[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
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
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