[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 sucka!

A stupid motherfucker right!?

He the type to put his hat brim in ya face and start a fucking fight

Well I never been a pussy nigga, tell me what it's like

Fronting like you hard, then running for ya fucking life

Cause when these Philly niggas 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 fucking 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 fucking cool

Until a hat brim in ya face and it's touching you

Real niggas respect niggas space or its bust a move

Get ya shit 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 bitch

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 fucking suck

Haters said you gave me the shine, I'm like "Enough's enough"

You bout to feel my hardest punchline like when I fucked you up

Now this next her is gon crush ya core

I pushed you off the stage and ran behind you to fuck you up some more

I said "Get outta my face" he said "what's up than dawg?" Tech 9 when its check time, another fucking fraud

This battle rap shit 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 shit

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

Shit is deep they thought Polo got murked off

But I'm the one URL chaps got ya birth off

There's two types of niggas in life

The niggas that find bitches and fuck em and the niggas that.... trust 'em

Who grind riches from nothing and the niggas that's suffering

Behind hiccups is bustin and the niggas that's duckin

The niggas who pop shit versus the niggas 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 fuck out!

But I'ma spit some bars cousin

See the whole time ya thought karma was a bitch, 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 fuck 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 shit

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 niggas 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 class don't mean I let you pass

I just rather do the math than divide through the half

Let the Eagle/equal do/to a W

And fuck 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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, nigga I will run ya wife

I'II fuck ya dream girl till her ass 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 nigga knows

Triple six zero z's, all a nigga 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 pussy I'ma bout to finger pop him

Put a price on ya head and send my niggas 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, nigga you're loco

Rap sucks, ya gassed up, call him Sunoco

Oh no, so-so flow making them no shows

No joke, got Dose flows up in a choke hold

Homo, 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

[?]

Encompassed 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 bitch

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 motherfucking 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 class 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 nigga 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 motherfucking 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 shit cause everybody feeling me

I'm superior lyrically I done killed ya ass 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 fuck is Dose gonna say to make me dose him today?

I knew he'd come back with that "Niggas still can't handle dose

Yeah I heard you handle bread, let's see if you can handle toast"

You shimmying ass nigga, fuck is up with all them antidotes?

Why you gotta dance around to tell niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga was tough

Cause ain't a dose line ya'll ain't heard

So many battle rappers done flipped you this shit 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 sucka doesn't mean it was a sucker punch

These other niggas be getting violated

Cause they all a bunch of bluffing punks

But I'm the type of nigga you only gotta fuck with ONCE!

So why deprive me of just being who I be

I'm such a fly G my passport 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 fuck 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 nigga 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, nigga 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 cock 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 nigga Con had a similar line

But I didn't hear him when I wrote it

And the shit 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

NIGGA! You know the money stay on my mind

So a nigga stretch ends like the wide nine

And ya bitch 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 niggas know I'm a tool blammer

With them loaded rhinos in that new banger

Hard to control when I use hammers

Big shit you gotta hold like a news camera

BLAOW fucking 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

Wassup with this nigga 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 shit this some raw shit

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

Nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga red sleeveless hoody just looked too 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 "Fuck 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 shit 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

Niggas 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 niggas

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? Cassidy verse Meek Mills? Please, chill!

I wouldn't be feeling that bullshit on an E pill

Them niggas can't fuck with this stage, let's be real

No disrespect they make hits, but we kill

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 fuck about Mook?

Smack wassup 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 niggas 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 shit, I took a number 2

You don't got bars like that

You he the running man my nigga, 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 niggas 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 nigga limitations

Somebody could've got killed 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 niggas wasn't rockin with that

You know two types of niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 shit

Would someone tell this fucking pussy he won't sell a bit

I mean this shit 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 shit these Philly niggas 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!

Nigga!