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dax - quiet storm remix lyrics

[verse]
a quiet storm is brewing inside of my mental
i see you critics speaking foolishly and honestly you must not got the memo
my name rings bells from the suburbs to the the ghetto ’cause the words that i echo
ain’t riddled with the typical verbage or innuendoes
tonight show’s hosted by me, not jay leno
y’all good with ya thumbs, i’m a master with the pen though
so by the end of this, i’ll have you switching like nintendo
i’m reeking havoc in every dimension
i mobb deep with these lyrical weapons
a prodigy of paying homage to legеnds
never out of pocket, chеck the jeans it’s in the genetics
every word i spit is device of a style that’s poetic
crafted overnight inside a mind where the chronic depression
cripples thoughts till the tension cuts and seeps with intention making songs that everybody needs but refuses to mention
this is that, hip hop sh+t
i do beats like betty crocker
i pop cons with this heat like redenbacher
they microwave they flows mines benihana
this is that, sh+sh+shock ya
terminate a flow you can g+g+g+get the choppa
my 16’s chapel, michelangelo’s greatest
i’m spitting proper but they underrate the boy so i’m coming back even harder
i’m straight from the underground
i’ll never dumb it down
anxiety on my chest about 100 pounds
f+ck a melody choking you with these lyrics have you gasping for the oxy ’cause gen+z been outta bounds
go bout’ a 100 rounds
i never do slow down
they talking sh+t well that karma gon’ come right back around
hit you like a verb my tense is past the speed of sound
and everybody knows that dax sh+t is world re+noun
who else you know can come and f+ck with the flow
i’m internationally known as the hottest spitter, the globe
has ever seen since the time when this sh+t was actually dope
and the f+cking lyrical content was actually touching your soul
i’m not a prophet but profit of all the words that i’ve spoke
i speak on relevant issues currently plaguing the globe
so don’t compare me to people who f+cking flex and showboat and flash their material wealth when i f+cking know that they’re broke
this is the real, yeah
low down dirty, 28 pushing 30, a p+ssy could never jerk me
i keep preying on these beats, no wonder they beg for mercy
stay dropping newark like i’m living out there in jersey
i be thinking out the box in every category
country music is easy, hip+hop labels me corny
but when i pop and rock, the stadiums they’ll adore me
say that they never hated and call it all history
i’ma soldier for god so i don’t ever contend, huh
f+ck your awards and all your devilish trends, huh
i’ve been myself ain’t never had to pretend
that i live a lifestyle way above you or the 90 percent
i whip a honda my n+gga ain’t f+cking driving no benz
ain’t got no house in the hills or white picketed fence
and every dollar i get, i take go reinvest
not in these scheming elites, but right back in myself
this is that real rap, type to make you call your mama
and go revisit all your pain from your childhood trauma
not the type that left rights ’bout some fake ass drama
then screams black lives matter ’cause they vote obama
wearing balenciaga while you sit inside your home contemplating spending rent on some gahd+mn clothes
impressing weak ass hoes who only goals is making onlyfans and getting flown out to get they whole back blown
it’s f+cking crazy out here man
toxic fumes, trains derailed, ufo sightings we all consumed
liberal news, conservatives views we get distracted while those in power jerk off and lead us all to our dooms
dear god please, calm the civil unrest
societies going crazy and everybodies depressed
the schools are doing to much, our curriculums don’t connect
we confusing these little kids with these books about having s+x, f+ck
what’s next?
these mass shootings more common then 3 pointers from curry and he’s the best
black people still crying and acting like were oppressed
when we k!ll ourselves the most and we envy our own success
everybody’s educated, but lacking the common sense
to see a 4 year degree equals 40 years in some debt
b+tches scream they independent but want a man with some money and if they get ’em expect him to come in and pay they rent
and if i sound angry f+ck did you expect
28 years breathing in flagrant disrespect
28 years being the kid they wouldn’t accept
the quiet storm been brewing so watch what i do next

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