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[round 1: rum nitty]
i’m glad they finally freed the wave!
‘cause that’s a place i don’t wanna see no n-gga be
jail ain’t for n0body!
i even say “free the opps”
that’s ‘cause we the penalty!
he gon’ get up here cryin’
tellin’ out his jail stories so dramatic
mixed in with sports bars, reaches…bodies he never caught…
this won’t be cl-ssic
i know your tactics
studied your game tapes
went over all your old steps (euro steps) like gin0bili practice
you can’t teach me a lesson ‘bout the b’s and the c’s
‘cause i’m from that
and you’ll get banged on, you talk that gang sh-t to me
whole team gon’ blow
.38, and this tre the truth…you don’t want zero smoke!
they called, said i had you, you knew i flipped
gave myself a fat pat on the back like, “this n-gga done screwed up! -cl!ck!-”
on a serious tip, a n-gga get clipped
tempt me then, and see how many men this 50 stick pick
or i knock your t–th out, you get hit with this b-tch…
they gon’ have to bring tsu veneers back
you gon’ remember this sh-t!
i don’t think him survive
‘cause if we catch wreck, you’ll see the tom and a mask (tom in a mask)…like vanilla sky!
the homies from the 60’s die!
i get to takin’ n-ggas out from neighborhood like it’s gentrified!
i don’t know if you snitched, told, or wrote a statement
but we ain’t gon’ bring up the d…’cause real n-ggas don’t speak of open cases
go ‘head, amp him up
let all that gas get blown
i’ll have him leakin’
it’d be too much to intake…your man’ll fold!
i holla, “welcome home, surf!”…pull some big sh-t…
and f-ck up the return…like a squib kick!
i’ll line you up
try me, i’ll fire once
body him
now surf on the can…it’s a hawaiian punch!
try your luck
n-gga, i said, they’ll get ya-
i- uh, hawaiian punch-
i f-cked that part up, hold on…
i’ll spin the block
them n-ggas dashed off runnin’
i’ll pull up slow, loud and bangin’
this sh-t’ll knock a slab off somethin’!
and calicoe spazzed and was punkin’ you
but if you was real, tsunami, you coulda started by puttin’ that landslide under you
f-ck you wanna do?
even speakin’ in codes, you gon’ die, boy
get a gin0bili from a j.r. smith shot
that’s a bald head out the high point
he might tote it
but it’s fo’ show, he won’t blow it
he actin’ gutta, but tsu a clown on the inside, and y’all know it…
f-ck, i gotta put it in subt-tles for y’all to get the line?
acting, gutter, sewer, clown on the inside…that’s pennywise!
you be bossin’ tay around!
you gotta stop! that n-gga grown!
you used to havin’ roc in yo’ pockets…
i used to have a pocket full of stones!
we different!
my n-ggas go and handle the smoke
‘cause we really be on that
no cap: the team’s salary low
get clapped up!
saw the barrel short, it got a half-front
split the pole, now the sweeper a foot like i got bad luck
you was really gon’ knock out shine?
well, you down for ya team, i see
well, he shoulda jumped off…for me smokin’ roc like lean on me!
peep! i run a blade through his pupil!
houston! i really did his eye like that
hold up…houston, “i like that”…
yeah, i did his eye like that!
don’t die! fight back!
aye, how many of y’all posted #freethewave or #freesurf?
i know i really did
and he came back…to face bars…
now i gotta post the sh-t again!
b-tch, you know you prob’ly squealin’ yourself
don’t push tsu aside
let me do the job…and k!ll him myself

[round 1: tsu surf, the crowd, & rum nitty]
first thing i hear when i touch down is, “surf, the midwest groovin’!”
“such-and-such nice, what’s-his-name doin’ his numbers, and i don’t see the midwest losin’”
well, i could think of a-
few verbs for the n-ggas that think they ill
i come through the midwest cruisin’
x all factors, hit all men tryna holla…
what was the outcome of your last battle? 2-1?
(-claps-) john john almost caught a body
i just came home from a attempt
real-life battles, really almost caught a body
“spend less and profit more”
that’s how they market y’all goons
trunk like a witches-only parking lot: that mean all brooms
imagine a german shepherd gettin’ hit with a harpoon
i’m harry potter: i got way too much magic for your small rooms
nice to meet you, i heard you crippin’
i gotta question if you real right
that tool belt heavy, them hammers and them drills light
robbed me of my innocence when they made me go and steal life
you can have debatable battles…when you 30 n-ggas in real life!
it’s mothaf-ckas like you that make me feel c-cky
errybody fight back
so? still body!
smack said, “welcome home, shon! do him real sloppy!”
switchblade…stick somethin’ into rum like bill cosby!
aye, roooooc!
you battle pg’s, so you pg
had to get solidified on the proving ground
i be so high up, battlin’ n-ggas like you is how i prove it’s ground
it’s easy to put in-
it’s easy to put in-
chill!
it’s easy to put in work on this stage
them air guns be excitin’
anybody could let off these type of rounds, ‘cause they don’t come wit’ indictments
afrikan bam- chill
i been there! i been there!
afrikan bambaataa…
bah! bye-ya!
playin’ wit’ the drum
f you and who you with
aimin’ it for fun
hit the door, hit his coat, hit his vest…bang him in the lungs
i had a shooting in broad day
my hood ain’t broadway: they caught me raisin’ in the sun
you know like i know, this the battle of ya life
i had them surgeons pickin’ through rounds
i don’t give a f-ck about battle of the night!
and gotta st-tch him wit’ precision
i hit him, his organs came up
doctors said, “i don’t think he gon’ make it…somethin’ important came up”
you’ll get put in a box wit’ them pieces: board games
said i repented ‘bout the bodies before the lord came
more game, found ‘em in the couch like store change
heckler kick combo like hwoarang!
if i get this tec in, too- nah, chill
i’mma get this bum in a box, i’m thinkin’ cardboard
i am your father, but this nothin’ like star wars
yo, the 9 spark ya, splat him like a flyswatter
i k!ll you and the kin
i turn families into sky walkers
i can’t find you – where ya girl at?
i can’t find you, catch your b-tch, aim at her top
scope sound like, “choo-baka!”
your princess’ll lay in a box!
you might’ve seen plenty, but you’ve never seen me get 3-0’d
ordered paper for a gun, paper for -ssault
if i catch this body, i’mma have to see three p.o.’s
c’mere!
f-ck is you talm’bout?
you checkin’ who?
‘member what i said about that tec in, too?
catch your boo, tomato paste your baby face: vegetable
dot him: decimal
you nuts tryna test a cool
walk through a metal detector with somethin’ undetectable
long arm: mr. incredible
unprofessional
somethin’ big enough to stop sh-t like, “wait…this is unacceptable!”
big rounds, ferris wheel
boy, i’ll start a festival
did wrong for so long, they couldn’t correct me in that correctional
through the door-
aye, roc!
through the door, hit the baby, hit the sectional
arm over there: “how that happen? he look flexible”
ring at his leg: boy, ain’t n0body textin’ you
lift him, a different type of high: this a edible
drawn on his face: hmmm, wasn’t legible
biohazard vers’ a bis-xual
.40 i named “pterodactyl”, i threw him terrible
how you checkin’ me, lil’ n-gga, when i’m checkin’ you?
don’t hold him back, let him through
weapon 1, weapon 2
steppin’ through
llama l!ckin’ out the hand like a petting zoo
you don’t know what’s in store
no, really – you don’t know what’s in store
i’m in neiman’s wit’ them sacks (saks)
smack be sendin’ plenty
enough m out to give four men mills (foreman mills)
they give n-ggas like you and jc pennies (jc penney’s)!
no bracelet…thank god!
that foot lock’ll (foot locker) make you wanna cut it wit’ a knife
i pay less, but bring more
i may see (macy’s) somethin’ that i like
like that new hk, a felon wit’ a gun
clip hold the same thing, forever…21!
your sh-t – i’mma wrap it up
your sh-t filled wit’ filler, filler, bar, filler, bar
fake guns and lead rounds
word to my mama st-tches, different type of thread, clown
movin’ your hands all crazy, breakin’ what you said down
all my bars goodz wit’ jimz
i could just throw a punch and put my head down!
jersey!

[round 2: rum nitty & tsu surf]
aye!
whatever happened to the dirty, dingy, sweaty, skinny, v-neck-wearin’ surf?
big up to smack
he used to cook n-ggas!
you got hollywood and lost yo’ step, saw your foot slippin’
100,000 followers and a verification check, and you start bullsh-ttin’
you started with a loaded lux co-sign, too
but you ain’t have no work ethic to back the sh-t
and most of the n-ggas they matched him with, is p-ssin’ him
if this ain’t accurate, why verb get mook?
why tay roc the face of url when they ain’t pick you?
how you got the most f-ckin’ sports bars in battle rap, and espn ain’t hit you!?
i was locked up
so was shine
i was in jail
this b-tch through!
so f-ck if he seasoned, he gettin’ cooked now!
and for y’all n-ggas thinkin’ tsu mo’ rounded, i had to put my foot down!
now reverse it
lift up, give tsu mo’ rounds
they gon’ push you out the circle
n-gga, duck yo’ mothaf-ckin’ head, or get popped at
but it’s a stick hangin’ out the mill’ (meal)
let’s see if you could bob (kebab) that!
he drop flat
you not a big problem
you micro, wave: this tec-9’ll stop that!
i pop the trunk
if this don’t go cool, f-ck it
dome shot, and send tsu bean gettin’ popped
you think he gon’ recover? f-ck you!
touch my hat like you roc, i’ll get you lined up
go ‘head, pull that tay bull
it’d be a wrap for 60’s…fight klub!
i light some, like we prometh sippin’
‘cause it’s no act
i walk with the pole up, and empty out the tec in him
that’s me bein’ lenient, leanin’ him
after the mill’, point one in his mouth like bulimia
blaow!
what y’all see in him?
he be up here screamin’ and screechin’
and y’all gas that high-pitched voice…like helium!
i remember eric beatin’ him
he did you greasy, a mean bag
crazy, ‘cause you gone to war with n-ggas…
but you still couldn’t eat e: i mean that!
we bring all kinda smoke!
like, look, i rap ill, but we be on the ave still, with the iron low
hold up, hold up, i got one
aye, remember in boyz n the hood, when rickey got the scratch-off?
they split up, he got hit in the back with a shotgun?
that’s a subt-tle, ‘cause you should get scratched off for splittin’ up, and you turnin’ your back on shotgun!
we still squeezin’!
silencer, you can barely hear nina
9 wit’ a ‘tato (tadoe) on it: i k!ll people!
aye, you keepin’ talkin’ ‘bout your .40
in every line, you hype it
well, this a draco, homie
i’ll take this over yo’ (ovo) .40…and have you dyin’ like him!
see a n-gga from your team and slide him
watch how i tune him up on the spot if i see a t-tle
we don’t play ‘round!
keep k’s now
and on sight, it’s goin’ down, load it, and do the wave foul!
hit his back when i clapped it
it go through his spinal
now it’s a hole in the t-tle: i got champion status!
what’s happenin’?
get pressed for real
a whole n-gga get revealed
had the whole neighborhood showin’ they true colors, like pleasantville
we not close!
watch as i out-rap the jersey n-gga: toronto!
the glock old
and i done been through obstacles with this sh-t, tsu: it’s a dog show
whole team get slumped
i ain’t tryna wrestle, i rest tsu
and the rest’ll go to sleep soon as i see ‘em, punk!
and i get paid less!? is you kiddin’ me!?
well, nitty need more dead presidents after the wave…that’s kennedy!
b-tch!
and you know you prob’ly squealin’ yourself
don’t push tsu aside
let me do the job…and k!ll him myself
b-tch!

[round 2: tsu surf]
yo, yo, yo, yo
(-clears throat-)
yeah, one more’ll get you outta here
that dragon ball z and that dog sh-t was hard
um, let’s rap a li’l bit
it’s gon’ be a long night
be prepared, you better stretch
young boys wit’ good 9s and better tecs
need a helmet, get a vest
i would get up, but better yet, make a call
i handle mine sittin’ down like professor x
that’s a bunch of-
it’s different, it’s different
that’s a bunch of goons
i don’t care if your team play
airin’ when i see you: no green bay
machines spray
two desert eagles, i fire bird sh-t…jean grey
it be metal flyin’ from the hands ‘til they scarred from the clutchin’
why gamble with gambit?
it’s just a different type of fire on the card when i touch it
i gotta keep a heater
the buckle hot, we muzzle glocks
long-range bang, a couple blocks
a couple shot
couple n-ggas, couple drop
see a mu’f-cker shot
he fell when it hit him…
don’t know if i hit his jug or not (juggernaut)!
i don’t say i take lives, that’s god job
i’m a life-caller
oh, you crip, right?
well, bullets pop out the blue like nightcrawler!
if he say anything sl!ck, we goin’ in his mouth
for that ice, man, would you believe we stormed in his house?
two total different levels! it’s nothin’ he could do with me!
you heard iceman, storm, but you probably missed jubilee
these thoughts be f-ckin’ with my head
this sh-t don’t be real
like, y’all know how a white person be talkin’ to a pet and say, “heel”?
cool! well, peep how i do the thing
a mean dog with no owner: i heal myself like wolverine
i mean, i ain’t-
what you say? what was-?
it was dragon ball z?
i ain’t even really a cartoon n-gga!
i’m just a pleaser
what you say? dragon ball z?
if i was a dragon ball fan, i would say this cat could ride (kakarot) in one of my trunks, or the freezer (frieza)
as far as these hammer goes, even my grandma knows
either he got a mean plug, or the grand theft hammer cold
pull up on his block trippin’
all red, santa claus
21 leavin’ the ratchet: it ain’t amber rose
yoshimitsu, big blade, long scar
it’d be like nana died: they all scarred
offense the best defense, that’s what i call guard
don’t be a moron
i pull that bulldog if nit come p–p in the wrong yard
i have my mans cut ya for a couple bands, brother
word to the grandmothers
surgeries, autopsies, open sh-t
i have tay st-tch him
stand over roc and cheer while he’s sewin’ nit
what else he say?
he said dragon ball z and he said dogs
dogs…
who said he was the gun bar king?
please! roc wilder (rottweiler)!
i mean, your career ain’t stagnant, you pulled off
but gun bar king?
stop with the bull, dog!
last time he was in new york, he (yorkie) lost
n-gga, please!
i’m in the house with the k, a 9, and both his sister’s daughters
n-gga, pick a niece (pekingnese)!
what’s in my palm’ll rain (pomeranian)
you hear the reaper callin’ the n-gga
they gon’ say, “oh, sh-t…tsu (shih tzu) was really d-gg-n’ that n-gga”
jersey
that’s 2-zip
i won?
oh, alright, i won
alright, we outta here
we goin’ home
aye, smack, book me up, smack
we out here
i did my job, we out
thank you for coming, though

[round 3: rum nitty & the crowd]
aye, this ain’t the first time us meetin’, not really
‘cause, come to think about it, roc battled me wit’ yo’ style
so, in a sense, i beat you already
police–ss n-gga, he be runnin’ with the pork
just like when he f-ck up on a line, and say, “jersey”, he know how to cut a sentence short!
against john, i shot myself in the foot, i admit
but it’s cool ‘cause a don is the reason i gotta push for this win
i’m knockin’ out lights if y’all test me
i’ll shock a jersey n-gga, leave him lyin’ all messy
you ain’t actually bangin’
you p-ssy! get clapped for fakin’!
so when machines come out, it’s for all that fabrication
i’ll really clap you!
headshot, and we can see in his face…like a nitty battle!
this hot iron lay all y’all flat
you don’t wanna tangle
just relax, ‘cause you goin’ straight into a coma nap
unload out the strap
they playin’ games until i black
opps’ll get ghost after that
black 9!
make you think the world ain’t round, n-gga
ask why!
why?
‘cause i’ll let her rise, then you’ll see a flatline!
i ain’t gotta lie to kick it, the sh-t natural
and i don’t think tsu organic, like hoffa did it
some of the raps you got is decent
but the stretches k!llin’ me
(-rum’s mic messes up-)
y’all can hear me?
yeah!
aye, some of the raps you got is decent
but the stretches k!llin’ me
you like lady liberty: the one stat you got is reachin’
and you and suge beefin’ over goofy sh-t
whole team pushin’ jersey backwards: the st. lunatics!
you pull the b-tch type of move!
i talk that sh-t ‘cause i’m ent-tled to…and i end t-tles, too!
your chances slim
n-gga know he finna die
one .357 and a 9
who wanna go against the odds!?
it be a rough ride
it’s in my bloodline to keep a tool, lurkin’
air hoes, bring the tec with the swiss nose to where this fool surf is
i ain’t playin’ wit’ y’all
your whole clique bait
soon as the clip change, this ain’t what you thought!
i do not play with n-ggas!
in order for you to get outta these bars, you goin’ through some sh-t: shawshank redemption!
it’s nothin’ next after me
a 762 through your sternum will root c-n-l your chest cavity
and you got your name from rollerbladin’ on skates
is that a lie?
sawed-off, it’s a halfpipe: it put skaters in the sky!
whole side get to shootin’
four k’s
pick, tsu, ‘fore a clear shot high resolution
n-ggas talkin’ ‘til we up straps
i’ll put this b-tch in position, and you’ll act mo’ calmer, tsu: trust that
b-tch, you can’t keep it real yourself
n-gga, suicide, or i’ll do the job
you decide…(k!ll yourself!)

[round 3: tsu surf & rum nitty]
my homeboy said, “you gotta watch out for nitty, ‘cause he play-play”
boy, i almost gave my neighbor the ratchet like sheneneh
harden with the left, baby choppa i could helicop’
a razor from the corner
i ain’t lyin’, it’ll never stop
i’m from the pjs, i tuck her ‘cause this life come with heavy opps
i will pah-rum-pah-pum rum with a drum
no clint: a cappella box!
p-ss the blower
we caught bodies for 50 cash and over
i’ll be on this b-tch -ss: i swear to fashion nova!
you don’t know what i thought about
i’ll take him to that slaughterhouse
drag him, fingernails snappin’ on the pavement
big tigga: you just hear scratchin’ in the bas-m-nt!
big tigga: you just hear scratchin’ in the bas-m-nt-
aaahhhh…
i’m outta here, bruh
i’m good, i’m good
i went through my sh-t, you rap through your sh-t
i rapped through my sh-t, i f-cked up
rap, bro! rap, bro!
you told me this was a cl-ssic, bro
you owe me that
run it back, just run it back
my homeboy said, “you gotta watch on nitty, ‘cause he-”
nah, i ain’t about to go through that sh-t again
yeah, i’m good
i got it, i’m good
[-tsu and rum dap each other up and give each other a “good-game” hug-]
i didn’t mean to f-ck it up

- urltv

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