I'm doing surgery handling these Precision cuts with hand speeds That could make your whole heart skip a half-beat My rhythm-flows in advance schemes To keep it vain vein, music's circulating inside Is what the man bleeds (demand bleeds) I'm in emergence-see (emergency) With pro-tools, I've been able-to-make-a-ton (Ableton) Of logic and slice through To your mainstream, the vessel I am's autoimmune To popping under pressure of speaking ugly truths What you thought it was? I'm the rap game preacher It only takes a couple seconds to disperse this ether I stay current with the wave Sound-off when the speaker misleads youth with their speech Cause at-most-I-fear (atmosphere) Being responsible for Sun's sons who don't ever rise Can't be no star if your presence never sheds light No wait weight to see the gravity of what I makes right On the runway taking off here in plain plane sight Flying through every remix once, I jet like a g-6 My hand-cocks (Hancock) the lever to go and I will-smith Every word on the pads-they-lock my key fits Opens doors, rocks boats, till the industry's sea-sick My music's a (pre-fix) I am (I'm) not of the times (I'm) possible to mimic and not for (I'm) mature minds, (I'm) peccable (I'm) partial to rivals 'Cause I am (I'm) balanced and all my skills help me survive In this microwave era, cooking like Betty Crocker They're slurring words like Joe Biden on Teleprompters I sing and rap, just went platinum in two genres My wings-pan (wingspan) My reach longer then Wembanyama's Somebody call the doctor of this plane never-land (s) This negro's crashing-out my life's a movie I duck-em like Donald, they can't trump me to fondle My life savings away just to lay with a dumb groupie If I'm goofy, show me what's cool I guarantee you it's probably people acting the fool Social media misled and got you confused To equate power and impact with a whole lot of views That's why I don't call myself famous, that shits played out My middle fingers pointed at the Hollywood sign I stay ahead, kept my foot on their neck Slapped them with my third leg That's why they say they can't stomach the rhymes Shoulder the burden or real-eyes (realize) My brains working in real time And I ain't playing a character never wore disguise Speaking with alcohol, call it ad-vice But luckily for you guys, this isn't one of those times I'm pinpoint precise, pointing out all the lies The smoke and mirrors they used to create criminal-minds Program the youth remote-control a divide Watch it all on repeat, we currently season 9 Dax being underrated? Probably the biggest crime 'Cause I'm serving-life tips in certified hits My music discography is like therapy with a mix Of the greatest poets, and rappers, and musicians to ever exist Independently funded, fundamentally sound The way that I kick rhymes flip words, my music has no bounds I know it's a trend to hate on me now, so I'm keeping all the receipts Until karma comes back around, it's Dax
