[Round 1: Math Hoffa]
Put ya hands up, bet it's longer than Shine when he stand up
Put ya hands up, I bet it's taller than Shine when he stand up
K-Shine, little n***a, you got bars well tonight I'm in the bookens with ya
You work in Benihanas talking bout you pulling triggers
So all that heat he got for beef mean he cooking dinner
Buss boy, clean up behind me
Spine see I never leave a tip that's tiny
Rewind me, I bust boy and clean up behind me
And promise we never leave a tip that's tiny
You f**ing with a Brooklyn grimy
Ya chick tried sliding me her bush, she slimy
Heard she a star so I tried to without D
I liked her so I tapped twice, that's IG
You don't got bars like that, you don't even like broads like that
So try not to fall asleep you know his bars type wack
And I'll be here next round to bring the bars right back
[Round 1: K-Shine]
k** what he say, bars are all I brought, it could go either way
Got a whole clip for that dumb sh** so we could play
Only person put a beat on Shine is DNA
Multiple shots, now that's clapping
Simplify him that's one in the top, that's fractions
Get divided, that equals a box, that's no challenge
Cause subtracting all problems is simple Math, Matics
Heat out the window, it ain't no dodging that
5 guys equals 10 4's, roger that?
It's like a n***a saying goodbye, when that larking clap
As soon as a n***a peace out, it going Hoffa back
But you ain't got bars like that
You punch n***as, how you get up on this card like that?
You know his bars type wack
And I'll be back acapella to bring my bars right back
Zip Em Up!
[Round 2: Math Hoffa]
Ya name Shine, f** you supposed to be? Good weather?
I came to bring them dark clouds like some good cheddar
Them n***as hood?
Never Y'all bout to see I get Shine boxed like Little Tommy in Goodfellas
I could knock you out cold, ba*tard
Just keep ya face clear, Proactiv
Hardheaded n***a, I don't like to go backwards
Try to stick with this green like when you hold cactus
I ride out to get me the loot
Fake friends got me like I need to get me a coupe
I take head shots, please don't get me to shoot
I red tops, no bottom like Winnie The Pooh
You don't got bars like that
W0000! You could get the hand of god like that
So try not to fall asleep, you know his bars type wack
Come see my next battle, I'ma bring them bars right back
[Round 2: K-Shine]
They say yo Shine why you take Math? Cause I ain't serious, n***a
They say why you take Math? Cause I ain't Serius, n***a
What you think? We in ATL that I'm a different man?
Ain't gotta be in NYB for you to get the Hanz
Plus I got some NY heat when my triggers blam
I take a n***a right off his feet just like Lieutenant Dan
You speeding n***a, you need to slow down
You function by yourself with Verb, you ain't no pronoun/pro now
You ain't MIA, Dade County, Zoe Pound
Me MIA, they county don't want this whole pound
co*k back, reload, he get the whole round
Big Poppa's, if you don't know, then you know now
Think this n***a tough
It's round 2 I won this battle n***a, Zip Em Up
[Round 3: K-Shine]
Math, you's a cla** act kid, your whole style is played out
You don't set no fires cause all ya matches strike out
You always land one in the kisser but your raps don't make out
If this was the Proving Grounds you'd have to deck your way out
But the funny sh** is you don't do it so ya career can rise as a stock
You punch n***as to justify your raps not being hot
But then you call yourself Math, well that equals to a lot
Cause who know Math? Finding a common factor is just putting Math in a box
Well I'm logged in Compaq 40, I give em all 10
Spread them bullets equally, half and half til they all in
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, right I go again
I got his arms waving, that n***a doing the Carlton
These bubble gum n***as get ate, so the double mint
I'm waiting for money to come through, settlement
Threw my gloves aways, I shoot that weapon with oven mitts
That cannon so big... pick it up like I'm shoveling
See we all know Math good for getting 'em first right?
But what good is starting a problem if you don't ever finish your work?
I mean you never used a formula of getting your worth
But if y'all know Math it's PEMDAS Y
Ou supposed to get what's in the parenthesis first
But you can't cause you ain't got bars like that
You punch n***as, how you expect to get up on the card like that?
Ya n***as slow for thinking you god like that
Little do they know that's the reason they gon starve like that
It's all about that money n***a, you gotta recognize
It's get rich or die trying, if you ain't getting rich, you next to die
You better use your brain before it bang
And they sketch the guy, that's the cost of them dumb dumbs, SSI
Yes it's I, K-Shine aka the weapon guy
I treat slugs like they don't apply, I let 'em fly I violate ya whole situation, whoever left to die
Gotta do all they transportation thru Access-A-Ride
Big money but a short temper I ball hard like I'm trying to get on Sports Center
In that ES peeing (ESPN) on ya who*e n***a
Call her MMG, she want the boss n***a
Zip Em Up
[Round 3: Math Hoffa]
Yeah I spit punchlines, but sometimes I act 'em out
I put the SMACK in Smack and that fact even Smack could vouch
Jones ain't nothing to brag about
How I blacked out and blacked him out
But rappers rap and smack is smack, he still gon pack the house
I'm still getting battles and charging dudes the max amount
n***as wanna play cat and mouse
Lying in they blogs looking like frauds cause when the facts come out
You see he wasn't throwing back, he was tapping out
But I ain't worried cause his a** is a barber
Jones should've known better than to take a match with Tarver
He went, "W0000!" I hit 'em harder than a batch of karma
He was out before he dropped like the Magna Carta
But now I'm up against Shine, a Dot Mob soldier and...T-Rex Doberman
I heard you house broken, f** it get ya house broken in
Soon as I see an opening I'm going in
To tell him pa** the keys like a sober friend
Shine how you supposed to win?
Don't talk while I'm flowing
Cause if I start choking, these hands gon start choking him
You and Rex got a complex, Napoleon
You remind me of the Olsen Twins, except you shorter than both of them
Don't pretend like I ain't Hoffaluyah
I still wanna battle Mook, but now I got this loser
He got a deal, but never got a future
He couldn't get his disc played (displayed) In that position like the Karma Sutra
Now I rematched Rex, but I forgot the tumor
A lot of rumors but everybody know that I'm a shooter
The type to pop up on ya block and put a rocket through ya With a old a** tech (Aztec), I call the sh** Montezuma
But it be kicking like Liu Kang
n***a you puss, I'm running thru the Bush like the 2 Train
I'm on him like zoom, bang, then I remove chains
Cause Brooklyn n***as only find Jesus where ya j**els/j**s hang
Jesus, Jews, hang, I got some great rhymes
I need some more bodies so I'm here to body K-Shine
If it makes sense, I'm running down on him just like a canine
Hoffa leave a n***a stretched out just like a Drake 'mune
n***a I'm about my business, no playtime
Outside my state lines that's why they hate mine
I'm holding down the fort, these other n***as just waste time
Cause I don't see what's stopping you Shine, you like to play Mime
I mean, I hope you back up all that sh** you been talking
f** what Kendrick yapping about, I'm the King Of New York and
You don't got a leg to stand on, stiffen the coffin
This Christopher Reeves versus Christopher Walken
In the end I win cause I'm the Christopher Walking
So I'ma do you damage for holding n***as spot
Two slammers I call 'em Hogan and The Rock
If I hit you with 'em both up close, f** going into shock
If I hit you in the ground n***a you going in the block
You see why I be with ATL n***as and n***as from B Sty?
We Gucci, the G you (U) see (C) might be from CI
Or I have a Bankhead n***a just let 3 fly
Leave his whole top F'in red, Fila
You don't got bars like that
Shoutout to MC War, they rep hard like that
So try not to fall asleep, you know his bars type wack
And I'll be here next round to bring them bars right back