URLtv, Tsu Surf, John John Da Don - Tsu Surf vs. John John Da Don lyrics

I don't give a fuck how much
You pay for your chain or your watch bro
Or how many bitches you got
Cause the nigga that shot him
Left him with five holes (hoes)
You only care about money and fly clothes
Bitch shit, well guess what I got
For all that material, this stick
(materialistic) what you trap in? Givenchy?
What you put work in? Dior?
What a way to sell
(sail) out cause that ain't Surf anymore
Remember when he battled Con' and
Made fun of bro's fashion?
Now it's drip in his description
Nigga went from Subtitles to closed
(clothes) captions guess what won't happen
Johnny Dang when you around keep ya chain
I'll fuck around and throw him in the crowd
Where was he when you got
Shot? Couldn't think any smarter?
Would've thought he made you a vest
I peeped a chink in ya armor
Mr two and a Possible
Can't make the fans more proud?
How the victim of a shootin'
Not prepare more rounds?
Smack, you let him get away with this shit
Nigga, stand yo' ground
Cause you got this nigga Tsu in
(suing) the league, I understand Norbes now
Y'all on some bullshit
Still rewardin' niggas that's unprepared
You could've found some feelings for this
Pussy if you fuckin' cared
I should feed him a bullet
To be fair, that's what he get
Remember"i can't eat that"
Well let's see if you can eat this
Tell 'em Smack, what's really goin' on
I'm tired of hidin' shit
Keep it a stack with these blood suckers
It's the politics (pile of ticks)
I thought you said
If a nigga choke y'all gon' be dockin' shit
So how'd he still get Paid In
Full even when his performance reek, oh
(Rico) , cause he got you Rich
Let's stop this shit
Create another wave, y'all don't need Tsunami
Leave his hands
(Hanz) alone and then bark on
Another Crip like Geechi Gotti
Hollow, Reed, Rum, Chess, Wavy
Some prestigious homis
How is this a test if I
(testify) if I bring up names
You seen me body y'all wild
But, you? Been duckin' for years Surf
So why now? Is it cause I told you I
Would write the battle witchu?
Wanna play Swear To God now?
Swear To God you ain't tell me
You was movin' to Atlanta
So we could trade ideas soon as you fly down
My reply? "Wow" you ain't shoot back at the
Niggas that shot at you
But, you wanna rebuttal my rounds?
So I'm supposed to help you beat
Me for the play back? Do I look like Hitman
Geechi or Rum? Did I say that?
I'm just assuming that he fixed these battles
After reaching out for tips from the
God like the Sistine Chapel
Then with all them ghostwriting allegations
What a huge mess you can't cook without
Helping someone prepare, who made Tsu
(sous) chef?
It's true that you don't care and
Proof that I won't share
But don't y'all find it kind of odd he
(Ah di) Boom'ed outta nowhere
You took bars from a rat
So how could this man be a king
Even offered Chilla a stack but that was
In the grand scheme of things
That really means the bars you spittin'
Comin' from who sparrin' wit' him
He's so self centered I'm surprised he
Ain't consider lettin' Ars' assist him
(narcissism) jersey! Nah fuck it, if it's up
There it's stuck there, let's put Tsu aside
(suicide) from Jones' town (Jonestown)
For every punch shared
What is this? A handicapped
Match? Shit is unfair
With all this shit this Crip pulled
(crippled) he needs help gettin' upstairs
Barely do the work but you wanna get paid
In the field more than the house
But, you wanna be made (maid)
On that note, turn the (Nat Turner) page
This is how you talk to a slave
Cause my people Wave in the water
I'm just walkin' through Wave
Y'all better behave
I'm only here cause I'm gettin' that cash
All that hype gon' get Tsunami packed
This that gas just know
When you get done spittin' that trash
It's still two more rounds of me
(whoopin' that ass)

Whatchu know aboutfeatures, shows, bookings?
Workin' on ya tape cause you
Gotta get ya shit out
But still the homies need choppers
The ops got a hit out
They hit my wrist, my ribs
My legand not havin' a third is some
Shit you tryin' to spit 'bout?
There's bullets in me forever Johnny
Some rounds I still can't get out
Why it take so long? Because
I respect the killers, not the cowards
Before you was booked on URL you
Was hooked on URL, not battlin'
Just watchin' ours
A lot of hours, how we even get here?
Chasin' me for ten years
Boy been watchin' the Surf
Show since Rocket Power
Win, lose, draw, I fill every room Troy
The front end go to savings
Back end go the new toys
I never got that Nerf gun for Christmas
Just really blew toys
Man if the Don Dada the judge
Gonna label me a 'Rude Boy'
See all this gangsta shit it fall on deaf
Ears it be hard to hear us
I let it tag right on
His glasses like foggy mirrors
There were stitches in my stomach
Blood in my eye
Tryin' to pray holdin' granny hands
I had to let that Hammy blam
John, be a family man
I see it now, another nigga down
Ain't no man to man
NuNu screamin', Smack like, "Oh shit"
Beas' (bees) over the body like Candy Man
So I apologize if I wasn't
Focused on my craft, i be in it deep
It's hard to focus on finishin' rounds
When niggas tryin' to finish me
Trenton prison an hour from my crib
The homie seemed far away
His rap book look like a Bible
The boy only write a bar a day
So either you don't know the word
Or aren't hearin' the math john, three 16's
(3: 16) take him about a year and a half
Angel prayers, nothin' like the devils
Different shit
Lord we been outside since Genesis
And pray that every bullet that enter us
Exit us
(Exodus) , you can't find that in Leviticus
Follow me, Jesus had apostles
I got killers that'll die for me
Long as the Numbers right
You know what they'll do to honor me?
(Deuteronomy)
See the devil will kill all us muhfuckas
'til ain't nothin' left for him
If I'm out sendin' rounds and duckin' rounds
How the fuck am I supposed to prep for 'em?
You had on a suit your last battle
Boy almost died when he wore the shit
Three pieces for funeral
Meetings and corporate
Tay! Soon as he kick open the door
Explore the shit
Foreign clips, don't kill the dog or the fish
But, if that motherfucker bark or
That tank water swish
Weeeer shhh, give his daughter kiss
Aaayyyye roooooc!
That can only lead to orphanage bAOW!
Shot down the hall like I
Thought I saw some shit
Performance? Bars? Which craft
(witch craft) you need, we sorcerer shit
If I gotta pull up with 4's and
Shit it's to enforce some shit
Roc creep wit' Caution and extensions
Double date he brought his bitch
Your best performance was Jakkboy Maine
Why panic?
If it ain't top tier we don't care
That's not damage
Anybody from my class would've had
That three round shot landin'
It would've Rose and let go at Jakk
(Jack) from the door Titanic
Who give a fuck if he battled Mr wavy?
Not us the only time they cared to miss the
(mister) Wave is when I'm locked up
Ayo, listen they said, "Surf dropped his
Last two battles", i could not trip
Come to think about it, every
Time my 40 Loaded, i drop shit
I was gonna say, "Fuck this battle"
Saw the bag and said, "The hell with it"
It's the deja vu
Seein' this bitch behind these glasses remind
Me of my jail visit's
Like Schwarzenegger in that movie I grab John
By his head and terminate him
Man, they gonna find John Connor dead
First round, long and sweet
Who like churros?
I pay my shooter a band then
The scope locks on J
(ay) head like mature Hov
And if it ain't $40
000 or better than it's haters
Iron Solomon, Math, Lu Castro nut chasers
Smack, don't call my phone
For nothin' but paper
C'mon man let's turn up jersey

So basically, you couldn't do ya job cause
You was in the streets?
I ain't here to question his G, MO
(GMO) cause this isn't beef
We know you gettin' chicken
Can't call a time you didn't eat
But, if ya consumption don't help
You stay on 100, try a fish and see
(efficiency)
Now what about the fans that pay
To see you? Tickets isn't cheap
So they had to work, overtime
Barely gettin' sleep
All for short stops and a jersey
(Jersey) Cal Ripken tee
Which makes it even sadder they
(Saturday) know you be endin' weak (week)
There's no excuse to put up with this image
What else they 'pose (post) to do?
You know how you write the
Word "Über" how it's pronounced?
Yeah, hold them little two rounds over you
(U) hence, why I'm a nigga you don't pursue
Cause, I'm doper Tsu soon as we up the ante
(anti) bodies found, it's COVID proof
Fuck is you? How the fuck did you tell Uncle
Ra not to shake ya hand?
As if he needs ya blessing to
Eat when you grace the cam'
How could you hate the man?
One of the biggest battle
Rap media platforms, holdin' Jersey down
What? 15 Minutes ain't enough?
How does 30 sound?! Cause you the one that
Jumped in that interview, we seen the tape
Just like a bitch that'll let
You fuck and later scream, "it's rape"
I see why Math be callin' you fake
This dude a queen
If he could KeKe his way out
Of this move he king
He should be humble, y'all agree?

Yeah!
Cool, I found a different way to approach ya
When I say, "Sorry Surf", I
Need everybody to say
"You are not bigger than the culture"
Now let's do one practice run to make
Sure I ain't gotta coach ya
Y'all ready? "Sorry Surf"
You are not bigger than the culture!
I don't care how much you and Smack
Be at Beasley house doin' yoga
But sorry Surf
You are not bigger than the culture!
I don't care if the address on ya
ID still says "Joe Budden's sofa"
But sorry Surf
You are not bigger than the culture!
I don't care how many times you had to kick
Jaz out cause you had Yoshi comin' over
But sorry Surf
You are not bigger than the culture!
And if Johnny Dang makes you another
Chain it better be a choker but sorry Surf
You are not bigger than the culture!
Shotgun, let's get one thing straight
Workout the kinks
Where to put 'em? I don't mind in
The gutter where the fuck you think?
Ever play Stand Down with a
Barrel? First one to blink
Now the Wave in front of
The nose like somethin' stink
Are you possessed?
Something evil occupies your mental?
Cause you call yourself "The Devil Grandson"
No wonder they put a god against you
Ever since we've been warring
(Warren) like Ed and Lorraine
I peeped the signs and signals
If your excuse is
"The devil made me do it" I
Know the kind you're into (Conjuring 2)
That's not a horror flick
But let's make a movie that gets spooky
When you had your Paranormal Activities
Nothing moved me
I'm godly and the staff can't
Do nothin' to stop me
You said somethin' 'bout Candy Man, right?
That's cause you hope Beas'
(bees) covers the body
The day you got shot you
Could've still popped somethin'
But, you were so busy duckin' me that
You ain't see your real ops comin'
But never worry nBA Christmas uniforms
You gotta do better jersey (Jersey)
Since he took five on 7
25 don't mean you 730 stop, akh
You had the drop on ya ops
But none of ya ops drop
I guess you are the Devil's Grandson
Cause whatever he say tend to get him pop pop
Mr cox got, caught lackin' wit' a hot Glock
That was not cocked
Chedda Bob 'cause the moment he
Tried to pull it, got Cox
(cock) shot that's your fault
Don't blame it on the streets
You just as culpable to leave
You had more than one chance
That's why I'm so confused
Battle rap gave you a way out
So there was hope for you
Don't tell me you ain't have a choice
Well I got multiple
A: Headshot, let's just call it what it was
Or B: Gun shot
Could he stomach all that blood?
Or C: Leg shot, let him walk into the slug
Or D: Start from his feet and
Shoot all of thee above!

Lord I've been tryin' to
Walk a straight line
The way I've been livings been backwards
I'm supposed to be with the deaconsreverends
I'm out drillin' wit' the
Killers and the trappers
It's all a façade, I know the devil is a lie
It's just
All this big cap in front of me be
Fuckin' with my vision to the pastor
I'm learnin' you a black cat for the culture
It's startin' to add up cOVID came
Twork choke and I ain't finishin' mad stuff
We gotta listen to Cassidy?
Tragedy, these years been mad tough
Norbes, Keke Hardbody, the Math stuff
I honestly feel like you
And Hollow breakin' that
Mirror the reason I got a bad Lux (lucks)
All this multiple choice battle rap shit
Man, you ain't runnin' wit' the thugs
My multiple choice was: cop out
Trial or snitch
My lawyer said, "None of thee above"
Now pop somethin' i'm paranoid
My nerves bad I might drop somethin'
Don't fuck around
I dump the pound in John like the SWAT comin'
This shit easy to rap
Ain't safe to try though
Pump fakin' nigga prolly be shakin', I know
Anybody can lift, you gotta take what follows
You know what we got in common?
Both got our name from takin' Hollows
That day coulda been my been my last patna
Exactly why I blast choppers
I still don't know if they
Was happy I survived
I woke up to mad doctors
Went from Mortal Kombat to real fatalities
Homi shit, pushin' buttons since a youngin
Couldn't try me bitch
Sometimes you forget the game
But sometime it stick
I still remember down, back, up, right
Trigger will make Johnny split
Listen, I been prayin' man this
(mantis) ray got the homie in the tent alone
Bugs in the jack
Cuz got indicted off a Cricket phone
Fuck a battle, he need bail
That shit's stressin' his soul
The more time tick, the new term might
(termite) effect his parole
So why would I be worried 'bout
A third round for John John?
Million dollar bail, no 10%
That ain't no lollipop that's a Bond bond
(bon bon) sucka ass nigga
Your Multiple Choice is always some dumb shit
My ops options? Extendos, 9's, drum clip
But we do not play
I get whiplash when the chop' spray
Him beatin' me? Ain't no muhfuckin' kind way
Old bitch, still let her sing, give me Sade
Flat head, screw a nigga face the Con' way
(Conway)
Four cars deep, the mall pack Black Friday
Shoulder gig, get over here
Somethin' go in John' Cage
You plus four can split my backend five ways
I can get whatever shooter
I want Lebron James they always askin'
"Why he ain't been in jail longer?"
Like they want me in that place
I should slap them gl-
Stop playin' in my muhfuckin' face
That shit revolve around ya lawyer
Get you one, you'll be straight
I say, "Revolve around"
(revolver round) well cause
Cause he never dropped a case
Gettin' out of jail ain't complicated
Y'all make it hard
Plus my shooters ain't afraid to foul out
They be playin' hard
Why would you ever go in iso' when
You got James Harden playin' guard?
Gettin' 40 a night, any real team
They gon' take the charge
We always go off paperwork
That's how the truth hit the light
When I say we both seen
Our family through glasses
I was talkin' 'bout two different lifes
You seen what I did to Gerald, no Sweat
His shit real real
Stab his neck, I don't know if
He screamin' or he singin'
We gon' see if Johnny's Gill's real
Holdin' the TEC
Who want smoke? They got hookah there?
Sawed off, spittin' out pellets
A few can share
Proper, preparation prevents- I'm
Too prepared try and run
Air on his back we sell scuba gear
Unidentified flyin'- I don't care
Who was there pull a stick
Slide down on him like computer chairs
Aye look
My cuz came to see me in my dreams he
Went to Hell he said it humid there
But he also said, "Thank you"
He looked up and saw his shooter there
Man, we sent him so fast they
Coulda took the same Uber there
E'rybody hates Surf but turn into
Bitches when they see me
Your best performance be against niggas that
Want pictures when they see me
Proving Ground like college
We know Johnny damn well
Then get up here a couple
Tiers and be Johnny Manziel
And if it ain't $40
000 or better then it's fuck haters
Iron Solomon, Math, Lu Castro nut chasers
Smack don't call my phone
For nothin' but paper

Surf turns to Smack
You want one more? I got you stay there
Brotherhoodso what? That's supposed to
Mean we homies now?
How the fuck we gon' be brothers when
You be actin' like the only child
Am I my brother's keeper? Satan a lie
Cain is a lie
Let's see if my brother is able
(Abel) to die if I'm ya brother
Why I haven't met ya mother?
I be glad to meet her it's not your fault
That I haven't met ya daddy
Cause you haven't either that hurt

Let you tell it, we kin because of Holla
But that's lame cuz
You think I relate to ya kind cause
We connected through the same Blood
Tay Roci see you cheerleadin'do
Your thing bro aye, but does he show you
That same level of support? I don't think so
Is he slow? Or is he just
Doin' what any brother should?
Now what if I told you that your brother the
Reason that you no longer in The Brotherhood?
Nothing? Nothing?
So we playin', What If, right?
So What If I told you that ya
Brother tried to fuck ya shorty's face?
So what if it's a video with
Time stamps and recorded dates
That'll be a crime scene, yeah
That should get the story straight
Cause then you'll have the visual
See a Surf and Caution tape
Do you even have any
Real friends besides Qua?
Who else knows the Wave true
Colors? It is I Qua
He found the bitch that put you on and
All you do is throw him change
Shouldn't Qua see mo' doe
(Quasimodo) when you didn't even know
The dame (Notre Dame) i had a hunch back
(hunchback) when he battled Suge
What this hoe 'bout
He rather rent a room at someone else's
Property than build his own house
Cause out ya own mouth you said
"If it ain't URL it don't count"
Instead of helpin' push that
League in Jersey, you dubbed
(UDubb) your home town?
And Arsonal? You still support this
Nigga? And that bothers me he took ya money
Gave you shitty performances and
Undermined ya league
He barely pays you homage
You can tell me if I see it wrong
But ain't it so disrespectful
To have an album titled Newark
That you ain't featured on?
Can you name someone, or platform
You ever helped please
When will cold matter to
The Devil's Grandson?
The day that Hell freeze
He said it's like basketball then
Showed up with a bat see what that tells me
Your next battle should be at
Gates Of The Garden bAOW, give him LB
Rest in peace
Twork, we always in a mountain of pain
I just hate that we lost him in that water
So I'ma take it out on the Wave
Fuck ya book, fuck ya look
Fuck every album you made
The It factor? That explains why Tsu would
(sewer) clown on this stage
SM1, when K-Shine called you a
Snitch and a pedophile
I was preparin' for what to say before I
Got in this ring like my wedding vow
Summer Madness 2 where was you
When I shut Webster down? Let me guess
In jail somewhere battlin' for
Your bed and chow summer Madness 3 Me and JC
Was paid for that card
And we was bars over names
You was just a name behind bars
SM4, you had Holla, I had Verb
Both was worthy fights
SM5, when I didn't let Wavy ride
It was no Surf in sight
I sat for 6 and 7, by choice
I guess I wasn't hungry
SM8, I headlined it versus
Hollow in another country
I don't count Summer Impact but
He was hidin' y'all
That's five Summer Madnesses to two
I defied the odds
What got me there? If it ain't
My name it's most likely skill
I doubled back for SM10, right
After I beat COVID, had a fight with Ill
Now we only Summer Madness 11
Fuck who you got
If I've been here more than you tell
Me who is givin' who the shot but no
You got everything to lose and no gain
You givin' me the shot? So I'm takin' it
Close range!

Cuz stop
Everybody Crip until they Blood stop
Before the shot Tsunami Surf
After the shot Flood Watch just stop
You just gon' be fake all your life
Y'all wanna welcome the Wave back
Hope your neighbor's polite but please
Don't say "John" unless you sayin' it twice
And if you don't add "Da Don"
You ain't sayin' it right
Did you ever read The 49 Laws Of Power?

It's not 48 see listen, the 49th law is
"You Do Not Brandish A Weapon And Not Shoot"
How these niggas survive is
Never a multiple choice
Only decision is slide
You gotta know the ramifications when
You get in that ride you see this zipper
This what happen when you don't finish ya job
You saw an op' and didn't shoot, you a fruit
Shit I gotta squeeze
Not nippin' the trouble seed in the bud is
How it blossoms to a problem tree
Who pulls out a gun on battle rappers?
That's bitch shit
When the fuck did John get mad and
(Madden) start pullin' out hit sticks?
You are known for pullin' out weapons
Not for shootin'
I got more bids than you got classics
Choppers shootin'
Let me would've been you and
You Ace doctor music
Nina blow John head in the alley prostitution
You made a round about pullin' out
A gun on a nigga, to me that was weird
Last time I pulled out a gun on a nigga
Man battle rap ain't seen me for a year
I should stomp him with the brand new Timbs
The tan boot and drop him off in Philly
You know they hate big niggas who can't shoot
The Bullpen that you used to
Could've been ran by Debo, lots of queens
My bullpen was Cortez nasty, not for streams
No Loso to pray about the Bad
Newz that they got the team
My bullpen was general population
Ops and fiends
You bought a gun to have a gun
Ain't no damage when you slide
Why you ain't shoot you big bitch?
Cause you just love handles on the side

Some of the crowd starts yelling
"3-0!" and Surf responds
I know! Shut up! Shut up!
Why you ain't- chill out
Chill out y'all be askin'
For a fuckin' third
I got one shut the fuck up!
Why you ain't shoot you big bitch?
Cause you just love handles on the side
It be cannons in the street
We be blammin' when we speak wrapped arms
I would've gave Ace bandages at least
Somebody tell me, what the fuck is goin' on?
You pulled out a gun at a battle rap event
Then that event kept goin' on
I ain't come with no Simpsons schemes
I really spark wit' it
It's very fuckin' simple, either he home or
(Homer) or Bart get it
Why in his right mind would he
Be playin' wit' the locsta?
At the funeral like I give a fuck
Shades wit' the loafers
Nigga, pull a gun on me
Ain't no stayin' in the culture
I would've smacked Ace with the Deuce
Like Spades with the jokers
I rumbled in the hell hole with the God tier
You prolly been to Manhattan but you
Ain't never seen Time Square
Squat out in front his crib cause
Some bitch said John there
I see a light come on
Machine cuttin' through the lawn
Like John Deere
Man, speakin' of Time Square
A GOAT you are not at all i've been since 20
21, they only here to see
If I'ma drop the ball all bets is off
That's a rule when we spittin' bro
Beef wit' 'em
Then eat wit' 'em? That's not an
Op' that's a friend bro
I mean, if I was Amin
I would've been bangin' out the window
You'd rather let Ace vent "you're a
(Ventura) bitch" I really would've been
Hangin' out a window
These niggas rap like they
Ain't wrapped tight, i really mean it
Aye Ace, who walked up to you with
That gun in real life and said
"You got it if you need it" but he a bitch
But he's a bitch, but he's a bitch
I would've killed you
You must've got that nigga rattled
Any time I offer to help with
Rounds, it's to win a war, not a battle
My ex keeps callin' my phone
Playin' Bill Collector games
That bitch fake but youboy you faker
Than Bill Collector Bill Collector chain
I don't appreciate your deep threats
I'm not affected by this cinnamon
Beard and deep threats
Description: light skin black male
(blackmail) we keep TECs (texts)
Boy, I'll pop up in his neighborhood
Out the blue like T-Rex and if it ain't $40
000 or better than it's fuck haters
Iron Solomon, Math, John John
A bunch of nut chasers
Smack, don't call my fuckin' phone
For nothin' but paper 3-0!