Tsu Surf vs. John John Da Don

[Round 1: John John Da Don]
I don't give a fuck how much you pay for your chain
Or your watch bro
Or how many bitches you got
Cause the nigga that shot him left him with five holes (hoes)
You only care about money and fly clothes
Bitch shit, well guess what I got
For all that material, this stick (materialistic)
What you trap in? Givenchy?
What you put work in? Dior?
What a way to sell (sail) out cause that ain't Surf anymore
Remember when he battled Con' and made fun of bro's fashion?
Now it's drip in his description
Nigga went from Subtitles to closed (clothes) captions
Guess what won't happen, Johnny Dang when you around
Keep ya chain, I'll fuck around and throw him in the crowd
Where was he when you got shot? Couldn't think any smarter?
Would've thought he made you a vest, I peeped a chink in ya armor
Mr. Two and a Possible, can't make the fans more proud?
How the victim of a shootin' not prepare more rounds?
Smack, you let him get away with this shit
Nigga, stand yo' ground
Cause you got this nigga Tsu in (suing) the league, I understand Norbes now
Y'all on some bullshit, still rewardin' niggas that's unprepared
You could've found some feelings for this pussy if you fuckin' cared
I should feed him a bullet
To be fair, that's what he get
Remember..."I can't eat that"
Well let's see if you can eat this
Tell 'em Smack, what's really goin' on
I'm tired of hidin' shit
Keep it a stack with these blood suckers, it's the politics (pile of ticks)
I thought you said, if a nigga choke y'all gon' be dockin' shit
So how'd he still get Paid In Full even when his performance reek, oh (Rico), cause he got you Rich
Let's stop this shit
Create another wave, y'all don't need Tsunami
Leave his hands (Hanz) alone and then bark on another Crip like Geechi Gotti
Hollow, Reed, Rum, Chess, Wavy, some prestigious homis
How is this a test if I (testify) if I bring up names you seen me body
Y'all wild
But you? Been duckin' for years Surf, so why now?
Is it cause I told you I would write the battle witchu?
Wanna play Swear To God now?
Swear To God you ain't tell me you was movin' to Atlanta so we could trade ideas soon as you fly down
My reply? "Wow."
You ain't shoot back at the niggas that shot at you, but you wanna rebuttal my rounds?
So I'm supposed to help you beat me for the play back?
Do I look like Hitman, Geechi or Rum? Did I say that?
I'm just assuming that he fixed these battles
After reaching out for tips from the God like the Sistine Chapel
Then with all them ghostwriting allegations, what a huge mess
You can't cook without helping someone prepare, who made Tsu (sous) chef?
It's true that you don't care and proof that I won't share
But don't y'all find it kind of odd he (Ah di) Boom'ed outta nowhere
You took bars from a rat, so how could this man be a king
Even offered Chilla a stack but that was in the grand scheme of things
That really means the bars you spittin' comin' from who sparrin' wit' him
He's so self centered I'm surprised he ain't consider lettin' Ars' assist him (narcissism)
Jersey!
Nah fuck it, if it's up there it's stuck there, let's put Tsu aside (suicide) from Jones' town (Jonestown) for every punch shared
What is this? A handicapped match? Shit is unfair
With all this shit this Crip pulled (crippled) he needs help gettin' upstairs
Barely do the work but you wanna get paid in the field more than the house
But you wanna be made (maid)
On that note, turn the (Nat Turner) page, this is how you talk to a slave
Cause my people Wave in the water, I'm just walkin' through Wave
Y'all better behave
I'm only here cause I'm gettin' that cash
All that hype gon' get Tsunami packed, this that gas
Just know, when you get done spittin' that trash
It's still two more rounds of me
(whoopin' that ass)

[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
Whatchu know about...features, shows, bookings?
Workin' on ya tape cause you gotta get ya shit out
But still the homies need choppers, the ops got a hit out
They hit my wrist, my ribs, my leg...and not havin' a third is some shit you tryin' to spit 'bout?
There's bullets in me forever Johnny
Some rounds I still can't get out
Why it take so long? Because I respect the killers, not the cowards
Before you was booked on URL you was hooked on URL, not battlin', just watchin' ours
A lot of hours, how we even get here?
Chasin' me for ten years
Boy been watchin' the Surf show since Rocket Power
Win, lose, draw, I fill every room Troy
The front end go to savings, back end go the new toys
I never got that Nerf gun for Christmas, just really blew toys
Man if the Don Dada the judge gonna label me a 'Rude Boy'
See all this gangsta shit it fall on deaf ears it be hard to hear us
I let it tag right on his glasses like foggy mirrors
There were stitches in my stomach, blood in my eye, tryin' to pray holdin' granny hands
I had to let that Hammy blam
John, be a family man
I see it now, another nigga down, ain't no man to man
NuNu screamin', Smack like, "Oh shit"
Beas' (bees) over the body like Candy Man
So I apologize if I wasn't focused on my craft, I be in it deep
It's hard to focus on finishin' rounds when niggas tryin' to finish me
Trenton prison an hour from my crib, the homie seemed far away
His rap book look like a Bible, the boy only write a bar a day
So either you don't know the word or aren't hearin' the math
John, three 16's (3:16) take him about a year and a half
Angel prayers, nothin' like the devils, different shit
Lord we been outside since Genesis
And pray that every bullet that enter us, exit us (Exodus), you can't find that in Leviticus
Follow me, Jesus had apostles, I got killers that'll die for me
Long as the Numbers right, you know what they'll do to honor me? (Deuteronomy)
See the devil will kill all us muhfuckas 'til ain't nothin' left for him
If I'm out sendin' rounds and duckin' rounds, how the fuck am I supposed to prep for 'em?
You had on a suit your last battle
Boy almost died when he wore the shit
Three pieces for funeral meetings and corporate
Tay! Soon as he kick open the door, explore the shit
Foreign clips, don't kill the dog or the fish
But if that motherfucker bark or that tank water swish
*Weeeer* shhh, give his daughter kiss
AAAYYYYE ROOOOOC!
That can only lead to orphanage
BAOW!
Shot down the hall like I thought I saw some shit
Performance? Bars? Which craft (witch craft) you need, we sorcerer shit
If I gotta pull up with .4's and shit it's to enforce some shit
Roc creep wit' Caution and extensions, double date he brought his bitch
Your best performance was Jakkboy Maine
Why panic?
If it ain't top tier we don't care, that's not damage
Anybody from my class would've had that three round shot landin'
It would've Rose and let go at Jakk (Jack) from the door; Titanic
Who give a fuck if he battled Mr. Wavy?
Not us
The only time they cared to miss the (mister) Wave is when I'm locked up
Ayo, listen
They said, "Surf dropped his last two battles", I could not trip
Come to think about it, every time my .40 Loaded, I drop shit
I was gonna say, "Fuck this battle" saw the bag and said, "The hell with it."
It's the deja vu
Seein' this bitch behind these glasses remind me of my jail visits
Like Schwarzenegger in that movie I grab John by his head and terminate him
Man, they gonna find John Connor dead
First round, long and sweet, who like churros?
I pay my shooter a band then the scope locks on J(ay) head like mature Hov
And if it ain't $40,000 or better than it's haters
Iron Solomon, Math, Lu Castro; nut chasers
Smack, don't call my phone for nothin' but paper

C'mon man let's turn up. Jersey

[Round 2: John John Da Don]
So basically, you couldn't do ya job cause you was in the streets?
I ain't here to question his G, M.O. (GMO) cause this isn't beef
We know you gettin' chicken, can't call a time you didn't eat
But if ya consumption don't help you stay on 100, try a fish and see (efficiency)
Now what about the fans that pay to see you? Tickets isn't cheap
So they had to work, overtime, barely gettin' sleep
All for short stops and a jersey (Jersey); Cal Ripken tee
Which makes it even sadder they (Saturday) know you be endin' weak (week)
There's no excuse to put up with this image, what else they 'pose (post) to do?
You know how you write the word "Über" how it's pronounced?
Yeah, hold them little two rounds over you (U)
Hence, why I'm a nigga you don't pursue, cause I'm doper Tsu
Soon as we up the ante (anti) bodies found, it's COVID proof
Fuck is you?
How the fuck did you tell Uncle Ra not to shake ya hand?
As if he needs ya blessing to eat when you grace the cam'
How could you hate the man?
One of the biggest battle rap media platforms, holdin' Jersey down
What? 15 Minutes ain't enough?
How does 30 sound?!
Cause you the one that jumped in that interview, we seen the tape
Just like a bitch that'll let you fuck and later scream, "it's rape"
I see why Math be callin' you fake
This dude a queen, if he could KeKe his way out of this move he king
He should be humble, y'all agree?

[Crowd]
Yeah!

[JJDD]
Cool, I found a different way to approach ya
When I say, "Sorry Surf", I need everybody to say, "You are not bigger than the culture"
Now let's do one practice run to make sure I ain't gotta coach ya
Y'all ready? "Sorry Surf"

[Crowd]
You are not bigger than the culture!

[JJDD]
I don't care how much you and Smack be at Beasley house doin' yoga
But sorry Surf

[Crowd]
You are not bigger than the culture!

[JJDD]
I don't care if the address on ya ID still says "Joe Budden's sofa"
But sorry Surf

[Crowd]
You are not bigger than the culture!

[JJDD]
I don't care how many times you had to kick Jaz out cause you had Yoshi comin' over
But sorry Surf

[Crowd]
You are not bigger than the culture!

[JJDD]
And if Johnny Dang makes you another chain it better be a choker
But sorry Surf

[Crowd]
You are not bigger than the culture!

[JJDD]
Shotgun, let's get one thing straight, workout the kinks
Where to put 'em? I don't mind in the gutter where the fuck you think?
Ever play Stand Down with a barrel? First one to blink
Now the Wave in front of the nose like somethin' stink
Are you possessed?
Something evil occupies your mental?
Cause you call yourself "The Devil Grandson"
No wonder they put a god against you
Ever since we've been warring (Warren) like Ed and Lorraine, I peeped the signs and signals
If your excuse is, "The devil made me do it" I know the kind you're into (Conjuring 2)
That's not a horror flick, but let's make a movie that gets spooky
When you had your Paranormal Activities, nothing moved me
I'm godly and the staff can't do nothin' to stop me
You said somethin' 'bout Candy Man, right?
That's cause you hope Beas' (bees) covers the body
The day you got shot you could've still popped somethin'
But you were so busy duckin' me that you ain't see your real ops comin'
But never worry
NBA Christmas uniforms, you gotta do better jersey (Jersey)
Since he took five on 7/25 don't mean you 730
Stop, akh
You had the drop on ya ops but none of ya ops drop
I guess you are the Devil's Grandson
Cause whatever he say tend to get him pop pop
Mr. Cox got, caught lackin' wit' a hot Glock that was not cocked
Chedda Bob 'cause the moment he tried to pull it, got Cox (cock) shot
That's your fault, don't blame it on the streets
You just as culpable to leave, you had more than one chance
That's why I'm so confused
Battle rap gave you a way out, so there was hope for you
Don't tell me you ain't have a choice, well I got multiple
A: Headshot, let's just call it what it was
Or B: Gun shot, could he stomach all that blood?
Or C: Leg shot, let him walk into the slug
Or D: Start from his feet and

[Crowd]
Shoot all of thee above!

[Round 2: Tsu Surf]
Lord I've been tryin' to walk a straight line, the way I've been livings been backwards
I'm supposed to be with the deacons...reverends
I'm out drillin' wit' the killers and the trappers
It's all a façade, I know the devil is a lie
It's just, all this big cap in front of me be fuckin' with my vision to the pastor
I'm learnin' you a black cat for the culture, it's startin' to add up
COVID came, Twork choke and I ain't finishin' mad stuff
We gotta listen to Cassidy?
Tragedy, these years been mad tough
Norbes, Keke Hardbody, the Math stuff
I honestly feel like you and Hollow breakin' that mirror the reason I got a bad Lux (lucks)
All this multiple choice battle rap shit
Man, you ain't runnin' wit' the thugs
My multiple choice was: cop out, trial or snitch
My lawyer said, "None of thee above."
Now pop somethin'
I'm paranoid, my nerves bad I might drop somethin'
Don't fuck around, I dump the pound in John like the SWAT comin'
This shit easy to rap, ain't safe to try though
Pump fakin' nigga prolly be shakin', I know
Anybody can lift, you gotta take what follows
You know what we got in common?
Both got our name from takin' Hollows
That day coulda been my been my last patna
Exactly why I blast choppers
I still don't know if they was happy I survived
I woke up to mad doctors
Went from Mortal Kombat to real fatalities
Homi shit, pushin' buttons since a youngin, couldn't try me bitch
Sometimes you forget the game, but sometime it stick
I still remember; down, back, up, right, trigger will make Johnny split
Listen, I been prayin' man this (mantis) ray got the homie in the tent alone
Bugs in the jack, cuz got indicted off a Cricket phone
Fuck a battle, he need bail, that shit's stressin' his soul
The more time tick, the new term might (termite) effect his parole
So why would I be worried 'bout a third round for John John?
Million dollar bail, no 10%, that ain't no lollipop that's a Bond bond (bon bon)
Sucka ass nigga
Your Multiple Choice is always some dumb shit
My ops options? Extendos, .9's, drum clip
But we do not play
I get whiplash when the chop' spray
Him beatin' me? Ain't no muhfuckin' kind way
Old bitch, still let her sing, give me Sade
Flat head, screw a nigga face; the Con' way (Conway)
Four cars deep, the mall pack; Black Friday
Shoulder gig, get over here, somethin' go in John' Cage
You plus four can split my backend; five ways
I can get whatever shooter I want; Lebron James
They always askin', "Why he ain't been in jail longer?"
Like they want me in that place
I should slap them gl-
Stop playin' in my muhfuckin' face
That shit revolve around ya lawyer
Get you one, you'll be straight
I say, "Revolve around" (revolver round) well cause, cause he never dropped a case
Gettin' out of jail ain't complicated, y'all make it hard
Plus my shooters ain't afraid to foul out, they be playin' hard
Why would you ever go in iso' when you got James Harden playin' guard?
Gettin' 40 a night, any real team, they gon' take the charge
We always go off paperwork, that's how the truth hit the light
When I say we both seen our family through glasses, I was talkin' 'bout two different lifes
You seen what I did to Gerald, no Sweat, his shit real real
Stab his neck, I don't know if he screamin' or he singin', we gon' see if Johnny's Gill's real
Holdin' the TEC, who want smoke? They got hookah there?
Sawed off, spittin' out pellets, a few can share
Proper, preparation prevents- I'm too prepared
Try and run, air on his back; we sell scuba gear
Unidentified flyin'- I don't care who was there
Pull a stick, slide down on him like computer chairs
Aye look, my cuz came to see me in my dreams he went to Hell he said it humid there
But he also said, "Thank you", he looked up and saw his shooter there
Man, we sent him so fast they coulda took the same Uber there
E'rybody hates Surf but turn into bitches when they see me
Your best performance be against niggas that want pictures when they see me
Proving Ground like college, we know Johnny damn well
Then get up here a couple tiers and be Johnny Manziel
And if it ain't $40,000 or better then it's fuck haters
Iron Solomon, Math, Lu Castro; nut chasers
Smack don't call my phone for nothin' but paper

{Surf turns to Smack}
You want one more? I got you. Stay there

[Round 3: John John Da Don]
Brotherhood...so what? That's supposed to mean we homies now?
How the fuck we gon' be brothers when you be actin' like the only child
Am I my brother's keeper?
Satan a lie
Cain is a lie, let's see if my brother is able (Abel) to die
If I'm ya brother, why I haven't met ya mother?
I be glad to meet her
It's not your fault, that I haven't met ya daddy cause you haven't either

[Tsu Surf]
That hurt

[JJDD]
Let you tell it, we kin because of Holla, but that's lame cuz
You think I relate to ya kind cause we connected through the same Blood
Tay Roc...I see you cheerleadin'...do your thing bro
Aye, but does he show you that same level of support?
I don't think so
Is he slow? Or is he just doin' what any brother should?
Now what if I told you that your brother the reason that you no longer in The Brotherhood?
Nothing? Nothing?
So we playin', What If, right?
So What If I told you that ya brother tried to fuck ya shorty's face?
So what if it's a video with time stamps and recorded dates
That'll be a crime scene, yeah, that should get the story straight
Cause then you'll have the visual, see a Surf and Caution tape
Do you even have any real friends besides Qua?
Who else knows the Wave true colors? It is I Qua
He found the bitch that put you on and all you do is throw him change
Shouldn't Qua see mo' doe (Quasimodo) when you didn't even know the dame (Notre Dame)
I had a hunch back (hunchback) when he battled Suge what this hoe 'bout
He rather rent a room at someone else's property than build his own house
Cause out ya own mouth you said, "If it ain't URL it don't count."
Instead of helpin' push that league in Jersey, you dubbed (UDubb) your home town?
And Arsonal? You still support this nigga? And that bothers me
He took ya money, gave you shitty performances and undermined ya league
He barely pays you homage, you can tell me if I see it wrong
But ain't it so disrespectful, to have an album titled Newark that you ain't featured on?
Can you name someone, or platform you ever helped please
When will cold matter to the Devil's Grandson?
The day that Hell freeze
He said it's like basketball then showed up with a bat
See what that tells me, your next battle should be at Gates Of The Garden
BAOW, give him LB
Rest in peace
Twork, we always in a mountain of pain, I just hate that we lost him in that water
So I'ma take it out on the Wave
Fuck ya book, fuck ya look, fuck every album you made
The It factor? That explains why Tsu would (sewer) clown on this stage
SM1, when K-Shine called you a snitch and a pedophile
I was preparin' for what to say before I got in this ring like my wedding vow
Summer Madness 2 where was you when I shut Webster down?
Let me guess, in jail somewhere battlin' for your bed and chow
Summer Madness 3 Me and JC was paid for that card
And we was bars over names, you was just a name behind bars
SM4, you had Holla, I had Verb, both was worthy fights
SM5, when I didn't let Wavy ride, it was no Surf in sight
I sat for 6 and 7, by choice, I guess I wasn't hungry
SM8, I headlined it versus Hollow in another country
I don't count Summer Impact but he was hidin' y'all
That's five Summer Madnesses to two, I defied the odds
What got me there? If it ain't my name it's most likely skill
I doubled back for SM10, right after I beat COVID, had a fight with Ill
Now we only Summer Madness 11 fuck who you got
If I've been here more than you tell me who is givin' who the shot
But no, you got everything to lose and no gain
You givin' me the shot? So I'm takin' it

[Crowd]
Close range!

[JJDD]
Cuz stop, everybody Crip until they Blood stop
Before the shot; Tsunami Surf
After the shot; Flood Watch
Just stop
You just gon' be fake all your life
Y'all wanna welcome the Wave back, hope your neighbor's polite
But please don't say "John" unless you sayin' it twice
And if you don't add "Da Don" you ain't sayin' it right

[Round 3: Tsu Surf]
Did you ever read The 49 Laws Of Power?

[JJDD]
48

[Surf]
It's not 48
See listen, the 49th law is, "You Do Not Brandish A Weapon And Not Shoot"
How these niggas survive is never a multiple choice, only decision is slide
You gotta know the ramifications when you get in that ride
You see this zipper, this what happen when you don't finish ya job
You saw an op' and didn't shoot, you a fruit, shit I gotta squeeze
Not nippin' the trouble seed in the bud is how it blossoms to a problem tree
Who pulls out a gun on battle rappers?
That's bitch shit
When the fuck did John get mad and (Madden) start pullin' out hit sticks?
You are known for pullin' out weapons, not for shootin'
I got more bids than you got classics, choppers shootin'
Let me would've been you and you Ace; doctor music
Nina blow John head in the alley; prostitution
You made a round about pullin' out a gun on a nigga, to me that was weird
Last time I pulled out a gun on a nigga, man battle rap ain't seen me for a year
I should stomp him with the brand new Timbs, the tan boot
And drop him off in Philly, you know they hate big niggas who can't shoot
The Bullpen that you used to, could've been ran by Debo, lots of queens
My bullpen was Cortez nasty, not for streams
No Loso to pray about the Bad Newz that they got the team
My bullpen was general population; ops and fiends
You bought a gun to have a gun, ain't no damage when you slide
Why you ain't shoot you big bitch?
Cause you just love handles on the side

{Some of the crowd starts yelling "3-0!" and Surf responds}

I know! Shut up! Shut up! Why you ain't- chill out, chill out. Y'all be askin' for a fuckin' third, I got one. Shut the fuck up!

Why you ain't shoot you big bitch?
Cause you just love handles on the side
It be cannons in the street, we be blammin' when we speak
Wrapped arms, I would've gave Ace bandages at least
Somebody tell me, what the fuck is goin' on?
You pulled out a gun at a battle rap event, then that event kept goin' on
I ain't come with no Simpsons schemes I really spark wit' it
It's very fuckin' simple, either he home or (Homer) or Bart get it
Why in his right mind would he be playin' wit' the locsta?
At the funeral like I give a fuck, shades wit' the loafers
Nigga, pull a gun on me, ain't no stayin' in the culture
I would've smacked Ace with the Deuce like Spades with the jokers
I rumbled in the hell hole with the God tier
You prolly been to Manhattan but you ain't never seen Time Square
Squat out in front his crib cause some bitch said John there
I see a light come on, machine cuttin' through the lawn like John Deere
Man, speakin' of Time Square, a GOAT you are not at all
I've been since 20/21, they only here to see if I'ma drop the ball
All bets is off, that's a rule when we spittin' bro
Beef wit' 'em, then eat wit' 'em? That's not an op' that's a friend bro
I mean, if I was Amin, I would've been bangin' out the window
You'd rather let Ace vent "you're a (Ventura) bitch" I really would've been hangin' out a window
These niggas rap like they ain't wrapped tight, I really mean it
Aye Ace, who walked up to you with that gun in real life and said, "You got it if you need it."
...but he a bitch
But he's a bitch, but he's a bitch, I would've killed you
You must've got that nigga rattled
Any time I offer to help with rounds, it's to win a war, not a battle
My ex keeps callin' my phone playin' Bill Collector games
That bitch fake but you....boy you faker than Bill Collector Bill Collector chain
I don't appreciate your deep threats
I'm not affected by this cinnamon beard and deep threats
Description: light skin black male (blackmail) we keep TECs (texts)
Boy, I'll pop up in his neighborhood out the blue like T-Rex
And if it ain't $40,000 or better than it's fuck haters
Iron Solomon, Math, John John, a bunch of nut chasers
Smack, don't call my fuckin' phone for nothin' but paper
3-0!