KILLSHOT 2 - DAX

Lexnour

Radical infliction

Way I rap is an addiction

Placin' words onto this paper

Was a tactical decision

I was chosen by the Gods

To merge the worlds and heal the children

While maintaining my humility

And killin' off the image

Of a weak ass, punk ass‚ selfish ass

Rapper who ain’t never gave a fuck about humanity

Every single nigga talkin' down on me has never put a second into treating any

fan like they family

It’s fucking up my sanity

Niggas even had the audacity to speak on me and said I didn’t defy gravity

Merge two galaxies‚ could crack the whole code and turn the mainstream niggas

into…

It’s Dax

This rap shit is a religion

You get hated if you do somethin' different

Everybody’s faking personalities and differing capacities

While Iying just to elevate an image

Individuality is actually a fallacy

And niggas gettin' famous off these motherfuckin' gimmicks

Meanwhile‚ I’m broke 'cause I talk about the shit people need that’ll actually

make a motherfuckin' difference

So I’m finna pivot, revisit, rethink my whole image

Bend time and defy all the physics

Nigga this is mainstream rap that is consciously invisible

Indicative of ancient hieroglyphics

Nigga this is vivid‚ wicked, sick and prolific

My thoughts all belong in the clinic

Next to the doctors prescribing you pills

Who’ve been' sayin' you’re sick when you’re really just gifted

I was inspired by the greats, illuminated by the hate

I understand what is real and I can smell what is fake

I cut the grass in my city when they said I wouldn’t make it

Just to witness their reactions and to see all of the snakes

I bend‚ don’t break, I’m 9.8

On the Richter, I can make the earth quake

My wrist’s frozen, that’s frosted, no flakes

That’s great, go back, nah niggas too late

So this is a killshot, killshot, killshot, killshot

Every motherfucker gon' die

I can rap circles 'round the whole rap industry

With two closed eyes, both hands hog tied

I can turn a fat bitch skinny

A broke nigga rich

And give sight to a man that’s blind

Meanwhile, ask the most important question in the world

Are you dying to live, or you living to die?

God worked for six days and took a break on the seventh

I added five more to it and still worked the eleventh

Adam and Eve taught a nigga like me not to trust no bitch 'cause she might

trick me right out of heaven

I had dinner with the devil, went to lunch with a reverend

Fucked a stripper in an alley then I took her to breakfast

Just to prove I was a savage and to show my ex bitch I ain’t a pussy,

hell yeah I had to teach her a lesson

Realistically

It’s about eight months till' your boy finna blow

I just got off tour like 55 shows

Come fall I’m about to do 55 more

And typically

I don’t ever reply to a nigga that’s broke

Pussy lil' niggas you don’t want smoke

If you didn’t know then now you know

Uh, facts with it, I’m mad gifted

I’m going back to back, back with it, you half witted

You niggas sayin' I ain’t mad wicked, you mad twisted

I’m rapping words, I make em' mad vivid, just admit it

I got a bunch of niggas mad livid, they addicted

I hit rodeo and get mad fitted, get mad liquid, I hit-

Man fuck it, don’t even try to say I ain’t the best

I ain’t phased by you niggas, got it tatted on my neck

So this a killshot, killshot, killshot, killshot

Every motherfucker gon' die

I can rap circles 'round the whole rap industry

With two closed eyes, both hands hog tied

I can turn a fat bitch skinny

A broke nigga rich

And give sight to a man that’s blind

Meanwhile, ask the most important question in the world

Are you dying to live, or you living to die?

Or you living to die?

Or you living to die?