Self Proclaimed
Round three fight, fight, fight!
Let's get it
They was in the attic tryna get it cracking
We was in the 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
Good 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 (breed)
Flow sick rappers still educating
What we need (need)
Hold tight passes moving the masses
When he read (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 classic
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 passion
Round three fight, fight, fight!
