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[Round 1: Math Hoffa] People ask me what'd I take this battle fo' Cause I'ma kill k-k-k-kill-kill-k-k-kill Calicoe I came in the game, me and Dose, the gymnasium Click clack boom! Turned his dome to a stadium He got all up in my face so I wasn't gon' baby him Click clack boom, knuckle bones on his cranium Now-a-days you see Dose it's like seeing a ghost or an Alien Niggas said I ain't drop him, I don't know what they was watching If you wanna know the real deal check me out on Most Shocking You remind me of Dose, you pussy Play with me in here tonight and I'ma break a fucking jaw Cause this battle shit is all good, you can say all your funny shit I don't give a fuck about you Or none of them niggas that came with you, you heard me? That's how I'm doing it nigga, you know how the fuck I give it up Stop it slime, they think he that wild and live But he told Yung III when it's real it don't gotta rhyme I like that shit, too bad you threw a lot of line Check his background, you'll probably never find a crime Truthfully I'm the one that he defines, in lines Outward by the 9 and redesign a Waka Flocka rhyme Love the gun sounds, love the-love the gun sounds You shook you change up you live the way the bums sounds You ain't Thug Life, you ain't nothing like 2Pac He survived 5, you'll probably die from a flu shot You see the boy strapped, it ain't a chick in a tube top No gay parents, but I'll raise 'em with two pops Your mother preferred the black, your father preferred the blue tops You ain't amounting/a mountain to nothing But you was made from a few rocks Me lose to you? Stop What you been sniffing glue, ock? Hate to break your high man (hymen) but I'm just running through some new twat Let's clap and welcome Aye Verb back I know a few of y'all been wondering, where the fuck is Aye Verb at? See the shit Aye Verb be Tweeting could get Aye Verb slapped And he always battle here in New York so here's an interesting Aye Verb fact Before I leave the bathroom I wash my hands Before Verb leaves the bathroom, he get's washed by Hanz Beasley called me for this punk Passport before he booked his plane ticket I know I said I wouldn't do it, but the fact still remains get it? Now wordplay I had that since my birthday Calicoe sucks....Aye Verb when he's thirsty I am true, the real rap Gucci You clone I should split your dome for trying to do me Get beat with a bat, I be at where you be at Bring the beef to your BF, heat wherever he at Wherever I go you know the burners will go Will knock U out of YOU like I turned into YO Now when I battle a nigga I make him feel wack Cause it's a difference between metaphors, a clever fraud And street life was never yours, screaming real rap but the nigga lying I ain't got a slogan so I'ma steal Smack's It's REAL NIGGA TIME! [Round 1: Calicoe] Two niggas that got knocked the fuck out First of all I'm not Dose, second of all I'm not Rex And let's get some shit straight Hanz hands never went around Aye Verb's neck When we was setting the battle up He said, "You don't wanna do it NY." Shit I'm like, "Why not nigga? You don't wanna do it in Detroit." But look where we at, that's because for the stacks and grands I'll clap a man if Smack have him in Pakistan It's a wrap, Saran, bullets stuffed, I pack a can Him and Cortez faggot ass be bumper to bumper like a traffic jam And I'm glad that Mexican bitch been running See when I say something I really mean it NYB should be mad at Cortez Cause if he would've played his queen position They probably wouldn't have ever got the king hit Me versus this old nigga? Yeah, this shit bout to be bold nigga Not just because I'm better than you lyrically But because I actually know how to expose niggas Like you walk around saying you the hottest nigga in URL I'd rather refer to being a cold nigga See I set every nigga up and get 'em for everything that they got I'm like a Gold Digger Aye this burner's lonely, so if these hot pockets, I fold niggas It's looking like a sandwich when I turn into a savage I see opportunity, take the rock, bullets that'll shake his house See you a bitch ass nigga, want me to tell you why you a bitch ass nigga? Cause your whole career is based on you swinging on a bitch ass nigga Just think of all his opponents aside Verb That he got in that ring with well to me they was all birds Rex? Every nigga in here know he soft Dose was about this' height boy And your other opponent is self-explanatory, a motherfuckin' white boy Now in that ring with a nigga that's gon eat that jab and swing back Before you make a move, know none of them niggas on my team rap So you swing, be packed, or you gon get your whole team clapped Don't make no move Math I really mean that I'm a goon, my pops a goon, it's in my genes scrap Don't forget I got Chicago riding, hit Big T's jack I know you gon say he can't hang with you cause he's fat But he don't fight he got Lord's And he'll put prints on your head like a ski mask I'm too young for these niggas The main nigga that don't come up out his comfort zone You don't wanna come to Detroit? Aight fuck it, you can get slumped at home Tired of these fucking faggots talking like they touch the chrome I'll smack his big ass and walk away like nothing's wrong And after that I'ma clap it til I break it Throwing bullets, I'm a quarterback passing to the (?) Real clips, these ain't blips that I'm flashing with the banger And on your last breath I'ma ask you is we rappers or is we gangstas? Bullets are running backwards and going forward like Bo Jackson Consider them lost, you might as well toe tag These Hollow's gon leave 'em leaning, you already snow dat! LANDSLIDE! [Round 2: Math Haifa] Yo Smack, why you never book me for no battles out of town? You got these fake ass 2Pac's acting like they Get Around Knowing they be shook in they boots soon as they plane hit the ground Pick a city you don't like, I'ma burn that motherfucker down Y'all think this is a real nigga? That's some crazy shit What? You say your name is Young what? Man, get off of Jay-Z dick Smack said you getting lazy, when niggas babies get the 86 I said, "if he spazz Smack, I'ma put him on his ass Smack" I guess he getting ready to pay me to come out and babysit Wavy, I got tired of waiting on Lux and Mook, fuck them fruits They don't know if they wanna host battles, just recruit Crunch the booth, be thugs in suits, cheerleaders, substitutes Man they don't know what the fuck to do Fuck it, let them corny niggas fade out I stayed out to wear the crown nobody never gave out I can care less bout having the biggest name out As long as when it's done I'm the highest nigga paid out When this is weighed out, it's gon feel like tonight You was in the same house with Michael Myers in a fight for life You try to break out But it's like he laced his Nike's tight, you thought you found a way out Look back, didn't see Mike in sight You turn around frightened cause Mike has got that blade out He swipes it twice, your head falls, your neck sprays out, then lightning strikes I'm a slaughter this infant hardcore with a vengeance Kick his door off the hinges, pump four in his tendons Push his face in the pool till his hands stop moving Watch, he ain't water resistant I'll admit you spit a few bars that get a couple ooh/ahhs But most your battles you lost worse than Harold and Kumar Speaking of Harold, I'ma leave him like Harold in his new car Give him 21 Brooklyn style, Utah Let me introduce y'all to the stupidest nigga The one who Yung III coined a phrase on "Smack, who is this nigga?" I wish I was BMF, but you don't shoot for them niggas You pussy, ain't you say the homie Proof was your nigga? Well here's the question... If you was murdered and your man Proof was battling And somebody spit a bar about your roof getting splattered in Knowing ya man Proof, what you think would happen then? He'd tap his chin? You should never fucking rap again You think you tough cause your pops in the P now But scared of a beat down so the block you don't be round Then lose a battle, then win a battle, I get it, I see now You Ben Wallace in Detroit, only good for a rebound I told Royce that he's a pup in training Know what he said, "You ain't ever lie." Calicoe ain't ever chose to let the metal fly Real recognize real and never testify You be saying rhymes to your mans, you be telling lies Why you told me that he pussy and he never ride? You and your pops had the same [?] from hella guys You gon be an outcast/OutKast in your corner, fuck it, I'ma tell him why You two face when it come to holding water, Aquemini But all I'm saying is you ain't got no fucking loyalty! Loaded Lux the same that's why that nigga keep avoiding me You not a thug or a G, you really not a problem Maybe you a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin? It's all fact, not a play in strategy Really, I was taken back when you say you'd battle me You show up with them treys like K's for casualties The doctor shows if I Grey's Anatomys [Round 2: Calicoe] He talking about how I begged and begged and begged for the battle But I'm thinking like, “Nigga so what?" You a vet and I'ma kill you and my stock's finna go up So nigga chill with all that big guy shit For these twin Macs go off and leave that big guy hit And don't act tough cause you can get wrecked up The Mac bust is worst to get hit then by a Mack Truck That black stuff, black mask, black gloves Black hoodie and a black mask, that clap slugs It's getting kind of funny dealing with these rap "thugs" Talking all that street shit just to get they stacks up Remember against Solomon you used an acronym Yeah I'm talking 'bout that old shit Where you said, "Me and the hoes." He was talking ‘bout them niggas that he roll with Translation: I be shooting til the chambers empty and it going through you In other words fuck Hanz/hands I got arms that'll hit the quarter of your crew This battle done made me mad I ain't the nigga to see how the anger do the Math Ain't laying hands/Hanz when I put these (D's) in the Chamberz See Math can't respond to shit like that Cause for some reason he just ain't that memorable But if his old ass beat me, that shit's got to be a miracle What you should do is pay me to write your shit I'll give you some drive and start steering you Then your whole style will reflect off [?] just like the mirrors do You know what pisses me off the most when I'm hearing you? You could say the wackest shit I ever heard in my life And these niggas will start cheering you See that's what makes me think he put some type of fear in y'all For instance he went and got accused of gay shit Aye Verb decided to say shit and them same niggas ain't cheer at all You fucking faggot, I'm tired of hearing ‘bout how you tote the Mac How you provoke the scrap? Nigga I'm in the same spot where Dose was at Yeaaaah! "Who is this nigga?" Okay I'm bullshitting, you know who he is But that make it easier for my men to spot you and let it blow through your ribs No remorse for your shorties either, let it blow through your kids You damn scrappy I even hit grand pappy on that sofa with his Straight disrespect talk to all of your men reckless My chrome, man that bitch can bang more than Karrine Steffans That'll pump X [?] your man lessons When I'm talking Tecs/text, I ain't speaking on a sent message But Math the type of guy that call guys and record the shit What part of the game is that? So that's what real niggas do? So we supposed to believe you do big shit like that and kill niggas too? You probably feeling like a Fresh Prince cause you a Will nigga, dude Funny guy, get your whole clique thrown out we Uncle Phil niggas crews Computer guy, you wouldn't even survive in Twitter jail That's how I know you ain't got that eight cooking Cause these ain't the hands/Hanz that do the dirty work That's how I could tell he could never face booking I usually work niggas out like Phys Ed, but I say why be me? When I could just roll that SK, why (Y) PE? Y'all could rewind that, that's that Skyper rifle That lead blam, the scope looking like a webcam You damn right you gon notice my lead snipe when my web-sight I'm trying to find a spot, nigga the nine's will pop And have forensics all in his hood trying to find his top Or we could do it UFC style, get him that octagon I beat him till it's all red, that's a sign to stop So what you lames gonna tell me? The knife will give me cold cuts I'll leave his frame in a deli, put flames in his belly Catch `ern in that concord soon as this gun jam I turn his brains into jelly Landslide... [Round 3: Math Hoffa] Terranio Hightower, you gon' front for niggas But real rap, you know my style, I bring the guns to niggas My bullets go here and wherever your niggas run to nigga They belong here/hair in this high tower/Hightower, Rapunzel nigga We could fight, don't nobody wanna jump you nigga Get socked and slapped, I'll Dose you or Trump you nigga I could say some other names but I don't want to nigga You dry snitch for punchlines, I just punch you niggas So you know it's whatever you little bitch nigga You could stand up here and call me a fraud But you use my dirt to diss niggas How that line go? "Only reason Mook sign to a cash label is cause they felt sorry for them 12 staples." YEAH, WHAT?! FINISH IT NIGGA! "THAT MATH GAVE YOU!" There's rumors in the battle world saying I'm wilding I beat Mook and I ain't need $25,000 Is it true? Is it not? Did you catch Mook on the block? And went "do-do-do-do-do-do-doom!" On his top? With a Rug’ or a Glock? Man you bitch ass niggas spreading rumors should stop I don't got no beef with Mook, but y'all remember that round he through at Yung Hot? That applies, it seems like y'all pacified Being satisfied with a pack of lies Calicoe ain't half the gangsta that he advertise He classified average against a savage, he's a sacrifice I come to your turf your whole squad gonna get murked Call me Polo, I but the riders in the front of your shirt When I was in the streets making runs with my work You was in the streets saying, "Come to my church." I don't care about none of the shit that you flung in your verse Cause you don't got the brain capacity to fuck with my worst When I'm spitting this ill you feel a difference in skill If you gon rhyme like me you need the Limitless pill I live it for real! I could give him a chill Just by thinking what would happen if this shit get for real Calicoe you fucking bitch, the streets like when you fuck a bitch Come/cum equipped or you gon get burnt without that rubber grip Fuck is this? These Midwest niggas be on some sucka shit So please don't get down on your knees when I say "Suck a dick!" Here's a list of reasons why Calicoe's had it Heartless in a pink fitted made you look like a faggot Shotgun Suge disrespected your dead homie and you didn't let him have it You told [?] Cortez got his pocket stuck, now this one is just tragic Cause I was standing right next to Cortez when we made his pockets go rabbit Am I lying nigga? You ate Ms. Hustle out on her period! I'm serious! He ate Ms. Hustle out on her period! I'm serious! Dirty nigga, talking 'bout he ain't ever did it before, he was curious What happen to you Midwest niggas Posted in every corner like a stop sign? Wear the Glock 9 or leave him at a stop sign Stop slime, why don't you stop saying stop sign And you stole that rock climb line from Conceited... and I'm not lying! I'd hate to be your pops, especially if he don't fuck with the staff CO's come up to him "Yo your son just had a battle! That motherfucker got smashed! The nigga in the battle was talking bout you getting fucked in the ass." "And what my son do? He popped off right?!" "Man that pussy nigga ain't do nothing....he laughed" Then pops stay in the yard trying to play tough, wrinkle his face up People walking by whispering, ain't no director to say cut He got a son named Terraneo and he straight butt [Round 3: Calicoe] This lying ass nigga! That's why I never would trust you My bitch right here, does she look anything like Ms. Hustle? He said he gon' kill-k-k-k-k-kill-kill Calicoe He gon' kill-k-k-k-k-kill-kill Calicoe Grab the steel, p-p-p-p-peel then Math'll go Blast the fo', fuck it we could turn it to a casket show Honestly Math, on a skill scale you Average Joe You was nice with that Heat so why'd you run into this Maverick for? I had a feeling he was gon' come here and try and cop out That's when I start squeezing I guarantee he tap out That's when he start bleeding as soon as these bullets pop out The heart gon' fail Math and that's exactly when it drop out What you bout 6'6"? It don't even matter you still a big bitch Talking tough on that field gon' get you lynched quick Cause when I'm spazzing I turn Math into Madden, hit stick Just thinking it's all greasy like a fish stick I'm taking all of the bullets to the house, big 6 Dip shit, this nigga really got me fucked up Like I ain't deserve to battle Math, niggas acting like I lucked up Talking about who he should battle, you niggas should shut the fuck up Cause nigga who you would've battled I'd kill Loaded Lux what the fuck's up? Landslide! I remember saying, "What up Math? I got love for old niggas." Not saying what they wanted me to say to get here I told you up in my first round I'm a gold digger Now I'm exactly what I wanna be, kinda loving my status Two fully autos you could call my mathematics (Math e 'matics) Any clip I fill Math can have it I'm tired of niggas walking around like Math's a savage Walking 'round like you'se a motherfuckin' boss nigga All y'all soft, you just the toughest out the soft niggas In other words, either way it go you taking a loss nigga I don't fuck with Math so it's not a problem for me to cross niggas He had four battles, boom, everyone of 'em... he lost nigga He been taking a lot of shots and lately you've been off nigga So when I go get that iron it ain't golf nigga This K will knock down the walls in your crib, turn an apartment to a loft nigga It's fucked up cause my straps filled with flame Make one false move and these caps peel your brain Even if you a wifey these caps steal your dame And you ain't a gangsta cause the fact still remains But it's not through Math, I chill and wait at the spot Soon as he pull up, bang! Let that eight straight in his top But that ain't where it stop, at the funeral and at the casket With a 4-6 defense when I put eight in a box Now niggas wanna talk about my pops? Why niggas wanna talk about my pops? Y'all think it's real to disrespect a real nigga? He doing time in the Feds right now and he done actually killed niggas That mean he done left niggas leaking with the chrome And turned around and got more time for speaking on the phone You just ain't a street nigga if you don't feel that So many fake niggas faking I don't even know why I still rap You already know how I feel Smack! You better have that battle in Detroit, ain't nobody gon' get killed Smack! See I just killed Justin in front of y'all and made him feel wack Cause it's a difference between metaphors and real rap LANDSLIDE!
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