Battle Lyrics Thread...

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  1. My Name Is Bob

    My Name Is Bob New Member

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    Did it get deleted?

    I can't find it....

    I figured we should start a new one.

    @seattlebattlefan

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  2. URLSUCKS

    URLSUCKS New Member

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    i would love to have lyrics to most battles
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  3. seattlebattle12

    seattlebattle12 aka lil ill & dagawd100

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    sorry i've been really lazy i'm gonna go search for the old posts and remake it sometime soon

    i've also typed up most of lux's verses vs miles
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  4. URLSUCKS

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    wow i lost respect for illmac does he really think e ness beat iron solomon
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  5. seattlebattle12

    seattlebattle12 aka lil ill & dagawd100

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    Probably, unless he was trolling which is sort of even sadder.

    Someone should start typing up the GT and KOTD battles cause in that thread all we had was URL battles and then Arsonal vs Rex
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  6. CokeDopeCrack

    CokeDopeCrack New Member

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    Can we agree that Iron's performance would have earned him an L against numerous top-tier active battlers though?
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  7. URLSUCKS

    URLSUCKS New Member

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    yes..
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  8. seattlebattle12

    seattlebattle12 aka lil ill & dagawd100

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    Illmac is all about bars and delivery rather than personals, jokes or pandering to the crowd, it's not that far fetched that he would rate Ness's performance much higher than Solomon's.
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  9. TheIlliterate

    TheIlliterate Well-Known Member

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    I made a bet that I could consecutively beat you 60 times
    you're losing the war between us, zero to fifty nine
    I keep travelling back to as we speak at this recent time
    Just to see if I can beat you with weaker rhymes


    STAR AL MOTHERFUCKING MIGHTY >>>>
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  10. URLSUCKS

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    Originally Posted by Hollohan vs Cortez

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  11. URLSUCKS

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    Let's just get this title shit out the way/
    I told him a title's an idle thing its the mind that's behind the name/
    and promised the tides would change/
    Y'all saw the decline in weight, he went to being less chubby but seeming less hungry that's not an unlikely trade/
    Now brainstorming the past may warrant me asking if I should blame four minute abs for the loss of his title chain/
    I know he ain't morbidly fat, its not the topic that I would take/
    but either way he should've made more of a splash when he flopped and got his title waived!



    See, I’m on some REAL ILL SHIT, not the one to play with
    Treat his head the same as a 40 bottle, you know, have it pouring on the pavement
    And everybody he came with will shortly follow
    I’m on my KILL BILL SHIT
    Tryna use that same “Sorry Player” corny combo
    I put your DNA on display like the Maury talk show
    With a blade that was made by Hattori Hanzo
    Once my blade is brandished
    It’s bathed in a bath of flames to lash my victims
    Instigating cataclysms, like if God had something to say to that
    He can get his angels branded with it
    I don’t give a fuck if the angle is sacrilegious
    There’s no escaping the wrath that’s given
    It’s painful to fuck with me, and this ain’t no sado-masochism
    Tell me, where’d all the weight go that you’re missing?
    You probably chainsmoke, malnutritioned, and the yayo that you’re sniffing
    Is why you make those brash decisions
    He probably blames those mannerisms on the Anglo Saxon in him
    And don’t mistake those race jokes for the scapegoat that it isn’t
    I ain’t no fascist, pimpin, I’m who they show when Kato’s mask is lifted
    Bruce Lee in plain clothes, get your face broke quick as I get the case thrown, faggot listen
    You wanna tango, this ain’t no dance you’re getting
    I bet you figured that, didn’t you?
    Well let’s get it cracking, I rig the package, lit the fuse, when it blew, head removed
    Bender fragments in a bag, limbs attached to tennis shoes
    Dog, they won’t even get to wrap the interview
    With how quick I snatch his silver spoon
    I kill his ass, I’m bananas and you’re just silverback gorilla food
    Try to get stupid, mess up one round and you’re fucked
    Any minor slips, boo him
    So when this comes out in a month you’ll see why this bitch losing
    Without a rundown from the judge
    It’s automatic, cause you don’t have the drive to stick to it when it comes down to the clutch
    What the fuck, I don’t see how he inspires y’all
    Keep in mind he couldn’t hold the title long
    Others rise and fall, I evolve
    So tonight is not a fight at all, you’re vagina wall soft
    Far as I can call, this the iron jaws of a lion mauling a china doll, dog
    Try me, leave anybody in their bracket exposed
    Make them share caskets with Loe
    No, this ain’t a fair match, it’s a bare hand versus a bear trap when it’s closed
    Yeah, you hear that, your weird ass is a clone
    Him and Kap Kallous can have a mirror match, why don’t you give him that beard back that you stole
    He said he was St. Peter the gatekeeper, alright
    I’m St. Pierre, I punch face features till I break fingers
    I brace shoulders with great thinkers and gang leaders
    So if you’re plotting a takeover I’m Nas when he made Ether
    I’ll run up on his pig pen while he eating out the trough
    Feeding on his slop, tell him MTV ain’t a fan of you and neither is the Dot
    Then fill the magazine like the Forbes camera crew and you legally get shot
    And nah, I ain’t namedropping being cheap to get some props
    But shit, it’s a win-win, so ain’t no reason I should stop
    I mean the whole world gets to witness me leave him in a box
    Malaysia, the Philippines, even Sweden’s in the spot
    If we was in Australia I would feed him to a croc
    And how sweet is it even an Englishman will watch
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  12. URLSUCKS

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    Hit em in broad daylight that's a sunshower,
    bullets take ya BABY BREATH, now they gotta give ya SUNFLOWERS,
    if ya bi*ch get VIOLET I fu*k around and shoot strays.
    the gun ROSE, I POINSETTIA, now he got his BOUQUET,
    if you think his DANDELION, saying he get that loot up,
    you'll sleep in a BED OF FLOWERS once i PUTUNIA after I pick this TULIP
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  13. URLSUCKS

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    This dude likes to freestyle, he thinks he has a gifted mind
    well if you like to freestyle bitch I got some shit to try
    I run up in ya house, snatch the keys to ya sisters ride
    put you, her, ya baby momma and ya kids inside
    blindfolds, earmits, gear shift, into drive, hit the gas, cut the breaks
    and see if you can improvise
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  14. seattlebattle12

    seattlebattle12 aka lil ill & dagawd100

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    Brehs you guys are fucking this up no offense, you gotta type up all the rounds. Fuck it I might just make a new thread now.

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  15. URLSUCKS

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    you do realize that is gonna take forever and little bits is probably the farthest we gonna go
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  16. seattlebattle12

    seattlebattle12 aka lil ill & dagawd100

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    Tsu Surf vs Big T

    Round 1
    Surf:

    Now why in the fuck would I come all the way to Detroit to tell fat jokes, when I could talk about shit 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 'bout that green like salad, you get the biscuits with the shells boy it's all you can eat
    They say that boy Tsu Surf cold, but all he talk about is hoopin'
    That's cause I usually catch fire, when that crowd start rooting
    I'll pull that coach K, and let that choppa start Duke'n
    And leave so many holes (hoes) out thur, they wouldn't know whether to lock me up for pimping or shooting
    Smack is gonna have to call the navy or the SWAT
    When I come through at least 'bout 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 Roc (the rock)
    Every day 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, momma in the front row, white hearse ya
    With a clip bout this long, and it flip both ways like vice versa
    I know I get a little complicated when I spit for you niggas
    But pay attention, this as slow as I'm gonna get for you niggas
    What you 'bout 300 pounds solid? Boy I bet you weak
    Oh you feel disrespected? Well I suggest you be
    I throw his ass in the truck, just to let you see
    That you ain't gonna know your alphabet to find T in a SUV
    I ain't even gonna front, I watched you versus Hollow, seven times
    In the first bag wasn't even the worst bag it resembled that shirt tag, a L, seven times
    I mean, you came out swinging but needed 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 wrist, and eat an AIDS needle, then hopefully you're see life on a newer side
    And get it through that fat fucking skull that you got a better chance killing yourself than pushing Tsu aside (suicide)
    I see the nigga that attempted to murder your ass wasn’t trying to grill nothing
    Well try looking in the eyes of a nigga that trying to kill something
    We make niggas 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, you can look in Oklahoma if you wanna find them Sooner
    You ain't hawking niggas down, hoping out to let that heater spray
    Bagel thighs, and from the looks of things, your first piece of pussy was DNA
    If that was me that would have caught you in that car, down in all black
    Quarter size holes in the door, shattered glass flat
    Potato the 44 for the sound then let it clap
    Them mag 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 it's beef, ya'll chickens 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 nada
    And since you Heavy, you gon' get the same box D got
    We can make it whatever you wanna make it, let's start a ride nigga
    I wait till a moment of silence at your Grandmotha wake, that scream “Quiet!” nigga
    Jersey

    Big T:

    Hey yo Surf, how come none of them niggas in them blogs come with you
    You showed up, showed heart, but now we bout to see if you got some with you
    Nigga it'd been smart cause you brought guns with you
    But we ain't have to see your Arsonal, to know you ain't got that Shotgun with you
    Ain't this Tsu, I'm put T (tee) in the ground, like a golf course
    First off, that hand on your hip shit, uncalled for
    I'ma put T (tea) in a bag like lipton
    Aight let me help this nigga out, right, cause this nigga trippin
    See if I was you, I say “If he talk any more shit then
    I'ma put T (tea) in a bag, I bet he won't give me any lip then (Lipton)
    Which reminds me, he battled X-factor, he said he'll have the 'K' silent like 'knee'
    Nigga I battled Hitman, I said 'He'll be like H, in the middle of nowhere', you wanna be just like me
    But I'm gonna show you how I do it
    Let's say I take a word like 'unit'
    And put you in it (unit)
    That was just you and I, T (U N I T)
    Which reminds me, some other shit you do Surf
    It's like when I really start to view Surf
    It's like none of this shit new Surf
    It's a whole bunch of *gun sounds*, that ain't you surf
    Lock pick his door, errrrnhh, that's mine too Surf
    Remember, you going against Mr. Chalakaboo Surf
    You know how much by chalakaboo worth?
    Ooo I should sue Surf
    Truth hurt, and you whyn't nothing scary
    Cause you let Bill Collecta say “Fuck Tookie”, and he came back to Newark and weren't worried
    Nigga I'm from Chciago, I ain't GD but if a nigga would've said “Fuck Larry”
    Then the next day you mighta found a motherfucker buried
    Nigga how you let a motherfucker be disrespectful to Tookie
    You stepping against a vet, you took disrespect from a rookie
    Nigga Ars, Surf, and Red, *sniffs*, them niggas is pussy
    These niggas from Jersey sure (Shore) bitches: Ginny, Sammy, and Snookie
    Look B, I flew to Newark what happened to all these Jersey wars
    Bright sand, Jersey floors (?) that shit look like Jersey Shore
    But I heard before when I was hitting your thick whore
    She told me that your shit was like this short
    She said mine's like six floors
    So it make sense why she rather ride mine's rather than yours
    Cause your name Surf, every-time she rides she gets bored (board)
    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 versus Tsu, I will murk Tsu, and will hearse Tsu,
    No rehearsal, I will hurt Tsu, but it hurts to, know that I wouldn't be the first to
    Surf had two battles in the basement, no one saw it
    Ill-bodybag, DNA-bodybag, he was no longer wanted
    Edged K-Shine but X beat ya, so your record like CDs 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 people
    If anybody that came with Surf and they still breathing, enjoy it people
    You would think I was smuggling immigrants across the border people
    While I load up, sneak past security, and dump the four in (foreign) people
    If we warn people, I run up blazing cans
    Pants in your Lugg boots, you like the South Ward Shuffle, I'ma make him dance
    Lift my arm like I'm trying to raise his hand
    Blaze his gut, hit him till suddenly 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 could stand here, but see you if you land here
    If I start a fire I'ma make you camp here, if you don't wanna get hit with these hollows than you better learn like the movie Hollowman and stand clear
    While I let the drama pop, llama pop till my arm is hot
    Hit his mom, his pops, everyone in the way of home get shot
    Enough in the charging stock (?) to clear everyone from the parking lot
    And leave the scene here (seen hair) clean cut like a barber shot
    Quiet
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  17. seattlebattle12

    seattlebattle12 aka lil ill & dagawd100

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    Tsu Surf vs Big T

    Round 2
    Surf:
    Here the fuck we go again, “I like mozzarella sticks and nachos too
    It's hot, but I'm hungry like 'Oh! Ah! Oh!'
    Smack this round ain't done yet boy, whoo!
    I'm so heavy, if I have a stroke, I'll need a paramedics (pair a' medics), two”
    But why would I come to Detroit to tell fat jokes
    When I could clap folks, largest to smallest
    I'll let the little homies handle the scramble
    Discovery channel, sixteen hyenas versus a walrus
    I use that eight them tools get baked you'll loose sum weight,when I'm dumping slugs
    See the medics gonna gurney in Sherman Klump
    But ya momma gonna wheel out Buddy Love
    I brought an eighth in case it gets ugly I'm trying to cow beef, fry something
    See I'm a cool nigga so I'm gonna be cool, but try something
    Whole hood screaming in awe, it was 'bout five something
    They say Surf, left T hanging from a line like he was trying to dry something
    How I get here? If that bitch wasn’t dead I tell you ask your sister
    I want mines, I dump nines in the pockets like a blitzer
    Only two things can happen if one of these hit ya
    Surf gonna leave like Mayweather, or T's (Ortiz) gonna leave like Victor
    And when it come to your mom's, I don't care how that data go
    If she ain't sucking, that eight'll blow
    Bought a chicken so it ain't trickin just cause I paid for a fellatio (filet she owed)
    I can take y’all to English class without a G.E.D
    I aim at T with that A R y'all know what he gonna G-E-T (TARGET)
    You gonna see a SK trying to be tough off that E, T (CASKET)
    If you can spell you'll do well cause everything I tell real
    And with that K, I ripped “T” up the middle cause you need two L's to spell KILL
    I battled DNA, X-Factor, K-Shine, Yung Ill, and you supposed to be the cause of my death T
    Hahaha, you a mess T
    I know one thing, you getting more than juice once these birds come out this nest, T (nestle)
    I was raised by real goons, so all that shit you talking is irrelevant
    In the streets you gotta pay like you weigh, so you owe three hundred, forty-four thousand dollars and seven cents
    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 emotion shown for the guy
    Actually, I was at the dealership, looking for a charger like my phone finna die
    And we was fucking with his wifey, but the bitch all braindead
    She just wanna suck dick and listen to Weezy, we called the bitch Waynehead
    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 want to put her face between these knees
    That friction could only give off a ranch dressing smell or cream cheese
    Bagel thighs, my Chicago bitch said he from the Southside of someplace, I'm like, where's that?
    It don't even matter just take me to where them bears at
    Ya'll gonna see T walking with his head down, and hear a snap
    Off a jelly bean trail to a bear trap

    Big T:
    Surf, let me ask you again, like what that bloggin' bout
    He like, “What, I said that Big Terrance!”, shit I was embarrassed he trying to dog me out
    The nigga wasn't at the crib, so guess I what I went to the nigga momma house
    Like I needed help with my homework cause I'm trying to figure these problems out
    I see Surf and Ars in front of the crib, I hopped out
    Act like I was gonna dap them, open my hand smack them, 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 (Maino), I'm in front of his crib, “Hi Hater”
    Fuck 'em, I ain't gonna keep playing with this pussy, vibrator
    With this light saber, I lift where he standing up in the air like a skyscraper
    With that K, wavin' in front of his crib like a polite neighbor
    Why wankstas wanna do research in Chicago to see if Big T acts a clown
    On some Big shit, that's when get mad and switch shit like *click click* ask it now
    Barrel to his mouth make the magnum blaow!
    For thinking it's that, I let him speak to this gat, now that's how you could ask a round (around)
    He always sayin' how he runnin' in niggas cribs, but I got cameras everywhere, so I was waiting
    I see a Michael Myers jumper, mask off of Jason, lock pick my door; errrrnnh, stick your face in
    Head shot, knock the nigga brains to the basement
    I put the basement in the attic, attic turn to the basement
    Bullets ricocheting off cabinets, switching all of the paintings
    Changing all of the stations, switching all of the vases
    Terminator 1 role, knock the baby out of the play pen
    What I'm saying is, whatever you do pop
    That's gonna get Ars scarred, Jay get brought in it, bring Shotgun, get Suge shot
    I work with the tools and let the hammers go like I'm finna leave wood-shop
    Or have more people, watch us crowd Surf in the audience than Woodstock
    Since you would not know what pain is, I'ma send him down a lane of it
    That Unstoppable train that Denzel Washington movie played in, push Surf up in the way of it
    Oh the shit 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 bastard, wait till someone passes, take they ashes, Lebron James the remains of it
    But I rather dig up your whole family group
    Whoever died, make bone marrow soup
    And make Surf eat every scrape of it
    Say fuck it I'm gonna style on ya
    You see T you see a bottle or two of Ciroc or the Goose
    A model or two popping they cooch
    Slobbing the crew blew everything, harmonica, flute (bloop)
    Come off of the roof Tupac and up Juice bring drama to Tsu
    Osama, Saddam in the suit shot up in you
    Hit ya yamaka too ya Hanukkah suit
    I bought my shit too babba shit to chalakaboo
    Keep trying you be in the D lyin' (D-lion/D-line) I'll Ndamukong Suh (Tsu)
    What I got it for you, I got Spanish cats that scream “Toma!” when they fire
    Nigga I shoot up at your clock til both ya'll expire
    Shotgun'll Suge and the driver, both you niggas liars
    You just a fag carrying a Shotgun you Omar from The Wire
    So how you say he put on Jersey, let me make the scheme
    Joe Buddens and Redman don't fuck with you, and they make the cream
    Low key you hate on Ars, Surf, and Red, you just don't make a scene
    So how can a nigga put on Jersey, that ain't make the team
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    seattlebattle12 aka lil ill & dagawd100

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    Tsu Surf vs Big T

    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
    Okay, so now Surf ain't in the street, and Twitter's where you see him
    That's cause big homies, got little homies, that'll take that nigga off that timeline like a DM
    Okay, 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 retweet
    Surf ain't about that street shit, Surf wouldn't send nothing
    That's cause big homies, got little homies, that walk around with pounds like they tryin to trend something
    What you say, “A hundred thousand tweets”, that's why bitches swallow me nigga
    And the moral of this Aye Verb, follow me nigga
    Now back to the story, wait, wait, wait, wait
    Why not come to Detroit to tell fat jokes, I'm in another state
    Plus you got your grandmother's shoulders, your step father complexion, and your mother face
    When you told DNA he was ugly and soft, haha, you the man scrap
    But someone tell this man that he's ugly and fat
    And it's still a damn fact, by 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 nigga that tried to sit you down for life still walking
    Where I'm from that ain’t how we handle our obstacles
    Add up all the homeys, divide them into parts of the city, then subtract all possibles
    Jail, I've been there, ratchets, I've clapped those
    Made whole families congregate in black clothes
    But Smack passed you the chance to battle Hollow, and you dropped it dude
    If that was Surf versus Nigel, bullets getting sprayed, glocks get used
    Techs that (Texas) sound like Longhorns, 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 gon' need God, hiding tips from Saddam or something
    Troy Davis, that boy gonna die for nothing
    You catching more than beats,if these subs get to woofing T
    Whole packs of sheriffs, bloodhounds had to look for T
    Look at me, moral at the end of that book will be
    All I need is half this clip(Clipse) to push a T(Pusha T)
    Ya'll whole team ass, I'm gonna let it ride though
    Matt Forte, you the only nigga ballin' in Chicago
    I can't say take me to your lead cause this is the boss
    Single 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 getting that box if we cross words
    My psychologist trying to tell me, I'm two quarters Mike Myers and half of Satan
    Cause I cop the fo fo long, with an infrared and navigation
    I'll flick a button, and that data bang, it stop, he drop, then give him more like I'm elaborating
    I hate everything you think you is, so let's get more to the topic
    It will hit you so fucking hard you won't feel a scratch when it's on and popping
    Smack paid me racks to chalk his head when that four is popping
    Long bang from long range, 8 ball corner pocket
    Go relay this message, you a Ray J fan and an Aye Verb lover
    The toughest nigga in the Midwest is Aye Verb mother
    I'll hit 'em in both legs let 'em crawl to a slow stop, then call 911
    And chop the ambulance before they make it to Beaumont

    Big T:
    My set-ups be like, if I see Surf in the club deep
    I was sipping my drink, he bumped me
    And cat fucking rolled, I start to look around like
    Big T just let Surf come in home (??)
    So I chilled I was waiting till he finna leave
    Put the gun by his temple, squeeze
    Now that's how the fuck you show him
    Now he dying in the street, left his eyes by his feet
    Now maybe next time he can watch where the fuck he going
    That's how I be on him, but the shit that be coming out of dude's mouth
    He say shit like, “I'm gonna make a nigga scream “Dang!” when I hit him with that luau
    What type of nigga 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 motherfucking shame
    Cause it seem like every-time Surf 'bout to get behind bars, he like to give out the other nigga's name
    K-Shine said Surf was a snitch, I'm like don't accuse that
    So what if he did a a couple months for a mandatory three year sentence, right, we can't prove that
    But in a ThisIs50Interview he said he did less than two years for two straps
    Two years for two straps, so that's a mandatory six turned into two flat, now Surf how you do dat?
    They said dude rat, like “How did you make him squeal”
    They said the South Ward Shuffle niggas, I'm like “They made up a dance for real?”
    They call them South Wward Shuffle not because they'll kill, cause when police put them cards on the table, they get it cut now they ready to make a deal
    Since he always trying to South ward a nigga
    I'm gonna initially take you south across the border nigga
    Yeah he OK, Oklahoma nigga
    Boy you sweet like the peaches up in Georgia nigga
    So give A T L? N-O, New Orleans nigga
    Cause Surf gonna be MIA after I floor da (Florida) nigga
    If I order nigga you owe me dough
    You better pay for it, or you pay for it
    Cause when I slide through, and I ride through, it's too late for it
    I'm like a toll booth, you don't have the right amount when you pay for it
    I roll up, stick these arms out this window, and get you change for it
    And I ain't going, I'm ???, I'm dancing in this nigga house
    He a bitch, and I feel disrespected, so I'm tell him to get out
    With these weapons, telling him to get out
    Cause these techs is like GPS's, once I address it, I'm getting lead to this nigga house
    Like, “Where my money Surf?” He like, “I ain't got your shit”
    Said “Nigga what?” He like, “You know T, I-I-I got robbed and shit”
    Said “Nigga what?” I'm not convinced and I don't give a fuck
    I step back, BLIT BLIT let two hit 'em up
    You would think I gave him a compliment the way it raised his spirits up
    I'm sick as fuck, I'll make ya mother and sister kiss each other
    Break they spine and collarbone as soon as they press against each other
    Ya little brother mad came 'n bit me, I kicked the fucker, grab his neck; twist the fucker
    Like "fuck surf get ya brother", Surf mad ran up on me all fast I let him past, trip the fucker
    Grab his neck, his collarbone smashed when they pressed against each other
    Now he like Keenan Ivory Wayans cause 'Im Gonna Git You Sucka'
    Naw that was wack, its cause I put most his family up in a cast like 'In Living Color'
    ? my brother, I remember when he first put me on Surf and shit
    I was looking like I must admit, this old motherfucker Surf can spit
    They said he twenty-two I wasn't convinced
    I was thinking at least a hundred and thiry-six
    Nigga I understand you rep dirty Jerz and shit, but does that mean you always gotta wear dirty shit
    They said he gonna be fly today, I said “Good luck”
    Nigga cause everytime I'm out of state, what he have on be out of date like it's being stood up
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  19. seattlebattle12

    seattlebattle12 aka lil ill & dagawd100

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    Who's URLsucks? Is that Craig or MrJDM?
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  20. URLSUCKS

    URLSUCKS New Member

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    damn dog how long it take u to transcribe that shit
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