Main event of NOME X.

Tsu Surf is able to get Loaded Lux back out to battle.

They times agreed to were:

1st round: 6 minutes

2nd & 3rd rounds: 5 minutes

This is how it actually looked when the battle was… Read More [Round 1: Tsu Surf]

As the river flows, so goes the salmon

The good brother Jay-Z said

"There's a little nigga somewhere right now eatin' a bowl of Apple Jacks

And in between eatin' the Apple Jacks he writin’ raps and he want my spot."

You should've felt that

Johnathan John, John

I used to think y'all was battlin' on the roof

All the rumors, niggas jumpin'

Only Mortals bleed when it's combat (Kombat)

You see it's them, and then the others

He probably thinkin', "Surf. Lil' bro."

Boy I was watchin' you since I was splittin' lunches."

Now a days I keep some schemes, wordplay

Them double entendres in abundance

I couldn't wait to get in Johnny Cage to start splittin' punches

Y'all God get nailed to a cross like soon as we cross him

Crucifixion, new razor, gut 'em like a fish or rip Johnny Gills with this New Edition

The difference between this and your last wars? Somethin' super different

You don't tell the truth to who need to hear the truth, you lie to who'll listen

Bein' real don't cost shit

Contradicting yourself cost a price or two

Twice my age, half my st-

Fuck would I take advice from you?

Only thing I ever considered takin'? Maybe a life or two

The pastor wanted me to get a grip

Go to church Lux? The pastor got vices too

But you and all this schizophrenic shit gon' hurt the kids

Grandma said, if a person got too many personalities, deep inside their self it hurt to live

You battled Mook dressin' as a drug dealer

Talked and moved like you do the trap

Then was Huey P versus Hollow, with a message, it was super black

12 rounds, beef and Cal (cow) pop made mistakes (mis-steaks) while movin' packs

But vegan Bruce Leroy versus Ars'- shit confusin' and super wack

You had on six t-shirts versus Clips

And it sound like you really really knew the rat

That's how innocent people get shot when they don't know who they shootin' at

Soooo

Black activist on some trappin' shit

That say that you a lost nigga if you package flip

But on stage with Bloods versus Verb, but on some pastor shit

Against usin' hollows and sippin' Actavis

But last battle used Hollow in a scheme sippin' Actavis

But everybody else a lost nigga

He even put a name to it

You know how many kids watch Hollow? Like all of his battles they bang to it

Y'all had a scheme that made it seem, Nigel was back sippin' lean

Well if the niggas with fame do it, what if a fan slip back in that Juice Wrld?

Man, that'll be plain (plane) stupid

So are you an activist?

Or did that round promote Actavis?

That's when I start fallin' back

Cause Huey P wouldn't tear down a brother if y'all was black

You got a talent, stupid, I wish we all could rap

He call it, "talkin' to a lost nigga" I call it whack

What he supposed to do when them nine applications ain't callin' back?

Everybody and got the lux-ury of callin' Smack

Starved til’ one of them jobs call, Johnny that's a sick thing

Before my daughter starve I'm in somebody's shit tryin' to flip things

I can't make a move?

I gotta make somethin' move, you know, shift things

Or hit the ese's, my holmes (Mahomes) got in the Kansas City for 15

Before battle rap was payin'

I did whatever I had to do to be a father

Rest in peace black mamba

One time for 2G's, I let 24 out a chopper

There's kids back home takin' cold showers in my fuckin' hood

Watchin' you on YouTube actin' like you got powers in ya fuckin' hood

For you to be so fuckin' smart Lux, you seem so obsolete

Like you don't know I kill niggas outta respect, boy all my ops elite

You can't feel it in ya bones

You, you wasn't there-

You ain’t runnin' in these streets, you was doin' what you was 'pose to do

You can't feel it in ya bones with death near, get close to you

Dark room, shattered heart

I'm cryin' cause I wanted blood

Somebody ever try smokin' you?

I broke the bathroom mirror I can’t

Look at me emotional

When it's time to go it's time to go

I need niggas that's gonna stand us wit' us

You told Hollow, "Stand up niggas don't lean."

Lux we leaned on some stand up niggas

Ni-

(Surf cuts his round short)

Go ‘head

[Round 1: Loaded Lux]

So for the audience that's joinin' in to watch Loaded Lux be dominant

You know there's more to battle rap when I'm rhymin' in

So I'ma just...space the bars out so you can screen the process of designin' this

Little nigga ain't fought nights (FortNite) I did

You'se a body, tryin' to out perform a computer scientist

Firin'

You gon' have trouble shootin' (troubleshooting) tryin' to plug into a situation you don't really even know why you're in (wirin')

Lyrically you outta touch but you just got the feel for this

Then I came along (a lawn) and mowed (modem) him down

Now let me bring you back online again

There's a message I'm tryin' to send

But with these settings you can't have them type conversations niggas like this able (disable) to comment in

What? You thought I was gonna come in here and positive?

You talk to motherfuckin' much man, that shit obvious

You got issues with it like a lobbyist

Now take a wild guess

Just another occupant, that couldn't cover up without me

Buildin' wit' the pen, ooooh, I'm still on top of this

Like fuck ya couch nigga

And back out on him like an ottoman

This the incompetent fool leadin' the new school?

You couldn't show a nigga the way hall monitorin'

And you got a followin'

How is this the narrative in the press page?

New era? Never!

Nigga you been in this shit longer than a decade

That's all document

What you chompin' at? No gossipin'

Skip the Face Off, rip his face off

Now, big mouth wanna watch his lip, got bustin'

All them cases, and wasn't no million dollar defense, I don't trust it

How you keep gettin' out, I don't get

Roc was just in the mix

Where was this shoot 'em up shit?

Top shotta with the grip, bitch you DJ Mustard

Yeah that solo record you got hit, you still gotta spin nigga

Cause if this is-

And you gettin' points for slidin'

Whatchu playin'? Air Hockey with them sticks?

Now that I think about it, that's makin' a lot of sense

Heard from some dudes you used to roller blade against

You was the skater kid, right?

Shotgun and Ars' told me how you got your name again

Yeah, takin' the street shit a little too out of hand

Oh you Electric wit' it, Slide on 'em

I mean your radius you was rankin' shit

Niggas 2K but you makin' this, I was thinkin' it

How the data fit?

You had me around 98%, that was 2 off, keep it 100, you think I'm sweet, I've got you covered though, I'm raisin' it

To the rim, blackin' when I put the grey thing on Raider stitch

That's Power, die cause you got in the way; Raina script

Im-Mortal in Kombat 'til that time that, heart check from Suge pushed your spirit all the way across the room; Raiden shit

No MTV, look what bein' fused with greatest get

I'm paintin' this picture to prove to all the critical dudes

Whatever one that you choose

I understand it

For the fans you got they vision confused in the original views

Where's the lyrical tools?

And I'm a mental hammer

Slammin' slanders until it chisel, chippin' off until a nigga thought patterns

Damage ya soul, dig in the wounds

You find somebody dope and you rope a rubber band around they arm and and hand them (Arm & Hammer) a syringe and a spoon

All issued with the platoon they click it and it boom

Just cause every line up you lick a (liquor) shot

Bar for bar you ain't even in the saloon, man give me some room

I get it, you bloom, but you just another lovely flower I pick

This dope how you plant it though

Cause now all the rest of papi (poppy) seeds saw you (soil) get grounded for this

We already knew this was a body

It's just the preacher got to say a few words before the ditch

Dearly beloved

We are NOT gathered here today...for bullshit

When a dead man plan that's usually a plot, right?

For the crypt, no

For the Crip, yeah

We came to see you off from the rip (R.I.P.)

Off the script, I never saw you get live but you on Live again

It's funny, I catches the time you and the guy from NWX was chimin' in

Conspirin', tryin' to spin the dialogue with the fake politics

Paint the narrative, pile of tricks for the power shift

You relyin' on lyin' against Lionz gets you laid with your alliances

See how I, pile (pal) it up for you, I mean since now y'all friends

Pause

But we from Harlem dawg

You don't jump on another nigga Wave and ride it in

This lame?

You can't reign (Rain) just cause you cry to win

I'm black Jesus, nothings changed, I'm still turnin' water into wine and men (whining men)

This shit a shame

Smack, what the assignment is?

Get the price I'm askin'

"For every nickle son (Nicholson)" I'm Jack'ed in

No question

As (axe) I come through the door

Yeah K, these the rooms I do The Shining in

Heeeere's Johnny!

And all his friends

We're not buyin' it

Had to conference him

Ya confidence was sayin' "Soldier"

That's what you sold us

And they got the one with Beyonce and them

The dance video, the camouflage and the Timbs

"I'm a 'Survivor'"

Watch niggas like this when they dolo

Not Gun Titles and them, nooo nooo

See I catch you when they be (B) solo and then you sure the Destiny Child'll end

"Lord! Why it had to be him?"

He believed in the hype from them

Surf's up

See, now you niggas is just goin' overboard with this shit

Yeah, no

Surf's up

He ain't givin' you the watered down truth

Fuck all that wild views

That don't prove you got the better rhymes

He handin' you fables

Then the plan to get disabled

Oh you signed?

Good, that provide more fans at the table

Watch you get punch drunk

He took shots, then put old Johnny in a Walker with the cane and get-

And you was just lookin' like the man on the label

Y-y-y-you know, on the bottle of Johnnie Walker it's the guy walkin' with the cane on the label

Say you niggas should really stop recording this

As I'm recalling him

Arms out, back pedalin'

I'm tryin' to show my son how to re-walk again

Man, this is already unfortunate

But I'd rather that, then me tellin' his family, "It's fatal"

His dad wasn't there, I was just standin' in one day at a time

He come into Harlem, me and I.C.E. showin' him how to lay them rhymes

You gotta stand divine

Let me think...Coronavirus event, Popeye chicken sandwiches

Naaah bro, I still got the crazier lines

What up with the state of ya moms, huh?

When you come at the mountain climbin' on Roc(k) line

These niggas make me tickle

When you tag the team but that jazz (Jaz) they rappin' ain't official (O'fficial)

Look, look, look Roc, here's the game plan, nigga I ain't playin' witchu

{Beasley calls time on Lux}

[Loaded Lux]

He gon' Jersey outta this one

I be he would choke

Yo...go 'head go 'head go 'head

Yooo

[Round 2: Tsu Surf]

Mere fuckin' mortal, you ain't no savage, stop it

I hope this pussy got nine lives

Who I'm kiddin' (kitten) this finna be cat-astrophic

The eyes of the soul usually holeless, you'd hate the view

Who said they'd want him in the grave like Liam Neeson?

Man, they soul will get Taken 2 (too)

I came to talk to Lux to talk to Lux

I can't respect it if it made to me

If anybody else try to pop out I swear to God I'm taking three (Taken 3)

I remember you sayin' word for word I was better than them lions then

Now Mr. Miyagi can't respect Daniel-san made a penthouse out of the Lionz Den

It's like everybody you preach to, you lie to 'em

Fraudin' on these cards like the rules to apply to him

Who you checkin' or savin'? I got a receipt sayin' I account for a lot of 'em

I can't bank on these reality checks or deposit 'em

The only nigga to survive Loaded, Clips and Hollow and a loaded clip with hollows

Brand new double revolvers

Twin spinners, captain of the Lost Niggas, nigga

My friends sinners

My handle Irving, Plaza on my back like Kyrie about, ten winners

Yeah it's cool to be Loaded, but if you point and don't shoot you Ben Simmons

Fuckin' vulture

I hate everything about you and that fake smile

You Loaded Lux the architect of this place? How?

Everybody ain't from the 3-1-3, where I'm from you get shake down

Before we made URL famous, you was only famous cause you ate Miles (8 Mile)

You came to URL when it was hot, nigga you wasn't made wit' us

Before the whips, before the chain, you ain't slave wit' us

Everybody know the backhand big, the fine print say, "the grave bigger."

Keep shovelin' for gold pussy, we only respect grave diggers

You got it confused, let's get somethin' straight

You started the game I added the Euro, up to date

Wanna be God? I will send you home, stay in ya fuckin' place

Never say behind your back what I can say in ya fuckin' face

You, Mook, the reason that man sold a couple DVD's in a couple states

Me and my top tier peers, we made the numbers fluctuate

Actin' like you bleedin' in the ring for this culture

You a wrestler, by the time you wanted to play "King Dictionary" we was already sellin' out Webster

Arsonal most viewed battler ever, if you do it that's how you 'posed to

Hitman, Con', Clips, they brought TV to the culture

I got 'em thinkin' battlers can make music

Sold out shows, signin' posters

You wasn't with us shootin' in the gym, but come around tryin' to coach us

In weird ass outfits and ya loafers

We caught all the kills and still left somethin' for the vultures

I told Smack he can multiple sums if he subtract the bad cattle

The difference is, he cool

You? We just glad to have you

The bite worse than the hiss, you pay attention to the rattle

I divided blocks for a fraction of what I get for these battles

So what's the problem?

Last nigga tried to give me some work, we robbed him, then shot him

The lost niggas I bodied remain lost 'til the cops find 'em

Can't put me under your Speed Stick

Beat it

The holster where I keep it

Holdin' 30 on a Degree, but somethin' in this arm ain't a Secret

Neither is what I do to you

If DNA can clap the machete, I can spray the Axe, there be Doves at your funeral

Check my resume, I'm certified I got all my stripes

Oh you ain't heard I bodied older (body odor) niggas all my life

Wood grain grip, split his head with mahogany

Dip or catch a Big Bang; astronomy

One shot, two shot, by the time I hit ten, 11th book; Deuteronomy

Alpo

Black Panther, I wish that shit'd stop

Every other battle contradiction is a different prop

I'm fightin' life battles, these battles, not hittin' ops

The judge said my homie would come home when pigs fly

We tried to hit a cop

I can tell by your name where you from

You around it but you don't really know it

My homie died with his gun on his hip and it was loaded

They say anything in battle cause it's battle rap

Call me a "rat" in real life and I'm shootin' lead

I'll a leave (Aleve) you where we left the last

We'll peel (pill) on anybody that said "Tsu the Feds" (Sudafed)

Why say "been a drill" (Benadryl) when you know the drill?

We 'bout stuff

Home makeovers, flip the house up

Lil' niggas, they get high off Percocets and that clout stuff

Just point 'em to the next kill and fed 'em mean (amphetamine) bags to keep they mouth shut

If trappin' took care of the crib, I don't care if niggas agree wit' me

I know the cons, but I be pro fiends (Ibuprofen) then they'll keep feedin' me

That was probably drugged out, sometimes I be stretchin' it

I'm just tryin' to show I can line a pen (Klonopin) with the best of 'em

[Round 2: Loaded Lux]

I won't even spit my third verse

Tell me you got caught up in the hype with this

Tell me you didn't expect this to get to the height that it did

I'll even go for, "Big bro, you COVID hit, shit got slow

Wasn't no nights gettin' gigs

You know I like to pretend with this life that I live."

Oh nigga just tell me

And I'll tell you what I might forgive

Damn Surf...and I'm a nigga that's gonna fight for the kids

You know, every time I see you on your Live and you vent

You remind me of when I first met you and you was nothin' to me but a fan of the live event

Still havin' problems with insecurities

You remember the problem...with security

You was a little more shier then

I gave them the Wave

[Lux looks to the crowd]

Yeah nah...he's- he's good. Yeah he's good

Nigga I try to help when I can

It's who I am

You know, I look at life in synchronicity and not serendipity so you're able to see the signs and it's symbolic when

I peep the state society in and now it's when the Wave went to go against the grain?

How ironic, this would explain

Why we in this change of environment

Oh it's all synonymous

The fact that less is more

So you Andre The Giant then, right?

And a big stage ain't nothin' but a WWF cage you put a bunch of fake fighters in

All the Madness is at an Ultimate high again

In spite of it, yeah, I gave you the play guide

Not for you to get around the rest of these little niggas and play God

No more play time

Days are numbers on a Jersey

Nigga who thought he was season is over

It's ya last dance to crossin' Jordan

Say, why is (wise) these niggas with no intelligence think they A.I

It's artificial, whatever he sell you

"You don't know about goin' to jail"

You tryin' to compare goin' in and out of cells to a nigga at a whole 'nother cellular level

The devil a lie!

My mother was in pain

You wanna speak to the inmate, press 9

[Surf]

Classic

[Lux]

I wasn't impressed by it

A nigga throwin' a party at the prison and puttin' his mother on the guest line

And yet y'all ooh'd and aah'd

And I'm confused like, "Why is this even cool to y'all? To watch a nigga's stressed moms."

This nigga's a flunky man

You don't drill, you just get caught keepin' steel

You'se a gummy, man

And they labelled the Boy Bad, but really what did he (Diddy) do

You've got to dance Puffy!

You swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?

Smack, check ya dawg (dog)

He out here sayin', "Surf ain't never scared."

Yeah I hear, you don't tuck your tail at all

Grown man shi-

You really gotta solidify your position

Like, why is niggas even out here thinkin' you might've been snitchin'?

Is it cause "allegedly" you turned a life sentence into a light sentence?

Fuck, I gotta put it in subtitles or somethin'?

You gave a light sentence to avoid a life sentence

Well you know they say Ah di Boom was writin' this nigga's lyrics

Ohh, that's the part that got me kinda suspicious

Then you decided to get wit' a label

Under the table, low key, you might as well be signed to the system

When the company heads of it with hedge fundin' invest money into the privatizing of prisons

We ain't gotta guess cousin, of who's side is you wit' then

I look at your message youngin'

Kill niggas

Get high

You got shot

You see the vibe you is sendin'?

Type of rhetoric that's helpin' with multiplying convictions

It's a science to this shit, but right I be forgettin'

"We don't wanna hear that bullshit Shareff"

[Surf]

Not at all. Facts

[Lux]

Right

Then next week you gonna tell me how you rappin' so you can get up out the streets

You know what I'ma mind my business

Well make up your mind then little nigga

How many "Free Surf" shirts it's gon' take for you to finally get it

But mind you I get it

You tryin' to protect everything you got in this image

We from the same place

But you wanna come up in here makin' excuses of why you not makin' wiser decisions

And all the while you play ignorant

My son gotta dodge his condition

And I don't see the difference from a nigga like you and a cop puttin' his knee on his neck squeezin' the air outta his existence

Ahhh maaaan!

Not to mention all that police brutality was goin' on

Where was all the sticks that you got?

I bet' not hear another motherfuckin' gun bar from none of y'all gang niggas if it ain't gettin' at S.W.A.T

What?!

Oh, you never heard of it?

You-you say you a gangsta

You say you gotcha gat

You say, "rat-a-tat-tat...TAT"

I never heard of it

Surf just kill yaself

Rest in peace to Khalid Muhammad

It's like y'all forgot

How you don't look at cops and see ops (C-ops)?

But you ask him it's, "I'm just tryin' to get to this chicken"

Arroz con pollo

One track at a time, right?

"Yeah holmes"

We just gotta know his loco motives

Next they gon' tell you what ballad we should vote

Nigga you was only at a rally with them folks cause you had an album to promote

All loud, show steppin'

Fuck a march nigga

I get in this ring and do the protesting (pro-testing)

URL called me up talkin' 'bout, "Lux-"

[Beasley calls time]

Awww man

[Round 3: Tsu Surf]

15 puttin' food on my mother table, shouldn't have been my business

But watchin' my mother struggle, I had to get out and get it

Locked up, detention centers turn into prisons

Judge said I could be locked up with content

"Your honor I don't know what that mean."

She put it in a sentence

I heard a judge say-

I heard a white judge say, "It ain't in God's hands. You go to prison when your honor ready."

Type to go to jail, turn god body for protection and 5% of his commissary

I don't wanna hear 'bout bein' no boss nigga when you the type of nigga I boss

E'ry other battle is "lost niggas"

I'd rather worry 'bout niggas I lost

{Surf bring it back 9 bars to the top of his round}

15 puttin' food on my mother table, shouldn't have been my business

But watchin' my mother struggle, I had to get out there and get it

Locked up, detention centers turn into prisons

Judge said I could be locked up with content

"Your honor I don't know what that mean."

She put it in a sentence

If you ain't never been lost then save your two cents, bottom line

I be where the lost niggas at cause there's a couple mothafuckas that I gotta find

Judgin' me cause I'm from a war zone, there's war home, we can't move without 'em

Last Joker we caught on a Dark Knight Heath Ledger, we made a movie out him

Your mother still wanna know what you gonna do wit' ya life

Battlin' once a year for a career ain't the coldest

She only gettin' older

So much power in knowin' I could load this and take a load off her shoulders

I'm learnin' you battle rappers ain't never seen shit

Just write down whatever fit the situation and you scream shit

You really wear suits to these battles

Playin' with these people in these caskets

It was always a battle puttin' on them suits

I hated seein' them people in them caskets

Every time I look in this snake eyes I wanna shoot him in his open eye

Grip tight, trick dice

If we the ones rollin' then Loaded die

{Surf stumbles and starts to bring his round back 25 bars before picking up where he left off}

Can't tell me about bein' no lost nigga when you the type of nigga I boss

E'ry other battle a "lost niggas"

I'd rather worry 'bout niggas I lost

...My little cuz was playin' ball but he play-play too

The ops caught cuz lackin' after A.A.U

It's like shit went backwards after cuz got popped

They said they heard, "You! Aye! Aye!" then never had a shot

We was thinkin' NBA, 6 feet at 17

But he died over C's (seas) you can rush a (Russia) mother to her stroke

Bury that baby six feet at 17

The killer got killed before we got a chance to kill him

What a bother

When you can't even the score you just gotta credit karma

Meditation and mountains how you get up in ya zone?

My last time in them mountains I was wishin' I was home

But his words so intricate, compelling, deep

Boy I'm right out my brain, new Dillinger

I'll Blow Johnny Depp right out his brain

You said, "Harlem hospital givin' beds out"

That's usually what happen when the hammer dance

Where I'm from you die on the ground or a stretcher in the ambulance

They hidin' we seek 'em, tag him in his head

Hospital bed? Where we play, don't come back until he dead

Loaded alone, I send the goons, go in his home

Cut a leg off, skin his face, open his dome

Try to break the blade off when it go in his bone

Jack knife, Razor's edge, I'm goin' Ramon

And you separate the body, each pallbearer gotta carry a Load of his own

Big shoe

Nobody on the Planet fit in this (Fitness)

I'm cut different

MVP Giannis countin' Euros

The Buck different

DNA on the machine?

You wipe the shit down when you done wit' it

My shooter had the best rounds I ever heard, I felt 'em, but somethin' different

That last kill I caught in real life, I can't understand how his family hated me

I heard they wanted him closer to God, I figured they'd be thankin' me

{Surf cuts his round short}

Jersey

[Round 3: Loaded Lux]

They dropped the ball puttin' you on this card wit' me

This shit declinin'

It's been a hip hop breaching contract with the client

Rappers givin' rappers the license to care about doin' everything else, but rhymin'

You may wanna sue (Tsu)

You just wanna perform

But in what forum

When the crowd can't do it for him...not in this form

I don't know what neighborhood he been through

But this Beloved hood

The block party where street niggas shouldn't be barricading the route

To tell the truth

If I look over the rail and you can't meddle (metal) with me puttin' together bars

Well let's guard, dawg (dog)

You on the fence about it, I was already comin' outta the gate for your roof

Save me the, "Thanks for the loot!"

Your hospitalable, y'all will get that soon

Ain't that right Surf?

You know all about bein' patient with rooms

Take it you do

Have faith and you grew

But battle rap is the new hustle

The kingpin had to wait on his mule

And I make sure you was nothin' but an 8 Ball on the corner pocket

With the stick tryin' angles (triangle) tryin' not to get chalked through your queue (cue)

We ain't in the same pool

You turned into a bikini model

You see we all had to shoot, you went and got cute

Nigga you PUSSY

I guess anybody with balls [?] but not on queue (Q)

Bishop, what about the Juice?

This an abortion kid

I'm cuttin' you off as I was fast forwardin' through the 'Tube

Lookin' at the dash bored (dashboard) like, "This can't be the speed I'ma cruise

Shit a crash course

You was the NASCAR and I the fuel

I see what all the gas for, nigga you on fumes

Maybe that's why he asked y'all for the pullover

And I can't rest stop and think

Oh, now I gotta fix the nigga who claim he got all the power tools

Breakin' down soon

Is son (sun) outta his roof?

How else you gonna get out on me kiddie?

He locked in baby

Kiddie? Locked in?

The way Smack set up this child, proof

You can't handle this

Why you think I had to open up the door for you?

This shit's scandalous, man

This 30 I'ma doo rag him, no strings attached when you know it's a wrap, but he couldn't even tie this

Look what cousin combin' the block but wasn't brushin' up on the sides get

Silver linings

You misread the goal and blew it

It was all in ya head that they colored you bad

Well it's a good day for dyin'

I'm still firin'

Beyond the best

You lose battles but win the popularity contest

It's gotta be addressed

This ain't nothin' but a dead man gettin' suited

Whatchu 'bout a gentleman's 30?

Yeah I gotchu

Custom

Up to the neck

Don't ask Surf how he feel about battle raps, he in here with me, ain't he?

Aw man, a nigga love it to death

Boo!

Scary nigga

You gettin bodied losin', just like a ghost, invisible cloak

You can act like you started with SMACK

Niggas know the heart of battle rap, wrap ribbons and bows around your gift and presented it like a host

Your mission a hoax

You trace, copy then paste the blueprint that I wrote

You know why you can do numbers and talk digital scrolls?

It's sorta how the pryamid grows

It's all knowledge

See at the base column it's a lot of people at the bottom

But yeah it gets slimmer as it goes

What you did? Summer Madess 1, right?

Then after that, "You Gon' Get This Work" the biggest of quotes

I had the whole industry sendin' me tweets via Twitter with notes

Kendrick and Cole, I even got Jigga to post

Best Flex freestyle EVER!

Comparin' ya I-95 shit is a joke

You wrote a book?

I am the book, nigga

You can't change history bro

The moral of the story is...my body of work nigga will BODY ya work

Stop confusing a bunch of activities with results

You makin' money don't make you a man

You can have millions and ya spirit be broke

But niggas will know

When this same ole' Crip you niggas thought was Rainbow Six

Turns out to be Tekashi at the end of the road, nigga

I am a prisoner revolt

I'm tryin' to crack the cell wall and get to ya soul and dig in the vault

Oh you can get you some votes

Nigga I can give you the volts

From the infinite

Field

Now a nigga feels when I push they inner will (wheel) to the rim when I spokes

Streets ain't give you nothin' back but a hard time little bro

Nigga own up

Shit funky

But you gon' look at me and turn ya nose up

I guess you just gon' keep up this persona

Like the news do with the Corona

Fully Loaded

They tried to jump the gun

First Surf threw, the contective punch

He set up to punt

I got pregnant with joy

I felt the shit he be kickin' is just a bump

I've got another son

Punk you'se a warm up

I've got somethin' else in the oven bun

And it's about to see the daylight (Daylyt)

Yeah baby

You've been pushin' for this

And you gon' get it in the months to come

......Little nigga you still here? Whatchu want?

{Beasley calls time}

This ain't no babysitters club

You a waste of my motherfuckin' time...

{Lux starts laughing about being cut off for the third time}

I had one more line nigga