[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
I said f** Surf, I know who y'all want to see me against
And most think I can't match his wits, he had a wish
And it was d**h, like Charles Bronson action flicks
I know weapons and who manufactured it
Your arms don't look right to a bomb covered in uranium 236
And that's the sh** we hit Iraqis with
But corporations play like philanthropists
That's why I'm dressed like this
‘Cause through the war they profit ma**ive chips
See, wait, wait, wait, let me chill
‘Cause everybody that raps like this choke like Lux or Canibus
It got disastrous in Los Angeles, and for that nut a** old head?
Let's save it for Summer Madness then
I said shout my n***a Lyt
He said, "These battle n***as, a lot of 'em will front."
I know y'all think I wasted bars and those probably for Lux
But I can push Tsu aside
‘Cause I knew this was a body from the jump
But he say he the best n***a in Jersey
Well, if I k** him, his n***as won't have to team up
Now they should be on they toes like a ballerina
Once they boss get the MAC and nina
Instead, they was like a soda I left in back of freezer
‘Cause the rest ended up flat, even though I capped the leader
But he the best n***a in Jersey, he hell and he raw
Well, Surf gonna get that title waved
And even see shells for sure
He don't swim inside when fishes glide, he shrimp and fries
I'm cool by the water; Mr. Hyde
Mixed with Denzel in Crimson Tide
I'll lift the 9, hit his moms, he'll be electrified and petrified
I won't sympathize while you sit and cry
And watch your sister die
I mean Surf ain't no thug to me; this chump Suzie'll sue me
On Judge Judy for bills, like Doug Flutie
I mean, your last battle, they should've hung up pictures of you everywhere; you lost, dog
Conceited beat you using all punchlines
And you was a lost cause
All he rapped about was his Taurus and Mustang
And those are all bars, but try to focus and move forward
Or you'll be another n***a that Con tore
Erase everything I said out y'all memory, f** it
I want to do my original introduction
I said I spent most of last year in a holding cell
Giving 'em MAC's and revoke my bail
I went from having my own clothing line
To wearing matching clothes in jail
I used to battle for love, the aspirations, the hopes to sell
But now, I'm just up here rapping ‘cause I'm broke as hell
Nah, nah, nah, I got a little cake, you got some cake?
I got some change in this b**h
Said they was bringing a b**h named Tsu
I was like, "Cool… I'ma make it rain on that b**h!"
Y'all peep that? Y'all see what I'm tryna do?
You see how I got this crowd for you?
You see that money surrounding you?
New York, I just turned URL into Sue's Rendezvous
You look like one of them clean dirty n***as
Hold up, let me get a whiff and sh**… n***a, you smell like you've been running errands, doing a whole list of sh**
Boar ham hocks and chitlin grits
Old drawls, fish and chips, coleslaw mixed with sh--
Ain't this a b**h…no, that's a question, ain't this a b**h?
Well, cool, here's a tip, someone tell that b**h to strip
I said, he just want this little change
And a little name and a little fame, like Billy Danze
Well, my n***a, you do ya thang, I don't hate when you spittin'
But your rebu*tals are horrible
So do us a favor, go straight to your writtens!
[Round 1: Tsu-Surf]
I said, I like that line about your fit, it kinda go with how you dress: Camouflage, 'ARMY'
This AR on my hip make it easier to go across his chest
But, I'm the reason Hitman Holla ain't k** 'em
But I had to pay him like three to five
The contract said f** him up, but bring him to me alive
I reviewed the game tapes, my last response I
Could've saved some f**ing money
‘Cause you can't send a kid to do a man's job
But H-O-L-L-O-W, how you got your name?
Nah, Arsonal beat your a**. In other words, you ate yo' L on the low; that's how you got your name
Sometimes you gotta swallow a loss to stomach getting better
I know that's a pill you don't want to digest
But my question is why I'm the Jersey n***a you want try next?
Gloves and a mask, out the Jeep with that thing low
I know he Hollow, but I pray I see Nigel to let that thing go
Lightsabers and some-- you see a beam, then that thing blow
Out the Jeep it start to drizzle, they tell it was a Durango
f** I need to put it in subtitles or somethin'?
Out the Jeep it starts to drizzle
Ain't no telling where the rain go
A thirsty n***a in the club; I'm tryin' to hit everything standin'
It got a kickback when it shoot
So when it aim, you gotta slant it
With your life, crawl for it
Trying to see the gates then access granted
On the block with something DeAndre size
One word to explain that night: Brandon
Your mom probably was a who*e
And your daddy didn't love her
Kids by another n***a, so your brother wasn't your brother
Walk up in her room dumpin'
Shooting straight through the cover
I felt just as bad as your father, puttin' a hollow in your mother
And I don't wanna hear about how I ain't got no wins and whatnot. Battling Tsu, 4th quarter; that's a tough spot
I hate you and that whole f**ing cult, that sh** must stop
I learned you just a backup for Andrew, chasing Lux spot
And how you trying to box with a n***a
With the devil's footwork and God reach
Ray Lewis; wish I could get that line back
But the last thing he got was a ring after that God speech
I'm at his door, knock-knock
"Nigel, why you wanna f** with me?"
Shawn Carter; I ain't gotta find where he f**in' be
Bars, got some. s**er, not one. You mad then pop, son
Victim, got one. Give him my stocks ten
They think I'm from Da Jungle, but I'm not, son
Rest in piece, Tall T; his last battle'll be a shotgun
If it was really Loyalty Over Money
GrindTime'll still be an up and running league right now
You, Con, Cort, DNA, and a couple other n***as
All playing for a different team right now
I mean, with them names
GrindTime would still be afloat with your bum a**
And Smack ain't gonna do sh** but stand there and smile
‘Cause he get paid off your dumba**
You was battling Illmacs and Okwerdz and Pa**wurdz
Rhyming ventilators, using generators, using mad words
Then come to the URL and everybody "snow dat"
Snow what? Them weirdos f** with you, but so what?
I had a threesome with Karma and d**h
In them graveyards you'll find plenty bodies
And if this MAC hit his hat
He'll have enough cap room to sign anybody
I'll bring some tape, a rope, zip ties and a swammy
Since he loyal to his homies, we gonna go and get his family
If I break this scheme down he gon' say he can't stand me
But it'll get ugly, no crime seen, they'll see us out in Miami
f** I need to put it in subtitles or somethin'?
It get ugly, no, crime scene; that's CSI: Miami
The way NY battling looking, if y'all was the Heat, fine
None of y'all be LeBron. But it's cool, no worries, I'll tag 'em
Clips'll be Wade. DNA, Bosh
He ain't battle in two years, the roster shouldn't have him
Rex, Allen. Shine, Lewis. Math, Birdman
Con could be Chalmers, and you Don is Haslem
Cortez the n***a by the Gatorade
The team ain't really want that pick
On the bench, like, "If that was me I would've dunked that sh**"
And when I signed that contract, that meant that it's over
Anybody else I ain't named'll be sitting next to Spoelstra
Smack said "You want the Don?" I said "Hollow? Clown."
I mean back then he was cool, but let's talk about Hollow now
You got some bark, but that's not how a hollow sound
My hitman'll treat your d**h like he was battling John John
That means we know he using some hollow rounds
[Round 2: Hollow Da Don]
Let me tell you about this b**h Tsu
You know what this b**h do? Let another n***a pimp Tsu
Smack him too hard and get his pimp suit
Let me tell you about this b**h Tsu
You know what this b**h do?
Let another n***a be his big homie ‘cause he 6'2
Let me tell you about this b**h Tsu
You know what this b**h do?
Battle me even though he gon' lose, it's for the big views
I'm sharp, it's off with his head, I'm sharp, it's off with his head
Should I say it again, Tsu?
I said, any of y'all n***as touch the Don, you hit
Touching me ain't worth going through the harsher sh**
Bombs get sent, moms get bent, arms get lift
I mean Tribe Called Quest, and Kanye West
I'm just trying to make him think about the consequence
And what's that talk like you gonna jump me in a minute?
n***a stop, I'm chicken pox; if you touch me you gon' get it
Anytime it's in open invitation, you can come to a n***a hood
My address is 1922…I wish a n***a would!
I said you right, R.I.P. Tall T, but f** that n***a Suge!
I'ma tell you why later, but for now it's gonna get---
I said, let me tell you about this b**h Tsu
You know what this b**h do?
Tell the fans he was in Detroit with that thing on him, but n***as like me that was in the D don't believe that sh**'s true
Y'all wanna hear what sh**'s true?
Aight, so let me tell you about this b**h Tsu
I said him and his n***as was in front of Calicoe mom's shop
Pourin' up, he wanted to smoke
He hopped in his man's rental car, he was rollin' up
I mean n***as is loud so of course cops showin' up
His man peep before they was slowin' up
Threw the burner in the car with Surf, then throws it up
This n***a go and grab the sh**, you know he dumb
I'm lying? No bail money, Smack, let's just say he owe you one
It's funny Shotgun didn't give a f**
You ain't even care the amount
Damn, you was locked like Pac
But Suge wasn't there to bail you out?
I mean and he the reason you did that
You dissed a dead legend – you a flunky, you a geek
And your other n***a, he a s**a, yeah, he weak
He said "f** Surf!" and threw the thumper on the seat
So not only am I questioning your judgment
Now I'm questioning your chief, ‘cause you said it yourself: "You only as real as the company you keep"
But since his man gave him the charge
He's been on the low, dodging imprisonment
Hoping it gets better playing Chris Webber
Trying to forget that time out in Michigan
I don't need y'all to look at me crazy, like I'm telling something
‘Cause when he said he was in Detroit
With that thing on him, he was dry snitchin' then
I'm doing the opposite, I'm telling y'all he's innocent
He's innocent…he's innocent…
And I really feel bad for my n***a
‘Cause everybody call Surf a snitch, I don't be playing with it
Well, I might do the same, but get a little more creative with it
See, the streets is like the highway when you ride through
So know your limits and don't go over
You'll see them lights flashing behind you
Hold up, let me rewind, cool?
Streets is like the highway so I'ma ride too
You told so pay since you crossed
Or the cops gonna have to find you
I still got 6 crackin' to make him turn true blue
With 5 poppin', lot of blood gonna be leaking out of Tsu, WOO
I wanted to be on the the next one, but I respect my Crip cats
Them lines was so good I had to bring the sh** back
And shoutout to everybody
That rep they city, they region… that's that
But Queens been running all you battle n***as, ask Smack!
[Round 2: Tsu Surf]
You could cook raw fish on my block; we the greasiest
And you see that n***a standing right there
Right there him… It's cool
It's good he ain't do it, ‘cause gullible n***a's easiest
But debatables, wins, losses
I got cla**ics, I did it for the money
Anybody say Surf ain't got bars
Hella million views and k** a dude is a dummy
Your delivery… sometimes his bars never too crazy
When I try to think cla**ics it gets fuzzy
Your last time going hard was my first time ever on the card
Anything before Richard
That mean your prior sh** was funny
What'd you say? On to the next one, on to the next one
Never been a slouch or soft
I don't know what you heard, n***a
My patience is skinny when it comes to throwing bullets at these bird n***as
Now, I know that wasn't like super duper duper cold, but it is when you compare Flacco to the Ravens in the Superbowl
It's always a n***a in your way
Sometimes you gotta move 'em
I ain't a freshman; ain't new or soft
More reason he gonna get to wishin' I ain't school him
Peep, junior! I seen your face
You probably caught my last scheme, that's what I meant to do: freshman, soph*more, junior…
You ain't graduating, these claps in the air is for principle
I'm tied with a shoe string around my neck, that's all hell, bro
And those right here, but it's poking my elbow
Ironic I tie it with a shoe string
‘Cause the silencer make it sound like Velcro
So them 32 shots gon' do magic
He got it, they couldn't tell though
And you f** with Drake, right? Well, thank me later
That's why I show my crew love, they do not care
They hold enough bullets
To start from the bottom to 'bout here
Beat me? Hell yeah, f**ing right
You must be in Marvin's Room sniffing shrooms
Or whatever keep you up at night
And my b**hes don't love Beyonce
They love money and they tryna work
They need some G's, Alicia Keys; all you'll see is fireworks
These sh**s sound like Mike Will made 'em
I'm bombing when I clap
Dumb him in his brain, then dump him by the train
There'll be a zombie on the track
You think Con beat me? Get off Con nuts
That's violation, dickriding is misconduct
You was behind Con the whole time, so if missing that shot got me this spot, it's ‘cause I purposely missed, Con ducked
I'm not choking, and if you can
Please don't mind my silence
I'm just trying to let my mind vacate
Before I resort back to violence
Vacate, resort… I could be in the stu with this
That's some wild sh**!
Just snow that these clips still go both ways
You want a round? Trip
Speaking of "clips," I ain't got a problem giving him the whole clip, I'm using all of mine
And if the judge see a clip of what I did to Clips with that clip
sh**'ll look like a Charlie Clips pic; DNA won't be too far behind
Okay, I was in Detroit wildin', okay
That's right, I went to Detroit dolo, just me and my yolo
Ready to jump at any action if it happen to pogo
But you say sh** like, "Call me Hands; you could count on me"
I say sh** like, "I don't think nothing in him G"
So wherever we meet, I'm robbin' him, he got bands on him
And he ain't 'bout that gunplay, so why lay hands on him?
This is my house, n***a! Smack, if he stall he getting clapped
Got a gun, but I don't need to blow it
Right knock him out his Reeboks and he ain't even know it
[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]
They say Hollow is a f**ing vet
But he tripping, ‘cause he ain't even rebu*tal yet
But it's a few of his bars that I gotta flip
I said why, that bar I happened to hear
You said you clapped like the graduation
You put the caps in the air? That's what you do?
I said I don't walk around like André
Wearing flannel and soundling like André, nah
Dressed like Kanye, nah
A mean murder probably what I'm down for some day
Or I be like Rick Ross; even though you see me with mils I'm still down with gunplay
Smack said "Hollow, you got Surf
You gotta make this n***a bleed, I'll set you half up front"
Whew, that's all a n***a need
It's time to ride, whip him like Amistad
It's a homicide, and not a regular d**h
I want his insides stuffed to show like Ahmad Rashad
So don't talk to me ‘cause awkwardly
I can hear you piss in your pants
And you never thought you could loss to me
That's how I knew I had this sh** in the bag
I don't care if he got the 5th and he hold that blicker
Your crew in town, I make 'em move around
I know mad n***as
Last year, he quit battling, they say he fire on wax
They ga**ed pa' like Nascar
So he thought he could retire off tracks
Shoutout BK, LG, I stay up in the spot
Them the n***as that'll hit your face up with the Glock
Everyday I'm in the hood, taped up with the Koch
KD, Dwayne Wade; I wake up to the block
Should I keep going on, showing y'all my freestyle ability?
But nah, hold on, first let me break him down lyricially
I mean, you got it poppin', Tsu, n***as rock with Tsu
I mean, your aggression like Pac in Juice
But your rhyming like Dr. Seuss
See, it's ‘cause your set-ups be mad weak
It's always a gun line, ‘cause when you went to tell K Shine "Dot Mob, throw 'em in the back seat"
You set it up with, "I know you don't clap heat"
n***a, you could've said something about a black Jeep on a back street, how a Jag creep
Anything in that bar to connect with a car and match, peep
See, my setups be crazy, all my frees be fertile
Yours be "I'll leave you purple
Steam and hearse you, squeeze and murk you"
Damn, you got these fans blindfolded by the trash
Like a Febreze commercial
Now I'm on the Internet surfin'
Just to touch the surface of what Surf is
Once I surface he won't resurface, that's for certain
I'm looking through the curtain's like
"Ssssshhhh, that's Surf and his b**h"
They got d** they sellin' now, I took 'em to my cellar now
Duck tape on they mouth, they yellin' loud
They keep moving, grab a rope and get 'em bound
You'd thought Surf was in a tux and his b**h was in a wedding gown, ‘cause once I tied the knot, they settled down
Flip his sh** in the middle of the round
Wait, you know how Da Don do
You like to play "Swear to God?"
I wanna play "Swear to God" too
Swear to God we wasn't in Detroit and you said Joe Budden's p**y and everything he write is trash
You swear to God you ain't say everything he write is trash?
This why I don't like these battle rap n***as with they lying a**
I'ma do the battle standing over here
‘Cause God 'bout to strike his a**
Aight you feel like you got this third? Your luck's up?
You wanna keep playing "Swear to God"
Or you gon' shut the f** up?
Swear to God you wasn't living in Joe Budden's crib
Earlier this year… You was? Okay
So don't talk about my crib, let's talk about yo' crib
You stay at your ho crib, just moved out your old crib
Now you stay at Joe crib, so basically you ain't got no crib
Ohhhh, I got it, I got it…
He ain't got no crib, so I figured it out
That's how he got his name, he be couch surfin'
That n***a balled up on the love seat, his bones hurtin'
Roasting session...
n***a, you look like a broke a** Loon; so worthless
I mean you know sh**'s bad
When I'm calling him the broke version of a broke person
I mean, y'all wanna hear one of Surf's bars? "Soon as I pull out, that chopper go dummy like Kimmy in that full house"
Yeah, that was hot, that was hot
But my n***a, you watch Full House?!
Aye, that's cool, ‘cause I do too, so damn your hammer
Or damn your nana, since you live with Uncle Joey
I'm running in that full house like Danny Tanner
Somebody tell Eddie Winslow I don't think family matters
Shoutout to my GrindTime fans, they'll never forget that
I was so focused back then I had to bring the sh** back
I said, pause, you see that money?
You could relate to strippers
We trick dealers and tell where the real bill is
And these n***as can't touch us but still feel us
Plus we still stealers, and peel pillers
You got real k**ers? Well, I got k**ers that k** k**ers
n***a, f** with me!
I ran up on him, stabbed him up, and gave him a buck 50
And the funny thing about that: I had a gun with me
I don't need a gun – f** TECs and pistols!
I put that Calico away
‘Cause I got pets that's pitbulls I collect to sick you
If it's problems, I handle it, I don't send my set to get you
I bring it to your door like a magazine and address the issue
You done? You wanna talk now?
Red the dread head, you better chill, n***a
I said 20-50's or 50-20's is what I gotta be
20-50's or 50-20's is what I gotta be?
Do the math, stupid a**, I'm telling you that I'm a G
I done rang up more bucks than dollar tree
And I'm feeling like you lied to me
So you owe me... your f**in' life
Clutch the pipe, you wanna fight?
We on your head, we gon' lump you
And we'll probably get a battery charge
‘Cause we ain't want you dead, so we jumped you
I said shoutout to the URL fans, y'all will never forget that
Them lines was so ill for Surf, I had to remix that
[Round 3: Tsu-Surf]
This 3rd round is so cold, but it's not for you
That Full House rebu*tal was crazy
But Danny Tanner means you watched it too
When I think back on all my battles, I think great sh**
Like that Church bar, that Lake sh**
A n***a say he hate that Lake sh**
I gotta say he on some hate sh**, well, he really gonna hate this
Late night goons, we usually coming after 12
f** one, f** six, I'm coming after 12
It hold 28, so 16 coming after 12
I gotta start to pow when
It's like Dwight been fouled when 16 coming after 12
I got some sh** to make your hitmen hurl
Never let without my Hanz; no Hitman Earl
And he wanna start then I'll continue to spark in
Put in another six like the sixth man Earl
He need schooling, so f** it, I'ma learn his a**
No coffin, I'm thinking more urn and ash
See, I'm way too advanced for these n***as and I'm mad
Like that last line for instance, urn and ash; that's Nash!!!
I tell my n***as run in his crib, they gon' make it happen
Hit the door, flip the bed, open every cabinet
k** his dog, leave the kids, take everything, let him have it
Game point shot, we GPS p**y; that's urinary tractin'
I bought some treats for this trick
But it ain't candy we spraying with 'em
Who in here think Hollow better than Surf?
Well, y'all gon' be laying with him
Smack gon' be yelling "Stop!"
All the homies gon' be saying "Get 'em!"
'Bout 10:31 at his door, tell Hollow we ain't playing with him
Bars flying pa** his head, I'm praying that they graze him
Hollow Da Boss then these bomb lines just might phase him
Heard a few n***as whisper like
"Yeah, Surf might get zipped 3'd"
Gotta be dreaming, I'm a nightmare
But it's cool if he trying to get sleep
I move cattle, I'll move his cat too, in my habitat we zip beef
Let me guess, you G? K
Well, you shouldn't have a problem meeting Pimp C
The operation, connect four, it's not a game when we pop out
If he ain't get the clue, he in trouble
No rebound, get the box out
Right here, blue like Twister when them Glocks out
No hopscotch; they get a number in a box when we hop out
n***as run, bullets fly, clips drop out
Kids scream, momma's cry, eyes pop out
All my lil n***as got Jenga tatted
That mean when they come it's to take the block out
You ain't hear me tell Big T
"Potato on the 44 for the sound to let it clap"
Them mag rounds left ketchup and hash browns on his lap
These n***as never understand me
And it makes me wanna scream
‘Cause you could get the same hash browns that went through TV like the girl in The Ring
And you doing me a favor? Well, cool, point taken
Well, I'ma just give him these bullets on purpose
And tell the judge I was point shavin'
Sometimes I wanna separate him, it might be for the better
Chopper like a side b**h; take him from his better half
He getting severed
Torso from his legs, will he walk again? Never
That doctor gon' feel like a marriage counselor
Trying to keep him together
They asked me whose the toughest n***a in New York
I figured it's Math
I wonder how low they gon' bury him after I split him in half
Wa**up, Hollow? Let's have a man-to-man
What's this thing with you and Lux?
I personally think you a f**ing Stan
At first I was giving him the benefit of the doubt
He just doing it ‘cause he bored
But then it's like you said Lux name
Anytime any camera man pressed record
Probably had Lux jail cell pictures on your wall for decor
Got home, spamming all his videos
Dissed him so much, it's coke residue on the L of his keyboard
And why I gotta keep screaming out "Loyalty!" to prove that I'm loyal. That's how you get 'em like that
‘Cause I know plenty n***as that said "My homies will never do me like that" – 'til they did 'em like that!
I got n***as that's blood that ain't family
And n***as that ain't family that's real cuz
But you high off that same Juice Steel was
From now on, movie clues is all I'm leaving with the k**
For example, if I gotta set it off, sh** could get real
When you hear this woo!
Don't be bamboozled, these n***as ain't ill, but chill
A low down dirty shame how the D's found his grill
Them all Jada Pinkett flicks
So the tip, cops will find his head swinging by the wheel