作曲 : Alex Nour/Daniel Nwosu
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 **** about humanity
Every single nigga talkin' down on me has never
Put a second into treating any fan like they family
It's ****ing 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 bitchs gettin' famous off these mother****in' gimmicks
Meanwhile?
I'm broke 'cause I talk about
The shit people need that'll actually
Make a mother****in' difference
So I'm finna pivot, revisit, rethink my whole image
Bend time and defy all the physics
Bitch this is mainstream rap that is consciously invisible
Indicative of ancient hieroglyphics
Bitch 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, illu****ted 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 bitchs too late
So this is a killshot, killshot, killshot, killshot
Every mother****er 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 bitch 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 bitch 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
****ed 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 bitch,
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 bitch that's broke
Bitch lil' bitchs 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 bitchs 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 bitchs mad livid, they addicted
I hit rodeo and get mad fitted, get mad liquid, I hit-
Man **** it, don't even try to say I ain't the best
I ain't phased by you bitchs, got it tatted on my neck
So this a killshot, killshot, killshot, killshot
Every mother****er 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 bitch 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?