Dax – I’m Not Joyner Or Don Q (Tory Lanez Diss)

Lyrics “I’m Not Joyner Or Don Q” Tory Lanez Diss by Dax

Hey no hard feelings my n**ga
We gon’ laugh about this one day
This was not murder, it was manslaughter
You brought it upon yourself, and that’s true
The next upcoming Canadian hip hop artist, Dax

Yeah, yeah
You said you were the best my n**ga, what is the criteria
All of that’s subjective like the prices in Nigeria
How can you compare yourself to all of your superiors
A Jay, Kendrick, or Cole, my n**ga you inferior
All for social media, you preachin’ to the choir
I was summoned by the greats I’m here to force you to retire
I am not preacher, I am not teacher
I require only pens pencils and pads to burn you in this fire

This is not a game, you are playin’ checkers, I’ve been playin’ chess
You might be what’s on but I’m what’s up and I’m what’s on next
Prodigy, that’s why they had a ghost writer callin’ me
I kept it on the hush that’s a Canadian conglomarency
Honestly I was taught to play fair
I won’t make a joke about ya height or your new hair
I won’t talk about your sexuality I don’t care
Dream doll addressed it so I ain’t finna go there

Listen, Tory Lanez you better stay in your lane
Stick to rappin’ ’bout the b**ches, money, cars and c0caine
I hating ’cause I know you puttin’ food on the plate
But if you have no substance you can’t be great
You got bars lil’ n**ga but they hold no weight
I move mountains with my s**t make the whole world shake
I know you feel this s**t in your soul
Word on street Lil’ Tory love suckin’ on toes
I’m J-Cole the way I diss n**gas
Factual facts factually fictionalizin’ what n**gas say in they raps
I dissected every word that you had said in the past
I’m convinced the insecurity stems from a man who doesn’t know
So I will educate and I will you help you grow
To be the best is more than similes metaphors and flows
It’s the ability enter in a mother f**kers soul
And than repair it and release it to the motherf**kin’ globe

Man come on Tory
Why you liyin’ to these n**gas
Why you claim you the best
What you hidin’ from the n**gas
Get that s**t up off your chest and we’ll still ride for you n**ga
Boy, you better show respect, Pac died for you n**ga
In a different category married to game
You now divorced and payin’ alimony
I am not a saint this is not holy matrimony
I am not your peer I made inside a laboratory
I’m front the same country this is family feud
Ya, I love you like a son and I know Drake does too
The bloods thicker than the water so I’ll tell you the truth
You will never be the best, you are not that dude
But don’t worry you will still be rich
F**k every girl and probably bag every b**ch
Have n**gas down to ride until the day you quit
Have girls sing along with you to all your s**t

Now let me tell you why I’m qualified my quality is quantified
I’m greatness in the makin’ but it’s actually personified
A mammoth feasting through a rap game famine
Bars immigrated caught up like you 21 Savage
I am not the other people you battled I won’t get personal
I rap and sing just like you but it’s purposeful
Don Q let you live Joyner murdered you
I cut you up limb by limb this s**t is surgical
To be the best you have to speak on more topics than your riches
I’m a rapper for the people your a rapper for the b**ches
Changin’ lives I will live and outlast versuri.online
But as soon you stop rappin’ you’re a thing of the past
Just another rapper waitin’ on a check from a entity
You’ll die and be forgotten I will and leave a legacy
Rap sing melodies my cadence straight heavenly
Rap game savoir you infect it I’m the remedy

This out of reach I set the bar high
Vertically challenged you won’t reach it even if you reply
I got a fetish for dead bodies I’ll eat you alive
Take your heart drink your blood while I’m watching you die
Tory this tactical highly mathematical
Divided and subtracted you from thinkin’ it was practical
To rap against a n**ga who is versed and international
And studied in the arts of killin’ rappers who aren’t rational

So watcha gon’ say to Pac
When I send you up to meet ’em up in heaven
How you gon’ explain that you claim you the best
But ain’t got nothin’ to show for it on ya damn record
We don’t care ’bout cars
We don’t care ’bout clothes
We don’t care ’bout money
Tory Lanez n**ga we don’t care ’bout none of that s**t
You prime example of a n**ga who got it
On the outside but inside they still ain’t rich
We care ’bout impact, n**ga did you give back
Everytime you rap, don’t nobody feel that
N**ga you a joke to think that you can sit among the greats
All the ones who here now and the one who paved the way, f**k
Man that should be me
I’m the one who should be sayin’ I’m the best
I’m the one rapping savin’ lives underpaid
Who ain’t even f**king worried bout a motherf**kin’ check
It’s Dax

Dear Tory Lanez
I love you dog
We from the same country
I didn’t mean to do this to you
But you asked for it
And Dax always delivers
This is a sport, it’s your move…

➤ Written by Dax
Dax 2019

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