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[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