Tsu Surf vs. Tay Roc

[Round 1: Tay Roc]
Smack, look what you got him into
The grave I'ma guide him into
When you die, you better hope that you sent to that God I'm into
If God ask why I did it, I'ma say "God I meant to."
Mad it took me four years to get him I shoulda got him in two
Now you ain't movin' me with your slick talk and struggle stories
I'm nice with this and that, who goin' be trouble for me?
If i swing I'ma connect like you should hustle for me
My gang was bangin', your head was crackin' and now your blood is on me
Test Roc
Get a cracked head and a neck shot
Paralyzed from the neck down, he can't even play his Xbox
Aye! You said you wanna clothesline me?
You will get head locked, DDT'd, leg dropped and X Pac'd
There's wins under my belt you're another
I'll take the strap Sean Paul 'Make It Clap' on a buster, you're a sucker
I don't give a fuck about you or your mother
They say I'm Looney and a maniac (Animaniac) I tried to warn a (Warner) Brother
You're not a crook, think Roc is shook till your top get pushed
I'll get this bitch bagged with the strap, that's a pocket book
Floss on my block chain get snatched, watch get took
You ain't got a hard bone in your body; octopus
Serial number scratched off that's how a Glock should look
This shit freestyle, it spit 16 without the hook
I'm Harley Davidson I could show you how a chopper look
The clip drop out (dropout) it won't get to see how college look
Aye Surf, you disrespect me, no bullshit you
I'ma make you apologize then show you what a .4 give (forgive) you
Thinkin' 'bout touchin' my property? I'll mortgage you
Fuck you need to put it in subtitles or somethin'?
I said touch my property I'ma show you where the morgue get you
Fuck who you battled, stop, you facin' me
Gun Bar King nigga this Roc don't play with me
I catch your daughter on the block this is not her place to be
Then a shell raise (raze) your kid like an adoption agency
If I holler "get him" they all get him, they target him
Bullet hit the glass leave the car spinnin'
No dodgin' 'em, your head Ram on a steering wheel like the Dodge emblem
Two .9's: Nina, Nicki you can ménage (Minaj) with them
They all mention "Roc kill him. Don't let him kill you first
We love your gun bars and we hope you brought millions worth."
You will get murked
Fantastic with the Four you'll get stretched when I flame on, the thing Silver Surf
Roc is dope and anybody that test it knows
Any gun that come with a stock, we invest in those
You'll get shot in your face back of your head explode
When this burner ring it ain't on an electric stove
I said, his kid get Taken we bringing her back to Maryland
I hit Surf like "I know you want her back, what you carrying?
Send me bands or I'ma make a movie and we sharing 'em
You'll see (C) sections missing out your baby like a cesarean."
I run in his place gun on my waist when I'm airin' 'em
I'll put more space in that room then a planetarium
You gang bang what? I'm supposed to be scared of him?
I will have you and your flag hanging off a balcony like I'm proud to be an American
There's a bounty on his head what's the bread worth I'm on his block Limp-ing with a Biscuit; Fred Durst
He get pistol whipped till his head burst
This shit in my hand? From Japan, Tsunami gon' hit it head first
Light Bars!

[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
I don't need the reaction I don't need the gas I don't need none of that *clears throat*
Lets chop it up Roc
Y'all pay attention while I bag, this is now Tsu Surf on Smack 101 class
And for a small fee, y'all see, cook crack all three
You get when a Young B and Tall T
Before I leave I gotta empty this ratchet
You ain't gotta Guess what's in my jeans I'ma clap it
Old Navy guns, put a Gap up in his attic
Kenneth Cole is what Roc'll wear (Roc-A-Wear) in his casket
No subtitles at all, I ain't even tryin' to make riddles Roc
'Member I told Brixxx about that blade on that arc and saw (Arkansas)?
You don't even want that a Little Roc(k)
I mean I like your potential I don't think that you wack
I just really hate the fact that you addicted to Smack
He gave you battles back to back to back
We watched your stock rise to the ceiling
That's the same shit he did to DNA before he paid you to kill him
Wanna know how all this make you a piper?
You ain't top 5 highest paid, no Wild N' Out, no BET cyphers
No 106 & Park, but you put in all this work
Damn battling back to back to back for next to nothing don't come with no perks?
See Tay Roc the fiend and Smack the pipe
And with all them bars, we know he don't need a light
First nigga that kill him he gone, that's something we can see now
I know y'all want bars, patience, we getting Roc(k) off the glass like a rebound
But I get it Smack I get it, everybody need a shooter to sample the work when you cop shit
If you ain't got a test dummy for dummy tests you ain't got shit
Y'all know I love basketball with this I could not miss
We need a nigga to see if the white hard (Dwight Hard') then Roc it (Rocket)
You got a name dummy, you so busy trying to tell us how you cock it and pop it
Pay attention Tay, Smack rockin' ya pockets
Young Kannon, Ill Will, JC look at your past Roc
Thought you was gonna get away when them average bars, not so fast Roc
Screamin' "That's light" so we can think it's light ass Roc
Jupiter, he plant it (planet) in ya head and y'all gas Roc(k)
I bought a whole 'nother 16 that is not for the booth
Tom Shep' in playground, y'all gon' see me air Roc(k) when I shoot
Smack said, "No defense."
He get in the car I'm right there put him in the choker
Rib cage 100 times, hit him with the poker
Burn the body and the car cause help me get the nigga over
Cops looking for Roc(k) like neighborhood smokers
Think he waist deep now till' baby boy meet Melvin
I Pull up like Snoop choppers out like Welven, HA got him!
Everybody masked he don't know who shot him
Smack said "Tay" I said "easy hearse" holes in his tee look like he died in a Yeezy shirt
We potato anything for the blast, that .38 make hash browns
That .40 make mash, that trey-five-seven make fries
Close range I put coleslaw on the side
God!
So many options I could put a .9 to this nigga
Or MAC to his belly, like banana in his mouth I'ma drop a dime on this nigga
You ain't have no gun bars when you battled O-Red, I showed you what that gun do
"It's my biggest battle ever Surf appreciate ya style-" Go ahead lie if you want to
This your graduation you wanted me I ain't want you
Mastered the Art Of War how could he possible son Tsu (Sun Tzu)?
If Smack woulda told me "You ain't gettin' ya other half son get your ass the fuck outta-"
Boy them words could even fit in my mind
I woulda ran that big nose across Smack like I was hittin' a line
Hey Jesus you gave me so many things I think it's time we even the pot
A token of my appreciation whether you need it or no
A gift, in a box you should see what you got
Shit I feel like a Jew hitting Jesus with Roc(k)
Jersey

[Round 2: Tay Roc]
They all say try something new
But still again, I stick to what I know, that's kill, kill, and kill again What's in these clips ain't blanks, should I fill him in?
He get iced with a tray and a box be what you chillin' in
You fuck with 12 like afternoon, I ain't done yet
Around midnight we gon' ride out on son set (sunset)
Watch they break when son (sun) rise this one TEC
Your family mourning (morning), Tsunami gon' be the one wet
Son trip
Get on some dumb shit, fuck around buck-fifty your right cheek then switch sides like I jumped ship
I shoot up your house over one brick
He ain't wanna give up his coke so the (soda) bullet is what son kiss (Sunkiss)
I came to take your life, besides that I don't want shit
Pump like The Terminator, pistol with the drum clip
I'm dumb pissed
My shooter an alcoholic he'll lick a (liquor) shot above the rim, he flip on some bum shit
Gun Bar King by far the best flow
I snap on him, crocodile jaw then the death roll
It look like they running track when this cartridge let go
I fire the .38 like on your mark, get set, go!
Death threat, let's bet Roc could do that I'll take this G Money I am not a New Jack
I just copped a new strap
His whole top get blew back
I hit this Cat In The Hat and they gotta doctor Tsu's (Dr. Seuss) cap
I studied the test, this shit mastered
You can't Hustle me with that Jaz(z) I'm O'fficial I ain't a bitch rapper
New shit, scope custom made by Lens Crafters
The dual mag got him thinkin' that the clip backwards
And it hold around 50
Headshot docs gotta make up his mind, that shit sound picky
I bang at dog 'till the pound empty
I went to Detroit and this Shotgun ain't scared to come outta town with me
Shots fired, and you ain't save if your vest 'round
Fuck a battle everything in this clip is my best round
You'll get the first, second and next round
Boy you will lose DNA from what I'm throwin' up, that's a Chess round
Dig me?
Smack got me battling the "reach god"
Where the fuck you think you gonna get sent if I reach? God
I see him reach I reach for mine like, "What you reachin' for?"
Fuck who reaching more you getting clapped if you reach for yours
Save all that preaching for church I don't do lectures
You put on shows three for one, you being too (two) extra
I told your bitch if she knew better, she'd do better
Instead of jumping the gun I'ma just let Tsu press (suppress) her
Am I reaching?
Yup
Just for the heat to cool him off
Before he hopped in this ring he knew he lost
Them toolies draw, he laid out in the street with his kufi off
Think Chinese food, when I aim it at Tsu he sauced
Smack I'm tryna drop 30 of them out
You ever had bad luck that's what this area about
Black cats cross your path they carrying him out
Walk under this ladder, superstition will be the last thing you worryin' about
Why test me? Even the quiz knows (Quiznos) I love rivals
Catch him at the Subway he'll think he ran into some Blood rivals, When I see this meatball ima let them slugs spiral
Surf will be under turf after all of them sub-titles
That's light

[Round 2: Tsu Surf]
You said "run up on Tsu he sauce" I just bought these to look good, I guess I gotta bang one
If this cat don't get cooked this shrimp gonna get rolled back to where he came from
I get your Generals tossed (Tso) for some kid shit, hollows to his cage that's how you make rib tips
Only thing I believed in that last verse was "yo" that shit is wack
Lately Biggs ain't been his hype man, it's been this nigga Smack
But if Smack think I'ma do anything close to lose then Smack dead
Let him run when I BOW BOW! Back head
Gun still smoking, look around, "Who agree with what Smack said?"
In Tay hood where I can find Roc(k) and crack heads!
Let's get this clear, this does nothing for me
Just another pile in my funds
You got a lot of guns in your rounds
I got a lot of rounds in my guns
You got a daughter if I'm not mistaken
That's right, I catch her at the playground and do that lil bitch fresh-like
Be having bad thoughts in my mind and sometimes I hate it
Her sandals her legs shaking you can tell she won't make it
Shit come from by my knee yo (Neo), woo woo woo, now we playing Matrix
Excuse me if I don't know, but I never got caught and I pushed a lot
Will I get possession with intent to sell or murder in the first for pushing Roc(k)
Cause if I gotta do it, I'm coming with a full clip
I start airing, pow, it's about to be some bullshit
Scottie Pippen long nose, it Rose, Steve Kerr with the blower
Ask the center nigga on your block, they don't know a nigga colder
Wanna know about the G I be? Son you should see me with the Smith &
G-i-b-son, he ain't even hear me put in Gibson
I don't know too much about God but I pray when I'm with my friends
You right it's real light, why I don't respect your wins
I pull up with two judges, reverend readin' from Corinthians when it ends
Get drunk put in work to gin assist (Genesis) my sins
They say, "How he was in church if he was in the street and was a hammer blower?"
Cause Saturday night lights turn into palm Sunday morning nodding on grandma shoulder
P.S. a L will make you look bad I do you wrong bro P-s-a-l-m that's Psalms bro
I don't know how I get here, but it's my favorite place
I'll bow your head boy you better say your grace
They put the "Gun Bar King" against a nigga that really caught hommies
This might be my biggest stage ever, fuck it apologize to the mommies
I still got residue on my hands from the shotty
It's crazy Tay I still see bodies
So when you think about your bodies you get Ill Will, JC, and DNA playback
I get BEEP BEEP BEEP and I can't say that!
It's time to ride man I'm tryna make him do a semi
After I'm done leave he got 21 from the jimmy
And y'all told me, "Come with a full clip"
Rodman, Dunleavy, Jimmy, he still ain't catching the Bull-shit
You ain't have no gun gestures when you battled Suge
I showed you how that TEC pop
You ain't have no gun gestures when you battled O-Red
I showed you how that TEC pop
Fathered your flow and smack his mother like abusive step pops
Nigga, this my second round and you won't get a round Roc
Nah them Goonies coming through I send them 'round Roc
Fuck who 'round Roc, we rock whoever around Roc
And if I gotta ride or somethin', all black disguise or something
Timbos, cargos, mask with a .9 or somethin'
You gonna need God, hidin' tips from Saddam or somethin'
Freddy Gray that boy gonna die for nothin'
Was it too early for that? Probably
Fuck it semi, sprayed the K
Named it "Freddy" he gon' get 50 Shades Of Grey

[Round 3: Tay Roc]
Pushover me, what makes you think Roc'll let you?
I'm way more bolder (boulder) what makes you think Roc(k) a pebble?
You got followers, views, that shit will not protect you
It was only so long that he could hide (Hyde) like Dr. Jekyll
I gotta check you, you flex then I gotta stretch you
My arsenals (Arsonal's) a new AR and a K they thinking Roc the Rebel
I used a Shotgun, buck shots spread hittin' Surf, Shotgun, Red the rest rock the Rebel
I aim at you and who standing with him
Read between the lines we don't fuck with bacon so the (soda) Arm & Hammers kill him
Run up on me the cannon with him I do vandalism
Pistol whip til this man is getting an aneurysm
You talk shit like the flavor good
'Til I'm strapped on your block like, "Suck my dick sucka I'm in your neighborhood!"
All that shit you was talking quiet down
Cause if you really want it to be more (Bmore) I'll start a riot now
How that sound?
Fuck that why you try me you gonna kill yourself tryna kill me that's a kamikaze
I have it to where you missing, Jersey can't find Tsunami
We put him where some nigga surfin' gon' find the body
They ask how do I prepare my rounds?
These shits witch crafted
I put a blade straight cross your face then zig zag it
I be strapped with an auto and semi-auto I mixed matched it
These shits Precious and Mo'nique these my big ratchets
I be ridin' with the ammo seventeen .38s, I'll give you all the shots you possibly can handle
We mob in all black but we don't try to be Sopranos
I'm in the cut low-key like the left side of the piano
All I do is order hits my shooters coming to lift the barrel
And you can't weave this here (hair) cause it ain't meant to curl
That chrome Nina a pretty girl the grip is pearl
Every shot I send bad (Sinbad) I'll put you in A Different World
Money droppin' dimes out of pocket
My boys will out him, pennies in the clip copperheads your boy's a problem
This my favorite nickel piece I'll tell you more about him
I'll come to his Residence (Resident) Evil this shit will knock quarters out him
His death? I'll prepare it fuck this nigga thought
You gon' get me flame and go when I lift and spark
I stretch a nigga out, forensics go and get the chalk
No Eagle on me I'll take this bird shit with the Hawk
Flex, I'll have him kissin' the arms like Buff Bagwell
If I grab the mallet what's going be left next to this crab? Shells
See how every bar beatin' him up?
Even my Old Bay (old bae) told me this crab ain't seasoned enough
I keep it a buck
I'm who family picked to battle you
I will battle everybody in your family pic' then battle you
Never have a problem in a state that I travel to
I come out the crib with the baby toy and it rattle too
I'm mad at you
And duckin' me is what they usually do
I keep cats running like the sign on the Puma shoe
You shoot at me I shoot back the feelings mutual
L will have you on I.V. for the right numeral
Feel me?
I ran down on his clique with the MAC-11
2,3,4,5,6- I missed .9 but one ate 7 (187)
You gon' beat me?
Still niggas lyin'!
Tell you like I told the others I don't feel niggas rhymes
Who he foolin' with them steel gripping lines?
Fucking with me you get smacked, we on real nigga time

[Round 3: Tsu Surf]
I guess it's time for me to be the hitman, another hallelujah
I had some great shit too, but I ain't know if Freddy or Krueger
We coulda did this in any state, Maine, Iowa, Jersey, Dakota
Kansas, Wichita, I know y'all thinking silly shit
But that's code for a "body" let me tell you what it really meant
The main reason I took this, I owe a body to Jersey, and with that this nigga die
The coat will be Kansas if I want you in a suit with your tie (Wichita)
I was gonna take the Free Willy route, that's jump over Roc(k)
But you been doin' ya number I'll admit you got colder Roc
To say you ain't watch me to get better, you'd be a damn liar
Steel sharpens steel but still it's a difference from cold and vampire
Reese cup sized holes them Glocks will come out
Ain't nothing candy 'bout me I should Pop Roc(k) in his mouth
Glock make Roc cartwheel and that's a flip
I'll put Roc(k) in a bag for the cash and that's a flip
Or Roc(k) get sent to the sky what's that? A NASA flip
You think you better than Rajon, you out your mind Tay
I be feeling like Parsons when I squirt
I'm thinking take son, tie son and throw him in the dirt
Fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or something?
Rajon, Monte, Parsons, Tyson, Dirk, I'm out my mind bro you got no shot surrounded by my shooters; Rondo
I heard he was sleepin' on Surf, crazy that's a dying dream
Scar your face hold your seed to the animals; Rafiki in Lion King
It look like a construction site, wrecking balls, office, long steel beams over there, bulldozers to push Roc(k)
Fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or something?
Wanna wreck and ball fists, long steel beams, over bull those will push Roc(k)
All you hear is BLAOH when we saw Tay
Pump shaved a bit, saw Tay, wanna play a game?
Cool, Saw, Tay
Cops find him cooking in his blood, sautéed
I catch Roc with his bitch, "What you doing round here?"
Close range, face shot, let a round flare
Blood brains splash on her brown hair
Then Wrestlemania, Tay boo (table) get a ladder while the crowd cheer
You was lookin' like a fool tryna' tuck a whole shotty?
Boy I was looking like Pecci tryna' trunk that whole body
Go ahead swing I'm not for pushing
Kill the house burn the crib cops SMELL that Roc(k) is cookin'
I ain't glorifying drugs, ain't saying you should be clappin' things
But who you hurt? What you sold? Nigga your jacket clean
What you bagged up? Tell us about your best flip, who you really shot?
You ain't never wet shit! Your clip drop when you was done?
You ever heard the TEC spit boy we could flip his jacket inside-out; Fresh Prince

{Surf cuts his round short}

Jersey