Clips and Hollow and a
Loaded clip with hollows
Brand new double revolvers
Twin spinners, captain of the Lost Niggas
Nigga my friends sinners
My handle Irving, Plaza on my
Back like Kyrie about, ten winners
Yeah it's cool to be Loaded
But, if you point and don't
Shoot you Ben Simmons fuckin' vulture
I hate everything about you
And that fake smile
You Loaded Lux the architect
Of this place? How?
Everybody ain't from the 3-1-3
Where I'm from you get shake down
Before we made URL famous
You was only famous cause you ate Miles
(8 Mile) you came to URL when it was hot
Nigga you wasn't made wit' us
Before the whips, before the chain
You ain't slave wit' us
Everybody know the backhand big
The fine print say, "the grave bigger"
Keep shovelin' for gold pussy
We only respect grave diggers
You got it confused

Let's get somethin' straight
You started the game I added the Euro
Up to date
Wanna be God? I will send you home
Stay in ya fuckin' place
Never say behind your back what I
Can say in ya fuckin' face you, Mook
The reason that man sold a couple
DVD's in a couple states
Me and my top tier peers
We made the numbers fluctuate
Actin' like you bleedin' in the
Ring for this culture you a wrestler
By the time you wanted to play "King
Dictionary" we was already
Sellin' out Webster
Arsonal most viewed battler ever
If you do it that's how you 'posed to
Hitman, Con', Clips
They brought TV to the culture
I got 'em thinkin' battlers can make music
Sold out shows, signin' posters
You wasn't with us shootin' in the gym
But come around tryin' to coach us
In weird ass outfit's and ya loafers
We caught all the kills and still
Left somethin' for the vultures
I told Smack he can multiple sums
If he subtract the bad cattle
The difference is, he cool
You? We just glad to have you
The bite worse than the hiss
You pay attention to the rattle
I divided blocks for a fraction of
What I get for these battles
So what's the problem?
Last nigga tried to give me
Some work, we robbed him, then shot him
The lost niggas I bodied remain lost
'til the cops find 'em
Can't put me under your Speed Stick beat it
The holster where I keep it
Holdin' 30 on a Degree
But somethin' in this arm ain't a Secret
Neither is what I do to you
If DNA can clap the machete
I can spray the Axe
There be Doves at your funeral
Check my resume
I'm certified I got all my stripes
Oh you ain't heard I bodied older
(body odor) niggas all my life
Wood grain grip, split his head with mahogany
Dip or catch a Big Bang astronomy
One shot, two shot, by the time I hit ten
11th book Deuteronomy alpo
Black Panther, I wish that shit'd stop
Every other battle contradiction is
A different prop

I'm fightin' life battles, these battles
Not hittin' ops
The judge said my homie would
Come home when pigs fly
We tried to hit a cop
I can tell by your name where you from
You around it but you don't really know it
My homie died with his gun on
His hip and it was loaded
They say anything in battle
Cause it's battle rap
Call me a "rat" in real
Life and I'm shootin' lead i'll a leave
(Aleve) you where we left the last
We'll peel (pill) on anybody that said
"Tsu the Feds" (Sudafed)
Why say "been a drill"
(Benadryl) when you know the drill?
We 'bout stuff
Home makeovers, flip the house up
Lil' niggas, they get high off Percocets
And that clout stuff
Just point 'em to the next
Kill and fed 'em mean
(amphetamine) bags to keep they mouth shut
If trappin' took care of the crib
I don't care if niggas agree wit' me
I know the cons, but I be pro fiends
(Ibuprofen) then they'll keep feedin' me
That was probably drugged out
Sometimes I be stretchin' it
I'm just tryin' to show I can line a pen
(Klonopin) with the best of 'em

I won't even spit my third verse
Tell me you got caught up
In the hype with this
Tell me you didn't expect this to get
To the height that it did
I'll even go for, "Big bro, you COVID hit
Shit got slow wasn't no nights gettin' gigs
You know I like to pretend with
This life that I live" oh nigga just tell me
And I'll tell you what I might forgive
Damn Surfand I'm a nigga that's
Gonna fight for the kids you know
Every time I see you on
Your Live and you vent
You remind me of when I first
Met you and you was
Nothin' to me but a fan of the live event
Still havin' problems with insecurities
You remember the problemwith security
You was a little more shier then
I gave them the Wave
Yeah nahhe's- he's good yeah he's good

Nigga I try to help when I can it's who I am
You know, i look at life in synchronicity
And not serendipity so you're
Able to see the signs and it's symbolic when
I peep the state society in and now it's when
The Wave went to go against the grain?
How ironic, this would explain
Why we in this change of environment
Oh it's all synonymous
The fact that less is more
So you Andre The Giant then, right?
And a big stage ain't nothin' but a WWF cage
You put a bunch of fake fighters in
All the Madness is at an Ultimate high again
In spite of it, yeah
I gave you the play guide
Not for you to get around the rest
Of these little niggas and play God
No more play time
Days are numbers on a Jersey
Nigga who thought he was season is over
It's ya last dance to crossin' Jordan
Say, why is (wise) these niggas with no
Intelligence think they AI
It's artificial, whatever he sell you
"You don't know about goin' to jail"
You tryin' to compare goin' in
And out of cells
To a nigga at a whole 'nother cellular level
The devil a lie! My mother was in pain
You wanna speak to the inmate, press 9
Classic

I wasn't impressed by it
A nigga throwin' a party at the prison and
Puttin' his mother on the guest line
And yet y'all ooh'd and aah'd
And I'm confused like
"Why is this even cool to y'all?
To watch a nigga's stressed moms"
This nigga's a flunky man you don't drill
You just get caught keepin' steel
You'se a gummy, man
And they labelled the Boy Bad
But really what did he (Diddy) do
You've got to dance Puffy!
You swear to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the
Truth so help you God?
Smack, check ya dawg (dog)
He out here sayin', "Surf ain't never scared"
Yeah I hear, you don't tuck your tail at all
Grown man shi-
You really gotta solidify your position
Like, why is niggas even out here
Thinkin' you might've been snitchin'?
Is it cause "allegedly" you turned a
Life sentence into a light sentence?
Fuck, I gotta put it
In subtitles or somethin'?
You gave a light sentence to
Avoid a life sentence
Well you know they say Ah di
Boom was writin' this nigga's lyrics
Ohh, that's the part that
Got me kinda suspicious
Then you decided to get wit' a label
Under the table, low key
You might as well be signed to the system
When the company heads of
It with hedge fundin'
Invest money into the privatizing of prisons
We ain't gotta guess cousin
Of who's side is you wit' then
I look at your message youngin' kill niggas
Get high you got shot
You see the vibe you is sendin'?
Type of rhetoric that's helpin'
With multiplying convictions
It's a science to this shit
But right I be forgettin'
"We don't wanna hear that bullshit Shareff"
Not at all facts

Right then next week you gonna tell
Me how you rappin'
So you can get up out the streets
You know what I'ma mind my business
Well make up your mind then little nigga
How many "Free Surf" shirts it's gon' take
For you to finally get it
But mind you I get it
You tryin' to protect everything you
Got in this image we from the same place
But, you wanna come up in here makin' excuses
Of why you not makin' wiser decisions
And all the while you play ignorant
My son gotta dodge his condition
And I don't see the difference from a
Nigga like you and a cop
Puttin' his knee on his neck squeezin'
The air outta his existence ahhh maaaan!
Not to mention all that police
Brutality was goin' on
Where was all the sticks that you got?
I bet' not hear another motherfuckin'
Gun bar from none of
Y'all gang niggas if it ain't gettin' at SWAT
What?! Oh, you never heard of it?
You you say you a gangsta
You say you gotcha gat
You say, "rat-a tat tattaT"
I never heard of it surf just kill yaself
Rest in peace to Khalid Muhammad
It's like y'all forgot
How you don't look at cops and see ops
(C-ops)? But, you ask him it's
"I'm just tryin' to get to this chicken"
Arroz con pollo one track at a time, right?
"yeah holmes"
We just gotta know his loco motives
Next they gon' tell you what
Ballad we should vote
Nigga you was only at a rally with them
Folks cause you had an album to promote
All loud, show steppin' fuck a march nigga
I get in this ring and do the protesting
(pro-testing)
URL called me up talkin' 'bout, "Lux-"
Awww man

15 puttin' food on my mother table
Shouldn't have been my business
But watchin' my mother struggle
I had to get out and get it locked up
Detention centers turn into prisons
Judge said I could be locked up with content
"Your honor I don't know what that mean"
She put it in a sentence
I heard a judge say-
I heard a white judge say
"It ain't in God's hands you go
To prison when your honor ready"
Type to go to jail
Turn god body for protection and
5% of his commissary
I don't wanna hear 'bout bein' no boss nigga
When you the type of nigga I boss
E'ry other battle is "lost niggas"
I'd rather worry 'bout niggas I lost
Surf bring it back 9 bars to
The top of his round

15 puttin' food on my mother table
Shouldn't have been my business
But watchin' my mother struggle
I had to get out there and get it locked up
Detention centers turn into prisons
Judge said I could be locked up with content
"Your honor I don't know what that mean"
She put it in a sentence
If you ain't never been lost
Then save your two cents, bottom line
I be where the lost niggas at cause there's
A couple mothafuckas that I gotta find
Judgin' me cause I'm from a
War zone, there's war home
We can't move without 'em
Last Joker we caught on a
Dark Knight Heath Ledger
We made a movie out him
Your mother still wanna know what you
Gonna do wit' ya life
Battlin' once a year for a
Career ain't the coldest
She only gettin' older
So much power in knowin' I could load this
And take a load off her shoulders
I'm learnin' you battle rappers
Ain't never seen shit
Just write down whatever fit the
Situation and you scream shit
You really wear suit's to these battles
Playin' with these people in these caskets
It was always a battle puttin' on them suit's
I hated seein' them people in them caskets
Every time I look in this snake eyes I
Wanna shoot him in his open eye
Grip tight, trick dice
If we the ones rollin' then Loaded die
Surf stumbles and starts to bring
His round back 25
Bars before picking up where he left off

Can't tell me about bein' no lost nigga when
You the type of nigga I boss
E'ry other battle a "lost niggas"
I'd rather worry 'bout niggas I lost
My little cuz was playin' ball
But he play-play too
The ops caught cuz lackin' after AAU
It's like shit went backwards
After cuz got popped they said they heard
"You! Aye! Aye!" then never had a shot
We was thinkin' NBA, 6 feet at 17
But he died over C's
(seas) you can rush a (Russia)
Mother to her stroke
Bury that baby six feet at 17
The killer got killed before we got
A chance to kill him what a bother
When you can't even the score
You just gotta credit karma
Meditation and mountains how you get
Up in ya zone?
My last time in them mountains I
Was wishin' I was home
But his words so intricate, compelling, deep
Boy, I'm right out my brain, new Dillinger
I'll Blow Johnny Depp right out his brain
You said, "Harlem hospital givin' beds out"
That's usually what happen when
The hammer dance
Where I'm from you die on the ground
Or a stretcher in the ambulance
They hidin' we seek 'em, tag him in his head
Hospital bed? Where we play
Don't come back until he dead
Loaded alone, I send the goons
Go in his home
Cut a leg off, skin his face, open his dome
Try to break the blade off when
It go in his bone
Jack knife, Razor's edge, I'm goin' Ramon
And you separate the body
Each pallbearer gotta carry a Load of his own
Big shoe
Nobody on the Planet fit in this (Fitness)
I'm cut different mVP Giannis countin' Euros
The Buck different dNA on the machine?
You wipe the shit down when you done wit' it
My shooter had the best rounds I
Ever heard, I felt 'em
But somethin' different
That last kill I caught in real life
I can't understand how his family hated me
I heard they wanted him closer to God
I figured they'd be thankin' me
Surf cuts his round short jersey

They dropped the ball puttin' you
On this card wit' me this shit declinin'
It's been a hip hop breaching
Contract with the client
Rappers givin' rappers the license to
Care about doin' everything else
But rhymin' you may wanna sue (Tsu)
You just wanna perform but in what forum
When the crowd can't do it
For himnot in this form
I don't know what neighborhood
He been through but this Beloved hood
The block party where street niggas
Shouldn't be barricading the route
To tell the truth
If I look over the rail and you can't meddle
(metal) with me puttin' together bars
Well let's guard, dawg (dog)
You on the fence about it
I was already comin' outta the
Gate for your roof
Save me the, "Thanks for the loot!"
Your hospitalable, y'all will get that soon
Ain't that right Surf?
You know all about bein' patient with rooms
Take it you do have faith and you grew
But battle rap is the new hustle
The kingpin had to wait on his mule
And I make sure you was nothin' but
An 8 Ball on the corner pocket
With the stick tryin' angles
(triangle) tryin' not to get chalked
Through your queue (cue)
We ain't in the same pool
You turned into a bikini model
You see we all had to shoot
You went and got cute nigga you PUSSY
I guess anybody with balls but not on queue
(Q) bishop, what about the Juice?
This an abortion kid
I'm cuttin' you off as I was
Fast forwardin' through the 'Tube
Lookin' at the dash bored (dashboard) like
"This can't be the speed I'ma cruise
Shit a crash course

You was the NASCAR and I the fuel
I see what all the gas for
Nigga you on fumes maybe that's why he asked
Y'all for the pullover
And I can't rest stop and think
Oh, now I gotta fix the nigga who
Claim he got all the power tools
Breakin' down soon
Is son (sun) outta his roof?
How else you gonna get out on me kiddie?
He locked in baby kiddie? Locked in?
The way Smack set up this child, proof
You can't handle this
Why you think I had to open
Up the door for you?
This shit's scandalous, man
This 30 I'ma doo rag him, no strings
Attached when you know it's a wrap
But he couldn't even tie this
Look what cousin combin' the block but wasn't
Brushin' up on the sides get silver linings
You misread the goal and blew it
It was all in ya head
That they colored you bad
Well it's a good day for dyin'
I'm still firin' beyond the best
You lose battles but win
The popularity contest
It's gotta be addressed
This ain't nothin' but a
Dead man gettin' suited
Whatchu 'bout a gentleman's 30?
Yeah I gotchu custom up to the neck
Don't ask Surf how he feel about battle
Raps, he in here with me, ain't he?
Aw man, a nigga love it to death boo!
Scary nigga
You gettin bodied losin', just like a ghost
Invisible cloak
You can act like you started with SMACK
Niggas know the heart of battle rap
Wrap ribbons and bows around your gift
And presented it like a host
Your mission a hoax you trace
Copy then paste the blueprint that I wrote
You know why you can do
Numbers and talk digital scrolls?
It's sorta how the pryamid grows
It's all knowledge
See at the base column it's a
Lot of people at the bottom

But yeah it gets slimmer as it goes
What you did? Summer Madess 1, right?
Then after that, "You Gon' Get This Work"
The biggest of quotes
I had the whole industry sendin' me
Tweets via Twitter with notes
Kendrick and Cole, I even got Jigga to post
Best Flex freestyle EVER!
Comparin' ya I95 shit is a joke
You wrote a book? I am the book, nigga
You can't change history bro
The moral of the story ismy body of
Work nigga will BODY ya work
Stop confusing a bunch of
Activities with results
You makin' money don't make you a man
You can have millions and ya spirit be broke
But niggas will know
When this same ole' Crip you
Niggas thought was Rainbow Six
Turns out to be Tekashi at
The end of the road, nigga
I am a prisoner revolt
I'm tryin' to crack the cell wall and get
To ya soul and dig in the vault
Oh you can get you some votes
Nigga I can give you the volts
From the infinite field
Now a nigga feels when I push they inner will
(wheel) to the rim when I spokes
Streets ain't give you nothin' back but
A hard time little bro nigga own up
Shit funky
But, you gon' look at me and turn ya nose up
I guess you just gon' keep up this persona
Like the news do with the Corona
Fully Loaded they tried to jump the gun
First Surf threw, the contective punch
He set up to punt i got pregnant with joy
I felt the shit he be kickin' is just a bump
I've got another son punk you'se a warm up
I've got somethin' else in the oven bun
And it's about to see the daylight (Daylyt)
Yeah baby you've been pushin' for this
And you gon' get it in the months to come
Little nigga you still here? Whatchu want?
Beasley calls time
This ain't no babysitters club
You a waste of my motherfuckin' time
Lux starts laughing about being cut
Off for the third time
I had one more line nigga