URLtv, Tsu Surf, JC - Tsu Surf vs. JC lyrics

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 everythingexcept
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

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 it's 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

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 decadeyour 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

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

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!

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

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