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[Round 1: Math Hoffa]
Now he gon talk about my battles, all classics by the way
And probably try to say I ain’t win em, all right, okay
He gon talk about the videos he seen on Worldstar and shit
Probably got my government name out of some Harlem bitch
My name Math, some number schemes, he gon spit a few
And I’ll be like “That’s so original and unpredictable!”
He might bring up the Dose battle, where we got the brawling out
If that’s what it takes to win, y’all might as well wheel my coffin out
‘Cause as far as his career, there really ain’t much to talk about
Until now
Now a verb is an action word
If that refers to you then homie, that’s absurd
‘Cause when you came to New York for Ill’s match with Surf
You did some shit that showed me that you lack the nerve
I seen Verb at the last battle, face nervous
He said “Math, they search you? ‘Cause they ain’t search us
Some shit go down in here, it’s gon be straight murders
‘Cause you BK niggas even take burners to a wake service!”
I had two bangers on me, that’s how ya man roll
I’m Rambo, my hand go *motions stabbing movement*
Somebody Van Gogh
I said “damn bro, hold this one, you owe me one”
He looked down at the blade like I passed his ass a smoking gun!
He passed it back to me then he said some foolishness
Talkin ‘bout “Nah, I’m good Math, I wouldn’t even know what to do with it”
Am I lying my nigga? I played it cool like, “Let me get that nigga”
But in my head, I’m like ”this sucka ass, bitch ass nigga!”
So how can I believe anything that this guy say?
He pussy, nigga wouldn’t back out in a driveway
Won’t cross the line to exit on the highway
He steal, he don’t kill, he Ezel from Friday
So how he gon stand up to the type of shit I say?
Like if Verb want the beef? Drive-by, we’re dumping nines
He try to run, jump the curb, bow! *crack* crush his spine
Hop out, stomp him in the face for tryna fuck with mine
Then grab his phone and text “Yéle Haiti” 500 times
Your real name’s Chaz Duncan! That just says “I’ve never done a crime!”
He’s sweet and moist, we should call him Chaz Duncan Hines
He claim the streets love him, but when you ask for dog
He like women’s basketball, they hardly ever see Duncan (dunking)
Hold up, shotgun’ll make him fold up
Big hole, no guts, that’s a Duncan (Dunkin’) Donut
This nigga Aye Verb is a clown
I call him Chaz just to turn a (Aye) verb to a noun
Once I knock the Verb out, then Aye’s knees will be buckling
‘Cause Aye becomes Gaye (gay) when a G is in front of him
You ain’t nothing real, you hardly say something ill
Call yourself Captain Marketable, that’s so gay, you starving for a fucking deal
This battle is like Jay-Z vs. Jada Smith
‘Cause I will not lose, but you fucking Will
You just aight Chaz, you never gon reach the top
This nigga think he a winner just because he beat his meat a lot
Y’all remember he told Hollow? “If you try that Math Hoffa shit, swing, he gon weave the shot
“And these people gon give you the same treatment that Jesus” — STOP!
Nigga please, you see the type of reach I got?
You can’t weave my speed, you gon spit a couple teeth and drop
Your peoples, they gon leave the spot, then in a couple weeks this twat
Gon wake up out his coma with the same beard that Jesus got
[Round 2: Math Hoffa]
Before I start this second round, there’s some shit I gotta handle
Gotta give a nigga light before pissing out his candle
Genero’s a snitch and he run around Flatbush
A rat tryna rat, nigga need to get his cap (pushed)
I could’ve called all the goons that I’ve got up in the black book
But since I’m on a stage where everybody in rap look
You ducked six months to get my man seven years
Deal money, stacks to the lawyer just to get him clear
You should’ve sat in that damn cell
Snitching on fam, that’s Lady Gaga’s gender – I can’t tell
But now that the hood know everything that I know
Where you gon hide, ho? Faggot nigga, die slow
I ride though, .45, five for 5-0
The other two I dump in you right before the swine’s show
Verb see the iron, his eyes grow, he cry no
Hope for Blanks but no thanks, I don’t fuck with Tae Bo
I’m a man, you under apes, you something snake
I could tell by that Ice blog that you fuck with Jake
You was pointing out every hammer like “another case, another case”
Your own man don’t even trust you that’s why your mouth got that rubber taste
Somebody get this faggot out my fucking face!
Takeover? Ask the people if they believe you
All you’ll hear is “nah’s” (Nas), I’ll torture your soul with Ether
Chaz think he the king, who know you? Llama up off the buckle
Nobody move a muscle, you bout to lose a couple
My brothers pull cards, we don’t do the shuffle
Your brothers run, dog, y’all a crew of Russell’s
And now I’m dominating, I pull a long eight
These bitches gon perform a dog race with me commentating
“Yuuuung Ill went off the first step, he takes the lead
Verb hot on his heels, Hitman building speed
Ill seems to have stumbled, falling, hurt his arm
Hitman is — ooooh! Hit by a Suzuki, ladies and gentlemen, Verb is gone! He’s gone!”
First place, let me give you the medal
He told his ice cube to take a trip to the devils
He think he off the chain, he just missing the pedals
You on a plain, I’m on a plane, this isn’t your level
You the devil in the flesh, no, I’m the devil at his best bro
I’ll make this Midwest ho face metal like he Destro
Verb sending threats so I hit the Greyhound with a trey pound
The handle taped round all the way down
Stake out his crib, he take his kids to the playground
I’m on the bench with a newspaper, my face down
He say “it’s time to go,” they say “we wanna stay!” bow!
“I gotta go to the hairdresser, I ain’t got time to play ‘round!”
They all start to break down, I run up, peel daddy wig
And tell them “be happy kids, at least you get to stay now”
Play awhile, leave the park in a few
Take him down to the slave trader, make him marketable
Two? That ain’t enough for me, crucify this fuck for free
I ain’t a Christian Verb, so a cross to you is a plus for me
Hold on, I ain’t done yet, sunset, I’m at his mother’s door
With two pits playing tug of war with her fucking jaw!
You want a war, Verb? I’m Mark fucking Walberg
Shoot a pistol until your medulla’s on the wall, Verb
You’ll never put a hole in one without the balls, Verb
I ghost busters (Ghostbusters), who you gonna call, Verb?
Those busters? I’ll Dose those busters
Open casket, no clothes, .44 on those busters
No eyes and no nose, oh no those busters
Spray their heads, leave them dripping, soul glow those busters!
Verb was in the nail salon getting a pedicure
Talking to Liang, he said “Liang, I must confess to you
I’ve got a battle coming with Math, tell the truth, he is incredible
I seen him a couple of times, I’m having dreams of him doing something detestable
Third round, he pulls a bag, a Hefty probably with a heavy shotty
”Next thing I know I left my body, he shot me in front of everybody!”
Your body falls, splat, everybody fall back
I run up on the camera, bust the shotty off and go “SMACK!”
Pow! You’re done Verb, you can’t utter one word
Your thought patterns scatter, last thought you had, “Oh, I’m scurred”
Pow! Replay, welcome to your d-day
This battle’s a couple weeks late, pardon for the delay
I had a Tyrannosaurus cheesecake that didn’t go with meat great
[Round 3: Math Hoffa]
Chaz, you a ho, and this some shit that I’m about to prove
See, paying dudes and paying dues is what you got confused
Lux told him “You could battle Ice, that’ll be a good shot for you
Fly yourself out, and if you’ve got some bread, cop a room
Come through, do the battle, and I ain’t splitting no gwop with you”
Verb was like “I got it, cool! At least I’ll get lots of views!”
So this cockatoo got on his grind, blew a cock or two
Flew out, chain tucked, money in his socks and shoes
Cops got the news, shut it down, Verb got the boot
Lux’s grimey ass ain’t give a fuck ‘cause he got the loot
Y’all think it’s not the truth, YouTube it, watch this dude
Standing on the corner all night like a prostitute
Talking ‘bout “Yo Ill, I think we bout to get rushed, dirty
Goodz said he got some pussy lined up, I think he talking bout us, dirty!”
Then he called out Solomon, really that was not the move
You couldn’t see Iron face to face if you was Dr. Doom
Just when I thought the ho alone, I see another shot of you
On Worldstar, talking ‘bout you bout to get up gwop for Mook?
What he told you? “25 and I’ll rock with you?”
What you said? “Aight daddy, I’ll hit the block for you”
That’s when I called him, like “you filling niggas pockets duke?
Come battle me! Now I’m making a profit too!” Toot toot!
Now you know how them broads feel
You won a little light, now you know how the dark feel
Sharp steel in your heart, now you know how the hawk feel
Eagle on his temple, one spark and he’ll cartwheel
I look at Chaz sober, a fairy, he’s nothing scary
Boozy on that Hurricane? Halle Berry, it’s Halle Berry!
Black & Decker toolcase, Mac-11 tool spray
Hit from your gold teeth to your patent leather toupée
But why let the hammer go when I can just slam the ho
Split his cantaloupe, leave this pussy with a cameltoe?
We animals, this the Zoo against the Lou, no Chaka
I spit that blocka, you spit that thraga
That’s our slang so he probably don’t understand it
You know, some country niggas slow so you gotta speak in their language
Andele, Andele, E.I, E.I., uh-ohhhhh!
Shimmy shimmy coco puff, shimmy shimmy bow! Right “thurr”
I’m just tryna help him out a bit
If Chaz survive this, nigga, hell gon be a college trip
Captain Marketable, I can sell you on all kinds of shit
For one, you could be a face model for a hollow tip
It’s third round, we’re getting down to the gritty
I’m feeling iffy, but I gotta hold it down for my city
I know BK is with me, I can hear the spirit of Biggie
It’s all around me, I can feel him going in me!
“Ahw, first thing’s first, I, Poppa, squeeze all the dummies
Dummy, playboy’s country, he just brought us money
Those the ones I like ‘cause they don’t get Nathan but devastation
Your flow just seems like sanitation
Got bars, get turned like door knobs, heartthrob never
Whack and country as ever
However, New York City stays on a pedestal
Check the time zone, it’s telling you, we ahead of you
Like my nigga Jay-Z, fuck you, pay me
How the fuck you gon play me? The fuck is you gravy?
You must be crazy, Chaz, you a sweet bitch-“
Nah, nah, Big, I gotta do this nigga, peep this
I’m New York’s star, I’ve got New York scars
I put my work in, NYB, that’s my New York squad
You should’ve followed Lil Wayne, he the hottest in the game
But rather pull his teeth out than face them New York bars
‘Cause New York’s hard, I’m on my New York shit
I came to tell this nigga Chaz, get off of New York’s dick!
Go battle Yung Ill after he give Lux his style back
He done Smack, file that, where the fuck Miles at?!
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