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lirik lagu king of the dot - frak vs. brixx belvy

[round 1: frak]
when people first see me, they’re sayin’, “how high is this jewish kid?”
i’m nonviolent, i’m calm, quiet and cool as sh-t
but after this, and we outside, and you do some sh-t?
i’ll go from frak-a-lack to shaq attack
any foul lines and i’m shootin’ brixx!
see these mu’f-ckas start off smack and think they’re superhuman
then they to call on smack and he always has some new excuses
he even gave you hints in the vodka they choose to move with
so why smack don’t f-ck with belvedere?
i guess they’re too exclusive
but without smack, he still show drive, he won’t stop practice
on leagues like barbarian battle, bar fest, and don’t flop kansas!
but now he’s at bullpen, but he’s stuck on the bench like dellavedova
it’s ’cause he always comes to battles with this chip on his shoulder
always chokin’ in your thirds ’til the minute it’s over
no wonder he’s always in bullpen: he just isn’t a closer!
but i’mma come to bullpen with a lot of hot rounds
put loso on a cross, tell him i’m his god now
tell john john, “ya motto’s off! mazel tov!” baow!
one in the chamber, you believe in the holocaust now?
you lost to surf, p-ss, even danny myers got at him
you’ve been dyin’ off in cali like viacom branding
b magic choked, and you still got fired on badly
magic pushed brixx aside like diagon alley
and you had a cl-ssic with born, but i feel torn by the upset
’cause that was your best performance and still born left his son dead
see, he from atl but took 80 l’s, so he got dropped like ddt
atlanta gave him an extended cut like they shot deleted scenes
so he came to the fresh coast, cartel: not the dvd
so now cali has to push brixx like narcos season 3!
he calls himself the “bar king”
get a load of this f-cker!
with each set stretched like a yoga instructor
it’s a jenga game when you say you flow for the culture
’cause you stack bars but we still see the holes in your structure
you brixx with two x’s? whoa, heavy!
so deadly!
that name alone can stop a protest like a cold pepsi
see, they cast me for my personality like joe pesci
so they gotta give the most interesting man a dos equis

[round 1: brixx belvedere]
what’s frak-a-lackin’? i’m back in action
it feels great, sh-t, i’m prolly ’bout to catch a big body in this lil’ sp-ce
i hope your life insurance and bills paid, this my k!ll phase
where any type of line made get your wheels straight
i will say, out here i’m the rookie, this guy’s the vet
i guess the game just givin’ me somethin’ to do like simon says
well i wish simon said this guy was dead for a price instead
i’ll tend to this whole cl-ss like drivers ed
never mind the bread, cause really frak is easy
and y’all done picked the perfect time to catch a freebie
there’s a level where you gotta adapt to beat me
see i’m way up fo’ sho’ like i had the cheap seats
i’m in a whole different cl-ss, past the gz’s
but i guess this my test to p-ss the gz’s, but wait
how i go from p-ss to gz’s?
i’m vip so i gotta p-ss the gz’s!
we see, all my plates been light dudes who write cool i might snooze
cause they ain’t seasoned like white food
and most times i don’t even try when i slide through
still grade a even then like night school
hi fool, i been cookin’ and n-gg-, my sh-t sizzle!
i’m a pediatrician: my patience is this little!
i stay reachin’, that’s givin’ a big signal
everyday i’m in the field trippin’: ms. frizzle!
big pistol, burst out for any kind of outburst
they said this was a style clash…wanna get your style first?
while you was high on cloud 9, i put in groundwork
thornberry style: i put in some wild work!
he sound hurt ’cause in a minute, i’ll be givin’ him rank
they always say it’s war, then we see my enemies tank
i went back to where you started, then begin to rethink
frak, all you really missin’ is your end to be frank
while you was jokin’ with the dough like knock knock
i was on a roll tryin’ to go for the top spot
ain’t enough hours in the day to be top-notch
so all 24 for the goals like shot clocks
time, n-gg-!

[round 2: frak]
so, we both have asthma, bad breathin’ in our dna
f-ck aktive vs riggz, frak vs brixx is the toughest battle you’ll see today
see both of us got the pump that we squeeze and spray
especially with high pollen on a breezy day
but wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight
you dated jaz the rapper?
it’s on rapgrid interview, check it out on the youtubes
it’s pay-per-view
okay, you dated jaz the rapper?

[guy from crowd] shouts out to brixx!
[brixx] that’s a 3-0 now, right?
[lush one] yeah for real it’s over

[frak]
wait, wait, wait, you dated jaz the rapper? geez bro really?
you’re so lucky, she’s so pretty
she’s got bars, she’s so witty
she’s got schemes, she’s got t-tties
when i first heard jaz was a virgin, i thought that was a feminist statement for chicks everywhere
turns out she was just datin’ brixx belvedere!
dawg, she had you whipped without ever lettin’ you bone
the sh-t was a bad setup like you’re tryin’ to be charron
you start kissin’ up on her, she’s like, “i wanna be alone”
you never went all the way with jaz like stockton and malone!
he’s like, “but, jaz, it’s me.”
she’s like, “it’s not up for discussion.”
cuffin’ for nothin’
three little pigs: she never blew brixx, despite all the huffin’ and puffin’
it’s not that jaz wanted to be a virgin, she was prayin’ for s-x
but when your girl’s a better rapper you ain’t makin’ her wet
you had to beat her in a one-rounder just to take her to bed
so your chance of gettin’ jaz hand?
mmm…shaky at best!
so i’m at brixx house and she told me you’re a awful lover
i let it burn, but not like usher: i brought a rubber
i’m a grown–ss man and i’m probably younger
you childish actin’ in atlanta like donald glover
so, dear jaz, i thought that i could reach out
i mean i got a job, i’m a rapper, but i’m kinda on my feet now
so slide in my dm’s if i’m the guy you wanna seek out
i mean, after brixx, there’s gotta be a rebound!
dawg, i do so much s-x, i’d make a stunning boyfriend
turn your girlfriend into a gymnast after one appointment
first we smoked two j’s, then she got as flexible as unemployment
i hate to be too blunt, but she was double-jointed
now he’s lookin’ in the mirror like, “what’s wrong with my dignity?
maybe it’s this gap in my tooth. that’s why this chicks are not tryin’ to get with me
caught in the middle of awkward and timid with horrible energy
meanwhile i’m f-ckin’ every night, i got the c-ckiest energy
see that gap in your tooth is really just an object of imagery
to distract the real gap between us which is chronic virginity
time!

[round 2: brixx belvedere]
i can say anything and body you
i can make up whatever, and to them it’s probably true
ain’t no personals that i can use!
and he battled everybody knows… (yeah!)
i’ll be d-mned, n-body knew!
n-body move or he gon’ spray the heat
compare his aim to my name and it’s plain to see
he comes from san fran’, so he can change the league
better know he can let seven go, but all he did was take a knee
play wit me, i’ll make you buckle if i tuck in your rib
i heard you sent a shot well, who in the f-ck did it hit?
you remind me of jared to be f-ckin’ legit
you known for them subs, now you payin’ just to f-ck wit the kid
did you parts to see stars around your head?
frak!
that’s my big t sound effect
and even qp said that he down for bread
that’s just quintenn hintin’ that you could’ve caught a pound instead
now reflect and see my p-ssion triller
i’m still at it, real rappin’, no action filler
my b-tch? oh, she’ll beat yo’ b-tch -ss and k!ll her!
i mean givin’ yo’ queen the fair one like the magic mirror!
frak, i’m hearin’ your uzi clappin’
but you come from a green background like movie magic
play in the a, it’s usually tragic
i’m makin’ these b-tches miss wherever they from like beauty pageants!
oow he snappin’
frak in the back of the ac’, packed in acts if i’m back rappin’
frak with some facts at it
they told me break a leg to get back in my trap captain
math where the fractions i’m takin’ a crack at him
lush said, “have at him”, but i’ma need bale youngin’
hammer on the cannon i’m ready to nail somethin’
long stick that john kickin’ the [?] jumpin’ on that short staff in store; help wanted
i said, let me find out who else siding with ops cause i’m risin’ with the top
bro it’s time to hit the clock
just know it’s like gettin’ a parking ticket and whinin’ to the cops
just know you will get that boot if i find you in the spot
just rhymin’ from the top i knew i could crush dawg
and whoever said, “frak 3-0″…f-ck y’all!
aye, i’m a few world dom’s above y’all
so for me this wd-40…and i’m just gettin’ the rust off

[round 3: frak]
champion told me to reb-ttal well i guess i’ll try to reb-ttal
aye, you said you’d put the pounds to my head
you door-to-door with the chrome?
nah, all your heat is a scam like corey charron
aye, the s.o.n.s changed battle rap, that’s a true fact
now everybody rappin’ in bad puns like a cool dad
see a battle rap crew used to be a cool fad
nowadays, a battle rap crew is the group chat
and y’all met text battling, text heat all drawn
“let’s meet! log on!”
let’s take it inside the sons chat on letsbeef.com
aye fox starts it off like, “everybody on?
first of all i gotta thank the fans and a quick shout out to our sponsors: 9 5 eyewear and my mom’s data plan
then brixx like, “i said yo!” as he unlocks homescreen
like, “what’s poppin’, homies?
i fry potatoes for the cream: hot pierogies
i pull up in a blue beam’: obi-wan ken-bi.”
then qp fires off a glock emoji
heartless sends a big heart like, “bring that back”
fox sends a dom demarco and a “sh-t like that”
when we hit the real world, they gon’ mess wit’ that
notification: conceited has left the chat
so brixx like, “dear con’. i wrote you, but you still ain’t callin’
i even left you a new cereal scheme for you at the bottom
what’s good with a spot on wild n’ out? hold me down, bro.”
he’s like, “no”
you’re like, “what?”
he’s like, “slow it down: nooooo!”
plus, you’re only poppin’ cause the sons if i dare say so
i came up with no connections like airplane mode
and you from that sons golden era, but look where y’all are
you’re day 1 battlin’ frak, while they’re all stars
you think you a legend for ghostwritin’ in their mom’s car?
sh-t, everyone da jungle booked used to share con’s bars!
and you think you a legend for ghostwritin’ sh-t?
b-tch i’m from the bay i ghost ride the whip
all your fiends got famous but no sign of brixx so he ghostwrites
even has a ghost wife and kids
you’ll never be the face of your bars with no life to live
the thing about a ghostwriter is a ghost writes the sh-t
plus you exposing the ghostwriting in your mark -ss crew
even had fox talkin’ like that car fax dude
i ain’t sayin’ you a snitch or an all out fool
but belvedere comes with coppers like a moscow mule
then you and qp fell out cause quantum was wild
he hit the maury show, you’re like, “i can’t be a part of this now.”
they say, “you are not the father” and your heart hit the ground
cause you knew d-mn well that qp fathered your style!
and y’all proud of that forced -ss style and the kids who bit it
make your words sound overly complex like it’s encrypted
they say light travels faster than sound
it’s simple physics, it applies to you cause you only appear bright til we really listen
but you can get this fade however it’s like an s curl
plus i just popped the cherry it’s like your next girl
there’s no russian or sheer panic you see lush and organik, i got the hosts goin’ crazy like west world
b-tch this is the west world, we shoot up the galaxy
i’m the best in my cl-ss in the i give two f-cks academy
plus my music more poppin’ than all you f-cks who battle me
so gully, ‘ganik i’ma need mook, lux or c-ssidy

[round 3: brixx belvedere]
i see you still plugged into that matrix that i set my mind free from
look how high they holdin’ favorites
motivation? i need some
i’ma have the same ole episode like a rerun
how you co-signed by dirtbag to get put in a clean one?
oh he need one, but you had that shot
despite your followin’ your rank leads me to believe you lack a lot
your lines couldn’t make a quake in an after…shock
you a puppet, name a show frak’ll rock
until dawg’s demonstration been authenticated
it’s always gon’ seem sketchy how you draw inspiration
i borderline call him “a racist”
if i tell him “the four in here” he gon’ call immigration
i get all in his face and flip out that knife
two buck fifty’s; i made $3.00 out that slice
everyday i block out that night
too many dead homies livin’ through me to say i ain’t ’bout that life
i never really found that christ that y’all n-gg-s pray to
but you should make your way to so he can make your way through
you’ll be stayin’ faithful even if it’s fateful
you must be smokin’ k2 and thinkin’ it’s okay to
oh he should’ve been on day 2?
ha, well that would take some boldness
for the staff to make that big -ss mistake and own it
sh-t you had a whole generation straight condoning
when you went and had that ‘call me kaitlyn’ moment
ohh yeah, you went viral, it didn’t even take a grand to blow
fresco sent that tranny footage and you panicked bro
eh, you was thirsty for the look and godd-mn it shows
you saw fresca get you that pop but you ain’t want a fan to know
you a random troll, the toughest muhf-cka on a message board
tell your inner g to keep that energy that i’m checkin’ for
i’ll rip you to pieces til police is ready to check for more
then rangers put the body together megazord
i was extra bored when they offered the vaca’
for a week i worked up a body, no leg day
i come from the sons i’m expectin’ a payday
wild n out til i get that con’ money like jpay
i’m just here makin’ battle rap great again baby you know what it is
vote for me

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