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Eminem Rap God Remix – Dax


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Letra de Eminem Rap God Remix – Dax


I ain’t putting no one on a pedestal
I don’t beef when I meet with a beat I might spit but I promise I’m not homosexual
I got bars in a tandem they walk on a line with the literal and hypothetical
Niggas is snakes all the weed in the grass got it high on the low like it’s off of an edible
I’ve been speaking but people don’t notice
I’m Biden my time I might fuck around and change my handle to P.O.T.U.S
Bars united, the state of my mind is as big as Texas so they can’t even hold ’em
You gotta see what I’m spitting, it’s deep
If you sink I might save you by pulling a Moses and parting the water inside of your systеm creating the movemеnt that they call osmosis
I’m not a lyrical miracle
God couldn’t give you this skill if you prayed and had sex with bitch named Syllable
I bet that half of my dick is a quarter an inch over double the African typical
I got the skill of a veteran mixed with the mind of a serial criminal
That’s why my numbers are blowing but you think I suck when I spit and these legends pretend I’m invisible
I’m not even that cynical, I’m barely at my pinnacle
Don’t wanna rap fast but I know it’s hypocritical
You niggas pitiful if you think you’re fucking with me
It’s blaspheme, my rap skill is better
And my visuals can’t be beat, I’m better and I’m original
Double the skill of any individual, triple the speed and not even admissible, but very clickable, and non-traditional
I’m unpredictable and way too fucking analytical
I got computer parts inside my brain
I hit up Bill when I rap and he tells me he’s coming and then he opens up the gate
I’m not a monkey but bitch I’m a star and a king like Kong and Bathing Ape
If you got a problem with me the equation to solve it is “Dax equals great”
You don’t compute

Your music’s better on mute
I got the angle on you
Three-headed monster, my ranking is 90
You’re barely a 50, your angle’s acute
I got a star-spangled banner with rappers I’m better than, chilling inside of my room
They get more shine on a national level but couldn’t bear arms that I have moved
This isn’t confidence, this is practice
I’m bout to flex like lactic acid
And I don’t chase money or bitches but somehow they find me like I’m a fucking magnet, magnet, mag-mag-magnet
I bounce back like elastic
Every song I drop’s a fucking classic
I sow seeds that you can’t see success was woven in my fabric
From the basement to the attic
Independent, my illmatic flow is sick, I cannot cough cause if I do they might just catch it
Who you know do it better no matter the weather?
Who you know make it rain and make you get an umbrella
I suplex these bars and make them flip then full Nelson Mandela
I got a Triple Entente and a simile bomb, metaphorically
Teaching semesters to prove to you people I’ve mastered the art
And a PhD is what I’ve got to professor the next generation of rapper who’s level will need to be better in order to last in a space where you’re barely remembered unless you succumb to the pressure of acting a fool or just sayin’ whatever to garner you numbers and sell you some records while puttin’ in half of the effort than someone like me who they say isn’t shit but is one of the best ever
What they gonna say now
What they gonna say when I’m making moves like a greyhound
What they gonna do when the hanging on like a playground
So many bars they can’t even motherfucking break down-break down-break down
Ass up bitch, get ya face down, I will never motherfucking lay down
Say now, Dax is what they motherfucking play now
Music for the people that will never get played out
This is a breakdown

I ain’t beefin’ ’less I’m at a steakhouse
I move quick like I’m grabbing some takeout
All transactions are done through my PayPal, anyways
Back to the subject I’m throwing them up like it’s out of the stomach
I’m fisting the game, got my hand up your ass so it’s brown, I feel like I’m controlling a puppet
I’m at McDonald’s in Denver, I told them they should have assumed that I wanted some nuggets
They got some fries and a drink for the gang, so I banged on the window and told them to suck it
I’m out of control
I got booked for a murdered, the beat that I killed is what payed my parole
I don’t use gun bars unless I’m out and I need to reload
Then I explode and channel my aggression out to a remote location that you cannot reach without a boat and lots of patience you’re mistaken if you think I will not wrap you in some bacon and then feed you to a jewish celebration that I’m at because of someone I was dating
Do not play at my station the X in the box that I chose was for caucasian
I would of chose black but then there’s half the chance I would of got the job I need to make payments
I’m not playing P.S.5 of the last chicks I fucked were asian
I’m not China (trynna) do it but Taiwan (i want) to say that I’m not hating
Fuck I’m amazing I should play for Portland I’m trailblazing
I had a dream I rapped naked then cock slapped satan
I dread rap like I’m Jamaican
Sak passe to all my Hatians

I don’t jerk my chicken often I rice peas and get creative
I’m not overrated. I’m overhated
People call me corny ’cause I’m c-c-c-c-creative
You’re the opposite of what you do when you’re constipated
Then try to tell the people that I’m not in the conversation
Fuck all the awards and all the stupid nominations
I’ve about the show the definition of domination
I’m about to fuck it with the deadliest combination of rap sing
Mad ting, fast ting
Ain’t nobody fucking with me when I get to rapping
I am the definition of a nigga who’s smashing, everlasting (breath) gasping, attacking, adapting
This beat is like a tank that I’m gassing
They will never get the concepts I’m grasping
So they make jokes and starting laughing
And trashing and bashing chanting
While I’m constantly surpassing levels that I used to be on way back when
I felt like I was John Paxson back in MJ’s show Last Dance when splashing that shot fucking happened
I’m not human my constant improvements ’bout to start a revolution
I X-Men out of the equation like a mutant
If there’s better put our lyrics side by side and fucking prove it
Shoutout Eminem the way they treat me I just might lose it HAHAHAHAHA
I’m not superstitious, I’m spiritual, I’m not religious
I pray to God everytime that I murder a beat on my knees and I ask for forgivness
I’m bout to bale on you niggas like Christian, then Catholic all of you into submission then go to the church that I grew up in and talk to the deacon and ask why he touched all those children
You people see it but you don’t have vision
I’m not a piece you can put in position

I don’t play chess and I check’d-mate you hear but you do not listen
So many lines I’m about to go fishing
I’m cooking it up like it’s out of the kitchen
They call me a pussy I think that it’s funny because I just bought me a couple of kittens
They cannot compete there is no competition
I stay in the cut like a couple of stitches
I’m not a train on these beats like these rappers in Hollywood do to these video Vixens
I’m not stopping, I’ma do it often
Won’t fall or leaf (leave) like the trees in autumn
I’m winter cold so I got them coughing
They’ll scream my name like their at an auction
Don’t Jack my flow or I’ll get it poppin’
Then brush it off and get back to flossin’
My drip is real I don’t gotta fossit (force it)
I’m Michael Scott how I’m in the office, I’ll make you nauseous
This is not Tik-Tok rap, I don’t got time for that
I’m ahead that’s why they talk behind my back
That went over yours and right up your ass
Only person I can throw them at is No Life Shaq
I kill it, so much drip I got spillage
So many bars I could feed a village
I’m popping their eyes, I’m one of a kind
You can tell I eat my spinach

I’m setting a record will somebody pretty please call Guiness
I see red when I’m in my zone like it’s 4th and inches
Don’t blink you just might miss it
I am the best in this business
Get another person to do what I’ve done without no recognition
That’s no playlists or assistance from a major label system
Or the radio and zero time on any television
Go drink OJ and watch Simpsons I bet you won’t find a witness
What I got to do to get it through to you I’m motherfucking Dax and I’m motherfucking immovable
If anybodies better than put us inside a cubicle and let us rap it out and I promise I’ll make it beautiful
This shit is in my veins so I’m taking these pharmaceuticals
They need to lock me up ’cause I’m barring up like a juvenile
I’m about to get it poppin’ I’m never stoppin’ you better procede with caution
I’m rapping and paying homage and lyrically giving
I’m brutally fucking honest and everybody knows I spit
Fiery flames
I’m saying As-Salamu Alaykum to my Akhis in the middle of the east And my Habibis in the Himalayas
Better respect it when you motherfucking speak on my name
I’m ready burn down everything that tries to get in my way
I’m ready to turn up on the industry and fuck up the game
I’m fucking insane
And my name’s Dax and I’m a God so don’t use it in vein

I use to be a janitor…



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