QUIET STORM REMIX - Dax

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 legends

Never out of pocket, check the jeans 'cause 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-Ηop shit, I do beats like Betty Crocker

I pop cons with this heat like Redenbacher

They microwave they flows, mine's benihana

This is that real, 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

Fuck 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 shit 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 shit is world re-noun

Who else you know can come and fuck with the flow

I'm internationally known as the hottest spitter, the globe

Has ever seen since the time when this shit was actually dope

And the fucking 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 fucking flex and showboat

And flash their material wealth when I fucking know that they're broke

This is the real, yeah

Low down dirty, 28 pushing 30

A pussy 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 his story

I'm a soldier for God so I don’t ever contend, huh

Fuck 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 nigga ain’t fucking 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 gahdamn clothes

Impressing weak ass hoes who only goals is making OnlyFans and getting flown out to get they whole back blown

It's fucking crazy out here, man

Toxic fumes, trains derailed, UFO sightings, we're all consumed

Liberal news, conservative 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 everybody's depressed

The schools are doing to much, our curriculums don’t connect

We confusing these little kids with these books about having sex, fuck

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 kill 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

Bitches 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 fuck 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