[Round 1: Math Hoffa]

People ask me what'd I take this battle fo'

Cause I'ma kill k-k-k-kill-kill-k-k-kill Calicoe

I came in the game, me and Dose, the gymnasium

Click clack boom! Turned his dome to a stadium

He got all up in my face so I wasn't gon' baby him

Click clack boom, knuckle bones on his cranium

Now-a-days you see Dose it's like seeing a ghost or an Alien

Niggas said I ain't drop him, I don't know what they was watching

If you wanna know the real deal check me out on Most Shocking

You remind me of Dose, you pussy

Play with me in here tonight and I'ma break a fucking jaw

Cause this battle shit is all good, you can say all your funny shit

I don't give a fuck about you

Or none of them niggas that came with you, you heard me?

That's how I'm doing it nigga, you know how the fuck I give it up

Stop it slime, they think he that wild and live

But he told Yung III when it's real it don't gotta rhyme

I like that shit, too bad you threw a lot of line

Check his background, you'll probably never find a crime

Truthfully I'm the one that he defines, in lines

Outward by the 9 and redesign a Waka Flocka rhyme

Love the gun sounds, love the-love the gun sounds

You shook you change up you live the way the bums sounds

You ain't Thug Life, you ain't nothing like 2Pac

He survived 5, you'll probably die from a flu shot

You see the boy strapped, it ain't a chick in a tube top

No gay parents, but I'll raise 'em with two pops

Your mother preferred the black, your father preferred the blue tops

You ain't amounting/a mountain to nothing

But you was made from a few rocks

Me lose to you? Stop

What you been sniffing glue, ock?

Hate to break your high man (hymen) but I'm just running through some new twat

Let's clap and welcome Aye Verb back

I know a few of y'all been wondering, where the fuck is Aye Verb at?

See the shit Aye Verb be Tweeting could get Aye Verb slapped

And he always battle here in New York so here's an interesting Aye Verb fact

Before I leave the bathroom I wash my hands

Before Verb leaves the bathroom, he get's washed by Hanz

Beasley called me for this punk

Passport before he booked his plane ticket

I know I said I wouldn't do it, but the fact still remains get it?

Now wordplay I had that since my birthday

Calicoe sucks....Aye Verb when he's thirsty

I am true, the real rap Gucci

You clone I should split your dome for trying to do me

Get beat with a bat, I be at where you be at

Bring the beef to your BF, heat wherever he at

Wherever I go you know the burners will go

Will knock U out of YOU like I turned into YO

Now when I battle a nigga I make him feel wack

Cause it's a difference between metaphors, a clever fraud

And street life was never yours, screaming real rap but the nigga lying

I ain't got a slogan so I'ma steal Smack's

It's REAL NIGGA TIME!

[Round 1: Calicoe]

Two niggas that got knocked the fuck out

First of all I'm not Dose, second of all I'm not Rex

And let's get some shit straight Hanz hands never went around Aye Verb's neck

When we was setting the battle up

He said, "You don't wanna do it NY."

Shit I'm like, "Why not nigga? You don't wanna do it in Detroit."

But look where we at, that's because for the stacks and grands

I'll clap a man if Smack have him in Pakistan

It's a wrap, Saran, bullets stuffed, I pack a can

Him and Cortez faggot ass be bumper to bumper like a traffic jam

And I'm glad that Mexican bitch been running

See when I say something I really mean it

NYB should be mad at Cortez

Cause if he would've played his queen position

They probably wouldn't have ever got the king hit

Me versus this old nigga? Yeah, this shit bout to be bold nigga

Not just because I'm better than you lyrically

But because I actually know how to expose niggas

Like you walk around saying you the hottest nigga in URL

I'd rather refer to being a cold nigga

See I set every nigga up and get 'em for everything that they got I'm like a Gold Digger

Aye this burner's lonely, so if these hot pockets, I fold niggas

It's looking like a sandwich when I turn into a savage

I see opportunity, take the rock, bullets that'll shake his house

See you a bitch ass nigga, want me to tell you why you a bitch ass nigga?

Cause your whole career is based on you swinging on a bitch ass nigga

Just think of all his opponents aside Verb

That he got in that ring with well to me they was all birds

Rex?

Every nigga in here know he soft Dose was about this' height boy

And your other opponent is self-explanatory, a motherfuckin' white boy

Now in that ring with a nigga that's gon eat that jab and swing back

Before you make a move, know none of them niggas on my team rap

So you swing, be packed, or you gon get your whole team clapped

Don't make no move Math I really mean that

I'm a goon, my pops a goon, it's in my genes scrap

Don't forget I got Chicago riding, hit Big T's jack

I know you gon say he can't hang with you cause he's fat

But he don't fight he got Lord's

And he'll put prints on your head like a ski mask

I'm too young for these niggas

The main nigga that don't come up out his comfort zone

You don't wanna come to Detroit?

Aight fuck it, you can get slumped at home

Tired of these fucking faggots talking like they touch the chrome

I'll smack his big ass and walk away like nothing's wrong

And after that I'ma clap it til I break it

Throwing bullets, I'm a quarterback passing to the (?)

Real clips, these ain't blips that I'm flashing with the banger

And on your last breath I'ma ask you is we rappers or is we gangstas?

Bullets are running backwards and going forward like Bo Jackson

Consider them lost, you might as well toe tag

These Hollow's gon leave 'em leaning, you already snow dat!

LANDSLIDE!

[Round 2: Math Haifa]

Yo Smack, why you never book me for no battles out of town?

You got these fake ass 2Pac's acting like they Get Around

Knowing they be shook in they boots soon as they plane hit the ground

Pick a city you don't like, I'ma burn that motherfucker down

Y'all think this is a real nigga? That's some crazy shit

What? You say your name is Young what?

Man, get off of Jay-Z dick

Smack said you getting lazy, when niggas babies get the 86

I said, "if he spazz Smack, I'ma put him on his ass Smack"

I guess he getting ready to pay me to come out and babysit

Wavy, I got tired of waiting on Lux and Mook, fuck them fruits

They don't know if they wanna host battles, just recruit

Crunch the booth, be thugs in suits, cheerleaders, substitutes

Man they don't know what the fuck to do

Fuck it, let them corny niggas fade out

I stayed out to wear the crown nobody never gave out

I can care less bout having the biggest name out

As long as when it's done I'm the highest nigga paid out

When this is weighed out, it's gon feel like tonight

You was in the same house with Michael Myers in a fight for life

You try to break out

But it's like he laced his Nike's tight, you thought you found a way out

Look back, didn't see Mike in sight

You turn around frightened cause Mike has got that blade out

He swipes it twice, your head falls, your neck sprays out, then lightning strikes

I'm a slaughter this infant hardcore with a vengeance

Kick his door off the hinges, pump four in his tendons

Push his face in the pool till his hands stop moving

Watch, he ain't water resistant

I'll admit you spit a few bars that get a couple ooh/ahhs

But most your battles you lost worse than Harold and Kumar

Speaking of Harold, I'ma leave him like Harold in his new car Give him 21 Brooklyn style, Utah

Let me introduce y'all to the stupidest nigga

The one who Yung III coined a phrase on

"Smack, who is this nigga?"

I wish I was BMF, but you don't shoot for them niggas

You pussy, ain't you say the homie Proof was your nigga?

Well here's the question...

If you was murdered and your man Proof was battling

And somebody spit a bar about your roof getting splattered in

Knowing ya man Proof, what you think would happen then? He'd tap his chin?

You should never fucking rap again

You think you tough cause your pops in the P now

But scared of a beat down so the block you don't be round

Then lose a battle, then win a battle, I get it, I see now

You Ben Wallace in Detroit, only good for a rebound

I told Royce that he's a pup in training

Know what he said, "You ain't ever lie."

Calicoe ain't ever chose to let the metal fly

Real recognize real and never testify

You be saying rhymes to your mans, you be telling lies

Why you told me that he pussy and he never ride?

You and your pops had the same [?] from hella guys

You gon be an outcast/OutKast in your corner, fuck it, I'ma tell him why

You two face when it come to holding water, Aquemini

But all I'm saying is you ain't got no fucking loyalty!

Loaded Lux the same that's why that nigga keep avoiding me

You not a thug or a G, you really not a problem

Maybe you a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?

It's all fact, not a play in strategy

Really, I was taken back when you say you'd battle me

You show up with them treys like K's for casualties

The doctor shows if I Grey's Anatomys

[Round 2: Calicoe]

He talking about how I begged and begged and begged for the battle

But I'm thinking like, “Nigga so what?"

You a vet and I'ma kill you and my stock's finna go up

So nigga chill with all that big guy shit

For these twin Macs go off and leave that big guy hit

And don't act tough cause you can get wrecked up

The Mac bust is worst to get hit then by a Mack Truck

That black stuff, black mask, black gloves

Black hoodie and a black mask, that clap slugs

It's getting kind of funny dealing with these rap "thugs"

Talking all that street shit just to get they stacks up

Remember against Solomon you used an acronym

Yeah I'm talking 'bout that old shit

Where you said, "Me and the hoes."

He was talking ‘bout them niggas that he roll with

Translation: I be shooting til the chambers empty and it going through you

In other words fuck Hanz/hands I got arms that'll hit the quarter of your crew

This battle done made me mad I ain't the nigga to see how the anger do the Math

Ain't laying hands/Hanz when I put these (D's) in the Chamberz

See Math can't respond to shit like that

Cause for some reason he just ain't that memorable

But if his old ass beat me, that shit's got to be a miracle

What you should do is pay me to write your shit

I'll give you some drive and start steering you

Then your whole style will reflect off [?] just like the mirrors do

You know what pisses me off the most when I'm hearing you?

You could say the wackest shit I ever heard in my life

And these niggas will start cheering you

See that's what makes me think he put some type of fear in y'all

For instance he went and got accused of gay shit

Aye Verb decided to say shit and them same niggas ain't cheer at all

You fucking faggot, I'm tired of hearing ‘bout how you tote the Mac

How you provoke the scrap?

Nigga I'm in the same spot where Dose was at

Yeaaaah! "Who is this nigga?"

Okay I'm bullshitting, you know who he is

But that make it easier for my men to spot you and let it blow through your ribs

No remorse for your shorties either, let it blow through your kids

You damn scrappy I even hit grand pappy on that sofa with his

Straight disrespect talk to all of your men reckless

My chrome, man that bitch can bang more than Karrine Steffans

That'll pump X [?] your man lessons

When I'm talking Tecs/text, I ain't speaking on a sent message

But Math the type of guy that call guys and record the shit

What part of the game is that?

So that's what real niggas do?

So we supposed to believe you do big shit like that and kill niggas too?

You probably feeling like a Fresh Prince cause you a Will nigga, dude

Funny guy, get your whole clique thrown out we Uncle Phil niggas crews

Computer guy, you wouldn't even survive in Twitter jail

That's how I know you ain't got that eight cooking

Cause these ain't the hands/Hanz that do the dirty work

That's how I could tell he could never face booking

I usually work niggas out like Phys Ed, but I say why be me?

When I could just roll that SK, why (Y) PE?

Y'all could rewind that, that's that Skyper rifle

That lead blam, the scope looking like a webcam

You damn right you gon notice my lead snipe when my web-sight

I'm trying to find a spot, nigga the nine's will pop

And have forensics all in his hood trying to find his top

Or we could do it UFC style, get him that octagon I beat him till it's all red, that's a sign to stop

So what you lames gonna tell me?

The knife will give me cold cuts I'll leave his frame in a deli, put flames in his belly

Catch `ern in that concord soon as this gun jam I turn his brains into jelly

Landslide...

[Round 3: Math Hoffa]

Terranio Hightower, you gon' front for niggas

But real rap, you know my style, I bring the guns to niggas

My bullets go here and wherever your niggas run to nigga

They belong here/hair in this high tower/Hightower, Rapunzel nigga

We could fight, don't nobody wanna jump you nigga

Get socked and slapped, I'll Dose you or Trump you nigga

I could say some other names but I don't want to nigga

You dry snitch for punchlines, I just punch you niggas

So you know it's whatever you little bitch nigga

You could stand up here and call me a fraud

But you use my dirt to diss niggas

How that line go?

"Only reason Mook sign to a cash label is cause they felt sorry for them 12 staples."

YEAH, WHAT?! FINISH IT NIGGA!

"THAT MATH GAVE YOU!"

There's rumors in the battle world saying I'm wilding

I beat Mook and I ain't need $25,000

Is it true?

Is it not? Did you catch Mook on the block?

And went "do-do-do-do-do-do-doom!" On his top?

With a Rug’ or a Glock?

Man you bitch ass niggas spreading rumors should stop

I don't got no beef with Mook, but y'all remember that round he through at Yung Hot?

That applies, it seems like y'all pacified

Being satisfied with a pack of lies

Calicoe ain't half the gangsta that he advertise

He classified average against a savage, he's a sacrifice

I come to your turf your whole squad gonna get murked

Call me Polo, I but the riders in the front of your shirt

When I was in the streets making runs with my work

You was in the streets saying, "Come to my church."

I don't care about none of the shit that you flung in your verse

Cause you don't got the brain capacity to fuck with my worst

When I'm spitting this ill you feel a difference in skill

If you gon rhyme like me you need the Limitless pill

I live it for real! I could give him a chill

Just by thinking what would happen if this shit get for real

Calicoe you fucking bitch, the streets like when you fuck a bitch

Come/cum equipped or you gon get burnt without that rubber grip

Fuck is this? These Midwest niggas be on some sucka shit

So please don't get down on your knees when I say "Suck a dick!"

Here's a list of reasons why Calicoe's had it

Heartless in a pink fitted made you look like a faggot

Shotgun Suge disrespected your dead homie and you didn't let him have it

You told [?] Cortez got his pocket stuck, now this one is just tragic

Cause I was standing right next to Cortez when we made his pockets go rabbit

Am I lying nigga?

You ate Ms. Hustle out on her period! I'm serious!

He ate Ms. Hustle out on her period! I'm serious!

Dirty nigga, talking 'bout he ain't ever did it before, he was curious

What happen to you Midwest niggas

Posted in every corner like a stop sign?

Wear the Glock 9 or leave him at a stop sign

Stop slime, why don't you stop saying stop sign

And you stole that rock climb line from Conceited... and I'm not lying!

I'd hate to be your pops, especially if he don't fuck with the staff

CO's come up to him "Yo your son just had a battle! That motherfucker got smashed!

The nigga in the battle was talking bout you getting fucked in the ass."

"And what my son do? He popped off right?!"

"Man that pussy nigga ain't do nothing....he laughed"

Then pops stay in the yard trying to play tough, wrinkle his face up

People walking by whispering, ain't no director to say cut

He got a son named Terraneo and he straight butt

[Round 3: Calicoe]

This lying ass nigga!

That's why I never would trust you

My bitch right here, does she look anything like Ms. Hustle?

He said he gon' kill-k-k-k-k-kill-kill Calicoe

He gon' kill-k-k-k-k-kill-kill Calicoe

Grab the steel, p-p-p-p-peel then Math'll go

Blast the fo', fuck it we could turn it to a casket show

Honestly Math, on a skill scale you Average Joe

You was nice with that Heat so why'd you run into this Maverick for?

I had a feeling he was gon' come here and try and cop out

That's when I start squeezing I guarantee he tap out

That's when he start bleeding as soon as these bullets pop out

The heart gon' fail Math and that's exactly when it drop out

What you bout 6'6"?

It don't even matter you still a big bitch

Talking tough on that field gon' get you lynched quick

Cause when I'm spazzing I turn Math into Madden, hit stick

Just thinking it's all greasy like a fish stick

I'm taking all of the bullets to the house, big 6

Dip shit, this nigga really got me fucked up

Like I ain't deserve to battle Math, niggas acting like I lucked up

Talking about who he should battle, you niggas should shut the fuck up

Cause nigga who you would've battled I'd kill Loaded Lux what the fuck's up?

Landslide!

I remember saying, "What up Math? I got love for old niggas."

Not saying what they wanted me to say to get here

I told you up in my first round I'm a gold digger

Now I'm exactly what I wanna be, kinda loving my status

Two fully autos you could call my mathematics (Math e 'matics)

Any clip I fill Math can have it

I'm tired of niggas walking around like Math's a savage

Walking 'round like you'se a motherfuckin' boss nigga

All y'all soft, you just the toughest out the soft niggas

In other words, either way it go you taking a loss nigga

I don't fuck with Math so it's not a problem for me to cross niggas

He had four battles, boom, everyone of 'em... he lost nigga

He been taking a lot of shots and lately you've been off nigga

So when I go get that iron it ain't golf nigga

This K will knock down the walls in your crib, turn an apartment to a loft nigga

It's fucked up cause my straps filled with flame

Make one false move and these caps peel your brain

Even if you a wifey these caps steal your dame

And you ain't a gangsta cause the fact still remains

But it's not through Math, I chill and wait at the spot

Soon as he pull up, bang! Let that eight straight in his top

But that ain't where it stop, at the funeral and at the casket

With a 4-6 defense when I put eight in a box

Now niggas wanna talk about my pops?

Why niggas wanna talk about my pops?

Y'all think it's real to disrespect a real nigga?

He doing time in the Feds right now and he done actually killed niggas

That mean he done left niggas leaking with the chrome

And turned around and got more time for speaking on the phone

You just ain't a street nigga if you don't feel that

So many fake niggas faking I don't even know why I still rap

You already know how I feel Smack!

You better have that battle in Detroit, ain't nobody gon' get killed Smack!

See I just killed Justin in front of y'all and made him feel wack

Cause it's a difference between metaphors and real rap

LANDSLIDE!