[Lyrics] Dax – The Next Rap God 2 Lyrics

Ten minutes was the warmup, nigga
Get in tune
You wanna beef? Let’s meet, hit my Zoom
I’m callin’ shots
You in the bleachers mournin’ every move
I kill ’em with success
I’m up next like afternoon
You niggas evenin’ the playin’ scale
It’s like the moon
Tryna sunset as the nightmare I rap resumes
You get eclipsed
And then I star in the movie (LexNour)
Where the underdog leaves the
Wholе game straight confused
You think you rappin’ with a
God, you must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin’
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I’m already back for round two
This here for shit’s and giggles
Here’s an epiphany
Dax ain’t droppin’ music when he’s rappin’
He’s droppin’ symphonies
I make Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It’s Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs’ll probably Illinois ya
I got PTSD from the killin’s of these beats
I’m a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin’ soccer out in Canada
That’s Trudeau
I ain’t never lied in my prime
How I minister the flow is unknown
They don’t know where it’s comin’ from
Like phone calls with star 69
They say I say nothin’
That I’m corny and outdated
If I rapped in the ’90s
I’d probably be famous
That the flow and the cadence is abrasive
I be blackin’ out on beats
Even niggas started callin’ me a racist
Like Aunt Jemima
I need an Oscar, they admire my wiener
They blowin’ me like Hurricane Katrina
I get Superdome defenses tryna find
A way to stop me
I’m offensive with the wordplay
I minored misdemeanors
Bitch, you might need a subpoena to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say “Dax needs a feature” and
Pray that it’s not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses speak ‘hood and suburban
So the people in the ‘jects
Still respect my sermons
Merge it, LeapFrog it, Kermit
You want a pass, you’ll need a permit
Lyrically, I’m drivin’ drunk how I’m swervin’
In and out of genres, I ain’t pop or urban
I’m my own category, you can
Call that shit purpose, listen
I need to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I’m rappin’
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
And not even break a sweat?
Man, they committin’ genocide tryna
Exterminate the lyricist
While saying Dax is the antithesis
That’s means opposite
But if I’m the opposite
Then how am I independent and
The game’s still profitin’?
It’s not supposed to happen, they cappin’
I’m a goddamn savage when rappin’
Gas mask yo’ casket ’cause the smoke I
Spit will give you lung damage
If you wanna come and grab what I’m grabbin’
You’ll have to lift weights and wait
‘Cause the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I’m used to the static
They say I got drive, I’m auto matic
Ain’t listenin’ to demos
Especially not ‘cratics
These niggas panic like we at the disco
I got a simple plan for you
We should rage against the machine
I’ma need a team
I’m two and a half men myself
Like Charlie Sheen
This industry’s sick, Dax is the vaccine
Top five in this bitch
At least the past three
If they say otherwise, they anti-vaccine
And the mandate passed suppresses
They free speech
‘Cause I’m in a different category
My whole life is a allegory
The truth I speak is a double-edge
And that’s why there’s no matrimony
Everybody knows what I came to do
So they separate and the alimony
Is why I’m broke, but I don’t care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I’m perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They carry no weight?
If my shit’s trash but spreads at this rate
Then maybe it’s you who has no taste
And I don’t normally pray, but today I’ll say
Dear God, please wash these lames away
And ironically, that’s the name of my song
That’s gold with no fuckin’ radio play
Now it’s back to the topic
Let me hit you wit’ a switch
How the fuck I’m pussy if
You always on my dick?
I don’t rap about the typical
My money or a bitch and if I ever do flex
I’m in the gym doin’ lifts
I don’t pack nothin’ but six
My abs stay ripped
I’m like an ad lib, bitch, I stay in the mix
Every time I see a beat in my scope
It’s a hit state of mind like a shooter
For the New York Knicks i’m the best
And if they ask Kawhi like the Clips
Tell ’em Dax got a glove with
The game in his grip
Throwin’ counter punches, hooks
Metaphorically the shit
Like a potty mouth nigga with
A stank upper lip, and
This wasn’t planned
I’m spittin’ facts from a real-world scan
They cable, I’m streamin’, they nice
But the difference, they can’t
Do it on demand, i’m the man
B-b-bombin’ on these beats if you
Tally up the bands
Got enough ammunition to supply the Taliban
Every bar is like a bullet, they go doo doo!
People try to Dodge
But they can’t like a fuckin’ caravan
Okay, now I’m warmed up, I can feel the sweat
The bars drip and turn complex
Hit the floor as I gas the beat
Then evaporate and condense
In a generation where common sense
Is not common sense
We need a real rapper, but when you say Nas
They think you mean Lil Nas X
And that’s not a diss
I don’t want to get canceled, YouTube
Don’t take my channel don’t copyright
’cause if you do I’ll strike and beat at you
I’m sick and somethin’ you can’t handle
I’m solar like a panel
You can’t desert me like a camel
I was built for this and
Somethin’ they cannot dismantle
Man, this is appallin’
I bounce back like Spalding
I slide on these beats
My flows icy and my bars toboggans
If rap’s a house
I’m home alone like Macaulay Culkin
And if you think you better, then
Rap about it and stop talkin’, hot doggin’
I actually play basketball
I’m gettin’ buckets if they ever
Say that Dax ballin’
I see them postin’ who’s the
Best hoop rap artist like I ain’t led a
Whole goddamn college conference
This shit is wild
I see the posts and profiles
But commentin’ negativity is not my style
I got a strap and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a gun
It’s a hoop term, dummy, go ahead
You can check my file
I been squeaky clean, see
I don’t want to go to jail
But if I did, I know it’d triple all my sales
And that’s the fucked up part about this life
Don’t nobody wanna see you do good
’til you goin’ through hell
And that’s why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I’m ’bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart
And these people didn’t appreciate it
I should’ve rapped about guns and violence
Or fuckin’ bad bitches on an island
Or some drugs that I don’t even take, heh
Then tell all the kids to try it
Man, what’s it’s gon’ take to make it?
For them to say that I’m one of the greatest?
Do I gotta go sell my soul?
And live the rest of my life forsaken?
Don’t push me, ’cause I just might do it
I go dumb, but I’ve never been stupid
I’ve had nothin’ in my life before
And I was fine
So bitch, I’m not afraid to lose it
So, fuck this music, I don’t need it
Call me cocky or call me conceited
Smooth criminal, I’m a demon
I Mike Jacked ’em, now they gotta beat it
I throw up hit’s, heh, I’m bulimic
Shoutout to Drake why? I stay schemin’
Started from the bottom
Now the views I’m seein’
Mean nothin’ was the same
And I’m no longer dreamin’
Man, this already a classic, yeah
I’m the future, so you can’t look past it
If you take that mask off you
Could tell that I’m the baddest
Report cards the only time in life you’ll
See Dax beside the word average
And I bet you I’m above
Go add ‘er all together
I ain’t talkin’ bout the drug
And you know it’s orange juice
If they say a C-plus
If you think I’m a 50 then
You got no sense like
The famous rap song that is
Called “In Da Club” calm down
Let me bust a rhyme and kick
Flips while I’m on my grind
I got tricks up my sleeve
I could make a simile disappear like
The line inside this line
And every time I rhyme
They see an Optimus in his prime
I transform, I could reach the blind
My mind’s design is one of a kind
You’ll find
There is no one like I and that is I why
I must keep it goin’, constant motion
Locomotive i lack promotion, I provoke ’em
Break down every system but still be growin’
So sick that they might need some Ibuprofen
Off the deep end
Bars with the depths of oceans
Sub-zero flow, so you know it’s frozen
IQ so high feels like I’m smokin’
Most impotent man who is spittin’ potent
Face off with The Rock like a real Samoan
Tech N9ne with the chop, Midwest influence
That’s congruent, payin’ my respects
I’m never out of pocket
Name another young gun who is this polished
I spit fury, entice ’em with this rocket
Bars get to droppin’ everywhere
Like I’m bronze bombin’
You couldn’t put me in a box if we boxin’
BTS shots the only time Dax K-poppin’
Stick on my hip, I’ll clean the whole room
But don’t be alarmed, it’s Dax
I’m just moppin’ that’s off-topic
Let me tell you somethin’ real
Everything you see now was done with no deal
What does that mean? It’s fuck how you feel
‘Cause it’s impossible to get this
Far with no skill
(Skill, skill, skill, skill, skill, skill)
Never mind, you won’t find no one like me
I wish
That you would see me for what I am
Instead of ignorant top comments you
See on the ‘Gram
I’m a once-in-a-lifetime type of man
Who actually cares ’bout the content
And all the fans
I guess it doesn’t matter, they piss poor
Weak bladder
I gotta keep them at bay like the Packers
Don’t stare ’cause you’ll need a ladder
They pass words around like computer hackers
I’m built different, I was never breastfed
When I was two years old
I was dropped on my head
In school like Dej Loaf, they’d try me
But just like the second part of her name
I was all about the bread
So, I stayed focused
I couldn’t afford to fumble
Wrestlin’ demons in my bed
Like the Royal Rumble
Paid dues, they ain’t never gave me a bundle
But they discount people who
Would fuckin’ mumble this life is not fair
They dread Dax like Jamaican hair
Because they know they can’t compare
Then stock my work and resell
It on the market and give Dax no shares
What the fuck? I’m ’bout to
Slide like a hockey puck, duck like Donald
Shoot like LeBron and tax niggas like Obama
Do the stanky leg and heat it up like a sauna
While you talk to yo’ God and
Have to deal with yo’ karma
As-salamu alaykum, I come in peace
I love all religions and
Practice what I preach
If you came into this world and you bleed
You’re like me ‘Cause love is my religion
And I love what I see
I’m not a Christian rapper
I just rap about faith
Without takin’ the Bible and throwin’
It in your face
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin’ it
You ain’t never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was on some label shit
They want me to leaf, I’m not
Rakin’ it, twenty minutes, bitch
This my statement
Halfway and I’m just warmin’ up
Now I’m ’bout to freak this like
Some pussy I’m playin’ with
I’m ’bout give you that energy, uh
They know Dax sick, but he also the remedy
Yeah if they say I’m trash
They smokin’ methamphetamine, yeah
This here my destiny, yeah
Pussy nigga, you an enemy
Never was a friend to me
Hundred different flows like
A muthafuckin’ centipede, it’s Dax!
My path’s a lonely road, I walk alone
And I keep my eyes closed
I don’t fuck wit’ you broke hoes
I’d rather jack off inside my home
I can already see the fake
They rise quick then fall like Easy Bake
Then resurrect like Christ on Easter
Day, they straight ass
I ain’t talkin’ about a piece of cake
Uh, I’m turnin’ up the concentration
Free in this bitch, but I’m not a mason
Came in the game and the beats I’m blazin’
Bring heat that’ll torch and
Destroy the matrix
Line after line, got ’em snortin’ greatness
Raw spelt backwards is what I’m wagin’
Dax is the brand and the occupation
Occupies the real so the constant hatin’
Comes from the fake who deny the basic
That Dax is a part of the conversation
With no cosign or major playlists
Radio play or talent agent
Anger and rage ’cause they can’t contain it
Straight to top, and the spot is vacant
Those who oppose go straight to hell, hah
And go twerk with Satan
I’m spittin’ it mad fast
I ain’t gonna backtrack
My flow’s in a hazmat, I’m fixin’ to blow
Game in a backpack, they spittin’ the rap cap
They know what they doin’
And they tryna be clones
I’m ice cold, no Steve Stone
Unless you’re in Austin, Texas
WWE, you niggas restless
You are not getting in
You’re not on my guest list
Don’t fit like Tetris
I’m ’bout to make this flip
Anybody hatin’ can come and suck my dick
Everything I spit is like glue, it sticks
When you poop’s the only time you’re the shit
Everybody wanna just get rich
You’re all my sons just like Chris
I’m appalled ’cause you always miss
And if you hit
You still can’t do it like this
And if you did your brain would explode
I’m next to blow
I’m a whole series, you’re just an episode
Gimme legume, heh, like a vegetable
Beatin’ me is a stretch
You better get flexible
Killin’ this beat, but the crime is sensible
First-degree, I murder thee
Then mastermind then PhD
My schemes are credible
So the rhymes may not be detectable
Over heads, they go and fall on deaf ears
The buzz I made’s beyond lightyears
So when they’re toxic like Britney Spears
I barely hear ’cause I just switch gears
You ain’t never seen a rapper
Strike this much fear
Amongst his foes and his so-called peers
So, like Visine drops, let me make this clear
I’m Dax, and I been in a different tier
And it’s fire, fire, call for help
My desire burns and they passion melts
Independent, so I might not be felt
But I sign my checks, that’s a higher self
Don’t pull my card ’cause you might get dealt
My hand of God’s from the Bible Belt
My wave’s so big even Michael Phelps
Can’t swim my shit without some help
So breathe, huh huh, huh huh
You might need a second to catch up
Dax is on a tear
And they’re lookin’ for backup
Semi-automatic, and I hit like a Mack truck
Breathe, huh huh, huh huh
And I don’t give a flying fat fuck
Yes, I am a sinner, and I drink and do cuss
But like DJ Khaled, I got the keys
To unlock the beast
Extend my reach from down beneath
And knock off those who cannot compete
But want to act like they can fuck with me
It’s OK-K-K like racial tension
“Dax nice, let’s avoid him and never mention
He’ll elevate to a new dimension
And leave us here in the kiddy section”
Sixty-five metaphors, where’s my pension?
I retire beats and they go to heaven
Appraise them, not like a reverend
I mean raise their value
I’m still here like a statue starin’ at you
I will stand the test of time
And if I sit I’ll still be twice as
Tall with my head in the sky
Lookin’ down at all you birds
Who talk on Twitter thinkin’ there’s
Power behind your words?
Callin’ me corny behind your computer
In the fuckin’ suburbs
Ha ha haha, hahahahaha, haha
You’re way too late, heh I’ve mastered this
And now I’m better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount times we all
Get to live this life
That’s one, don’t waste it
You’d be way more successful with
Dax on your playlist
‘Cause I rap about motivation, which you lack
‘Cause if you focused on yourself
You wouldn’t have time to go online
Spend your time there, heh
Just to shit on Dax oh, it’s sad
You know I’ve never had someone more
Successful tell me I’m wack
And, oh, I forgot I’m black so I’m
Supposed to rap about guns, bitches, clothes
And tons of cash
While you pricks pray I lose my shit
While you sit at home and clap
And that’s the kicker, heh
You don’t even get paid to
Hate, heh, heh on Twitter, heh
It just makes you bitter
And my skin gets thicker and
It actually promotes my work
Indirectly and over a period
Of time you sheep
Herd and all just make me richer
I got you in a bind like a boa constrictor
I’m on the way up like a zipper and only
Fade in the cut with a pair of clippers
But I’m no clown, my shit’s real
And that’s why despite how you feel
It all still spreads around
Up and down with resoundin’ sound
Even haters got to admit that
Dax got that bounce
Boy, you better run home when you see me
I don’t mean a baseball mound
I’m the king in this bitch
That’s why I let my hair grow
In the shape of a crown
You better bow down then get up
I won’t let up or let go
I take the hate they throw and
Embody it for the energy to go turn up at my
Sold-out shows across the globe
South Africa, Nigeria zambia, Liberia
Canada, I need Expedia
And, oh, I got a message for the media
I don’t care if that fake shit feedin’ ya
You a sellout if you glorify that trash
That does not meet the criteria
I’m a patriot, I’ve united states
Every bill I check got Buccs and
Nears Tom Brady’s throw completion rate
That’s a bar, if you don’t get it
But if you did
I have to explain for those who
Still give me no credit
Well, well, well
Actually I’ve got my I got my own money
I’ve always been a big advocate for debit
I don’t obsess over what’s not mine
I already think I’m great
They whine about Dax like a
Large amount of grapes
Then act pregnant like they made me and
I popped out way too late
And they never ever recovered
From postpartum baby weight
That’s not my fault
I did my job and made waves like Rod
I put my heart on ice, and
If you slip and fall
I hope you break your jaw
So you can’t talk at all and have to cry
Oh, I’m gettin’ off track
Or maybe I should just go and
Finish that like No Life Shaq
You want to know what pisses me off the most?
People wanna pretend that they can
Do what I do drop these tracks back-to back
With impeccable raps
Stay humble, move how I move
Hit it on the nail, you’re a loose screw
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me in this booth
It’s a blatant lie if they try
To say I’m not the truth
Inspirational, all relatable
Undebatably one a kind
Intrinsic fire lit inside to match my grind
Critical thinkin’ songs that actually make
You think about your life
Fuck attention spans
My music actually stands the test of time
I don’t give a fuck about a Grammy
I should’ve had three
“Dear God”, “JOKER”, “Book of Revelations”
But these motherfuckers don’t want to
Give it to emcees
Just glorify and push the shit that’s empty
I’m at large in this bitch
Like a Starbucks Venti
Certified-killer, promise you don’t want
To tempt me
Got the game in a state of rage, a frenzy
If they’re speaking on my name and hate
It’s envy i ain’t missin’ my target unless
I’m shoppin’ for some bananas
I’m at c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-coco cabanas
K-k-killin’ these comics c-c-comin’ at
Me with cameras don’t c-c-c-c-call me ‘less
You callin’ Colin, you cappin’
I’m a c-c-c
C-c-chemist c-c-cookin’ everything
You c-cook ’cause I’m a menace
Dax is a Clause like Santa, but independent
My world is a series, I
Don’t mean the Pennant, heh
They probably think that I’ll run out of bars
But I’m a galaxy
And I got as many as the stars
I’m an extraterrestrial alien and I’m on Mars
And I’m comin’ back to Earth to
Rid you of these retards
Man, I hope they don’t cancel me for that
Cancel culture is a bitch
You can say anything you want
As long you’re not rich
But if you’re poor, oh, they might get you
Too because if you ever become successful
They’ll use your past against you
We can’t even be human
We can’t even make mistakes
Everyone’s a dick
But won’t cum say it to your face
We spend our lives looking left and
Right while we run our race
Then wonder why we’re depressed and always
Finish shit in second place
Get up and get gone
You ain’t right if you’re doin’ nothin’ wrong
Get off of that phone
Find out Korea like Kim Jong-Un
Find your passion and cash
In like Kim Kardashian
And bask in the fact that it takes
Action to be a massive attraction
And stay active instead of bein’ passive
Reach out and go grab it and make habit’s
Fuck status, you’ll stay static, just march
No madness
This bracket is an elite synapsis
All info passed has been imagined
No draggin’ if you wanna get
Cash then start smashin’
Instead of waitin’ ’til you’re in a casket
And braggin’ on what happened in the past
Of your life as the basic average
Be a savage, attack it, rip it, slash it
Cremate it take it’s ashes and smoke it
Gas it so hard that the pedal smashes
Stop livin’ in captions, you’re better
Than that, you have it, addict
Like Go-Go Gadget, you’re equipped
To wreak havoc, emphatic
I’m ’bout to weaponize a generation
This road I’m blazin’ got
My enemies wishin’ they
Had never tried to crack the pavement
Poetic justice
Everybody’s here in my arraignment
Murder to Goliath, and I am fuckin’ David
You couldn’t save ’em with the flash drive
Don’t question a Mark
He a snitch if you ask why
Whole generation lost
You can check the spectrum
My connection isn’t there like
They low bar WiFi
I’m not a part of this shit
I’ll never celebrate ignorance
I’m on the border
Like undocumented immigrants
Tryna decide if I should stay in the village
Or risk it to benefit but
Have to move militant
If you’re hatin’, you’re a child
You don’t understand the Dax impact
And you won’t for a while
But once you get old, and this life gets real
You’ll wanna go back and wish my
Words touched you like a pedophile
You must be crazy if you think I’ma stop
I was hip without hip-hop
Between the lines, I could read the signs
They don’t want music
They want songs that’ll get
A whole generation locked
So, I stay back and push
My little positive message
Isolated from the game up
In the nosebleed section
No awards or recognition
But my state of correction
Facilitates the people chained to get
A bit up in heaven and that’s a felony
Even amnesia couldn’t make them
Not remember me
The word meme is short for memories
So, when you tryna break what I’ve made
Keep in mind you helpin’ me build a legacy
And that’s why I’m right in they face
Somethin’ they cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama and pain me, Picasso
And Da Vinci are of similar grain
The reality I paint is vivid, wicked
Ingrained into the skull of every human
Who allows me to take
Them on a trip where the
Pictures aren’t perfectly framed
Crooked, cracked and maimed
Full of anger and rage
Spat on with graffiti, lit in fiery flames
From the mind of a human
Who is fuckin’ deranged
And goin’ down in history as
One of the greats and that’s a fact
And to think this all came from an epiphany
Overnight janitor to poet to songs to moments
And now, finally, symphonies, it’s Dax
Fuckin’ up everybody who put me in a category
Thinkin’ I was never gonna make it
If we talkin’ ’bout the lyrics or the
Cadence or the meanin’ of the songs
There’s not another approachin’ what
I’ve been makin’ i’ve been sittin’, waitin’
Innovatin’, I’m patient, i’m waitin’ to bust
Deliberatin’ on what I should come
And beat in the cut
People say that they better
They better never endeavor
Or even sever the lever to try to get a go
Get a second amendment
Aggressive in every direction
Spit venom, there’s no defendin’
I’ll tell I’m independent
Pennin’ with vengeance
The time on attention is iridescent
And shinin’ like the brighter luminescent
And I’m tired of lululemon
Retention, first go, second-guessin’
They get to bendin’ like back on my Dax
Kickin’ the definition
Of bods, and riddin’ the fold, hawks
And pick us up with the claws
And grippin’ with the intention of deficit
And disorder like ADD
Kinda sorta and I soda-popped
Don’t mean cola, a Star War don’t mean Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There’s more to roll-a by Motorola
I’m in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck, fuck! Minnesota
What are we at? What are we at, bro?
Twenty minutes, man ha, for real?
For real, bro heh, heh, oh, alright, well
Let’s try one that’s an hour, heh