KILLSHOT 2

Lexnour
Radical infliction
Way I rap is an addiction
Placing 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 killing off the image

Of a weak ass, punk ass, selfish ass
Rapper who ain't never gave a fuck about humanity
Every single nigga talking down on me has never put a second into treating any fan like they family
It's fucking 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 something different
Everybody's faking personalities and differing capacities
While lying just to elevate an image
Individuality is actually a fallacy
And niggas getting famous off these motherfucking gimmicks
Meanwhile, I'm broke 'cause I talk about the shit people need that'll actually make a motherfucking difference
So I'm finna pivot, revisit, rethink my whole image
Bend time and defy all the physics
Nigga this is mainstream rap that is consciously invisible
Indicative of ancient hieroglyphics
Nigga this is vivid, wicked, sick and prolific
My thoughts all belong in the clinic
Next to the doctors prescribing you pills
Who've been' saying you're sick when you're really just gifted
I was inspired by the greats, illuminated 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 niggas too late

So this is a killshot, killshot, killshot, killshot
Every motherfucker 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 nigga 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 nigga 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
Fucked 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 pussy, 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 nigga that's broke
Pussy lil' niggas 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 niggas saying 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 niggas mad livid, they addicted
I hit rodeo and get mad fitted, get mad liquid, I hit
Man fuck it, don't even try to say I ain't the best
I ain't phased by you niggas, got it tatted on my neck

So this a killshot, killshot, killshot, killshot
Every motherfucker 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 nigga 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?