Round three, Fight! (Fight, Fight)
Let’s get it.
(Dax – Self proclaimed)
They was in the attic tryna get it cracking
We was in ya basement on ya playlist for like half the fraction
Money makin’ we was cakin’ cause of all the traction
Now they got me playin’ different places and I love the action.
Your reaction, fans clapping
Hear ’em whisper Dax’s savage
Got talent, not average
Real simple, all practice.
No Allen
All basket
When they see me slicing through these rappers
Big numbers, all traffic.
Pure magic
Disappear and then spin backwards
Make ’em believe before they see
So Catholic.
Can’t fathom
Black power is so tragic
Feed ’em all the madness and
I don’t care if it’s too graphic.
So panic, cause I’m spittin’ the truth
Confessions turn to lessons when I step in the booth
Conditioning black minds hooping tell them to shoot
A-A-U stole ’em and distracting the youth.
I got through, change me and I wasn’t the same
College hooping on a budget, they was selling my name
So I change it to Dax, funny how they react
When the name that you’re selling is no longer on your back.
And a fact, it’s a fact you can read the contract
I was let go, didn’t explode it’s a bomb threat
Didn’t fall far back, ready for combat
So bold how I finish absorbing the contact.
Now I rap, for reasons that are different than most
Not to flex for the ‘gram every time that I post
Not to flex with these bands that my company gross
But to stretch and demand that the country grows.
A different breed
Flow sick rappers still educating, what we need
Hold tight pa**es moving the ma**es, when he read
Stage three master tellin’ these children to believe.
Then receive everything that you dream
I am, no idol at most was a fan, the best now my rivals
Eating when you can is weak, I’m straight primal
Delete what you can, I’m here I went viral.
Best, that’s my title, Grab it
You silly rabbit
Hollywood can’t get to me man
I’m built to withstand fate cause I’m not plastic.
Hate cause I’m so maverick
Different type tactics
Dax is so cla**ic
2-Pac would back it.
Saw him in the dream he said here my son have it
(Pen in the Packet, Glints in the Glammy?)
Gripped and I grabbed then I started to imagine
Rocking the best fashion, livin’ in Knights’ mansion.
Woke up determined to chase what had just happened
One-Third the reason now that I’m here rappin’
Second is my fam providing what we lacking
Third is my god to speak and push pa**ion.
Round three, Fight! (Fight, Fighttt.)(self proclaimed)