URLtv, Aye Verb, Math Hoffa - Math Hoffa vs Aye Verb lyrics

Now he gon talk about my battles
All classics by the way
And probably try to say I
Ain’t win em, all right, okay
He gon talk about the videos he
Seen on Worldstar and shit
Probably got my government name out
Of some Harlem bitch
My name Math, some number schemes
He gon spit a few and I’ll be like "That’s
So original and unpredictable!"
He might bring up the Dose battle
Where we got the brawling out
If that’s what it takes to win
Y’all might as well wheel my coffin out
‘Cause as far as his career
There really ain’t much to talk about
Until now now a verb is an action word
If that refers to you then homie
That’s absurd
‘Cause when you came to New York


For Ill’s match with Surf
You did some shit that showed me
That you lack the nerve
I seen Verb at the last battle, face nervous
He said "Math
They search you? ‘Cause they ain’t search us
Some shit go down in here
It’s gon be straight murders
‘Cause you BK niggas even take
Burners to a wake service!"
I had two bangers on me
That’s how ya man roll i’m Rambo
My hand go motions stabbing movement
Somebody Van Gogh
I said "damn bro, hold this one
You owe me one"
He looked down at the blade like I
Passed his ass a smoking gun!
He passed it back to me
Then he said some foolishness
Talkin ‘bout "Nah, I’m good Math
I wouldn’t even know what to do with it"
Am I lying my nigga? I played it cool like
"Let me get that nigga"
But in my head, I’m like "this sucka ass
Bitch ass nigga!"
So how can I believe anything
That this guy say? He pussy
Nigga wouldn’t back out in a driveway
Won’t cross the line to exit on the highway
He steal, he don’t kill, he Ezel from Friday
So how he gon stand up to
The type of shit I say?

Like if Verb want the beef? Drive-by
We’re dumping nines
He try to run, jump the curb
Bow! crack crush his spine hop out
Stomp him in the face for
Tryna fuck with mine
Then grab his phone and text
"Yéle Haiti" 500 times
Your real name’s Chaz Duncan! That just
Says "I’ve never done a crime!"
He’s sweet and moist
We should call him Chaz Duncan Hines
He claim the streets love him
But when you ask for dog
He like women’s basketball
They hardly ever see Duncan (dunking)
Hold up, shotgun’ll make him fold up
Big hole, no guts, that’s a Duncan
(Dunkin’) Donut
This nigga Aye Verb is a clown
I call him Chaz just to turn a
(Aye) verb to a noun
Once I knock the Verb out
Then Aye’s knees will be buckling
‘Cause Aye becomes Gaye
(gay) when a G is in front of him
You ain’t nothing real
You hardly say something ill
Call yourself Captain Marketable
That’s so gay

You starving for a fucking deal
This battle is like Jay-Z vs jada Smith
‘Cause, I will not lose, but you fucking Will
You just aight Chaz
You never gon reach the top
This nigga think he a winner just because
He beat his meat a lot
Y’all remember he told Hollow? "If you
Try that Math Hoffa shit, swing
He gon weave the shot
"And these people gon give you the
Same treatment that Jesus" STOP!
Nigga please
You see the type of reach I got?
You can’t weave my speed
You gon spit a couple teeth and drop
Your peoples, they gon leave the spot
Then in a couple weeks this twat
Gon wake up out his coma with
The same beard that Jesus got

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 nigga that sucker-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 niggas never
Get accused of fucking with fags, hoffa
Let’s break you down, lyrically you ave
Hoffa but, you funny as a motherfucker
You make niggas laugh, hoffa ?
I will homie don’t-play-that sock this clown
The padlocks in it
Undercover rapper slash copper
I tell my niggas to shoot
You tell and get my shooters locked up
I’m going after gold with Mook
Why in the fuck 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
Shit 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, cock 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 nigga, 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 niggas 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 nigga, 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 jewels
Huddle up with my linemen and tell em
"Hit that nigga and take that shit"
Just like a toilet stool
Don’t get gassed Math ‘cause I
Got this killer 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 nigga’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
Fuck 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 nigga’s ass, I’ll chew his ass as is?
Everybody know you there but we
Ain’t listening for you
You a motherfucking ad lib

Before I start this second round
There’s some shit I gotta handle
Gotta give a nigga light before
Pissing out his candle
Genero’s a snitch and he run around Flatbush
A rat tryna rat, nigga need to get his cap
(pushed)
I could’ve called all the goons that I’ve
Got up in the black book
But since I’m on a stage
Where everybody in rap look
You ducked six months to get
My man seven years deal money
Stacks to the lawyer just to get him clear
You should’ve sat in that damn cell
Snitching on fam
That’s Lady Gaga’s gender - I can’t tell
But now that the hood know
Everything that I know
Where you gon hide, ho? Faggot nigga
Die slow i ride though, 45, five for 5-0
The other two I dump in you
Right before the swine’s show
Verb see the iron, his eyes grow, he cry no
Hope for Blanks but no thanks
I don’t fuck with Tae Bo

I’m a man, you under apes
You something snake
I could tell by that Ice blog
That you fuck with Jake
You was pointing out every
Hammer like "another case, another case"
Your own man don’t even trust you that’s
Why your mouth got that rubber taste
Somebody get this faggot out my fucking face!
Takeover? Ask the people if they believe you
All you’ll hear is "nah’s"
(Nas) , I’ll torture your soul with Ether
Chaz think he the king
Who know you? Llama up off the buckle
Nobody move a muscle
You bout to lose a couple
My brothers pull cards
We don’t do the shuffle
Your brothers run, dog
Y’all a crew of Russell’s
And now I’m dominating, I pull a long eight
These bitches gon perform a dog
Race with me commentating
"Yuuuung Ill went off the first step
He takes the lead
Verb hot on his heels, Hitman building speed
Ill seems to have stumbled, falling
Hurt his arm hitman is ooooh! Hit by a
Suzuki, ladies and gentlemen
Verb is gone! He’s gone!"
First place, let me give you the medal
He told his ice cube to take
A trip to the devils
He think he off the chain
He just missing the pedals
You on a plain, I’m on a plane
This isn’t your level
You the devil in the flesh, no
I’m the devil at his best bro
I’ll make this Midwest ho face
Metal like he Destro

Verb sending threats so I hit the
Greyhound with a trey pound
The handle taped round all the way down
Stake out his crib
He take his kids to the playground
I’m on the bench with a newspaper
My face down he say "it’s time to go
" they say "we wanna stay!" bow!
"I gotta go to the hairdresser
I ain’t got time to play ‘round!"
They all start to break down, I run up
Peel daddy wig and tell them "be happy kids
At least you get to stay now"
Play awhile, leave the park in a few
Take him down to the slave trader
Make him marketable
Two? That ain’t enough for me
Crucify this fuck for free
I ain’t a Christian Verb
So a cross to you is a plus for me
Hold on, I ain’t done yet, sunset
I’m at his mother’s door
With two pit's playing tug of
War with her fucking jaw! You want a war
Verb? I’m Mark fucking Walberg
Shoot a pistol until your
Medulla’s on the wall, verb
You’ll never put a hole in
One without the balls, verb i ghost busters
(Ghostbusters) , who you gonna call, Verb?
Those busters? I’ll Dose those busters
Open casket, no clothes, 44 on those busters
No eyes and no nose, oh no those busters
Spray their heads, leave them dripping
Soul glow those busters!
Verb was in the nail salon getting a pedicure
Talking to Liang, he said "Liang
I must confess to you
I’ve got a battle coming with
Math, tell the truth, he is incredible
I seen him a couple of times
I’m having dreams of him
Doing something detestable
Third round, he pulls a bag
A Hefty probably with a heavy shotty
"Next thing I know I left my body
He shot me in front of everybody!"
Your body falls, splat, everybody fall back
I run up on the camera
Bust the shotty off and go "SMACK!"
Pow! You’re done Verb
You can’t utter one word
Your thought patterns scatter, last
Thought you had, "Oh, i’m scurred"
Pow! Replay, welcome to your d day
This battle’s a couple weeks late
Pardon for the delay
I had a Tyrannosaurus cheesecake that
Didn’t go with meat great

Now we just heard all them jokes
And watched you just play mad mobster
But the fact still remains, real niggas never
Get accused of fucking with fags, hoffa
I ain’t feel comfortable when
I walked in here, ass watcher
Ey fellas, this room get packed
He gon get a grab, watch him
Old aggressive ass punk, go in the bar
See a nigga 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 shit
Before a battle, Math be in the mirror
Making sure his eye contacts fit
You a fucking fanboy I’m scared
To make eye contact with
Far as your squad? Niggas
Nice, Hollow and Con, that’s it
Prob? yeah, I bomb that fist
And palm that fifth
You better calm that shit
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 bitch
Killer 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 killed
You had to play the white card
You battled Rex, you was getting killed
You said he was a Mike fraud
I wasn’t even gon take you
Niggas 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
Shit 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 shit
I’ve got one question for every
Member in your team, your clique
Cortez, how long will it
Take your Mexican ass
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 motherfucker
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
Instructions: kill 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 bitch
Out y’all toughest nigga he a sucker nigga
Main nigga that’ll suck a nigga
He’ll sit in a man lap, and let
Him run his fingers up your backside
You little puppet nigga
Man, fuck this nigga!

Chaz, you a ho
And this some shit that I’m about to prove
See, paying dudes and paying dues
Is what you got confused
Lux told him "You could battle Ice
That’ll be a good shot for you
Fly yourself out, and if
You’ve got some bread, cop a room
Come through, do the battle
And I ain’t splitting no gwop with you"
Verb was like "I got it
Cool! At least I’ll get lots of views!"
So this cockatoo got on his grind
Blew a cock or two flew out, chain tucked
Money in his socks and shoes
Cops got the news, shut it down
Verb got the boot
Lux’s grimey ass ain’t give a fuck
‘cause he got the loot
Y’all think it’s not the truth, YouTube it
Watch this dude standing on the corner all
Night like a prostitute
Talking ‘bout "Yo Ill, I think
We bout to get rushed, dirty
Goodz said he got some pussy lined up
I think he talking bout us, dirty!"
Then he called out Solomon
Really that was not the move
You couldn’t see Iron face to face
If you was Dr doom
Just when I thought the ho alone
I see another shot of you on Worldstar
Talking ‘bout you bout to get

Up gwop for Mook? What he told you? "25 and
I’ll rock with you?"
What you said? "Aight daddy
I’ll hit the block for you"
That’s when I called him
Like "you filling niggas pockets duke?
Come battle me! Now I’m making
A profit too!" Toot toot!
Now you know how them broads feel
You won a little light
Now you know how the dark feel
Sharp steel in your heart
Now you know how the hawk feel
Eagle on his temple
One spark and he’ll cartwheel
I look at Chaz sober, a fairy
He’s nothing scary
Boozy on that Hurricane? Halle Berry
It’s Halle Berry!
Black & Decker toolcase, Mac-11 tool spray
Hit from your gold teeth to
Your patent leather toupée
But why let the hammer go when
I can just slam the ho split his cantaloupe
Leave this pussy with a cameltoe?
We animals, this the Zoo against the Lou
No Chaka
I spit that blocka, you spit that thraga
That’s our slang so he
Probably don’t understand it you know
Some country niggas slow so you
Gotta speak in their language
Andele, andele, EI, EI, uh ohhhhh!
Shimmy shimmy coco puff
Shimmy shimmy bow! Right "thurr"
I’m just tryna help him out a bit
If Chaz survive this, nigga
Hell gon be a college trip
Captain Marketable
I can sell you on all kinds of shit for one
You could be a face model for a hollow tip
It’s third round

We’re getting down to the gritty
I’m feeling iffy
But, I gotta hold it down for my city
I know BK is with me
I can hear the spirit of Biggie
It’s all around me
I can feel him going in me!
"Ahw, first thing’s first, I, Poppa
Squeeze all the dummies
Dummy, playboy’s country
He just brought us money
Those the ones I like ‘cause they
Don’t get Nathan but devastation
Your flow just seems like sanitation
Got bars, get turned like door knobs
Heartthrob never whack and country as ever
However, New York City stays on a pedestal
Check the time zone, it’s telling you
We ahead of you
Like my nigga Jay-Z, fuck you, pay me
How the fuck you gon play me?
The fuck is you gravy?
You must be crazy, Chaz, you a sweet bitch-"
Nah, nah, Big, I gotta do this nigga
Peep this
I’m New York’s star, I’ve got New York scars
I put my work in, NYB
That’s my New York squad
You should’ve followed Lil Wayne
He the hottest in the game
But rather pull his teeth out than
Face them New York bars
‘Cause New York’s hard
I’m on my New York shit
I came to tell this nigga Chaz
Get off of New York’s dick!
Go battle Yung Ill after he
Give Lux his style back
He done Smack, file that
Where the fuck Miles at?!

Gee whiz, wasn’t expecting those
Bars, yeah right, ha ha
But the fact still remains
Okay, I’m off that shit, y’all get the point
Time to switch lanes
Nigga, your bars ‘bout as exciting
As a Knicks game
You ain’t dope, you can’t kill 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 homo, this the round when
I get in your ass, shit stain
Looking like a big bitch-ass
Holiday heart Ving Rhames
You’re just a New York battle rapper
This battle in New York
I’m on your house like "Fuck your
Couch nigga!" - 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
Fuck me all flash fast
Got me walking around Jersey in a ass cast!"
Math said he the devil
Nigga you gon have to let a?
I’m ‘bout to smoke this nigga
Tonight I play the trash man

Yeah, listen to it, he don’t have bars
He do shit like bring up niggas
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, aka Justin
Was caught with two loaded 45’s and
An ounce of crack cocaine
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 niggas officers, fuck them’"
Back to business! Brooklyn
How y’all produce a dolphin
And y’all said shark? Nigga 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 shit
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
Embarrassing 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 ass to stars
I used my mind to control her body
Your bitch 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 shit
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 fuck where this man from
Yeah, we heard, but I ain’t never
Seen you fucking with Clips, he like Cam’ron