lirik lagu urltv - calicoe vs math hoffa
[round 1: math hoffa]
people ask me what’d i take this battle fo’
cause i’ma k!ll k-k-k-k!ll-k!ll-k-k-k!ll 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
n-gg-s 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 p-ssy
play with me in here tonight and i’ma break a f-cking jaw
cause this battle sh-t is all good, you can say all your funny sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck about you
or none of them n-gg-s that came with you, you heard me?
that’s how i’m doing it n-gg-, you know how the f-ck 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 sh-t, 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 b-ms 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 g-y 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 tw-t
let’s clap and welcome aye verb back
i know a few of y’all been wondering, where the f-ck is aye verb at?
see the sh-t 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
p-ssport 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 n-gg- 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 n-gg- lying
i ain’t got a slogan so i’ma steal smack’s
it’s real n-gg- time!
[round 1: calicoe]
two n-gg-s that got knocked the f-ck out
first of all i’m not dose, second of all i’m not rex
and let’s get some sh-t 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.”
sh-t i’m like, “why not n-gg-? 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 f-ggot -ss be b-mper to b-mper like a traffic jam
and i’m glad that mexican b-tch 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 n-gg-? yeah, this sh-t bout to be bold n-gg-
not just because i’m better than you lyrically
but because i actually know how to expose n-gg-s
like you walk around saying you the hottest n-gg- in url
i’d rather refer to being a cold n-gg-
see i set every n-gg- 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 n-gg-s
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 b-tch -ss n-gg-, want me to tell you why you a b-tch -ss n-gg-?
cause your whole career is based on you swinging on a b-tch -ss n-gg-
just think of all his opponents aside verb
that he got in that ring with well to me they was all birds
rex?
every n-gg- in here know he soft dose was about this’ height boy
and your other opponent is self-explanatory, a motherf-ckin’ white boy
now in that ring with a n-gg- that’s gon eat that jab and swing back
before you make a move, know none of them n-gg-s 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 scr-p
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 n-gg-s
the main n-gg- that don’t come up out his comfort zone
you don’t wanna come to detroit?
aight f-ck it, you can get slumped at home
tired of these f-cking f-ggots talking like they touch the chrome
i’ll smack his big -ss and walk away like nothing’s wrong
and after that i’ma clap it til i break it
throwing bullets, i’m a quarterback p-ssing 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 -ss 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 motherf-cker down
y’all think this is a real n-gg-? that’s some crazy sh-t
what? you say your name is young what?
man, get off of jay-z d-ck
smack said you getting lazy, when n-gg-s babies get the 86
i said, “if he spazz smack, i’ma put him on his -ss smack”
i guess he getting ready to pay me to come out and babysit
wavy, i got tired of waiting on lux and mook, f-ck them fruits
they don’t know if they wanna host battles, just recruit
crunch the booth, be thugs in suits, cheerleaders, subst-tutes
man they don’t know what the f-ck to do
f-ck it, let them corny n-gg-s fade out
i stayed out to wear the crown n-body never gave out
i can care less bout having the biggest name out
as long as when it’s done i’m the highest n-gg- 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 k-mar
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 n-gg-
the one who yung iii coined a phrase on
“smack, who is this n-gg-?”
i wish i was bmf, but you don’t shoot for them n-gg-s
you p-ssy, ain’t you say the homie proof was your n-gg-?
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 f-cking 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 p-ssy and he never ride?
you and your pops had the same [?] from h-lla guys
you gon be an outcast/outkast in your corner, f-ck 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 f-cking loyalty!
loaded lux the same that’s why that n-gg- 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, “n-gg- so what?”
you a vet and i’ma k!ll you and my stock’s finna go up
so n-gg- chill with all that big guy sh-t
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 sh-t just to get they stacks up
remember against solomon you used an acronym
yeah i’m talking ’bout that old sh-t
where you said, “me and the hoes.”
he was talking ‘bout them n-gg-s that he roll with
translation: i be shooting til the chambers empty and it going through you
in other words f-ck hanz/hands i got arms that’ll hit the quarter of your crew
this battle done made me mad i ain’t the n-gg- 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 sh-t like that
cause for some reason he just ain’t that memorable
but if his old -ss beat me, that sh-t’s got to be a miracle
what you should do is pay me to write your sh-t
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 p-sses me off the most when i’m hearing you?
you could say the wackest sh-t i ever heard in my life
and these n-gg-s 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 g-y sh-t
aye verb decided to say sh-t and them same n-gg-s ain’t cheer at all
you f-cking f-ggot, i’m tired of hearing ‘bout how you tote the mac
how you provoke the scr-p?
n-gg- i’m in the same spot where dose was at
yeaaaah! “who is this n-gg-?”
okay i’m bullsh-tting, 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 d-mn scr-ppy i even hit grand pappy on that sofa with his
straight disrespect talk to all of your men reckless
my chrome, man that b-tch 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 sh-t
what part of the game is that?
so that’s what real n-gg-s do?
so we supposed to believe you do big sh-t like that and k!ll n-gg-s too?
you probably feeling like a fresh prince cause you a will n-gg-, dude
funny guy, get your whole clique thrown out we uncle phil n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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 d-mn right you gon notice my lead snipe when my web-sight
i’m trying to find a spot, n-gg- 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 n-gg-s
but real rap, you know my style, i bring the guns to n-gg-s
my bullets go here and wherever your n-gg-s run to n-gg-
they belong here/hair in this high tower/hightower, rapunzel n-gg-
we could fight, don’t n-body wanna jump you n-gg-
get socked and slapped, i’ll dose you or trump you n-gg-
i could say some other names but i don’t want to n-gg-
you dry snitch for punchlines, i just punch you n-gg-s
so you know it’s whatever you little b-tch n-gg-
you could stand up here and call me a fraud
but you use my dirt to diss n-gg-s
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 n-gg-!
“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 b-tch -ss n-gg-s 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 cl-ssified 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 sh-t that you flung in your verse
cause you don’t got the brain capacity to f-ck with my worst
when i’m spitting this ill you feel a difference in sk!ll
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 sh-t get for real
calicoe you f-cking b-tch, the streets like when you f-ck a b-tch
come/c-m equipped or you gon get burnt without that rubber grip
f-ck is this? these midwest n-gg-s be on some sucka sh-t
so please don’t get down on your knees when i say “suck a d-ck!”
here’s a list of reasons why calicoe’s had it
heartless in a pink fitted made you look like a f-ggot
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 n-gg-?
you ate ms. hustle out on her period! i’m serious!
he ate ms. hustle out on her period! i’m serious!
dirty n-gg-, talking ’bout he ain’t ever did it before, he was curious
what happen to you midwest n-gg-s
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 f-ck with the staff
co’s come up to him “yo your son just had a battle! that motherf-cker got smashed!
the n-gg- in the battle was talking bout you getting f-cked in the -ss.”
“and what my son do? he popped off right?!”
“man that p-ssy n-gg- 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 b-tt
[round 3: calicoe]
this lying -ss n-gg-!
that’s why i never would trust you
my b-tch right here, does she look anything like ms. hustle?
he said he gon’ k!ll-k-k-k-k-k!ll-k!ll calicoe
he gon’ k!ll-k-k-k-k-k!ll-k!ll calicoe
grab the steel, p-p-p-p-peel then math’ll go
blast the fo’, f-ck it we could turn it to a casket show
honestly math, on a sk!ll 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 b-tch
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 sh-t, this n-gg- really got me f-cked up
like i ain’t deserve to battle math, n-gg-s acting like i lucked up
talking about who he should battle, you n-gg-s should shut the f-ck up
cause n-gg- who you would’ve battled i’d k!ll loaded lux what the f-ck’s up?
landslide!
i remember saying, “what up math? i got love for old n-gg-s.”
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 n-gg-s walking around like math’s a savage
walking ’round like you’se a motherf-ckin’ boss n-gg-
all y’all soft, you just the toughest out the soft n-gg-s
in other words, either way it go you taking a loss n-gg-
i don’t f-ck with math so it’s not a problem for me to cross n-gg-s
he had four battles, boom, everyone of ’em… he lost n-gg-
he been taking a lot of shots and lately you’ve been off n-gg-
so when i go get that iron it ain’t golf n-gg-
this k will knock down the walls in your crib, turn an apartment to a loft n-gg-
it’s f-cked 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 n-gg-s wanna talk about my pops?
why n-gg-s wanna talk about my pops?
y’all think it’s real to disrespect a real n-gg-?
he doing time in the feds right now and he done actually k!lled n-gg-s
that mean he done left n-gg-s leaking with the chrome
and turned around and got more time for speaking on the phone
you just ain’t a street n-gg- if you don’t feel that
so many fake n-gg-s 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 n-body gon’ get k!lled smack!
see i just k!lled justin in front of y’all and made him feel wack
cause it’s a difference between metaphors and real rap
landslide!
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