THE NEXT RAP GOD 2 LYRICS DAXENGLISH SONGS / Leave a Comment / By Umesh Khade THE NEXT RAP GOD 2 LYRICS DAXTen minutes was the warmup, nigga, get in tune You wanna beef? Let’s meet, hit my Zoom I’m calling shots, you in the bleachers mournin’ every move I kill ’em with success, I’m up next like afternoon You niggas evenin’ the playing scale is 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 whole game straight confused You think you rapping with a God, you must be crazy, nigga One 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 shits 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 killings of these beats, I’m a veteran I came in the game like a soldier I could sun you like Barbosa Me and Nash playing 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unknown They don’t know where it’s comin’ from like phone calls with star 69 They say I say nothing, that I’m corny and outdated If I rapped in the ’90s, I’d probably be famous That the flow and the cadence is abrasive I be blackin’ out on beats, even niggas started calling me a racist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 driving 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 in the game still profitin’? It’s not supposed to happen, they cappin’ I’m a goddamn savage when rapping 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 birth place, 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 doing 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 Ever bar is like 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 cancelled YouTube, don’t take my channel Don’t copyright, ’cause if you do I’ll strike and be at you I’m sick and something you can’t handle I’m solar like a panel You can’t desert me like a camel I was built for this and something 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 played 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 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 going 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 its 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 hits, heh, I’m bulemic Shoutout to Drake—why? I stay scheming 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 can 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 talking bout the drug And you know it’s orange juice if they say a C-plus If you think I’m a fifty 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 can 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, skillNever mind, you won’t find no one like me I wishThat you would see 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 Asalamalakim, 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 savedI paved my way by scraping 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 smoking methamphetamine, yeah This here my destiny, yeah Pussy nigga, you an enemy Never was a friend to me Hundred different flows like a muthorfuckin’ centipede It’s Dax! My path is 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 snorting 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 spitting it mad fast, I ain’t gonna backtrack My flow’s in a hazmat, I’m fixin’ to blow Game in a back pack, 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 hating 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 vegatable 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 looking 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 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 okay-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 Hahahaha, 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 and 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 all you pricks pray I lose my shit while you sit at home and clap 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 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 shits 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 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 creditWell, well, well, actually I’ve got my I got my own money I’ve always been a big advocate for debitI 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 crawl Oh, maybe I’m getting 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 missing 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-killing these comics c-c-comin’ at me with cameras Don’t c-c-c-c-call me ‘less you calling Colin, you cappin’ I’m a c-c-c, c-c-chemist c-c-cookin’ everything You c-cook ’cause I’m 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 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 come 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 it 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 being passive Reach out and go grab it and make habits 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 its 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 weapon 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 flashdrive 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 can read the signs They don’t want music, they want songs that’ll get a whole generation lost So I stay back and push my little positive message Isolated in the game like a nosebleed section No awards or recognition, but my state of correction Facilitates the people chain 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, pen in these verses and eight The premonition I exude is of dystopian taste Characterized by world issues full of drama and pain Me, Picasso, and Da Vinci all have similar grade 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, huh And to think this all came from an epiphany Overnight janitor to poet to songs to moments And now, finally, to symphonies, it’s DaxFuckin’ 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 meaning of the songs There’s not another approach in 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 Pen it with vengeance, the time on addiction is iridescent And shinin’ like the brighter luminescent And I’m tired of doin’ lemon 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 sorted and I soda-popped Don’t mean colder, 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, hehTHE NEXT RAP GOD 2 OFFICIAL VIDEO
