Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man by King of the Dot (Ft. Brixx Belvy & Syahboy)
Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man by King of the Dot (Ft. Brixx Belvy & Syahboy)

Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man

King of the Dot & Brixx Belvy & Syahboy * Track #3 On KOTD Grand Prix 2020

Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man Lyrics

[Round 1: Brixx Belvy]
(*clap, clap, clap, clap*)
Number one reason we can't pass your torch back...you’re wack
Nah, it's ‘cause a rookie can treat yo' format like it’s a floor mat
I'm even more mad that you follow the prints and hand-me-down kicks, but claim you on your own warpath
You're bad
Been worked on Bullpen so much, boy, you're staff
Might kill John, then pull up wit' a mill' (meal) on Will (wheel) like DoorDash
BOW! I introduce my pops to your dad
BOW! A pussy clean out of sync (sink) like a whore bath
You're trash...
Where y'all find him at?
I seen these brackets wit’ my prize attached
We gon’ start wit' Hays (Hey’s) like a private chat
Wait, is “Hays” a way to say “Syah” back?
‘Cause when you reverse “Hays”, it's rеally-
Syah wack!
I ain't listenin' when Syah rap!
I got the Dеvil on my shoulder wit’ my soul, bruh...tryna get me to buy it back!
I'm straightforward, no rewindin' back
I'm def' (deaf) goin' postal - you literally had to sign for that
So jump stupid
I'm real ignant wit' real demons
Guns shootin', still grippin', I'm still beamin'
Run, doofus - I'm still hittin', he still leakin'
Is we done shootin'? He's still Twitchin', he's still streamin'!
I wear the #1 headband, nigga! I'm tool-poppin'!
I'll throw you #2s in a bag: I'm school-shoppin'
Rug' cock it, no talkin', I'm in a rage
I get the curve and leave y'all on red (read) for sendin' Hays (Hey's)
Wait, I get the mop or maybe the shotty bangin'
‘Cause how these niggas move these days, it got me changin'
Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit'
Fah! Fah! He no longer, oop- dang...
Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit'
Fah! Fah! He no longer fluent in body language
Cocky statements
The crown I really took it
I said I'd battle Hays and wow, y'all really booked it
I'm the best to set foot in this bitch if we really lookin'
Don't they say you put your foot in some shit when you really cookin'?
He really pussy, doin' the most wit' the least ratchets
You wanna die? Keep at it
Rounds increase sleep patterns
And I got a clip and a stick full of rematches!
Fo'-five loaded, then I'm (denim) coatin' like a jean jacket
Nigga, y'all killin' me, sayin' believability is a factor
But if he lack the skills, then how you still believe ability is a factor?
Oh, it ain't about skills, it's about pride
You rob me in here? Well, we gon' rob you outside
That 50 thou' mine, nigga

[Round 1: Hays The Family Man]
It's Family Man!
‘Bout time I had a little fun in battle rap
I'll do a Cabbage Patch - clap! Get your cabbage patched!
Grab a knife, hatchet, stab it, through your cataracts
And watch you choke up like Tsu Surf wit' the Apple Jacks!
Aye! I'm in a tournament? I'm happy as shit
I'm ecstatic, I'm ‘bout to cause havoc and shit
Lot of guns, more straps than a jacket from Prince
It's Family Man, grease out the family pan
Wit' one trunk, and all y'all can share it like a family plan
You was talkin' spicy on Facebook like I was unworthy
Now I gotta prove Avocado right and do S.O.N. (son) dirty!
They say you Brixx
But I'll take you, break you, down, I'll make you flip
I'll cut you, slice you, bag y-
You gon' make us rich!
You spectacular!
And honest, I ain't even wanna battle ya
But for 50K, I'll make a body outta Brixx (bricks) like Johnny Tapia!
Tap-tap-tap in
Bars is sick'nin'
Dirty, razor blade take apart my victim
Slice! Slice! He be scared to face himself like he narcissistic!
Brixx! Hakuna matata
I'll remove your whole medulla when I'm shootin' the choppa
You the size of a Oompa-Loompa!
The fuck you gon' do to a monsta!?
Lead'll spark, this metal talk like Futurama!
Bend your (Bender) shit!
Gun in your mouth - he ain't wise
He gon' eat this big bitch like he tryna get a PS5!
Nigga, you DUMB!
100-round drum, now he in trouble
How many more across his back like he playin' in the NBA bubble!
I'm beyond mean!
I'll cook your sister, dad, brother wit' these long beams
And put pieces all around you like a LeBron team!
Your bitch? Wanna play some sex games wit' me
So I bust a nut in her face, romancin' it
Then I sat out for a couple games: that's load management
I retired from battle rap ‘cause I motherfuckin' hate y'all niggas
But for 50 thousand, that's a nice risk (wrist) like one of Ray Charles' bitches
So sign me up!
And get what you want - hype ‘em up!
But I go against the grain - I'll cut him low and line him up!
Who you got for me - Brixx, the lil' tiny fuck?
The lil' kid wit' sticks: the Mighty Duck?
No Fifty Shades of Grey, but I'll let a Sig (cig') off of his chest and tie him up!
You gotta be frontin'
You been rappin' for ten years, still down in the dungeon
You LiAngelo Ball: that last S.O.N. (son) that amounted to NOTHIN'!
Family Man Hays, baby
One…one...

[Round 2: Brixx Belvy]
Aye, I gave you a shot on this stage, nigga, and you failed the grades
As many times as me and John been booked here, you shouldn't trail a page
I'm well-suited for how the scales is weighed
So if they sayin' Sy's (size) a body, I'll make this tailor-made
Nigga, bye-bye
This where I turn up and try-try
I'm really gon' be outta this world: this nigga sci-fi
Who said ain't No Dope On Sundays? That nigga Sy high (CyHi)
All my bars been on point like Wi-Fi
And why try? 'Cause this here's really my boy, y'all
But you think it's $50,000 for you to enjoy, dawg?
Naw, X in them angles, or I'mma send the boy off
Your soul'll get called in the air like a coin toss
For 50K? My prints'll cover the piece like a loincloth
For 50K!? Every battle he won, that boy lost
It's 50 graves, I made
By the way, he gon' join y'all
I'll have him packed in a bag wit' them cats like soy sauce!
Syah, we came in the game together
Nigga, remember that?
"Grind Time Georgia forever!" Nigga, remember that!?
You was rappin' 'bout your loaded Beretta, niggas was pitchin' packs
Askin' 'bout the scoop on the ounces
Nigga, in Similac!?
'Cause you'se a Family Man all bottled up
See, you got yo' spot
This just business, my nigga, I am not yo' opp
We still family...that's just not yo' guap!
Tell them kids if it's Uncle Brixx (bricks), then his brother ain't got no shot
I'm scorchin' now
I force 'em out wit' the torture out
I know Hays dinner - I got that from the horse's mouth
These online courses now, every session
I been a student through this COVID: I'm Zoomin' through every lesson!
Every check-in, when I'm tryna make the bails land
Let's just keep it brief over the cargo like Quailman
.223s, .556s'll make a rail dance!
Whoa! The trunk came out gross like a health plan!
Aye, your little ones gon' need therapy if they peep the Twitch
You Rick Moranis, now find a way to shrink the kids
Nah, nah, nah, let me switch that - the squammy blam
Honey, I Just Blew Up the- it was a big kick over the Family Man!
Aye, I'm shakin' off the rust through this whole thang
You new to that? I'll catch my groove down the line like Soul Train
My energy don't change
For the right chicken, this that "put a nigga in the sky" business: Soul Plane

[Round 2: Hays The Family Man]
I see King of the Dot got some jokes, but they made it some fun
I told 'em my name was "Family Man", so they gave me a S.O.N. (son)
Close nemesis, flow limitless, fo' bend ya shit
Headshot, make your neck paid, but I only did it for the gross benefit
They like, "Who shot Brixx?"
I did, so who might trip?
I'll wrap all you mothafuckas in a sheet like a Dubai trip
I'll empty magazines in you, clip by clip
Blow half your chest off
ARP, this how you build Brick by Brick
For $40, your bitch'll suck my dick
I mean, my whole wood
It's ironic, she only did it for the money, that bitch no (know) good
Turn it up
I had enough this time
Headshot, I bust this .9!
And leave Brixx (bricks), like I walked off on my construction job
Fuck that!
Aye, Danny! Now he on the ground and shit
I squeeze, round after round and shit!
Pau Gasol: you ain't never seen a nigga hold a .8 down like this!
But they don't hear me, though
'Cause Brixx, you got flame material
But I don't believe you, 'cause you the same size as Rey Mysterio
I ain't wit' the nigga 'cause you a 4-foot lil' nigga
I'll put a bullet in your little man complex and evict the nigga
I get to trippin'
Razor blade, right down the middle, I get to liftin'
Now you a whole 'nother version of Conceited - well, a splitting image
I get to sic'in' him
No Klay, no Steph: I get to Wiggin(s)
I'll beat you in the head wit' a Henny bottle: I get the Privilege
I rock leaders
Just for talkin', I pop heaters
Now he leanin' to the left like a 2K shot meter!
Aye, you gotta line it up
I'm Geechi Gotti, you're bitch Coffee
And it's not cause she feisty bruh
It's cause she support me and she guaranteed to stand behind this Nut
I go wild/crazy
I beat you in the head 'til ya skull broke and ya smile changin'
And once I see a crack in bricks (Brixx), it fuck up the foundation
Aye Brixx, you ain't never been whooped like this
You ever been to a Caucasian barbeque? You ain't never seen nothin' cook like this
I go HAM on him, I ain't doin' no more boxin'
I'ma keep cuttin' bricks (Brixx) 'til I can't get no more profit
You pussy and e'ry nigga you came here with
Mr. Miyagi, wax on, was off, I let a baldhead break through bricks (Brixx)
Maaaaan, that's two, let's go

[Round 3: Brixx Belvy]
Aye that battle rap fame...that shit really had me blinded at first
Because I'm introverted and to me all that shine is a curse
But you gon' respect my time and my worth
Rest in peace Breonna Taylor, killers need the time they deserve
I'm just now findin' the words, but I'm statin' the facts
Aye Family Man, look at the time you wastin' with rap
You think we speak a different language cause you made it to SMACK?
Bitch if I made it to Google then I can translate on the App
While you've been rappin' the same ass way since 2010
For 50 thou'? That shit might be worth like 20 yen
You got ready for me by sparring with 20 pens?
Y'all let him rap like that?
Boy you ain't got 20 friends?
Screamin' "It's 585 but in the south I'm a simple man"
Well I'm takin' back the town and country; rental van
I wrote this for example, not to swindle fans
But just to ensure my crown I'm bound to get all in that dental plan
Nigga damn
We talkin' fades? Well we can run that dawg
You my mans but I hope you understand that I'm a cut that loss then I'ma crush that jaw
I'm Keenan in Good Burger I'm stealin' off my mans if they want that sauce
Man fuck this
I ain't think I was comin' back to battle rap cause of the state of this world
I need laws changed for my offspring cause I made they way to this world
I wanna put on a cape and make it safe for my girl
I tell my sons "give me pounds" while I'm walkin' 'round with the weight of the world that tells me "Blue Lives Matter"
But not the black ones when they sparkin' shells
You would think a uniform over a life would be hard to sell
But it's some good cops, all that footage just make it hard to tell
Why they put them blue lives in the same pot like Gargamel
Man this life is hard as hell, cause we both are black fathers
We gotta do soft shoe in the world that taps harder
We want black scholars they givin' us black martyrs
Black honor buzzin' through the talk like black barbers
Back off us
You don't like my people then let it be that
But take them Uncle Ruckus muthafuckas that be settin' me back
And trash? Oh I could never be that
Cause you can't be sorry up here when you unapologetically black

[Round 3: Family Man Hays]
Aye Brixx, I ain't one for the nonsense
One bullet will put a hole in ya conscious
Now you on the ground bleedin' and these niggas ain't bringin' you back like you stole a deposit
I don't know, I guess I ain't hearin' right
Cause to me, y'all niggas ain't near as nice
I'll put you in a casket with a small space like a Spirit flight
You one of the nicest punchliners ever, you scare niggas wit' it
But I'm so nice, I can give a nigga his flowers and then bury him with it
I named myself "Family Man" cause you my son, I take care of you nigga
Family Man/father figure, I figured it'd be more apparent (a parent) to niggas
Cannon launch, clip leave him like Vin Diesel, we be A Man Apart
I ain't lettin' nothin' Skip past, I ain't Shannon Sharpe
I ain't 'bout to ramble dawg
I lift this cannon off give bricks (Brixx) up to the Lord like I'm a man of God
I'm so far stuck in my zone can't even go man to man wit' y'all
Raw shit, walk on bricks (Brixx) like it's the land of Oz
I'm the Lord of this
You got bars but your performance is weak, a bunch of borin' shit
Guess we got break bricks (Brixx) down to molecules just to see if there's somethin' more to (mortar) bricks (Brixx)
You've been takin' your prenatal vitamins, nigga?
Cause we feel for him
We've been waitin' nine months for you to drop and you still borin' (stillborn)
Don't walk away from me Brixx cause I aim and clap you gladly
Rule number one, you never turn ya back on Family
I'm where the war at, you ain't even got the format duke
I got to .50's, like I just joined a 4X group
The fuck is wrong? Top of ya head I dump it on
Try [?] I come back around, I left the oven on?
Is you puzzled dawg?
Cause I had a late night with ya mom dick strokin'
All you heard was "mmm...mmmm" it sound like Clips chokin'
But you knew that
And don't get caught in all that chatter
Cause I grab you, and throw Brixx (bricks) through a window like I'm protesting for Black Lives Matter
And Black Lives Matter
If it's beef we hold the fight on for you
We outside all night out for you
Inf' beam like Motel 6, "We even leave the light on for you"
BAOW
Family Man niggas

Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man Q&A

Who wrote Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man's ?

Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man was written by Brixx Belvy & Syahboy.

Who produced Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man's ?

Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man was produced by Organik & Drect Williams.

When did King of the Dot release Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man?

King of the Dot released Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man on Sun Sep 27 2020.

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