The Extended Cut

[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 shit But after this, and we outside, and you do some shit? I'll go from Frak-a-lack to Shaq Attack Any foul lines and I'm shootin' Brixx! See these mu'fuckas 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 fuck 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, Pass, 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 classic 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 fucker! 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, shit, I'm prolly 'bout to catch a big body in this lil' space I hope your life insurance and bills paid, this my kill 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 class 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 class, past the GZ's But I guess this my test to pass the GZ's, but wait How I go from Pass to GZ's? I'm VIP so I gotta pass 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 nigga, my shit 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, nigga! [Round 2: Frak] So, we both have asthma, bad breathin' in our DNA Fuck 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 titties 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 shit 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 sex 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-ass 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 SEX, 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 fuckin' every night, I got the cockiest 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 damned, nobody knew! Nobody 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 fuck did it hit? You remind me of Jared to be fuckin' legit You known for them subs, now you payin' just to fuck 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 passion triller I'm still at it, real rappin', no action filler My bitch? Oh, she'll beat yo' bitch ass and KILL 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 bitches 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"...fuck 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 rebuttal well I guess I'll try to rebuttal 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 Kenobi." Then QP fires off a Glock emoji Heartless sends a big heart like, "Bring that back" Fox sends a Dom Demarco and a "Shit 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? Shit, everyone Da Jungle booked used to share Con's bars! And you think you a legend for ghostwritin' shit? Bitch 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 shit Plus you exposing the ghostwriting in your mark ass 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 damn well that QP fathered your style! And y'all proud of that forced ass 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 Bitch this is the west world, we shoot up the galaxy I'm the best in my class in the I Give Two Fucks Academy Plus my music more poppin' than all you fucks who battle me So Gully, 'Ganik I'ma need Mook, Lux or Cassidy [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 niggas 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 ass mistake and own it Shit 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 goddamn it shows You saw Fresca get you that pop but you ain't want a fan to know You a random troll, the toughest muhfucka 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