-DX-
12-04-07, 07:17 PM
Got talent and tenacity, will take on any competitor
N**gas on my d*ck, similar to the senator
Speak the truth when I spit, thats how I've gotten great
Your rhymes are hard to understand like Bin Laden tapes
Got high expectations, but I be toppin them all
DX and success go together like shoppin and mall
Or hard work and glory and blood and pain
Im like the shot clock, homie, im above the game
New rappers dont care 'bout rap, just simply dough man
Let fame get the best of em, like Lindsay Lohan
The rap santa claus, except I bestow rhymes
You spit foul music, sendin me to the free throw line
There he go lyin, bout his fake cars and ice
Success comes from a fake image, not cause his bars are nice
Rappers desperate to maintain there reputation
Knowing that there careers are mundane without the decoration
Spit ill rhymes with little hesitation, not about what im making
But about education, and change in our nation
The world is mine for the takin, and I dont need no army
My bars are my bullets, so dont try 'n' disarm me
Im the don, trying to turn it up to a critical level
Raising hell with my rhymes, yea, the lyrical devil
You dont need Dickens, to see how a genius writes
So many punchlines, u gunna have to read this twice
Tryna cross me like Christ, but end up soundin pathetic
They say hip hop's dead, well you can call me a medic
Broke ni*gas with no credit, about to get evicted
He swore he'd only do it once, but now hes addicted
Stop the crimes and drugs, we need a new definition of cool
No more students bringin ammunition to school
I rather speak for my people, so I'll pass on the wealth
You across the hall, cause Im in a class by myself
N**gas on my d*ck, similar to the senator
Speak the truth when I spit, thats how I've gotten great
Your rhymes are hard to understand like Bin Laden tapes
Got high expectations, but I be toppin them all
DX and success go together like shoppin and mall
Or hard work and glory and blood and pain
Im like the shot clock, homie, im above the game
New rappers dont care 'bout rap, just simply dough man
Let fame get the best of em, like Lindsay Lohan
The rap santa claus, except I bestow rhymes
You spit foul music, sendin me to the free throw line
There he go lyin, bout his fake cars and ice
Success comes from a fake image, not cause his bars are nice
Rappers desperate to maintain there reputation
Knowing that there careers are mundane without the decoration
Spit ill rhymes with little hesitation, not about what im making
But about education, and change in our nation
The world is mine for the takin, and I dont need no army
My bars are my bullets, so dont try 'n' disarm me
Im the don, trying to turn it up to a critical level
Raising hell with my rhymes, yea, the lyrical devil
You dont need Dickens, to see how a genius writes
So many punchlines, u gunna have to read this twice
Tryna cross me like Christ, but end up soundin pathetic
They say hip hop's dead, well you can call me a medic
Broke ni*gas with no credit, about to get evicted
He swore he'd only do it once, but now hes addicted
Stop the crimes and drugs, we need a new definition of cool
No more students bringin ammunition to school
I rather speak for my people, so I'll pass on the wealth
You across the hall, cause Im in a class by myself