Big T (Battle Rapper) - Tsu Surf vs Big T lyrics

[Round 1: Tsu Surf] Now why in the f** would I come all the way to Detroit to tell fat jokes when I can talk about sh** that's not funny? Like, it's gonna look like a cow got smacked by a train if you running that block from me I just start to go noodles when the cause is the beef You soft, I can see the chicken all in your teeth Moms crying, I see Olive Garden all in the street Cause if it ain't about that green light salad you'll get the biscuit with the shells, boy, this all you can eat They say that boy Tsu Surf cold But all he talking about is hooping That's cause I usually catch fire when that crowd start rooting I'll pull that Coach K and let that chopper start Duke'ing And leave so many holes out there they wouldn't know whether to lock me up for pimping or shooting Smack gonna have to call the Navy or the SWAT When I come through at least about 80 getting dropped Take his baby up the cliff, it look crazy from the top I bet you I ain't gotta be Beyonce to drop a baby from the rock Everyday in my hood I bang, I'm a nice worker I'll Kenneth Cole three piece bow tie nice shirt ya Choir in the pulpit, mama in the front row, white hearse ya With a clip about this long, and it flip both ways like vice versa I know I get a little complicated when I spit for you n***as But pay attention, this is as slow as I'ma get for you n***as What you about, 300 pounds solid? Boy, I bet you weak Oh, you feel disrespected? Well, I suggest you be I'll throw his a** in the trunk just to let you see That you ain't gotta know your alphabet to find T in a SUV I ain't even gonna front, I watched you vs Hollow seven times And the first bag wasn't even the worst bag It resembled that shirt tag: an L seven times I mean you came out swinging, but you need to do more of it Plus the filler in your schemes lack substance Senior prom; your lines too long to the punches Let me give you some advice: Drink some bleach, slit your wrists and eat an AIDS needle, then hopefully you'll see life on a newer side And get it through that fat f**ing skull that you got a better chance k**ing yourself than pushing Tsu aside I see that n***a that attempted to murder your a** wasn't trying to grill nothing. Well, try look into the eyes of a n***a that's trying to k** something We make n***as disappear like that Triangle out in Bermuda They can't find his body, but they know that I'm the shooter I say cut my sentence in half and I'll spread a little rumor. Deal, well you can look in Oklahoma if you wanna find him sooner You ain't hawking n***as down Hopping out to let that heater spray… bagel thighs. And from the looks of things your first piece of p**y was DNA If that was me that would've caught you in that car down in all black, quarter sized holes in the door, shattered gla**, flats Potato the 44 for the sound and let it clap Them mad rounds left ketchup and hash browns on his lap Let me tell you how I know we be moving on a separate thought Cause when its beef y'all chicken be telling the pork I told the prosecutor let me get a veggie burger and a rice cake I told the homies I want his mother and his father They brought me back two heads in a box, like a Skype date Tsu Surf loses to Big Tasha… I think not And since you heavy you gonna get the same box D got We can make it whatever you wanna make it Lets start a riot, n***a I'll wait till the moment of silence at your grandmother's wake Then scream "Quiet, n***a!"… Jersey [Round 1: Big T] Ayo, Surf… How come none of them n***as in them blogs come with you? You showed up, showed heart But we now about to see if we got some with you n***a, it'd been smart cause you brought guns with you But we ain't have to see your arsenal to know you ain't had that shotgun with you Ain't this Tsu? I'ma put T in the ground like a golf course First off, that hand on your hip sh** uncalled for Well, I'ma put T in a bag like Lipton Aight, let me help this n***a out right cause this n***a tripping See, if I was you I'd say if he talk anymore sh** then I'ma put T in a bag… I bet he won't give me any lip then Which reminds me, he battled X Factor he said he'll "have the K silent like knee". n***a, I battled Hitman I said he'll "be like H in the middle of nowhere" – this n***a wanna be just like me But I'ma show you how I do it, lets say I take a word like 'unit' And put you in it, now it's just you and I, T Which reminds me, some other sh** you do, Surf It's like when I really start to view Surf It's like none of this sh** new, Surf Its a whole bunch of Bluhhdduh dhut dhut—that ain't you, Surf Lock pick his door—that's mine too, Surf Remember, you're going against Mr. Chulockaboo, Surf You know how much my Chulockaboo's worth? Oooh, I should sue Surf Truth hurt. And you know I think nothing's scary? Cause you let Bill Collector say "f** Tookie" and he came back to Newark and wasn't worried n***a I'm from Chicago I ain't GD but if a n***a would've said "f** Larry" Then the next day you might've found a motherf**er buried n***a, how you gonna let a n***a be disrespectful to Tookie? You stepping against a vet, you took disrespect from a rookie Ars, Surf and Red *sniff* them n***as is p**y These n***as from Jersey sure b**hes; Jenny Sammi & Snooki Whoopie, I flew to Newark What happened to all these Jersey wars? Bright sands, Jersey floors, that sh** look like Jersey Shore But I heard before when I was hitting your thick who*es She told me that your sh** was like this short She say mine's like... six floors So it makes since why she rather ride mines rather then yours Cause your name's Surf, every time she rides she gets bored They say I'm scared of Surf, I say Surf who? They say Tsu Surf, I say Surf cool What it do, Surf? Cause Surf get you for what you worth Because Surf sue me verse Tsu I will murk Tsu and rehearse Tsu, no rehearsal, I will hurt Tsu But it hurts to know that I won't be the first to First Tsu had two battles in a basement, nobody saw it Ill: body bag. DNA: body bag. He was no longer wanted Edged K shine, but X beat you. So your record like CD's with no features; other than you, ain't no body on it If you see a sign that say I won't shoot cause police here, ignore it, people. If anybody that came with Surf and they still breathing, enjoy it, people You would think I was smuggling immigrants in across the border, people, the way I load up, sneak past security and dump the four in people If we warring people, I'll run up blazing cans Pants in your lugs boots You like the Southwest shuffle; I'ma make him dance Lift my arm like I'm trying to to raise his hand Blaze his gut, hit him till something something came up Like he had a change of plans I'm the man here You won't make it where I'm from, I'm in demand here You keep playin' here You can stand here but see if you layin' here If I start a fire, I'll make you camp here If you don't wanna get it with these hollows then you better learn like the movie Hollow Man and stand clear Or I'll let the drama pop, llama pop till my arm is hot His mom, his pops, everyone in the way of harm gets shot And not finna charge or stop Till I clear everyone from the parking lot And leave the scene here clean cut, like a barber shop, Quiet [Round 2: Tsu Surf] Here the f** we go again I like mozzarella sticks and nachos too It's hot swooohhh, but I'm hungry like ohh ahh ohh Smack, this round ain't done yet, boy? Hwoooo I'm so heavy, if I have a stroke I'll need a pair of medics... Two But why would I come to Detroit to tell fat jokes When I could clap folks, largest to smallest Or let the little homies handle the scramble Discovery channel; 60 hyennas versus a walrus I use the 8, those tools get baked You'll lose some weight when I'm dumping slugs See, the medics gonna gurney in Sherman Clump But your mother gonna wheel out Buddy Love I brought an apron in case it get ugly I'm trying to cow beef fry something Yeah, I'ma cool n***a so I'ma be cool, but try something Whole hood screaming and all, it was about 5 something They said Surf left T hanging from a line Like he was trying to dry something How I get here? If that b**h wasn't dead I tell you ask yo sister I want mines, I dump 9s, and them pockets like a blizter Only two things could happen if one of these hit ya Eeither Surf's gonna leave like Mayweather Or T's gonna leave like Victor And when it come to ya moms, I don't care how that date'll go If she s**ing, that 8'll blow. I pulled a chicken so it ain't trickin' just cause I pay for that fillet she owe I could take ya'll to English cla** without a GED I aim at T with that AR, y'all know what he gon' G-E-T You gonna see a SK trying to be tough off that E, T No, listen, you gonna see a SK trying to be tough off that E, T If you can spell you'll do well cause everything I tell real And with that K I rip T up the middle Cause you need to L's to spell 'k**' I battled DNA, X Factor, K Shine, Yung Ill… And you supposed to be the cause of my d**h, T? Ha ha, you a mess, T I know one thing, you getting more than juice if these birds come out this nest, T I was raised by real goons So all that sh** you talking is irrelevant In the streets you gotta pay like you weigh So you owe 344,000 and 7 cent People pray, reverend gotta find a home for this guy Like a lost call service he can roam in the sky He gotta go he gotta go, no emotions shown for the guy Actually I was at the dealership looking for a Charger Like my phone finna die And we was f**ing with his wifey, but the b**h all brain dead She just wanna s** dick and listen to Weezy We call the b**h Wayne head You get pains in your chest when you blink You sweat when you think It's only the second round, and I bet you you stink What female would wanna put her face between these knees? That frictions could only give off a Ranch dressing smell or cream cheese… bagel thighs My Chicago b**h said he's from the southside of some place I'm like, "Where's that?" It don't even matter, just take me to where them Bears at Y'all gonna see T walking with his head down and hear SNAP Left a jelly bean trail to a bear trap… Jersey [Round 2: Big T] Surf, let me ask you again, like what that blogging about? He like what I said that Big Terrance sh** I was embarra**ed he tried to dog me out The n***a wasn't at the crib So guess what, I went to the n***a mama house Like I needed help with my homework Cause I'm tryna figure these problems out I see Surf and Ars in front of the crib, I hopped out Act like I was gonna dap 'em Open my hand smack him, now he knocked out Grab Arsonal by the dreads Shots going through his head till they popped out Now the NBA ain't the only one with the lockout Hop out, his man know I'm in front of his crib… hi, hater f** him, I ain't gonna keep playing with this p**y; vibrator Cause with this lightsaber I'll lift him where he standing in the air, like a skyscraper With that K waving in front of his crib, like a polite neighbor Why wa*kstas wanna do research in Chicago to see if Big T a** a clown? On some b**h sh**, that's when I get mad and switch sh** like *Chick* *click* – ask it now Barrel to his mouth, let the Magnum bloaw For thinking it's that I'll let him speak to this gat Now that's how you could ask around He always saying how he run into n***as cribs, but I got cameras everywhere so I was waiting I see a Micheal Myers jumper, mask off of Jason Lock pick my door *errgghh* *chick* stick your face in Head shot knocked the n***a brains to the basement I put the basement in the attic, attic into the basement Bullets ricocheting off of cabinets, switching all the paintings Changing all of the stations, switching all of the vases Terminator 1 role; knock the baby out the play pen What I'm saying is, whatever you wanna do, pop That's gonna get Ars scarred J get brought in it, bring Shotgun and get Suge shot I work with the tools and let the hammers go Like I'm finna leave wood shop I'll have more people watch this crowd Surf in the audience than Woodstock Since you would not know what pain is I'ma send him down the lane of it That unstoppable train that Densel Washington movie played in, push Surf up in the way of it Ahh, the sh** get meaner. I wish a hurricane big as Irene and Katrina hit Jersey and have Surf surf the waves of it I could be a ba*tard, wait till somebody pa**es, take they ashes, LeBron James the remains of it But I'd rather dig up your whole family group, whoever died, make bone marrow soup and make Surf eat every scrape of it Say f** it, I'ma style on him You see T you see a bottle or two, Ciroc or the Goose A model or two popping they cooch Slobbing the crew, blew everything harmonic flute Bloop come off of the roof, 2Pac up in Juice Bring drama to Tsu, Osama Saddam to Tsu Shot up at you, hit your Yamaka too, your Hanukkah suit I brought my sh** too, bahbahsh**oo jahlawkadah Keep trying you'll be in a D line; I'll Ndamukong Suh When I gotta for you I got Spanish cats that scream "Domo!" when they fire n***a, I'll shoot at your clock till both y'all expire Shotgun the shooter and the driver? Both you n***as liars You just a f*g carrying Shotgun; you Omar in The Wire So how he say he put on Jersey? Let me make this scheme Joe Buddens and Redman don't f** with you And they make the cream Low key you hate on Ars Suge and Red You just don't make the scene So how could a n***a put on Jersey that ain't make the team? [Round 3: Tsu Surf] I don't know anybody from Chicago So you can't tell me about my "team" And them pants is still the only place you can get Ranch dressing without wings Ok, so now Surf ain't in the street And Twitter is where you see him That's cause big homies got little homies that'll take that n***a off that timeline like a DM Ok, so now Surf don't come through the block And let it rock when he street sweep That's cause big homies got little homies that lay that MAC round and bring it back 'round, like a re-tweet Surf ain't bout that street sh**, Surf wouldn't send nothing That's cause big homies got little homies that walk around with pounds like they trying to trend something What you say, 100,000 tweets? That's why b**hes swallow me, n***a In the moral of this, Aye Verb, follow me, n***a Now back to the story, wait wait wait wait wait… Why not come to Chicago to tell fat jokes? I'm in another state Plus you got your grandmother shoulders, your step father complexion and your mother face When you told DNA he was ugly and soft Ha ha ha, you the man, scrap But somebody tell this man that he ugly and fat And it's still a damn fact about any chance that can clap Chicago D's find T in the middle of SL, like where the Rams at I see haters still hating, I see Hitman still talking I see that n***a that try to sit you down for life, still walking Where I'm from, that ain't how we handle our obstacles Add up all the homies Divide them into parts of the city, then subtract all possibles Jail, I been there. Ratchets, I clap those Made whole families congregate in black clothes But Smack pa**ed you the chance to battle Hollow And you dropped it, dude If that was Surf vs Nigel, bullets get sprayed, Glocks get used TECs that sound like long horns; he get chopped and screwed And if I gotta ride or something all black disguise or something Timbos, cargos, mask with a 9 or something You gonna need God, hiding tips from Saddam or something Troy Davis; that boy gonna die for nothing You catching more then beats if these subs get to woffing, T Whole packs of Sheriffs, blood hounds have to look for T Look at me, moral at the end of that book'll be All I need is half this clip to push a T Your whole team a**, I'ma let it ride though Matt Forte; you the only n***a ballin' in Chicago I can't say take me to your leader cause this is the boss Scissor toss, bullets cross the middle, I pray he pick it off I'm from a city of loud guns and soft words Sawed-offs and Mossbergs It's battle rap, but outside T get in that box if we cross words My psychologist tried to tell me I'm two quarters Mike Myers and half of Satan Cause I copped the 44 long with infrared and navigation I'll flick a bu*ton and that gat'll bang and it stop He drop, then give him more like I'm elaborating I hate everything you think you is, so let's get more on topic I'll hit you so f**ing hard You won't feel a scratch when it's on a popping Smack paid me racks to chalk his head when that 4 be popping. Long bang from long range; 8 ball corner pocket Formulate this message You a Ray Jay fan and a Aye Verb lover The toughest n***a in the Midwest is still Aye Verb mother I'll hit him in both legs and let him crawl to a slow stop Then call 911 and chop the ambulance before they make it to Beaumont… Jersey [Round 3: Big T] My setups be like, if I see Surf in a club deep I was sipping my drink he bumped me and kept f**ing rolling I start to look around like Big T just let Surf come and hoe him So I chilled and waited til you finna leave, put the gun by his temple, squeeze, now that's how the f** you show him Now he dying in the street, left his eyes by his feet, now maybe next time you can watch where the f** you going That's how I be on him, but the sh** that come outta dude mouth, he say sh** like "I'ma make a n***a yell dang when I hit him with that Luau" Now what type of n***a you know get shot and says dang He must got a Glock when it pop it's a flag that says bang Big Terrance, ain't it a motherf**ing shame? Cause it seems like every time Surf about to get behind bars he like to give out the other n***a's name If I refrain, K Shine said Surf was a snitch, I'm like don't accuse that. So what if he did a couple months for a mandatory three year sentence, right? We can't prove that But in his Thisis50 interview he said he did less than two years for two straps, so thats a mandatory six turned into two flat Now Surf... how you do that? They said dude rat, like how did you make make him squeal They said Southwest shuffle n***as I'm like, they made up a dance for real They call him Southwest Shuffle not because they'll k** But because when police put they cards on the table they get it cut, now they ready to make a deal Yeah, since he always trying surf water n***a I'ma initally take you south across the border n***a Yeah, he OK; Oklahoma, n***a Boy, you sweet like the peaches up in Georgia, n***a So give ATL N-O; New Orleans, n***a Cause Surf gonna be MIA after I floor da n***a If I order, n***a, you owe me dough You better pay for it or you'll pay for it Cause when I slide through and I ride through it's too late for it Like a toll booth, you don't have the right amount when you pay for it, I'll roll up, stick these arms out this window and get you change for it And I ain't going, I'm deaded, I'm dead to this n***a house He a b**h and I feel disrespected So I'm tellin himg to get out with these weapons Telling him to get out cause these TECs are like GPS; once I address it I'm getting lead to this n***a house Like, where my money Surf? He like, I ain't got your sh** I say n***a what, he like well you know T, I got robbed and sh** I say n***a what, I'm not convinced and I dont give a f** I step back, blip blip, I let two hit him up, you'll think I gave him a compliment the way it raised his spirits up I'm sick as f**, I'll make your mother and sister kiss each other. Break they spine and collar bone soon as they press against each other Your little brother mad, come bit me, I kick the f**er Grab his neck, twist the f**er, like f** Surf, get your brother Surf mad, ran up on me all fast, I let him pa**, tripped the f**er. Grabbed a snack, his collar bone smashed when they pressed against each other Now he like Keenan Ivory Wayans cause I'm Gonna Get You s**a… Nah, that was wack It's cause I put most his family up in a cast, like In Living Color Lord, my brother I remember when he first put me on Surf and sh** I was looking like I must admit This old motherf**er Surf can spit They say he 22, I'm unconvinced, I was thinking at least 136 n***a, I understand you repping Dirty Jers' and sh** But does that mean you always have to wear dirty sh** They said he gonna be fly today, I said good luck n***a cause every time I'm out of state what he have on be out of date like it's been stood up What do y'all like in Surf? I don't see it. Like maybe it's the way he rhyme or something, he just screaming Like maybe I'm just sleeping on Surf, I wasn't thinking He spit another rap out, I snap out, I wasn't thinking I swear, I didn't even need two, I one pieced him Close his mouth, choked him out, he wasn't breathing Like say what's on your mind, Surf, I up squeezed him Blow his brains out, now y'all can see he wasn't thinking You crazy guy, even if Jack Thriller look at me funny through that lazy eye I'll have him clear stabilized where the doctor have him, can't revive Boy, you better hope God is a graceful guy or Caeser died, you sanctified or ain't alive before you permanently tranquilized You get hit from that MAC sound like a train collide He nuts, he go insane inside, and that's not even my crazy side Leave his legs by the roses, his head by the daisy side And get rid of all the witnesses Cause I ain't trying to spend a day inside