The results are exactly what you’d expect. One extensive verse apiece, delivered flawlessly over a haunting sample and steady percussion. Surf’s opening salvos are highly destructive, his bars packing the impact of punches. “Trap things, out here since the AM for this black cream, on a first-name basis with the crack fiends,” he spits. “Cops inquiring bout what these tats mean, I’m just trying to stack cream.” And by now, you already know that The Butcher has never been outshone, keeping stride with Surf with some hardened lines of his own. “Probably start up a turf war off a Benny and Surf song,” he raps. “At your funeral twenty n***as with straps in a church hall.”

QUOTABLE LYRICS

Probably start up a turf war off a Benny and Surf song
At your funeral twenty n***as with straps in a church hall
You get your name on a tat, or a verse dawg
Twenty-one gun salute in a lot, then we murk off