Self Proclaimed Songtext
von Dax

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 making, we was cakin, cause of all the traction
Now they got me playing' different places and I love the action

Girl reaction, fan clapping
Hear ′em whisper "dax savage"
Got talent, not average
Real simple, all practice

No allen
All basket
When they see me slicing through these rappers
Big numbers, all trafic

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 to graphic

So panic, cause im spittin' the thruth
Confession turn to lessons when I step in the booth
Conditioning and black minds hooping tell them to shoot
A-A-U stole ′em and distracting the youth

I got throught, 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 recieve 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

Thumb 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