URLtv - Math Hoffa vs J Dose lyrics

[Round 1: Math Hoffa] Look, before I start I want to say, that I was never proud of what happened between me and Dose And that's why we here today. To do this for hip hop. Aight He still look like a s**a! A stupid motherf**er right!? He the type to put his hat brim in ya face and start a f**ing fight Well I never been a p**y n***a, tell me what it's like Fronting like you hard, then running for ya f**ing life Cause when these Philly n***as see the iron You gon see enough bodies on the ground to fill them coffins that FEMA hiding You think he a gangsta go watch the f**ing tube So they can see we fold you up like I was cuffing Tru's Some of y'all new that battle I wasn't f**ing cool Until a hat brim in ya face and it's touching you Real n***as respect n***as space or its bust a move Get ya sh** rocked like a thrift shop its nothing new I'm from Brooklyn no work then we go to rob And take ya work, BIG BANG! Off the word of God Light switch turn em off we turn to Mike Vick Cause we come back around with them same numbers Like we ain't murder dog Go ahead and talk hard, we know you ain't about to flip Remember when "Chill dog, I'm only 19." was coming out ya lips? I could just give you some bars and get you out this b**h But you the one who broke our agreement and Smack can vouch for this Now you here on this stage, you must've upped ya luck You lost on 106 three times cause you f**ing s** Haters said you gave me the shine, I'm like "Enough's enough" You bout to feel my hardest punchline like when I f**ed you up Now this next her is gon crush ya core I pushed you off the stage and ran behind you to f** you up some more I said "Get outta my face" he said "what's up than dawg?" Tech 9 when its check time, another f**ing fraud This battle rap sh** there ain't no competitors Y'all seen how I was slaying the predator I'm better than you I be the best 'fore I D-I-E And I ain't falling back again ghost of B-I-G No possession sh** Unless we talking a weapon that I done crept in with Get off the handle than it's the handle I teach the lesson with sh** is deep they thought Polo got murked off But I'm the one URL chaps got ya birth off There's two types of n***as in life The n***as that find b**hes and f** em and the n***as that.... trust 'em Who grind riches from nothing and the n***as that's suffering Behind hiccups is bustin and the n***as that's duckin The n***as who pop sh** versus the n***as that snuff em Yo my original verse was like a prophecy An ill introduction to the to the realest two gorillas Hoffa live it, they fronting If you came here to fight, let's skip thru the bluffin' I punch a hole thru this bird and get a fist full of stuffing I told you give me my space, you said "Let's get it, it's nothing"." You disrespectful so I checked you..... end of discussion HOFFA! [Round 1: J. Dose] I should start this off by knocking you the f** out! But I'ma spit some bars cousin See the whole time ya thought karma was a b**h, but I'm far from it See I ain't gotta get my point cross You can already tell where I'm headed soon as the coin toss Speculation when y'all seen me it's like "WOW he really survived" Or "he really revived" Or some much dirt thrown on my name thought I was buried alive See J. Dose was never dead just certain things that was never said Which is why he got some better cred And I know a close mouth ain't never fed But defeat was never on my mind an you know I'm a step ahead You see I'm an ahead of myself I had to rewind myself to remind myself I'm behind myself Simultaneously beyond myself so fast I had to time myself Look at the clock and surprise myself See I don't wanna get beside myself But there ain't no competition besides myself See only I can tie myself and if I do than I'm, well, by myself It apparently doesn't show that I'm myself So imagine if I combine myself Dose Yeah I know I went back in the past to give Vlad the beginning round But I came back just in time to finish line I give a f** what you haters say I'm still attacking the lyrical You know a picture say a thousand words an just imagine the video So homie don't run lip 'fore that barrel get tongue lit In other words I can arrange/orange to get son kissed/Sunkist Choppers with drum clips bangin' till numbness Ain't a genie but rubbing me the wrong way is nothing you wanna wish This rap world is on some dumb sh** L'ma speak on behalf of those who well actually come to spit All the way from T-Rex to well my son Clips And if Mook was here I bet he'd wanna trip Cause in these battles n***as drop albums And he still relevant off, well, one hit I mean that's gotta be demoralizing to a rappers ego I guess now I know how quarterbacks fell about Tebow But this times tables are turned, ain't nothing screwed My boy problems, add them, that's not a plus for you But don't mind us/minus unless you wanna lose See just cause I got cla** don't mean I let you pa** I just rather do the math than divide through the half Let the Eagle/equal do/to a W And f** what happened man, you scaring who? Listen, before I let anything land, this pair'll shoot/parachute I ain't about the rap, the field is where you'll find me at Ask Dolls, I play the corner where the drivers at I put cheese on ya head if you trying to trap I'm a Packer plus all my G's ride in packs What's in ya pocket? Let me find out you copping sacks You in a Lembo? We airing (Aaron), Roger that! Here to set the record straight, 40 make him levitate Give this n***a wings an he can really be a featherweight You get a box, I ain't talking in a ring I got a bullet in my neck, this n***a talkin bout a swing?! While you was making blogs about what we did at the gym I was trying to learn how to walk and move my fingers again See my boy detrimental, I been mixing since 10 And still gutter ball/bol and that's without hitting the pen/pin So go ahead start swinging again I put a price on ya head tag on ya toe, cut ya living expense These other rappers ain't give him an inch I'm in the same spot Calicoe was at And I wish this n***a would/wood cause its getting intense/in tents You don't wanna scrap, I'ma let a hundred clap To ya family tree I'm like a lumberjack And I don't know why ya gun is strapped You ain't buckin no more Ya warring done/Warren Dunn, see him running back Running for my life, n***a I will run ya wife I'II f** ya dream girl till her a** cum/come to life I ain't a pimp, that's the worse lie Since I blew/blue birds follow me like Twitter you can check just to verify Money, cars, clothes all a n***a knows Triple six zero z's, all a n***a flows Got the world in my palm I could cross him with the globe The way Brooklyn on the net you would thought he facing Hov Ya whole city watching probably Diddy watching What you gonna do does he get an option You a cold p**y I'ma bout to finger pop him Put a price on ya head and send my n***as shopping Rah! They'll find you sleep and awake Get it? Sleep in a wake You a full time rapping battle, I'll have em laughing at you Cut ya throat to play pool with ya Adams apple What can you draw that haven't already saw? What can you say you want YouTube to play? I mean what could you even mention dude that wasn't on ya interviews The more magnified the more it became minuscule An interview here, an interview there This man had more interviews/inner views than a rear view mirror Save ya breath fam, you giving me a breath tan His breath an hot his mic need a sweatband Before, you could've got signed by Def Jam Now you wouldn't get signed by a deaf man Low pro, got no flow, n***a you're loco Rap s**s, ya ga**ed up, call him Sunoco Oh no, so-so flow making them no shows No joke, got Dose flows up in a choke hold h*mo, you old though, busting a fo' fo' Hit [?] with Cinco, something like Ocho Or that super Smith'n the one that's busting with logos [?] Encompa**ed by dollars on my Jerry Jones flow A star up on the field I ain't talking logo You think it's a game, it's more like a post show Get 9 out the Cal boy Ton' Romo BLAOW! Leave a mess on ya chest It's Dose b**h Aka the best of the best Want war? Hope you got an S on ya chest Cause what I shoot you gon need a vest on a vest I'm a motherf**ing rider 5 to that chopper Bang his mid frame turn his body to a tire HA! That boy Dose you better ask about him Head of my cla** I don't worry about no Math problem What you know about bringing ya mom to the side With a brace around ya neck cause you caught one up in the spine Seeing her smile erode while looking in her eyes Then tell her ya son just died My brother caught a wig shot right up the street from me Ever since then n***a I ain't living peacefully My baby moms said I went crazy and gave the peace to me It's cool cause she ain't the only one that be leaving me/believe in me I'm a motherf**ing prospect quick to let that nine peck Spit R til it's contact lift him like a sky jet I got places where I hit him when I use the tool about to get the shotty But the collar get the medulla shooter Flow colder than juice of coolers These cats dig me like a pooper scooper I'm the sh** cause everybody feeling me I'm superior lyrically I done k**ed ya a** so bad to the point where you had to swing on me What next? Pull a gun out? Shoot the God? Huh? Mimic Loaded Lux but I'll be in a suit and tie? I guess this battle'll be do or die I ain't lying I got lines that could push suicide No I said I ain't lying, I got lines that could push Tsu aside [Round 2: Math Hoffa] Let's get this roast on the way See Dose hopes and he prays If I get smoked on the stage, maybe the jokes go away I came here outta curiosity, mentally open for play The f** is Dose gonna say to make me dose him today? I knew he'd come back with that "n***as still can't handle dose Yeah I heard you handle bread, let's see if you can handle toast" You shimmying a** n***a, f** is up with all them antidotes? Why you gotta dance around to tell n***as ya hammer smoke? See that's ya problem, you too hyped when you rhyme So I'ma start flipping yours cause I'm tired of flipping mine You should've turned my dome to a stadium, you wasn't riding with ya 9 See you would be aight, but you be lying in ya lines DOSE! Get in ya zone n***a get it in But if you get close my knuckle bones gon' hit ya chin again This toast, I'm delivering I'll Siamese the Glocks while you die of beady/diabetes shots Like a DOSE of insulin Now timeout cause I see some new faces in my house If t'a'll ain't see the tutorial on us, you 'bout to find out This lil n***a here suicidal he trying to sign out You die over Dose in vain you Amy Winehouse What's up Dose you came back for a fight? Well I wanna fight Smack cause I never get the match ups I like But my Spanish n***as told me, "Don't be mad it's aight I mean his names Dose (dos) guess that mean you gotta battle him twice." But having to write for this n***a was tough Cause ain't a dose line ya'll ain't heard So many battle rappers done flipped you this sh** could break nerves You became the description of violating a straight herb And it's permanent, wow, I turned dose to a verb/Aye Verb And I seen ya interviews I'm guessing you just love to front Just because I punched a s**a doesn't mean it was a s**er punch These other n***as be getting violated Cause they all a bunch of bluffing punks But I'm the type of n***a you only gotta f** with ONCE! So why deprive me of just being who I be I'm such a fly G my pa**port is my ID It's NYB we the force they don't try see They know they gotta go with the flow I'm teaching Tai Chi I'll have this dude on the flo' screaming out "Why me!?" I'll send four roaming/Roman ya way you get the IV Dose you can't f** with me privately or publicly But if we ran a train on a hoe this what you gonna see See I'ma take her first, shake her earth, make her squirt Throw it in her box s deep I bet I make her burp But you go against the grain so when its ya time for jumping in This lame'll put his face on the box, this n***a Uncle Ben I mean I got so much to work off, I can crucify you with no cross You battled Joey Jihad I was like "Why?"I was thrown off Cause he also got footage online of getting broke off You got ya head cracked, he dozed off, n***a you both lost I'm giving him pure comedy, he don't deserve hot quotes Matter fact ya whole career is like a knock knock joke Knock knock (who there) Dose! (dose who?) Exactly! [Round 2: J. Dose] I'm just living like I never lived it The grim reaper called I guess he feeling pessimistic See it's impressing how I capture every second to perpetuate the present I'm just saying I'm forever gifted Y'all seen what I been through Ain't no point in me trying to fake it With all these chapters in my life is just his story/history in the making I mean y'all know the deal so y'all knows it's real And when the fire coming you know the drill Stop drop and roll 'Fore I co*k lock and load My spot hot as stoves, cops got the block patrolled You ain't a thug man you probably got a job to go Not to switch the subject though but be honest bro The only time you shine and flow/shining floors is with Mop & Glow Been a loser all ya life cause it's bout time you know Sick of defeat wanna he'll/heel but don't feel what the doctor shows/Dr. Sholes Y'all know me and that n***a Con had a similar line But I didn't hear him when I wrote it And the sh** is still mine listen I ain't saying you straight chocha But every time I see you, you kinda change ya persona When them cameras off you don't really act that hard You ain't bout that action you just rapping hard They want a problem until they got Math involved You want an ISSUE you can get the whole CATALOGUE SUBSCRIPTION MAGAZINE make the NEWS But there's something I READ about him/red bottoms He hate to lose/hate the Lous' (Louis Vuitton) You gon get the feet/defeat just without the lace and shoe And while y'all play the tube Smack I'm thinkin major moves All I see is dollars paper view/Pay Per View I mean y'all put J on TV, Ray Charles'll hop out his grave to see me Listen I'm just trying to make dough he be on that hate flow Til the dots put a cast on him you can stay broke I got fans in the back with their hands raised I shine an much I gotta rap with a lampshade Cause y'all can tell ifs my time Since '991 been labeled as a human walking time bomb Words off the wall no timeline Everything I write fly skyline You a cheerleader hating on the sideline I make the seven point and raise him like a pom pom ni**a! You know the money stay on my mind So a n***a stretch ends like the wide nine And ya b**h been trying reach me like a hotline Cause last visit left her curling like a hot iron Man you better recognize who the top don 'Fore you catch it on sight no dot com, no not lying You better Dash like Dame or catch a gap in you bigger than a ROC sign Cause n***as know I'm a tool blammer With them loaded rhinos in that new banger Hard to control when I use hammers Big sh** you gotta hold like a news camera BLAOW f**ing with me I hope you got a new plan He bout to have more issues than a newsstand Ever since I battled he became the new Stan You remind me of a windmill; HUGE FAN Bars impressive you just want to imitate it Jacking my style since when you been an animated? But let me find out you jack rhymes You gon have to retire and get aired out flatlined Wait wait I'ma show you why I don't think math ride Jack Time, Air Flat, and they say I don't have lines Don't watch me watch TV lesson to the wise In that case Viewer discretion is advised Wa**up with this n***a so obsessed with telling lies When I see him the ladder a get him to climbing So I suggest you get up in the skies/disguise Cause I grab tools act a fool, quick to hit you I do hammers like cameras flash, shoot, get the picture You don't want die you tripping spare the flight Gamble with ya life and you can get that paradise Nah I said you don't want a DIE, trippin spare the flight Gamble with ya life and you can get that pair of dice Futuristic flow ya history for real chump I'm so cold I get Mr. Freeze chill bumps Saying I ain't real But if I pull this joker card he would never find a deal Understand I'm kinds ill, make this rider stop and grill You'll see ARs/C-A-Rs and be staring/steering like the man behind the wheel This ain't no 106 Park sh** this some raw sh** Blow his body parts find his head between his armpits You call this a battle, that's a clear joke Bet ya life and you gonna be dead broke Flow bananas I make King Kong get amazed Cause I go realer/gorilla with bars like he in a cage I need a dot before I hit the stage Cause even the deaf know my raps sick they got hearing AIDS Think you actually can win fam'? You got a better chance tyna use a ladder on quicksand I get you tagged for a quick gram n***a I'ma boss I can make ya shadow my hitman Turn it to a holocaust you get slaughtered dog Eagle to the back of ya head knock a quarter off Boom! [Round 3: Math Hoffa] Before I start this 3rd round, I just wanna speak to y'all I still remember the last time I battled on URL It's ok, I ain't got no beef with ya'll It's not like I be throwing Hennessey bottles or DNA 12 year old teeth at Y'all all I ask is while I'm on the stage, y'all n***as keep it tall If you wanna boo, boo for wack bars that don't reach at all Don't boo because he's ya dawg from ya region, you wanna even odds Or you wanted something simple and the line was too deep for y'all Or a n***a red sleeveless hoody just looked to sweet to y'all Or because they call me a bully and that word just make the demons call It brings us back to a time when were younger, naive, weak and small And the biggest dude on the block used to put hands and feet on y'all And you look up at me like "f** Math I wanna see him fall!" People this is battle rap, two emcees hit a stage With no beat they compete with rap schemes and displays Now though sh** might sound real or really mean full of rage At the end of the day they don't mean what they say Except me! If I ain't ya number one I should be in ya best three n***as know Dose cause they will never forget me So this battle is like Bruce Lee versus Jet Li My punches'll turn a URL stage into UFC Octagon! I brought an As I'm into lots of dram; If he do 't want the clips he'll get ate/eight Octomom I sat you in the crib and raised my value like some stocks and bonds These kinda rhymes gon send you back in long as Obama time Nobody buys that you popping them triggers Treat ya self and be ya self while you dropping them lyrics You just a battle rapper battling for the spot of the illest I solidified my spot with gorillas and I don't rock with you n***as But I ain't come here to fight in front the city This time you getting beat with vocals you know swizzy Blood everywhere oh trizzy, I throw 50 The the way these Young Bucks be acting, so silly I'm the truest; I dealt with that coke and that dope really I don't seen an much snow in the summer you grow chilly From collections low with that weapon that fo fizzy Man I pull that trigger back an hard I go GIMMIE! Tear ya wig off I'm like chemo Low with them tools in ya home....Depot! I put a peephole thru you and two of ya peoples You'll die from one round but they still say it's a 3-0 Best rapper yes master, it's the Neo X-factor colder than that cold cut trio This gonna be the meanest Hoffa that you ever seen yo For your sake hope there's a doctor and a lawyer in the house; Theo Smack! Norbes! Beasley! Chico! Y'all know that I'm a shooter why even give me a free throw Don't wine when I do him greasy yo; Pino This ain't even a matchup the people wanted to see though What ya'll really wanted to see? Ca**idy verse Meek Mills? Please, chill! I wouldn't be feeling that bullsh** on an E pill Them n***as can't f** with this stage, let's be real No disrespect they make hits, but we k** It's Pac Juice! They know whafs up in the booth Yeah I could make the transition but I'm stuck on the truth Wack battles, wack music, who gives a f** about Mook? Smack wa**up I'm trying to battle Lux up on the roof DNA fixed his tooth now he smooth for the viewers T-Rex a check away from removing his tumor You named yourself Dose that's what ruined ya future Cause being number two in a battle makes you the loser You blew the opportunity that BET lent you Philly n***as hate you they b-e-t against you I know deep inside ya mind defeating me is essential But if you the one that gave me shine than I'm the deity that sent you Lucifer Now I'm in ya scenery to tempt you Are you gon be like me and just repeat what we done went through? Or we gonna be emcees and paint the scene like we was meant to? Now l'ma close my eyes...no surprise You on a frequency, it's mental... Now ya kids can look up to you Get a job, work hard, live comfortable Cause battling after me punking you is not gonna he enough for you But you a grown man Dose so you gon do just what you want to do But keep in mind I could've battled Hitman if I wanted to But I got you paid and it wasn't just to take a dump on you They could never say I don't give a sh**, I took a number 2 You don't got bars like that You he the running man my n***a, you ain't hard like that I know ya'll like "Damn, why he ain't tap his jaw like that?" Come see my next battle I'ma bring them bars right back [Round 3: J. Dose] I'm sure after hearing all these bars y'all wondering why I ain't been nowhere around I'm talking years right now Well they say if you build it they will come And that should explain why I'm here right now See I let him build and build and build To the top so I could tear him right down And as a result literally make me the top tier right now Two types of n***as in life huh? Well which kind are you? The one that put ya homies in a life threatening situation Cause on some real I don't think you know a real n***a limitations Somebody could've got k**ed what if my partner was strapped Ya publicity stunt woulda been nullified if ya man died over rap And that's probably why they not here, been dodging this match Plus we haven't seen them since where all them guys in the back Oh! well I'm guessing they not for your crap They probably know everything you did was kind of an act And aside from the fact you got poppin and scrapped I know all Brooklyn n***as wasn't rockin with that You know two types of n***as in life huh Yeah the ones that peep a vulnerable situation and try to exploit it Claiming they real when integrity arise they decide to ignore it You know the kind that get around a bunch of new n***as and try to impress Do everything in the book except rocking a dress See I know, see a lil kid outside of his city got gritty got busy You knew attacking my size the only way to fight with me But in ya favor the naive couldn't recognize the deal But tell me what you see in the mirror cause you know, real recognize real Two types of n***as in life huh, that still ain't clear HOLD SON! Last time I checked it takes one to know one I only know one and that's real Than he says "Finally, daddy's spending time with me." Alright pop, what you glorifying? Deadbeats? Wait, wait, I get it, I get it he when he says "Get out my face...son" he was serious clearly Either that or this dude's confused You know the bars an hot made him lose his cool I probably catch a case or hit the cell for attacking with bars Cause once he adapt to the ER I'll probably get a battery charge What you asking me for? You ain't ask for that Cause what I rapped really happened, you just happened to rap OK, you put the smack in the Smack Let's keep it real, because ya rapping was wack You know last time I checked Smack was for rap In that case why didn't you put a smack in a track? Or a smack in the deal nah nah better yet a smack in the plaque Wait I let me get it straight he if putting smack in the Smack really mattered in rap Than why are you trying to spark a flame by having this match I got bars something that you actually lack With verses that make rappers wanna smack on the Smack So go ahead you can have ya lil smack on the smack Hope you get a cookie a trophy pat on ya back Enjoy it while it last cause you ain't having it back Unless you really got me chopped cause I ain't battling ask/ax This n***a full of hot air til he catching a flat So save ya breath for the pumps to ya as my attack/asthma attack I ain't rapping no mo' so cherish ya present or get ya box wrapped in a bow Clapping a fo lay ya body flat on the flo' Arms in the crowd, head in the back of the row You only known cause you did what never happened befo' Tell me this you think a fanatical blow is an actual show? So I guess "Get out my face son" was a rap that you wrote And if those were your components on how to master a flow After that one hit wonder why you could never actually blow? So don't get full of ya self and make a fool of ya self Cause in the and Math you only fooling ya self See this kid, I got dumb rhymes not just sometimes So I don't have to use a swing for a punchline You shoulda known that nothing would last I mean I'm young, the future, stuck in the past Pac Juice? Now you know you can't tell him sh** Would someone tell this f**ing p**y he won't sell a bit I mean this sh** got wild You just don't need a stylist you need a list of styles See me I give the manager illusions Walk inside the Louie store they like "the mannequin is moving" Oh you mad cause I'm styling on you? To and try that sh** these Philly n***as wildin' on you Math that's only if I ain't on you You ain't never ride I'ma put some mileage on you Homie when that chrome to ya cranium Click Clack BOOM! Turn his dome to a stadium! n***a!