I say Justin Matthew,n*gga what's up with that though sh*t and what have you
cause all you did was wine after those grape n*ggas smashed you
you was looking bad dude
sh*t I was feeling bad too should have seen how they had you
You know
doing my research and watching your battles
There's a few things I learned from you
Your bars don't hold weight or pack punch versus personals
Like you battled your best friend, Pat Stay,
And he exposed the whole world to you
And since you're my Canadian doormat, I'll use facts to kick dirt on you
He did exactly what I thought he'd do
Act like he's so d*mn hard
Motherf*cker,you look like Roseanne's husband
Now that's a Rosanne bar!
So I worried they'd paint me simply If fat jokes were all I'd bring for T
But he's the first really fat guy I've battle so...
this is big for me
why you getting mad fool?
sh*t I was bobbing and weaving (boxing defense) like I was there too
yelling at the TV like "Clips grab dude"
not Organik n*gga the one with the tattoos,
n*gga the one that's about to oooooo
you went to Cali without your gun? that's a bad move
you're always supposed to carry a 1,that's a math rule
I'ma put all the bullsh*t aside for a second, let me talk to you
I'ma point out your flaws and faults and what's wrong with you
You're a Genius On Drugs, correct? Well what's going on with you?
Do you get high to hide the demons inside that are haunting you?
Like Bruce B? May he rest in peace
And I would never disrespect him
And I know this is a touchy subject but f*ck
There's a rumor that I heard about y'all with I'm disgusted Jeff
Don't get upset, just be real with yourself
Cause every drug that Bruce did, you dealed it yourself
This troop is in training, salute
It ain't the music, the fame or the views
Don't blame the rules of the game, you'll lose
Use it to train, that's fuel for the flame that grew
Review the tapes, do what I say to do And watch the moves that you make improve
See, K, I could step my game up while still doin' the same for you
I mean, these fat jokes are mad heavy.
Y'all might get mad at me
Sh*t, I might lose all my fat friends,
oh wait I don't have any
I bet he hasn't been the same since the Arab whooped him,
now when he's in the corner store It feels like all the Arab looking
the b*tch won't even order a sandwich if the arab cooking.
He goes to the poppy store to say the arab crooked
he walks in poppy like "let me handle it for the rapper"
started throwing sh*t together trying to handle it faster
everybody's laugh they seen he's getting madder
gave him his food the whole sandwich was a disaster,
Every line on the canvas, tattoo and every tablet
You're the worst kind of friend, you influence his every habit
He got high from within he hid his vulnerabilities
And since you taught him how to get high,
I think I'll teach you about responsibility
Salute when you see me, tell 'em to let them horns blow
This is my second coming, my forthcoming was foretold
This is his corpse cold on the floor, blood on the wall
Swingin' a sword slow through the torso of his torn soul
My hands reach out from the abyss
Remove the ground under his kicks
His soul lifts from the ground up and it drifts
Into cloud, cover and mist, he shouts clutchin' a fist
But feels his mouth's covered in stitch
He's now stuck in a glitch where sound doesn't exist
So if regular fat people wear big tees with their bathing suits
You take the next level and probably bathe in suits
I mean I'd clown him about his outfit but his face looks like it's drowning
You don't have a lazy eye you have a lazy face around it
It's all your fault,Hoffa..Cause you changed.We need that older Math
That steel on him,choke him,Math.Nowadays,you rap like a Comedian.
But your jokes,is bad. We can tell,your first thouhts while COOKING...Is to ROAST his a*s.
Well, me ? I like my BEEF different,I'd rather, SMOKE his a*s...
Real friends help you make your self.If I was him as a fake friend I would hate myself
All them 'roids and the cocaine, I would hate my Hell
If I'm the reason my man's dead, I would take myself
No pause and metaphors, I'm dishing it the realest way
Cause your actions then, are the reason he ain't here today
He could see though that he's marked for death
That revelation made him reload,even though our bars reflect
The scene with Neo and the Architect
We are connected like DARPANet
I'll fly a charter jet into your thought bubble
And park directly in front of the verse you 'bout to start with next
You look like the Teflon Don
if he was covered in Teflon
Or a walrus who dipped all of his blubber in Exxon
F*ck a bug, he's killed any mammal he's stepped on
If Biggie saw this piggy he would think he was Dead Wrong
And I heard, you was homeless,Math aight,f*ck it
I was homeless too.The difference is? I tell my story
They exposing you Why? Cause you put on this front
Like you the coldest dude,holding two's
Walk with your chest out,making Tony(soprano) moves When really n*gga,
you, just Justin a little,lonely dude,that only get in Battle Rap beef.
Dose,Jones and Mook The second,that it's somebody else?
Like Taxstone and dudes Your whole image,switch up quick... We seen him on the tube....
Now, I told y'all, I appreciate y'all reaching out
But there was an STD, issues about racism and an issue with
Bruce B that I just had to speak about
Now that you're exposed, Trav' passed me the check
Cause this wasn't a battle, it was more like a reality check
This is plastic army men to nuclear armament
Every dollar spent on defense in the HAARP project
Each bar: an armored mech, alarm detection
Armed and set to target threats
Each word: a sharpened edge, scar his flesh
Carve it through his heart's contents 'til my heart's content
I mean as far as food, what we got today?
Lobster face? Pasta plate?
He's black and Islamic, what the f*ck is he? A chocolate shake/sheik
I mean, you're too fat to walk over subway grates
But you're in the hall of fame with Jared as the Subway Greats
like. Na, I'm a family man... I must control my moves.
I'd rather Talk it out with homie...If we throwing ? Cool
The second,that I watched that Blog? I seen,the ho in you Taxstone
keep on riding...That's what you 'pposed to do!!!
I'm so confused like...How the f*ck? You say, you started this leagues
When years later.... You don't even start in this league(OUCH)
And y'all doubted I would lose to him and jeopardize my top tier
Well I'm deaf, not here/hear
I did it for my G's in the bing, locked down they got years
Never snitch to the judge, booked or they got scared
But not you cause in yo' eyes, you got the snitching
So I bring his campaign/camp pain like a politician
You want beef? I cock back, I start the spitting
Bring it to my door and you'll pay like you got admission
Rewind it first, instead of threatenin' You're goin' to die in verses, I reverse it
They're payin' me not to kill you… let your mind interpret
Soon as that contract was signed in cursive
Your life was purchased!
Rewind it further, before you lost this battle to a vet
Before you seen Organik in the flesh
Yelling "Rapper to my left!"
f*cking your blood pressure is higher than the price of a brick
You are addicted to steaks if we're talking life on the strip
We would need a whole tray to put ice on your wrist
And your fingers are too fat so you f*cking type with a stick
URL cut him off... I guess,they started to see.He Vince Young(NFL).
He just dont play a part for the team,n*gga
When Smack,Chico and Beasley had a Marketing Scheme For young n*ggas
With a story,a heart and a dream So,when the fans,see this fake sh*t.
It's hard to beleive.That real n*ggas,actually come up here...And talk what we mean,n*gga
How the f*ck y'all think this f*ggot on my level?!
How the f*ck is he a G.O.D.? All I see is a white devil
Him? A slight rebel,I squeeze get my blaow on
Creep the street or we gon' beef til the cows gone
The Scotian's perimeter is blocked about a mile long
The son of a gun, but I'll clap like a proud mom
I accepted this match-up as a matter of respect
So you should feel honored when I decapitate your neck
Blood splashin' on the steps
In the cracks of the cement until the avenue is wet
But wait! That's when you snap out of it
Wake up drownin' in a sweat Grabbin' at your chest, gaspin' for a breath
You look around you, but instead of a casket it's your bed
And you realize we haven't battled yet
This all happened in your head
Just imagine what's gonna happen at the actual event!
But f*ck jokes, I'll use reality to show that they're lame
(REAL N*GGA SH*T!)
The joke would be you probably need two seats whenever you sit on an airplane
The reality would be if you sat next to on me an airplane it wouldn't ruin my night
It wouldn't ruin my flight It would ruin my life!
See? Your ego? F*cked up Math.
Cause Dizaster,walking with your heart...In his pocket and every interview,we see you do?
It's like he starting to lock it.It's like he took your Gangsta coat off and started to rock it
You even got him saying,n*gga,now...Till somebody stop it.Stop it....
Okay now, zoom in, look at the eyes of this loser now Canada
Is this the same guy y'all approve of?
I think not, Team Homi, Team Homi YELL!
I just caught me a mean body!
Him coming down the aisle with hard steps and short breath
"Please God do not let him sit here" I'd be praying with palms clenched
Sit down and your drenched from your breast to your forehead F*ck two seats,
lard fest could only fit on a park bench In case of emergency landing he'd need an extra large vest
If he has the window seat, the sun's eclipsed by your chest
And I'd be hard-pressed to stay Meta like Artest
Because this guy can't keep his side fat off of the armrest
you got to...He got you and you ain't seen him since So,now when you talk crazy.
We don't seem convinced.You tried to sue for the footage...
We seen you snitch and when them gangsters do Blogs? We seen you b*tch And no!!
That ain't how Brooklyn do...But every time I look at you.
I think about Taxstone and the sh*t,that you wouldn't do
F*cking Smack money up...The sh*t,that you put him through.
Going from bully to b*tch.Sh*t that you should't do.
it's a tight nice little package but I promise all that's real
You are inconvenient to be around, how awful does that feel?
I mean his gains could be alleviated And his pains could be abbreviated
With a diet and exercise maybe tying to be creative
It's really basic but the only time he's creative
Is making tacos with ice cream as a freaking meat replacement
If you want the truth? Well,we don't wanna see you again, at the Crossroads
The next time we meeting again.You f*cked it up for your team.
Yall ain't receiving a win.Now you know how CAMRON felt Leaving the gym,n*gga( JIM JONES)
and a always hated bullies except for in Justin case
until the n*gga started snitching we all know about Justin's case,
A clip full of Jahiems n*gga Just in case,don't touch me or tease Justin CASE,
He's got a million ways to sweeten cakes,But not one way to lean his face in?
Always room for cheese and bacon But let me guess, the greens were taken?
But people treat it like it's a disease a sickness to be mediated
Misleading statements from the media they deviate it
Like "it's fat shame" and I can't take it
I'm trying to decrease your weight and that benefits you
So you could show some appreciation
I mean that fact that you're fat
BOW that's for punching Dose in the mouth, Bow that's for punching Jones in the mouth
BOW BOW that's for getting stole in the mouth,and for letting,60 Crips...Start rolling you out.
B*tch you lucky...You ain't leave,with a hole in your scalp.
Pressure on it... Everything in the hole,coming out.
See what happen,to b*tch n*ggas When they open their mouth?
Says so much about you as a man No long term goals, no perseverance,
you can't stick to a plan
You only care about yourself, you're stuck in your selfish ways
And none of your family members care enough about you to help you change
But they say, "Big T's the man" like that'll help him magically
Oh course you're the man dawg, you motherf*cking have to be
You have to be cool or funny just to get an advantage
Otherwise you wouldn't have a single friend on this planet
And you know what it's about talk sh*t?
I'm dumping at your men You a beast on stage but you a punk at the event.
Murda Mook said,f*ck you,you get's nothing after this.
Just tell him A BEAR KILLED HIM!!!! I WAS A HUNTING ACCIDENT...CONCRETE!!
Fat people make less money, they get promoted less
They're more likely to be alone or suffer an early death
And I get pissed cause you have kids and your children are gonna grow
And it's a tragedy cause being fat is all that they'll ever know
When your daughter was born you probably weighed 355 pounds
If you walked a mile a day since then, he'd be skinny by now
So I don't give a f*ck if I lose today or f*cking lose the race
Bro you can't win at life until you f*cking lose the weight bro
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