[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
Anything anybody ever wanted to say, don't worry, I'll say it
Jersey vs Detroit woulda never been if you woulda pressed Suge when he violated
You waited to get all the way back to Detroit to address a situation you slacked on
You shoulda socked him, or pulled him to the side, but that's definitely somethin' you act on
I know how the rules goin', I respect the street
Proof amazin' man, and may he rest in peace
But you? You really need to stop
If Uncle Proof was that important, tell me why he ain't pop
It couldn't have been the money, that can't be a fact
Cause that was 3 years ago, n***as was barely gettin' stacks
Ironically, SMACK booked all Jersey n***as in Detroit after Cal' ain't clean up the mess
He figured if he put the bounty out, uncle Trick Trick'll clean up the rest
You can't make it to the league with that game and I just wanna see you dunk
But moves like that show you ain't comfortable in the D without Unk
And if you really feelin' how you rap, we can do it now, n***a
You play with birds, I play with birds, wow, n***a
That's "Cuckoo" vs "POW", n***a
Named that .40 "December", that's a Cal' ender
And what kind of advice is "Lay down and act dead"?
In Newark, if you ain't dead you better get up and bang, n***a
Ars put Calicoe on my line, that's bait
"Hello? You rang, n***a?"
Everything ain't always straightforward
Sometimes you gotta look at it from the back
Pay attention Cal', it ain't what you got, it's what you lack
Oh, you read the scouting report, did ya homework?
Man, fuck that, you dead meat
And I ain't Moses, so pardon what you Red Sea (read C)
It's no real amount of money that can equal up to your name
And no matter how many practice shots you took, it never equal up to the game
That mean you heard I be strapped in, sparking with the clips
But it's different when I'm standing there barkin' in yo' shit
A lot of n***as watching this prolly never heard of Cal'
Good, less of a connection when I murder Cal'
Beef, just chill, this a different type of burger, Cal'
I lift it up then lift him up, that's how you vert a Cal' (vertical)
How you do it? What you 'bout?
[Calicoe]
6'3"

[Surf]
It don't even matter when that barrel in the roof of ya mouth
I seen this shit break brick, imagine what it'll do to ya scalp
Oh we home, get the pick up truck, we movin' him out
Feel like Tyrese in Baby Boy how we Snoop in the house
You battled Suge and said you had a show with Rick Ross
When? Where? Did he know you was there?
These battle rap n***as say whatever and y'all let it slide
I say I'll blow his fuckin brain out and you look at me like I lied
(You know we gotta talk about it right?)
You was skinny dippin' with six bitches
None of them was in the pool, none of them was in the picture
And it got Gram'd by your man
Six bitches, none of them in the picture? Bitches love the 'Gram
I just need a little of ya time, I'm tryna see what's on your mind
You said when it's real shit, that you don't gotta rhyme
Where was the bitches?
Was they standing there watchin'?
Why was your ass turned around to ya man?
Headcount
How many n***as pull they pants down, turn around and look back at they man?
You can't lie to me Cal', just rap to these fans
You don't like me cause I know the real you
Miss me with that slick shit
I could get trafficking charges for shippin' Calicoe in a box back to Trick Trick
Jersey
[Round 1: Calicoe]
Rajon, Rajon, Rajon
It's been a long time coming, n***a
Just keep it real, we in Jersey
Did you get yo' gun in, n***a?
Cause I know when we had the battles in Detroit, I definitely got all of my guns in, n***a
But the difference is we in the same everywhere, we got them guns here, n***a
Remember a couple of weeks ago, you called me extra-contract
Sayin' "We can't speak on none of them legal issues"
Cause' you know I was gon' end you
But I had something in that contract, too
I wasn't rappin' 'less my gun got in the venue
Cause who's to say Rajon won't act tough at home and turn into a Supa n***a
And I'ma have to say "Fuck this battle" and just shoot the n***a
N***a, I came all the way to your house to offend you
I mean, if we was battlin', you wouldn't want me to talk about the money I lent you
But that shit we can't speak about, is exactly what we gon' get into
Cause takin' the easy way out of a real situation is not what men do
(Yeah, yeah, this n***a first time here, he don't fuck with y'all)
Hypothetically speaking
[turns to one crowd member] (I'ma talk you to)
Hypothetically speakin'
Let's say a n***a gets caught a pistol, this one is simple
Tough at home, but on the phone, with n***as soundin' so gentle
And you supposed to be back in Chicago to take back a rental
Instead, you stay in yo' city to bail that n***a out, that's just official
Now, I ain't sayin' y'all are the closest of friends
But you treat the situation like a n***a that you was kin to
Cause you've been locked up before, and that was one of the worst situations that you done been through
And he got out of jail and tweet "Fuck you"
The type of shit that makes you wanna break his jaws
Wanna have phone conferences on the radio [Turns to Surf]
N***a, I ain't even take his call
Cause' this battle is real, my n***a, it ain't fake at all
So did I speak on the situation or not? Did I break the laws?
But in Detroit we got codes, we call it, "Giving Drake a call"
Cause first, they gon' 'Start From The Bottom''
And nothing's gon' be the same after I make the call
You a snitch, and a bitch, the type of n***a that gets the jakes involved
He might testify against me on my case after I take his dawgs
Gloves and revolvers, n***a, I ain't leavin' a trace at all
Make you call all yo' bitches before you die
I'm a step ahead of the forensics, tryna trace the cause
But face it, dawg, you thought you could eat off of me
And then you noticed I'm not for lunch
Scheme, I put ya team in a box like they tryna block a punt
Shoutout to my acting bad-n***as, I could've went to Michigan State, or probably U of M
Instead, I'm out of town with Michigan plates, like give me two of them
Matter of fact, I got a couple of racks on me, give me a few of them
Cause when I get back to the D, I know exactly what to do with them
Y'all think I give a fuck when I'm on my knuckles robbin' n***as if you with them?
N***a, that's the first thing we asked when we was walkin' in, n***a, is "Who with them?"
Fuck, I gotta put in a subtitle or something?
N***a, that's the first thing we asked when we was walkin' in, n***a: "Is Tsu with them?"
But he the type of n***a on Instagram, on some "I'm living so lavish" shit
And end up gettin' smacked with the burner for not havin' shit
Now it's a tragic switch cause you done get your cabbage split
The goons feel me
When you rob a n***a for nothing, you be mad as shit
You 'bout to get stuck up, hoe, but you a average bitch
I had to bring the Social Security since you the baddest Crip
Behind this Tsu-surface
No, n***a, I said I'm gonna Tsu surface, tool burstin'
Clap both of y'all, and now y'all need two hearses
Scalpel from his head to his chin, boy, I'm a true surgeon
Everybody wanna be B.I.G 'til they in that blue Bourbon
But I don't disrespect vets, so rest in peace B.I.G
I know B.I.G died in a green truck
But he a Crip, right? So he fakin' now?
Well, I'ma make sure they all in that C-section when they take him out
These guns ain't leaving no chicken pox when we break 'em out
You ain't have no plans after A? You better make 'em now
That's being C (B&C), cause when they pull up inside that GMC
Jump out asking questions and shootin', they ain't TMZ
This battle on steroids, I wrote the shit that a Genius see
This battle on steroids, I wrote this shit in the GNC
Focus on you, and stop focusin' on being me, n***a
[Round 2: Tsu Surf]
The difference between me and you?
Everything, especially how we bred
I'm not gon' talk about shit that came out ya mouth
No, actually I'm gonna talk about shit that came out ya mouth, not what somebody said
No nothin' no bitch heard, no prosecution
Anything anybody wanted to say, don't worry I'll say it

[Calicoe]
He choked

[Surf]
Call it a choke. Call it a choke I'm not rappin' 'til n***as be quiet. Call it a choke. Put it on the tab. I'm not rappin' 'til you n***as be quiet

[Calicoe]
And you just tried to freestyle and you choked n***a. Let's go

[Tsu Surf]
The difference between me and you?
Everything, especially how we bred
I'm not gon' talk about shit that came out ya mouth, not what somebody said
Not no shit I heard, not nothin' that I read
You can talk about them bitches and what you heard from some other n***a
We only gon' speak fact and why I think you some sucka n***a
Vs Rex, you said "Mook was in Lucky's, I was 'bout to make him bleed"
Bitch please, cause when you was battlin' Shine, and Mook came from behind, it was "Mook, listen, listen."
So tell me what's the difference
You wasn't makin' nobody bleed, that shit wasn't goin' far
Cause Mook got in ya face and you said you ain't even hear the bar
Pay attention, this how you pull a n***a plug
Vs Rex, you was 'bout to make him bleed
Vs Shine, you swore to God on your mother that you was showin' love
"On my momma, on my momma, Mook was in Lucky's I was showin' love"
These battle rap n***as say whatever and y'all let it slide
I say I'll blow his fuckin' brain out and you look at me like I lied
Vs Rex, you said "If he came to the strip he prolly wouldn't last a day with you"
Ask Smack, we went to Detroit, he invited us to the strip and I ain't last a day with you
I tried think, "Why? If he come to my hood he'd be good."
Then it hit me, cause they with you
I mean, we locs, but they in blue
Talkin' beef, invite me to ya strip, I see pork
Well, who you tryna cater to?
Somebody shot up a precinct in Detroit right?
It's just something I'm tryna get clear
Cause vs Rex, you also said "We lost half the staff when he was in there"
I just need a little of your time, I'm tryna see what's on your mind
Cause you said when it's real shit, that you ain't gotta rhyme
Who is we? What do you mean by staff?
Staff mean all the people employed by... whatever
Keep talkin' 'bout what you talkin', I'ma stay on the same route
We only gon' address shit that came out ya mouth
(This all fact, this ain't no raps, this not raps)
Why should I think you from the hood why should I think you from the street
Vs NuBorn, you said "My daddy 'bout to do 10 for fuckin' wit' Meech."
No, your daddy a grown man, made some decisions and got cuffed
And you the sucka n***a that just clearly threw Meech under the bus
Shout out to Meech, but fuck you and that whole Detroit orgy
Only BMF I know is this Big Muthafuckin' .40
Ya daddy was a trapper, that might be true
But in our face off, you said "My daddy had bricks since I was 2"
(Shhh! You gotta be quiet bro, for real, you gotta be quiet.)
Any objections, go 'head
Cause I never seen a battle rapper with a police escort until you battled O-Red
I mean, you had some tough lines, but that protection shit was corny
And if you did bail me out, you know my protection be on me
I should send that picture back to your dad
Cause if he a real n***a, you make a real n***a look bad
Jersey

[Round 2: Calicoe]
I watched Goodz tell you, "Shut up 'fore I give you a pack and let you flip that"
And you responded, "I'm the shooter, I don't sell drugs", but I don't get that
Cause he attacked you on camera right after that and you ain't get back
That's when I noticed this battle shit wasn't for me cause it was just rap
What, you been workin' out? Well, what's a six pack to that click-clack?
Arm and legs, mismatch, tshh to the dispatch
Just moved a hundred things out in the road in some gift wrap
You worried 'bout this battle, I'm worried if my shit get back
They say "Cal be slackin' in these battles", that's how it feel, right?
Nah, Ca'l ain't slackin', Cal' just live a real life
Cal' got family, Cal' makin' sure they bills right
Cal' got bad bitches that let me buy them Jordans occasionally, but they in that red bottom heel life
See, Cal' focused on music, cause that's what Cal' love
So Cal' went to Humboldt County and got a Cal' plug, huh
See these battle rappers only talk about what they see
So this my last battle, but in a sense, they'll still be battlin' me
See, what I tell you? These battle rappers only talk about what they see
So as long as I'm in the streets, shit, they still speakin' on me
My pops home, yeah, and I'm one of the best at this shit
So we told Smack "Fuck rap, we wanna invest in this shit"
Notice I ain't even been talkin' to Surf cause it's a lesson you get
I was taught you wastin' your time with tryna question a snitch
And who's the snitch here? Rajon Cox
We told y'all that tough talk gon' fuck around and get Rajon shot
We showed up to Rajon with a blindfold, got Rajon John Doe'd
Put a .9 in Rajon back and left Rajon Rondo
But now we ridin' slow, pull up to his crib, I'm tryna find bro
Lock pick his door, eee, make sure the blinds low
I heard he got a blue check on Twitter
What? you signed bro?
Well we gon' put the same amount of money on his head that he signed for
Long nose, Gonzo, I wait with the shotty
Bring pain (Paine) like Martin, but I'm on my job I'm never late with this Tommy
I send them boys through in Broncos and have 'em wait in his lobby
Omaha, Omaha, n***a, I'm Peyton Manning, that's the play for the body
How many guns you brought with you? Cause I brought a few
I brought two .40's and a chopper for an audible
So find the nearest exit out the door is what you oughta do
Cause you don't give a fuck about your life, but yo' daughter do
I see her on Instagram, you a great father
You keep that Gucci and that Louie on her
Boy, she so pretty, it's gon' hurt me to pull this toolie on her
But you be makin' money from the documentaries and movies on her
Battle rapper's daughter found slain be the movie on her
See, we rolled out here for the Super Bowl, in a bitch car
Yeah, the Lions made it, but we throwin' bullets before the shit starts
You said you had family in the D, n***a, I'm like "Which part?"
Extendos on a .40, it's stickin' out by my hip part
Can shoot for 30 seconds fore' my original clip start
(Go 'head, n***a)

[Round 3: Tsu Surf]
Broad daylight (Daylyt), that disappearance won't B Magic when he hear the Boom
Red everywhere, shit I ain't even gotta Holla when I give it to him
Calicoe Loaded with...wait, we might as well shoot the card in his living room
He'll be laying there dead I'm talkin froze out his skin
Guess I was just on some Bull-shit when it Rose out again
Surf vs. Cal' on UW
Well, you gon' need two you's, can you double you?
Pull up in two Vs together, that's a double U
With somethin' to spin two cars, that's a double U
I named that bitch "Alf", no joke, it's not funny, believe me, he G
Cause if I gotta lift Alf a bit (alphabet), none of y'all will be seein' the D
You came to fight, stupid? Where ya 'matics at?
It's Cocky under this Tall T, imagine that
Blah blah blah, all I hear is chatter rap
The biggest n***a get touched every time, we hack a Shaq
Suck my dick, it's nothin' you could for me
Lux put him in, I'll take Cal' out of the box like a new .40
For the cheese, we come 'round with the toast, grill him
Send a magazine at his door and probably won't bill him
He'll be paralyzed from the neck down, that's torso, he probably won't feel 'em
Two straps, overall, the objective, kill him
Brooklyn Hanz invited you outside, tell me why you ain't go
You would think I was a Love & Hip Hop fan, I hate to hear he (Tahiry) said, "No"
I been wylin'-

{Choked}

Jersey

[Round 3: Calicoe]
Clap it up for the UW Battle League
Alright now hold the applause
Cause we still got one more round to make y'all go into awe
I heard you burned a couple of bitches, you like to go in it raw
But then your name clique Raw Blunt, see, now you're going too far
See this clip, will make him slip, while he holdin' the wall
And stand him with an uppercut, looks like I'm bowling a ball
I got a gun so big, looks like it grew and it's tall
That bitch'll put a hole in wall, the size of a hole-in-a-wall
Being the first n***a out that hall is what best to do
Cause I'm shooting cops first, and I'm shootin' the n***as arrested too
You know I got two twin .40's and they just for you
Get him a box, no emojis, I'm trynna get that message through
Who the fuck are you talking to, then I'm shooting before question two
Don't disrespect me, you know I never had respect for you
You called me like "Can we not speak on this, can we not--"
I'm like "N***a, do what's best for you."
How you call me on defense, and I end up checking you?
I told Shotgun Suge, face to face, it's not safe for him to come to the D
He said "Not even if I'm rolling with you?"
"Not even if you comin' with me"
Then Arsonal said "I need some money, I'ma come to the D
Plus some n***as lookin' for Suge...They ain't coming for me
Plus I'ma call Jahweih, he got the guns in the D."
Then they got there and noticed
Everybody got the guns in the D!
So they did the same thing every other out-of-towner do when they come to the D
Got himself in a sticky situation and came runnin' to me
But Ars' is my n***a, so I gotta keep it a hundred-and-three
Cause I know if the same shit would have happened to me in Jersey -
He probably wouldn't have done it for me
It woulda been a bunch of Jersey n***as out gunnin' for me
But I would have been bustin' back, screaming "Bitch, I come from the D!"
None of these n***as done want it with me
N***as be getting beat up at battles, them n***as ain't done it to me
That's why I'm all up in yo section like "Who want it with me?!"
And that wasn't even in my battle, just how a n***a feel
I was listening to "The S.O.U.L - Tape Two", it gave a n***a chills
N***as be gettin
Beat up at battles, they ain't done it to me
That's why I just walked through they section like "Who want it with me?!"
And that wasn't even in my battle, just how a n***a feel
I was listening to "The S.O.U.L - Tape Two", it gave a n***a chills
Cause now we chill
They loaded up some steel
I was wishing them n***as would, cause I'm knowin' them n***as will
No disrespect to Serius Jones, cause I know that n***a for real
Nothing wrong with getting knocked out, but you gotta wake up knowin' them n***as kill
So my entourage, not just entourage, I know them n***as for real
And they was gon' get hands dirty, I told them n***as to chill
I did battles in Brooklyn
Battles in the D, too
I'm way up out his division
N***a, you're like D-2
You're see-through, from California to Queens Zoo
Why is this the fourth battle in Jersey, and first time they seen you?
This n***a dead
He's the only n***a bragging about robberies that he didn't do
He was the look out-man
Police just happened to ride by and they seen you
None of you n***as ain't fucking with the king
I could tell you real life stories about yo' bitch
And that's a sucka n***a's dream
That's why I'm all up in yo section like "fuck you n***as mean?!"
I clutch him with the thing, while he's tucking in his jeans
That .44 mag' will make a sucka n***a scream
So many shooters we can show up at The Rucker with a team
I just killed Rajon Cox, in his home, and made him feel wack
Cause there's a difference between metaphors and real rap!