MARKED FOR DELETION - Math Hoffa vs. Aye Verb - Aye Verb's Verses (Duplicate) lyrics

[Round 1: Aye Verb] Aye Verb vs. Math Hoffa, I ain't glad, I'm mad, potna Y'all threw me in the ring with y'all battle rap bully? Mr. “Jab Proper?” A n***a that s**er-punched an 125 pound man and didn't drop him? That's obnoxious, why y'all treat him like he Batman like the battle world is Gotham? That's why he got that chip on his shoulder stuck like a shotgun But there's one problem: real n***as never get accused of f**ing with f*gs Hoffa Let's break you down, lyrically you ave, Hoffa But you funny as a motherf**er, you make n***as laugh, Hoffa ?? I will homie-don't-play-that sock this clown, the padlocks in it Undercover rapper slash copper I tell my n***as to shoot, you tell and get my shooters locked up I'm going after gold with Mook, why in the f** should I chase copper? He swing on me, I swing back but I'm waving that damn chopper Shots pop him, he in the hospital propped up sh** bag, small TV, soap operas, Jell-o cups, nurses, doctors Them rappers you punked, we're not them and they're not us Tonight, your voice get out the pocket, just one octave I'ma show you how I'll do Math: reach in my pants, gun by my abs, co*k it Blast and knock a fraction of his chest away, now y'all looking at half Hoffa It's something strange about you dirty, I ain't saying you ain't real But I sit around gangstas all the time back home and Hoffa you just, you just don't get me that same deal Type of n***a, broad day, Timberlands, “Math Hoffa! Brooklyn! Night time, it's half top like “Hey, poppa, I'm Brooke Lynn!” Down low brother, when that round blow, brother You better take cover and get down low, brother n***as acting like his dad's great Till you see Verb in all black, shotgun with that kick that boom! Sound like a 808 Go ahead n***a, start a few, I'll murk all you fools I quarterback my team, I move when I tell em, it's like a audible Math get home before me, get the shinin, I want all them j**els Huddle up with my linemen and tell em, “Hit that n***a and take that sh**” just like a toilet stool Don't get ga**ed Math ‘cause I got this k**er look Like I won't wet that windshield, hop out, put that pump in your side and squeeze just like a Fill'er-up This n***a's nuts, I told you Smack, I'ma run through these rappers Y'all threw a antelope in front of a raptor If you're static, I come get all y'all, it's the rapture f** what he believe in, Baptist, Christian, or Catholic That bell ring and Verb standing here, he needs a casket ‘Cause the whole match-up is bad biz Y'all know how you order something and the bubble paper around the package? Well to me, that's what Math is! This n***a's a**, I'll chew his a** as is ?? Everybody know you there but we ain't listening for you, you a motherf**ing ad lib [Round 2: Aye Verb] Now we just heard all them jokes, and watched you just play mad mobster But the fact still remains, real n***as never get accused of f**ing with f*gs, Hoffa I ain't feel comfortable when I walked in here, a** watcher Ey fellas, this room get packed, he gon get a grab, watch him Old aggressive a** punk, go in the bar, see a n***a he want, spot him, throw a drink at him Dude get mad, Math jab him, grab him, pull him chest to chest like he finna slam him And then wink at him I gotta turn URL to Mortal Kombat 6 ‘Cause y'all playing flag football, St. Louis? We on that contact sh** Before a battle, Math be in the mirror, making sure his eye contacts fit You a f**ing fanboy I'm scared to make eye contact with Far as your squad? n***as nice, Hollow and Con, that's it Prob? Yeah, I bomb that fist and palm that fifth, you better calm that sh** Heard about where you from, Math, y'all produce the kind that snitch I'll show up on his block like “who's sayin?” (Hussein) then Saddam that b**h k**er piranha in the ocean yeah, I'm that fish I'm nice hard, this as deep as y'all wanna get? I can swim through Math with anchors on my ankles, no lifeguard I can make your life hard, you write light bars, I write light “ah's” Strike pause, when you battled Solomon, you was getting k**ed, you had to play the white card You battled Rex, you was getting k**ed, you said he was a Mike fraud I wasn't even gon take you, n***as don't take you serious, Ill said “do it,” I said “you right, dog” I'ma put all your little stripes under my wing, yeah, use your little record like Right Guard Speaking of records, Math said he should've been had a deal, he spit that hot lava Question: Who's gonna open a budget for you, buddy? You have the image of a truck driver I ain't tryna hear all that superstar sh** that he be talking Kids be riding with their parents, see Math, hang out the window and go “EHHNG EHHNG” and he don't even be driving, he be walking Acting like your team is sick, dog, your team ain't sh** I've got one question for every member in your team, your clique Cortez, how long will it take your Mexican a** to make a 99-cent bag of Dorito chips? Math, when the last time you gripped a machine gun or seen a brick? Let me ask your manager, you fat motherf**er, when the last time you seen your dick? I'm what you call a boss, my dogs, I don't call em off Tell em that hollow's off, introduce Brooklyn to the holocaust Instructions: k** anything moving and you, haul em off You, cotton soft, your slick game is average They nickname me NASA the way I let them rockets off No, I'll bring the b**h out y'all toughest n***a He a s**er n***a, main n***a that'll s** a n***a He'll sit in a man lap, and let him run his fingers up your backside, you little puppet n***a Man, f** this n***a! [Round 3: Aye Verb] Gee whiz, wasn't expecting those bars, yeah right, ha ha But the fact still remains Okay, I'm off that sh**, y'all get the point, time to switch lanes n***a, your bars ‘bout as exciting as a Knicks game You ain't dope, you can't k** me When Smack asked if I want a hit of Hoffa, I rolled up my sleeve and said “which vein?” St. Louis know, he in the presence of a shooter, know how his tone switch and his pitch change He rap wild at them timid rap clowns, I'm that back clowd that'll thunderstorm and rain on that big name No h*mo, this the round when I get in your a**, sh** stain Looking like a big b**h-a** holiday heart Ving Rhames You're just a New York battle rapper, this battle in New York I'm on your house like “f** your couch n***a!” - Rick James Surprise, y'all didn't seen that coming Like old girl from Dead Presidents hopping out that trash can, blasting I'm ‘bout to smoke him, all y'all that gas Math gon need gas masks He just signed Tsunami Surf to Team Hoffa, Surf text me like “Verb, he treat me bad, fam He said it was all love, he just come to the studio, get behind me, grab me, f** me all flash fast Got me walking around Jersey in a a** cast!” Math said he the devil, n***a you gon have to let a ?? I'm ‘bout to smoke this n***a, tonight I play the trash man Yeah, listen to it, he don't have bars He do sh** like bring up n***as real names to gain laughs Well, mine's Chaz, and I'll let him shave me bald on Smack If Justin could book a plane ticket under the name “Math” *Bleep bleep* “Newsflash, breaker, breaker, this just in Math Hoffa, a.k.a. Justin, was caught with two loaded .45's and an ounce of crack c**aine He said he was influenced by Rick Ross's Hustlin When interrogated by authorities, we found out the Brooklyn native's heart was tucked in Found out he was facing years just ten And Justin agreed to cooperate with the authorities, gave up the ‘who, what, when' And I quote, ‘It was Cortez, Liaison, and D. Chambers too, I can't go down for those n***as officers, f** them'” Back to business! Brooklyn, how y'all produce a dolphin and y'all said shark? n***a please, I've been around wilder animals in Pet Smart You've been active for six years, I've been active for a year; taking me, was that smart? And he's still losing this race with a five year head start I needed dirt on Math, I hollered at Math lil broad I said “what's up, baby?” She said “What's up, my man's a fraud” I said “Your man's a fraud?” she said “yeah” so I said “tell me more” She said “First off, that sh** on his face, birth mark, he been had that scar Trust me, Verb, he ain't half as hard Don't nobody know him in Brooklyn, he ain't even half a star He 32 and still battling, embarra**ing me with these average bars” I said “well I'm over in Queens, so holler up baby, roll through” she said ”I would but we don't have a car And my lights finna get cut off Verb, we have it hard, what can I do?” I said “Oh, you need some cash at large” Flew her to St. Louis, introduced her to a Vessona and some caviar, had her selling a** to stars I used my mind to control her body, your b**h is now my avatar My homie Jun is locked away, so losing? Nah, not today If I feel in my heart, this win got away I'ma show up on his sets with my crew aiming machines with lights on this actor Trust me, this is not a play but someone's getting shot today Heat seeking shells, I toss in the air from like a block away He can run, skip, buddy, hop away, till they get a hit, them shells gon be after Math (Aftermath) like Dr. Dre I ain't worried about Math on no street sh**, he can roll up to me waving a loaded handgun I would probably, “Tuh, come on, quit playing, huh” I'm from the show me state, you gotta show me, I don't give a f** where this man from Yeah, we heard, but I ain't never seen you f**ing with Clips, he like Cam'ron