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urltv - math hoffa vs. snake eyez كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: snake eyez]
f_ck the coin! i’m goin’ first
let’s go, i’m goin’ first
y’all ready?
ayo…
i said, y’all n_ggas think i give a f_ck about them faceoffs?
talkin’ ’bout b_tches i popped or how i live wit’ my pops?
you coulda got less anger
f_ck your nyb army
i’m your death_claimer, lead_banger
’cause no matter how you suited, you still die: craig sager
n0body gave a f_ck about you, hoffa
gimme dumb cred
as far as url, you were slumped dead
f_ck what you once said
i won that poll wit’ hollow, clips, and mook
that’s how we bumped heads
so i’m the reason you on this cam’, cousin
but now i ain’t stoppin’ ’til it’s bloodshed!
i watched showoff and k whip yo’ ass
and you elite? stop
you had your time, moment to shine
let the young g’s rock
yo’ last battle, you was fumblin’ all over the place, but you let heat c_ck!?
“headshot” what? you couldn’t even aim at t_top!
you 40, still tryna thug in battles
wearin’ “pac juice”, embarrassin’ ‘pac name with such apparel
brand_new pump, i’ll f_ck up your features if i dump it at you
meanin’ i’ll show you a different method, man, wit’ this ‘double barrel’!
the last time you jotted anything that we considered hot
came at double impact when cortez f_cked up the milly rock
the steel’ll pop, then dish it off
am i bein’ direct? i ain’t for the flexin’
cable cord ’round his neck…we see sh_t from different sides of the spectrum
your b_tch, you won’t have time to warn her (warner)
i’ll find out where she work at all over your dirt, math
it’s f_cked up when your b_tch get rocked, and she don’t deserve that
and you get that call
kyrie irving: it got your earth flat
i been doin’ this, it’s not pretend
i’m a boss, i don’t follow trends
i’ll reach for the ankle like i did mack _ you tryna copy him!?
we could not be friends!
slip on a mask, grab a gun
cal’ in his face like, “do you remember summer madness 1?”
tragic, son!
i told him “jump” if he feel edgy
before url the champions league, i was in the field ready
mill’ heavy
big blade to his liver pool (liverpool), or the shotta leave his top lyin’ ill, messy (lionel messi)
every n_gga get it the same
f_ck the fancy talk, i’m wit’ all action
big pole, longer than the neck on braxton!
i don’t care if you at a family function, the whole room get steamed
and what’s the aunt helen husband name?
i even brought somethin’ for your junior, king!
but let him tell it, you on the block wit’ the k!llas
solidified your spot wit’ gorillas
’til some sh_lls flyin’ at ya
everybody a animal from the safari ’til they get held at gunpoint, then they cryin’ after
i’ll let you choose how it go
it’s on you _ h_ll, i know you too well
tranny_lover, bonnie used to hit your pockets for the new nails
pop a few sh_lls
but you b_tch_made, you’ll run from the hammer: juelz
sh_t changed, justin! you a father, in fact!
nigel was your man, now it’s “f_ck him” in the interview
how you for honorin’ that?
rest in peace to p80
i give the fans that feel like arty is back
you the best in the crew? steppin’ to who?
i don’t eat p_ssy, but i’ll make an exception for you!
p_ssy! you been b_tch!
is you r_t_rded, math!? i’ll leave your wig split!
but since you brokenhearted, i got a hollow you could reminisce wit’!
i bang on him!
i gotta sic juice
nah, i gotta split juice
you call yourself “madara uchi_hoff”? well, i’m hashirama senju
why would they send you!?
i need that old math wit’ the durag
“i did a lot for you n_ggas”
the “pop, pop”, the “dot_dot_dot for you n_ggas”
but it wouldn’t matter _ still gon’ be the total opposite, n_gga
rip hamilton: i keep the mask when i don’t need the sh_t, but ain’t no tellin’ when i’mma rob me a n_gga
so what you wanna do?
you ain’t got bars like that
you got the trashest style, you smoke black & milds
you hold the cigar like that
(_snake eyez imitates holding a cigar up to his mouth in between his index and middle fingers_)
so y’all try not to fall as_
nah, f_ck that, i been wit’ it
i framed your casket, now it’s time to get in it
trailer to the middle of nowhere, pull a big biscuit
came from the darkside: n_ggas thought brizz did it
factz gang, n_gga
round 1, man
[round 1: math hoffa]
right now this n_gga’s like, “finally…daddy’s spendin’ time with me.”
yo, dna!
“pg k!ller”? that sound like a hot job, n_gga
but we all know a hammer went upside a homie head last time i was this close to a dot mobb n_gga
but you know what? you know what?
i ain’t gon’ dig up my past wit’ mook ’cause we been movin’ further
so nowadays, it’s daps for your boss, but n_gga, you’se a worker
so if this n_gga get outta line, will i use the burner?
what, y’all ain’t hear my last three bars?
n_gga, i’m cool wit’ murder (murda)
and he said he know you from a basketball game
you can’t even hit son phone
you screamin’ “dot mobb” every battle, but we don’t ever see none shown
did your set even condone?
i guess you that g.i. joe snake eyes
’cause even to your team, your identity’s unknown!
you dumb clone…
but congrats, you made a big leap, jerk
you went from mack mel to me…and they still ain’t give me surf
but you stole a bar from me in your last joint
so how you gon’ get me murked?
oh, i get it _ this snake wanna k!ll me, so he bit me first
alright, well, i got two hammers
they spit rounds like this b_tch rehe_rs_d
the glock_19 off top’ll spit a big t verse
“chillaka_boo! boo_blaka!”
but the .4 is a hitter
if this snake try to flex, one ‘bow’ll constrict ya (boa constrictor)
n_gga…
yo, two shots to the chest
that’s what happen when me and these frauds meet
the third shot’ll take your top off quick like r streetz
you in the danja zone, n_gga
on the spot! on the spot!
well, all right!
i’mma bark on this lil’ dirty n_gga all night!
your best try? like your left eye
n_gga, you was dead on site (sight)!
look at me, king!
you came out here to earn some respect?
you wanna impress me? look to the left without turning your neck
[snake eyez]
you just lost!
you just lost!
you’re f_ckin’ trash! you just lost!

[math hoffa]
yo, yo, come on, don’t talk during my round, bro
i ain’t do that to you

yo, but we in n.c….
what up, y’all!?
this sh_t is great for the game
they put us on the same flight _ he should be grateful i changed
’cause like samuel l., i brought some sh_t that they ain’t take when i came
so you here and (hearin’) all these mothaf_ckas know i coulda k!lled this snake on a plane
this gon’ be a clear loss
you from harlem, so let me share thoughts
and drop some jewels (juelz)
you shoulda never hit the airport
smack, this is wrong
this ain’t have to be that way
you brought us on a rap tour (raptor) to see vince and t_mac play?
this n_gga caught a felony
in my mind, i could see that day
it ain’t right how the cops pulled up…’cause he could see that way
but this is where the laughin’ stops
you wanna die? i’ll swing past ya block
i see you on the stoop wit’ ya sister, then i grab the glock
hop out, burn your sis _ befo’ yo’ ass gets shot
you and your eye’ll take off jettin’ like this was ragnarok
you ain’t have your hammer, so yo’ ass was shot
my pullout game got way better
this ain’t the same math that battled top
this not fair, i feel like i’m beatin’ on a man again
i told nunu she could get the snake…she ain’t understand again
but let’s shed his skin
your real name is christopher key
somebody tell this kid book, or catch a big cap: i’m mr. magee
he could catch one in his back, or i’m clippin’ his knees
that’s how you turn a christopher walkin’ (walken) into christopher reeve!
this sh_t is a breeze!
you ain’t got enough to budge me, n_gga
my flow? plastic surgery
that mean i go in ugly, n_gga
in battle rap, i’m a god
there’s none above me, n_gga
i’ll raise these two arms and have ’em kickin’ like a musty n_gga!
all these soph0m_re n_ggas_
musty n_gga!
all these soph0m_res? smack, you need to cut these n_ggas!
tay roc voice in guntitles: “man, f_ck these n_ggas!
f_ck these n_ggas!
f_ck these n_ggas!”
ayo, i heard tay roc battling goodz…what’s that match about?
gun bars? n_gga, i got the goods that roc rap about
for all you n_ggas duckin’, keep duckin’ me on this battle route
i’m your iphone screen lock
leave me alone…i’m blackin’ out!
hoffa!
[round 2: snake eyez]
(_snake eyez says the first two bars in a sing_song voice_)
i remember gully vs. ‘ganik!
“f_ck hollow! f_ck hollow!” you always rantin’!
gene deal voice, i’m watchin’ like, “this old n_gga reachin’, bruh.”
all of a sudden, you back happy wit’ them n_ggas that was laughin’ when the grapes beat you up?
i knew you was a clown, n_gga
don’t get mad at me
i’ll make sure inside it hurts
you got that bag? i’ll make your b_tch show me where you hide it first
yeah…then i’ll pull up to the crib right after you tell her “bye” for work
but i don’t really want that b_tch, ’cause after i pop, you gon’ still love her
so i’m gon’ hit and disappear wit’ the bands same way they did roxanne mother
f_ck is up wit’ him?
you know who you up against?
i remember sellin’ weed in high school, i was buggin’ then
f_ck math _ i was cuttin’ gym
i’m talkin’ soon as we hit the hallway, i showed the pack like bugs in above the rim
you got no house, no benz, 50 battles
n_gga, you been wildin’
up here wit’ all that wasted talent
n_gga, you shoulda been on jim’s album!
i stay ready, so i ain’t gotta get ready
this sh_t i seen comin’
big blade, i run up like “what’s the mean_muggin’?”
code word “sparta”
y’all don’t think it mean nothin’!
that buck_fifty on his face!? i’ll make it 300!
n_gga! i’m consistent!
i had to take my respect!

- urltv

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