Math Hoffa - Math Hoffa vs K-Shine lyrics

[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