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urltv – tsu surf vs. 40 b.a.r.r.s. lyrics

[round 1: 40 b.a.r.r.s.]
i’m good? y’all can hear me, i’m good?
some people feel like my bars ain’t on the same level of plateaus that surf is
i mean, why?
my rhymes are deeper than the earth’s core and yours barely scratch the surface
you make the fans “ooh” when you move, tsu, ’cause your performance is spectacular
but there’s too many flaws in your bars when i pull apart your vernacular
lemme back it up
that battle with holla cost (holocaust) you respect i had for mad long
you ate off (adolf) a wack bar that the fans hyped, and that’s wrong
but i’ll switch it around in this b+tch
show you in here i’m mad strong
n+gga, you ass, and (anne) frank(ly), you can not see (n+z+) me wit’ the gas gone
that sh+t, that jump off onstage in this sh+t, it’s not allowed, surf
let’s be real + most these n+ggas only feel you in a crowd, surf
heard i couldn’t get the job done? well, let me bring you up to speed
my resume fire online: i’m a monster indeed
if we compare star powers, for the females, i’m the closest
but it’s disrespect and beggin’ me for s+x what he proposes
you can’t f+ck me! he’s leadin’ these people on and he knows this
and my patience is real light (israelite)
have me tryna split the wave like moses
holdin’ high a couple blades, wavin’ crazy like a helicopter
i swear you better pray the clinic’s near so you can tell a doctor
your energy made your enemies split your crown to your yellow chakra
and this piece of mine gon’ make him watch what he say: it’s a teleprompter!
you better talk wit’ more respect when i’m addressed, i need fluency
it’s the principle (princ+p+l)
you ain’t never been in my class like truancy
got the nerve to tell the world that we gon’ f+ck like it’s you and me?
well, i’ll gauge the situation
now you viewed under my scope like scrutiny
i’ll shoot if he ’bout that bread
man, which (manwich) way this gotta go?
you understand? somethin’ nasty in this can’ like sloppy joe
know that, i ride+ i tried
the right conditions gon’ put the wave in the air like high tide
this my time, this my sh+t, y’all watched me grow up to the top
and this the queen that they bought in this (botanist) b+tch, so 40 guardin’ (garden) her spot
the root of my problem, surf?
your peers have sown seeds about a situation
how you give dirt to the police and you like to soil reputations
i can’t beat around the bush + you a herb+ass n+gga for that
it kinda leaves me in shock…
how you can’t keep them two lips (tulips) closed, but still rose to the top
the amount of days he (daisy) spent locked up is not enough, but y’all hold him in the same light?
givin’ this n+gga flowers everyday
b+tch, i’d rather leave ’em on yo’ gravesite
you might get “been the street” law, but real n+ggas won’t fold
if sellin’ out was sellin’ records, tsu surf would go gold
we coulda had this locked in from the gate
he was on the fence wit’ the show sold
funny i was barely granted access to a n+gga wit’ no code
try foldin’ a b+tch ready to take your life, and cashin’ out later
of course your name got me a flyer offer + bro sure (brochure) about his paper
[tsu surf]
cute

[40 b.a.r.r.s.]
not as gangsta, though
save it, yo
that tough talk? save that
unless he did a 360, everything about the wave cap
you catch charges? you skip them!
crimestoppers? you tip them!
how the f+ck you tellin’ n+ggas you a k!lla!? you a victim!
n+gga shoot you, ain’t do sh+t
we all know that tsu b+tch
ooh sh+t, everybody rides on the wave like a cruise ship
move, b+tch!
i can’t dance around the fact that he a fraud
if c involved, i’ll snap on anybody like a leotard
he a broad, that mean he really b+tch
i don’t think y’all understand me
us dyk+s like bumpin’ into p+ssies…so i ain’t wear no panties
b.a.r.r.s., b+tch

[round 1: tsu surf]
that’s funny…
how the f+ck a flower scheme arose about my status?
y’all gon’ make me do more bids
those won’t be no dandelions i send in
they k!llin’ you…or kids (orchids)
they said if queen of the ring was ultimate rap league, that you would be surf, but a girl
b+tch, you or norbes can’t be suin’ url
nice to meet you, carlisa + hi, carly
i’ll hear you screamin’ like a white b+tch if i poke out a eye, carly (icarly)
i ain’t have s+x since we signed the contract
i pride that, i don’t condone a cheater
i picture a hot curling iron in her p+ssy
you a screamer or a moaner (mona), lisa?
i’ll make the card crack
call me a b+tch, snitch, crab, or hardback, they all snap
i got n+ggas that’ll k!ll for a cashapp and a callback
or a qp+
i don’t gotta say it again + they’ll bring b.a.r.r.s. (bars) back
and if a bar miss for (mitzvah) any reason, we threw that party wit’ small…
b+tch, i heard you used to live in a shelter
i ain’t talkin’ down ’cause i been through some sick things
but if it’s static, b+rabbit: i’ll make a movie in that shelter wit’ these 16s
semi pop
in your designated area wit’ a mini+glock
before tsu a victim (evict ’em), n0body make it home, ‘less it’s in a box
what you gon’ say, i f+cked funeral?
she’ll beat yo’ ass
leave that there alone
i’m choosy + i don’t wanna make every wh0re moan (hormone) ’cause i made phara moan (pheromone)
f+ckin’ all them strap+ons, baby, you need some real wood
splinter in my hand, the draco handle made of real wood
this ain’t gon’ hurt a lot, but it ain’t gon’ feel good
miles davis: b+tch, you died makin’ jaz(z) look real good
i was gettin’ judged by the judge before url let you judge
you could learn a good lesson
40 birds or the tony from my bro if the transportation a good method
aye, babs, this ya homegirl?
i only ask ’cause you a standup bi+
b+tch, stand up straight!
i should crack the skull of yo’ sis (scoliosis)
they knew good and gotd+mn well we was gon’ smoke you b+tches
no pat summitt, they paid two times 10 to see (tennessee) me volunteer to coach you b+tches
what’s poppin’, 4′?
gettin’ ready for the battle thinkin’ of all the reasons i should pop a .4
pop the .4
car’ shot, you sayin’ i got shot before
heard your son was…
that’s what them kids need a papa for!
steel blast
i hate your face, but appreciate your real ass
who said “black don’t crack?” i’ll have 40 lookin’ real bad!
i don’t care if you a b+tch, b+tch! you a grown girl
my plan is to have 40 below: this a cold world
my thoughts be so gruesome, sometimes i hate my mind
sometimes i wanna…
sometimes i wanna take my time
i heard you like strap+ons…b+tch, you can taste my .9
you think 40’ll look like 40 if her face get ate (8) by .5!?
jersey
[40 b.a.r.r.s.]
(+40 fiddles with her clip+on mic+)
i was trying to hear you, but it’s hard to do that in the middle of…like…i can’t take it off, but+
are y’all good? am i straight?
you say it’s messin’ up the mic
these n+ggas have dr+
and this is my stone + these n+ggas have drip on ’em

[tsu surf]
this the move
this johnny deng cost they bills

[round 2: 40 b.a.r.r.s.]
right? how’s this little thing doin’ anything?

i wasn’t sure how to start my rounds off of this sh+t
i was kinda stressed
usually i throw them my slogans
yo, my intros be the best
but i’m gettin’ bored (board) wit’ this game
my name mentioned wit’ the less
queens vs. kings + which piece is more powerful?
lemme get this off my chest (chess)
queen of the ring’s makin’ history tonight and that’s major
and we all on the same page
we want boxes everywhere like graph paper
speculatin’ on what we facin’, they don’t consider the girls tough
no lie, our process different + you either leavin’ straightened out or curled up
babs made it official, put the call out, said she want these n+ggas’ heads
so we’ve (sew weave) bonded as a unit to ensure each one is dead
i got the heart, this hairstyle’s offic+
this hairstyle’s even shotta+ f+ck!
i got the heart, this hairstyle’s even hotter than a shotty blaze
and casey told me only thing on my head should be “body wave”
i came suited like a hazmat
your life flash if i blast that
bag back, two straps behind your ear: where yo’ mask at?
the fact that+
[tsu surf]
i like that
i like that, she’s turnin’ up

[40 b.a.r.r.s.]
the fact that you beatin’ me is highly unlikely
you picked the wrong b+tch to f+ck wit’ like mike p
they liked me in that cheetah sh+t+

[tsu surf]
crazy

[40 b.a.r.r.s.]
stop walkin’ up on me

[tsu surf]
i’mma walk up on you

[40 b.a.r.r.s.]
stop walkin’ up on me
they liked me in that cheetah sh+t
they say it’s purr+fect when i pose for pictures
and i ain’t lyin’ (lion) + the way this jaguar write be exposin’ n+ggas
i’ll show these n+ggas, how to watch out for the wave ’cause it could drown you
’cause true to how water really move, tsu consumes everything around you
like, guntitles, your team was dope
such a good look for each of your stocks
now tay roc rap like you, hand on his hip
we see how long them reaches done got
y’all friendship’s like erosion
you know what happens on them beaches a lot?
every time he comes in contact wit’ the wave, we lose a piece of the roc(k)
stop disrespectin’ jersey, too
you be talkin’ sh+t in all the blogs
actin’ like you’re cool wit’ joe, but in (budden) private, you be jerkin’ off your dogs
that ain’t real
n+ggas feel that you the type to stand up?
the king of the c (sea) gon’ need muscle (mussel)
tell this crab to clam up
i mean, i heard you got shot, from a fellow crab
a n+gga from your block made it hurt worse?
i mean, when it comes to beef, it always comes wit’ sh+lls when we talkin’ surf turf
what’s worse…is you left them starvin’ while you was eatin’
actin’ like he’s sl!ck
but it’s clear their presence around the wave made them f+ckin’ cs sick (seasick)
he’s b+tch
i heard his album + make sure you k!ll me?
if i tried, i would, n+gga
you thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ back at them n+ggas that tried to po+
you should, n+gga
you told conceited the best shooters were still in your hood, n+gga
so how’d they do you so bad when you was actin’ like it’s good, n+gga?
i mean, d+mn, they really hit you
a couple shots, nearly split you
i woulda came wit’ that blade like tekken: yoshimitsu
get tsu, where he livin’
my k!llers be camped out where they see you stay
no fee to pay, money at your door for nothin’ like pua
he don’t drink, but he take shots, though
he be slidin’ extra cool
that’s my designated driver, mean he ridin’ just for you
tsu love them neighborhood bars, so think jersey when the semi flare
.9 to your back will follow rajon anywhere
b.a.r.r.s.

[round 2: tsu surf]
what the f+ck i tell you ’bout that c+word?
i should k!ll all you b+tches
i know you’ve never been to red lobster, but baby, the crabs come wit’ the biscuit
smack told me to chill
i should murder all the broads
my mama said, “chill.”
check my contract + i snap (snap) is in my clause
don’t talk to me ’bout no f+ckin’ bodies
murder what i see the most
why you always want the power? b+tch, your son’ll be a ghost
don’t shake my hand, don’t crack a smile
i don’t really see a joke
ha+ha or kee+kee wit’ me, the aftermath’ll (math) be a dose
so…am i sl!ck enough? or you (oil) ain’t f+ckin’ wit’ me, 40
suckin’ all that loser d+ck + this w d, 40 (wd+40)
heaters spray, new gemstar, make her eat a blade
this b+tch’ll need a blood transfusion: more dna
at lisa range
buck+fifty bubble, let her keep the change
i seen what you did to ebony, my turn to give lisa rays (lisaraye)
i was supposed to be out of town, and the check cleared
beasley made a call to dome her
should i grenade her (grenada)? or chopper from spain
k!ll every b+tch wit’ you, now b.a.r.r.s. a loner (barcelona)
two options: ice pick or the chrome comin’ out
if i pick at lisa (least a) bone comin’ out
we all cold
bullet wounds, small holes
smack, tell me when…break her (windbreaker) like fall clothes
payless? zara? forever 21? all those
red beams scan her, swear to god i’ll do b.a.r.r.s. cold (barcode)
“why he always talkin’ he got shot?”
i almost died, b+tch, sh+t!
you always assume the worst
we’d never expect my opp to miss sticks (optimistic)
b+tch, you up sh+t’s creek
we pull up six deep in six jeeps, a crip fleet
at this? weak
if i want you done, you’ll be dead…this week!
gashes, blood, stitches, chipped t++th!
it sound way, way down when you hear…40 six (46) feet deep!
b+tch, i don’t really do favors
and i ain’t jackie robinson: i ain’t tryin’ to make…40 too (42) famous
time

[round 3: 40 b.a.r.r.s.]
you out here burnin’ b+tches, talkin’ ’bout you’ll give me that w d easy
when that d+ck is clearly apparent how you do b+tches greasy
f+ck outta here…

[tsu surf]
good sh+t!

[40 b.a.r.r.s.]
alpha female, they say i’m dominant, tsu
well, if it’s crip that he scream, i’m buckin’ near (buccaneer) his team like ndamukong suh
then hit your daughter wit’ two
this sh+t is real, i can’t fake it
i’ll leave tsu mo’ (sumo) assed out than wrestlin’ him naked
once this sig hit his kid, i don’t think he gon’ take it
it gets raw once i roll up + tsu, she (sushi) won’t make it
and what will tsu do, when i’m ready to take my (+swoo+) cut like a sou+sou?
tsu blue ’til there’s blood in his mouth: n+gga, su+woo
who you, think you f+ckin’ wit’?
don’t compare me to another b+tch
n+ggas know b.a.r.r.s. get disrespect when i come through on some other sh+t
flows cover everything he knows (nose) on some smother sh+t
but f+ck this battle rap, i’mma kick it to you on some mother sh+t
see, you all f+cked up on the inside, and they can’t tell by your appearance
but i’m a mom, and i can see that it must be your parents
i heard your daddy left your mother ’cause she was breakin’ all the rules
top honor roll student, but was f+ckin’ half the school
she was a super smart super freak, right? she gave grade+a head?
busted on her face and they’d turn her on
“tsu ma (summa) cum loud”, they (laude) said
you get a little aggy

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