Tsu Surf vs. Charlie Clips

Round 1

Tsu Surf

We keep everythin' in code now, niggas tattle talk

On the phone talkin' bout his death, but it sound like battle talk

Call the homies for a quick holla

“It's Summer Madness, bring the T with a capital, in case of Rich Dollaz

He got Big T? Oh put Mook on top or maybe Math right?

I mean Calicoe cool, or fuck with Shine, he mad nice

I know, I know, sound like silly shit

But that's a code for a body, let me tell you what that really meant

I call the Hitman, this some madness, he gettin' knocked off

Bring a extra T with a capitol

Tech 9, in case of Rich Dollaz in case it pop off

Big-T, he gettin' quiet money?

I'll put a dot on his head, if the math right, it'll be very sad

I mean the Calicoe cool but that K will do em very bad

I hope you came with crack, I'm not Roc, these different lines,

You know I'm on some shit

You'll get drugged if I connect, then throw him in a ditch

He’ll die for wifey?, dope, he goin' with his chick

Bobby and Whitney, I'm talkin', layin' there, smokin' with his bitch

You was puttin' in all that work for Harlem, never break your grind

Pick and chose your battles, cool, take yo time

All that to get noticed, it's like you waste yo lines

Cause Lux came, how he take yo shine? That don't ache yo spine?

Lux got everybody in the world sayin' "you gone get this work"

All they remember you for is "Sike"

And killin' Verb at Summer Madness and Tay Roc, but "That's Light"

I tie Clips to a chair then smack him in the neck

You gone love the show, 40 in DNA mouth, only thing left, is the bucket though

You watchin' Charlie? Splat! Then that’ll gun blow

I’ll Ray Charles, last thing he seen was his brother go

For them Washington's, we'll really Training Days somethin'

Do you hear me? Charlie's house, this new 40's got Siri

Even if every thing was debatable, I never gave a dub up

Fuck if you in the livin' room, the kitchen, or bathroom,

I got one to lift the tub up

Me and my two sons burn down with the snub up,

Them 3 fours bark-a-ley, Charlie chuckin' blood up

A lot of your bars average, to cover that you be jokin’

Make a scheme out anythin', and "sike I lied" when you be chokin’

Your freestyle was cool but that poor trick done worn out

He think we never get the picture, his lines be drawn out

You Chilla Jones grandfather age, that's why your schemes old

They label him a winner but nothin' ever seem cold

Me, i feel like the old Vince still bangin' when that can drawn

I should name what I carry kittles, no kitten, I want that man gone

Miss me with your Nets jokes I am New Jersey, fuck is this man on?

Mama told the D's I ain't know he took the keys, D's told mama we found him head slumpt on that van horn

They say I got a problem, but clappin tools help

And if that bitch did say somethin' to the D's then tutor ya moms like after school help

Jersey

Charlie Clips

I said, Rajon “Tsunami Surf” Cox,

Wait a minute your last name is...whatever dog

So they put a nigga with one clear win

Against a nigga that, arguably, never lost

I be beatin the best niggaz in the world, with only two rounds

So that should show you who's the better boss

So we both kings but I'm Martin, you Sacramento, and Coretta soft

What’s poppin' Surf?,

Around what month did this battle get locked in Surf?

Wasn’t it like November?

Well thank for givin' me this easy ass win, I got you Surf

Got a dot in that O Red, if that's yo man then you'll let em spot you Surf

Flash it in yo eyes like "Thats Light" then let it Roc you surf

And I hate when you be throwin' shots,

And you swear yo bars go over tops

So you say shit like "Urn and Ash is "Nash"" nigga no its not

Urn and ash is urn ash, with your bird ass

If you were Nash, you probably wouldn't figure that out until your third pass

I'm a legend, gave Magic a shot, now he graduating out of bird class

Dismantled Roc, and a couple of my nouns made Verb crash

This Cal a bung ya (cowabunga) flip this nigga board, make Surf splash

You the champ? Well you gone get your tidal waved cause Surf trash

Pardon me ya'll, I always wanted to go through a surf bar

I'll give shots, with yo bitch at the beach, like i created a surf bar

Or I'll give shots, shots, shots, to everybody, that's a surf bar

If he givin’ shots to everybody, he just buyin' out the surf bar

Surf bar, Google that, for those who ain't know, that's a Google fact

But that was so out of this world some of ya'll might just need Google map

I'll search for em' then click on Surf, that's a Youtube app

The gun under the Big T goin “bink bink biggity boo boop bap!”

You wanna know whats so crazy about this bro?

Is I'm actually fuckin' you up with all word play

I'm actually winnin' this round and I ain't spit a punchline since Thursday

You want one? Ok cool, you about to get a few of em' in the worse way

From now on, December 14th, is National "What the fuck happened to Surf?" day

You had a A.R. on yo hip against Hollow right?

Ever since then it had my mind puzzled

So I went and bought a black K' that's about this tall, it look like Shine double

Sit that shit right on your back, I make yo spine buckle

The clip take bout' 20 minutes to load, I'm havin' Vine trouble

But that gun is light, let me throw that one away,

Now we on to the next page

You know what I got too?, A Smith,

That will have yo team runnin' back, it will look like the Jets played

Got another gun, that will cock back and blow your squad to the next gauge stage

What kind of gun is that? Shit I don't know, it's unidentified, it's like Rex age

They like damn what happened to Surf?,

I don't know he got retired on Dooms day

Tried to get rehired then got re-fired when the tools spray

You never spent a G on your sneaks,

If you do you'll be lyin by Tuesday

Yo created player gotta be tired as hell

For you to have the G on your feet, in 2k

But let’s get these bars crackin

Some of ya'll might think that's light

I did that line on purpose for ya'll, see i just did some bold shit

I wanted to show you niggaz somethin' right

To show ya'll that's some cold shit

Proving Grounds niggaz only get 30,000 views per battle and them niggaz be spittin' some cold shit

And Hittman be gettin' 800 fuckin' thousand views and he be spittin' some old shit

So you mean to try to tell me, so hold on ya'll tryna tell me, I can say, "I'm that nigga that gave Tay Roc..." and I hit Smack for cheddar?

If that's the case, on some G shit, imma be wack forever

But don't worry about this round though, yea, Smack you extra,

I fucked up, Sike, I lied, nigga

You you told them that earlier, I couldn't fuck up if I tried, nigga

Let me explain these bars to you, (hold on), bullet on your head like a Cardinal

You think your squad with me, I got that shotgun, it's in my arsenal

How you want yo ribs nigga, Action Jacksons, you want barbeque?

Lil’ nigga I'm just here on stage, I came to slaughter you

Round 2

Tsu Surf

See this gon be the slightest bit blurry, imma make it very clear

You need more than jokes Charlie, this is way you;ll get buried here

To stomach this shit, he should be good cause he heavy there

The cops said "it was just DNA and DNA everywhere"

Rest In Peace Paul Walker, Clips drop from a Fast 6 when I'm shootin' shit

He in the whip? No VIN, diesel

Have that car scene lookin' ludicrous

They said "Surf you gotta battle in the D

Better take a pair a nigga might clap you"

Orange you even half concerned I did what I have to?

Why? Cuz the Man Go 10 hours with the Lemon squeeze to a battle

Probably mean he definitely brought the banana clips to the apple

And you from Harlem right? Tell Randy I Shotgun Moss niggas

Tell K...don't tell him nothin', I already killed that soft nigga

Tell Lux I head shot red dot boss niggas and my Daddy wasn't a lost nigga

My daddy had plans, goals, dreams, we had scams, foes, schemes

My daddy was drivin' towards family, a gate, a fence

We had gloves, a mask, tents

And why the fuck Roc keep sayin' my name?

Tay is he in these hair lines. that's Lebron, Tay

Send some Vikings through, did you know I do Da Don, Tay

You never seen a bitch like this till you seen mine Tay

Cops come, I don't know the dame

Beef I'll rather face you straight like playin’ bluff at a Poker game

All I know is aggression, press him, wherever you and ya friends play

Puttin more bitches in a box than Woman Crush Wednesday

I got a great resume, can't say who he battled

Fed X a box, put a million views right on Shine

Practically never had a week battle, I was alone in Detriot classic

And with Con, duh I been to snake fights, Clips why should I be rattled?

This a desert he aint' been ready for a gun this big since the Big T battle

Jersey

Charlie Clips

I committed a few sins in my life

So Lord know I’m the wrong one to be preachin' nigga

But somebody gotta pray for yo bars

It’s either gon be me or a deacon nigga

Cuz you told Hoolow “ain’t nothin' in him G” to make it sound like MMG

You be tweakin’ nigga

And you said “when we get up we gotta Meek”

Question: how do you “Meek” a nigga?

Lord knows I wanna bar you to death right now

But I gotta teach the nigga

This my son I haven’t been in his life

Well now daddy’s back to beat the nigga

I bought Playstation 4 3 weeks ago

And played Street Fighter for the whole weekend nigga

If I had a chance to do that Maybach scheme

Cool, only I could have it my way

I would’ve told Hollow I need Millz by Thursday

If you don’t have you gettin' Dunplay on Friday

Hung the phone up on Hollow, call my little bitch her name Sharde

She 4’8” give great head standin' up so why lay?

You said “If you want ya life crawl for it

You want tickets to the gat then it’s Access Granted

I’m on the block with somethin' Deandre’s size

One word to describe that night, Brandon

That thought process was fire

But the DeAndre shit I wouldv’e threw it away pronto

I would’ve been at a nigga door 6AM with the long nose, it’s Gonzo

Soon as he open up “errr!” heat to the center of his chest, throw a combo

One word to describe that mournin' Alonzo

Fuck I gotta put in subtitles or somethin'?

Or slow it down and just diss you?

Yall aint get it? I said fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or somethin’

Let’s slow it down I just dissed you, I see what you like to do Surf

You steal niggas shit and you know I don’t condone it

You went from Dhalsim to Tsang Sung

Cause you battle niggas and steal the life of yo openents

Well Imma tell you some thing, it’s time to wake up

Especially if you wanna dream like this

I dare you to steal my life cause you feed it in irder to scheme like this

I said um, the Nets lost they team right? Well come and work for me

You a nigga id be proud to hire

It’s coke residue everywhere,

You need googles around my knicks, Stoudamire

I’ll turn you into a vegetable, put you in a garden when that AR spit

Aye John John, I got a baby Wesson, but my shit name aint JR Smith

I said nah, difference is it Spike Lee, this nigga party with the losers

I’m in the center of the block I’m Bargnani to the shooters

I got a JR Smith clip right cause the God a spray Rugars

So when I Sub the clip in it take ya heart away Junior

To keep it 100 I had more, it was about to get worse for you

But you begged to go 3 minutes and I still made this hearse for you

But imma give you bar after vat in round 3 it’s gone feel like God cursin you

They wanna gear bars Surf, they aint pay $60 cash to hear personals

Round 3

Tsu Surf

You ever wonder what Mayweather would do to Pacquio if they fought?

What Elmer Fudd would’ve did tot that bunny if he caught him?

Think of dismantle, destroy, destruction, distort em’

Sometimes an ass whoppin' aint always an ass whoppin'

If at the end of the day you taught em

100 bars, hella punches and kill schemes

With a few jabs at ya bitch they gon have to get her a cane

If she feel a pain

Hurricane, Typhoon, whatever all destruction same shit

I came with 3 clips Charlie

Look I name flip even when I don’t wanna name flip

But back to the main bitch, offer a pill-low when I come for her

When she was sleep now the cops bring the sheets

Left her on a bed spread, I dint comfort her

Crazy, I could make ya bed and kill ya bitch in the same line

I still wonder how I could think about

Kissin’ my daughter and killin a nigga in the same mind

A bunch of top tier niggas lookin regular

Guess I’ll throw my weight around

I’m afraid ya gonna end up in a Holyfield

Aint no time to play around

No tie son Hitman verse Martin I wont waste a round

Feelin' like Cashis, wanna play? Clay I’ll shake him down

Ash Cash ya girl?

I cant say nothin' cause beauty in the eye of the beholder

You might think you got a bad chick

Boy I got somethin' to put Cash aside like the last flip

Only Ash is the ash, play body like a bad bitch

Bitch you’ll come home and find cash on the table like the Fast SiX

I want my shit on the 12^th at 12 on the dot

Play you gettin' shot cause everythin', timin'

I mean OJ Mayo

But for them bucks I’ll put Grizzlies behind him

A $100 bet for anybody that don’t know what imma do to this nigga

Split him in half they gon have a bag two of this nigga

It’s fucked up, mother still need a biew of this nigga

Cover the body like “ewwwwww/Ill who is this nigga?”

Hoody, snorkel and srap how I hide form the wind-shield

I catch em in that car, say ya goodbyes, it’s been real

Take two steps, squat, breathe and sit still

Then sweep from the side like parkin' on the street cleanin' side

His brain what you find on the windshield

I’ll have 100 bloods outside ya house pop

Clips sick?

It’ll sound like I gave that man a cure when the shells done

Options, well run, left trigger run

Duh, he a frail one, besides we treat them dogs like Asians

Cuticle out give em that nail gun

Manicure, cuticle, nail gun, asian play on dogs, that’s a lot of shit

Surf that type of Hitman that just wave through, I aint gotta Holla shit.

Charlie Clips

Let’s get this funeral service started

Cause this shit here should’ve happened a while ago

Notice I said funeral

Cause yo face was dead in Pharaoh’s box you be wildin’ bro

I wont even judge how you almost gave her the clap

Cause that’s a talent show

All I know is when I’m Loaded niggas get caskets

When I wrap shout out to Calicoe

Is Tsunami gone get this work? Well I mean of course nigga

See it’s my job to help you work on yo drive to make yo Porsche quicker

Im just here to expand yo mind and make yo thoughts slicker

Man

I told Lux this shit aint gone work

Let me get back to bein' a lost nigga

I’m from a back block

Where kids had to learn to play hopscotch around cracked tops

My shooters computer smart

But got a whole different way on how they usin' a laptop

Hit yo back space, watch yo spine get deleted once that Mac pop

Yo body shift, then yo organs shut down when them caps locks

You Tsunami but yo wave on the block main the fiends mad

My work can make Lebron stop jumpin’, it do ya knees bad

Got 3 fiends, they call me every mornin' sayin’ they need bags

I send the workout and watch em run to the base, it look like a freeze tag

See to you that’s a punch but to me that’s just a mean jab

My real punches Mayweather like, I know you seen Zab

Let it ring at a square, bring yo box in when I squeeze mags

Get him ripped up in about 8 seconds, that’s a speed bad

Yall want bars? Well I got em whether you want em or not

Extended arms hit yo hood, look like I’m huggin’ yo block

Fuck yo girl, leave the condom on her pussy when im done with her twat

Watch this hamburger help-er/her and try to take my glove off her box

You like her, you wanna wife her,

But me and my niggas we get to share it

My gun a motivational speaker, that shit’ll life ya spirit

Tools so big I gotta I gotta propose when I get to air it

On one knee lettin' it ring like I went to Jared

But yo big homie crip Tsunami Surf, fuck outta here with ya borin' tales

See you get caught with guns but you never do time

You do more than tell

You front like you wanna get locked up or go to war in jail

You let them put the battery I yo back

But I know you cant endure a cell

Aint yo last name on some gay shit? Yeah isn’t it Cox?

Well listen Cox, I don’t wanna hear you rap about grippin’ a glock

And Suga real name is Jimmy, just stop

Yo parents had to be crazy to name you niggas Jimmy and Cox

He like “Nah, my last name Cox

Cause I’m hard on the block and I get big bread”

Nigga yo last name Cox cause yo pops was a dickhead

And tell that nigga Jimmy to watch his mouth

Cause on some G shit he can die after

For actin’ hard, I let somethin' peel at Jimmy, that’s Mama Jones

Run in Surf crib while his family there, make em all lean

This clip put every Cox in a box, that’s a porn scene

Look at them I got em tight

They all probably wanna jump me if they could

You know why? Cause nigga know my aim is way good

Put that Shotgun in Arsonal mouth, make em say Suga

Head I’m back, this the Charlie Clips that fucked up Tay-Tay

Made X-factor cry and made Verb take-a-vacay

You better call mayday, I start grabbin that AK

That shit go (sssmmaaccckkkkk), I’ll finish that when you pay me my 8k.