Song: I’m Not Joyner Or Don Q (Tory Lanez Diss)
Singer/Band: Dax
Lyrics of I’m Not Joyner Or Don Q By Dax
[Intro]
Hey no hard feelings my nigga
We gon’ laugh about this one day
This was not murder, it was manslaughter
You brought it upon yourself
From yours truly
The next upcoming Canadian hip hop artist
Dax
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
You said you were the best my nigga, 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 nigga 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 a preacher, I am not a 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 your 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
[Verse 2]
Listen
Tory Lanez you better stay in your lane
Stick to rappin’ ’bout the bitches, money, cars and cocaine
I ain’t hatin’ ’cause I know you puttin’ food on the plate
But if you have no substance you can’t be great
You got bars lil’ nigga but they hold no weight
I move mountains with my shit make the whole world shake
I know you feel this shit in your soul
Word on the street Lil’ Tory love suckin’ on toes
I’m J-Cole the way I diss niggas
Factual facts factually fictionalizin’ what niggas say in they raps
I dissected every word that you had said in the past
And 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 fuckers soul
And than repair it and release it to the motherfuckin’ globe
[Verse 3]
Man come on Tory
Why you liyin’ to these niggas?
Why you claim you the best?
What you hidin’ from the niggas?
Get that shit up off your chest and we’ll still ride for you nigga
Boy, you better show respect Pac died for you nigga
In a different category married to game you now divorced and payin’ alimony
I am not a saint this is not a holy matrimony
I am not your peer I was made inside a laboratory
I’m from the same country this a 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
Fuck every girl and probably bag every bitch
Have niggas down to ride until the day you quit
Have girls sing along with you to all your shit
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 feastin’ 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 shit is surgical
To be the best you have to speak on more topics than your riches
I’m a rapper for the people, you a rapper for the bitches
Changin’ lives I will live and outlast
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 die and leave a legacy
Rap sing melodies my cadence straight heavenly
Rap game savior 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 watchin’ you die
Tory, this is tactical, highly mathematical
Divided and subtracted you from thinkin’ it was practical
To rap against a nigga who is versed and international
And studied in the arts of killin’ rappers who aren’t rational
So what you 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 your damn record
We don’t care ’bout cars
We don’t care ’bout clothes
We don’t care ’bout money
Tory Lanez nigga we don’t care ’bout none of that shit
You a prime example of a nigga who got it
On the outside but inside you still ain’t rich
We care ’bout impact
Nigga did you give back
Everytime you rap
Don’t nobody feel that
Nigga you a joke
To think that you can sit amongst the greats
All the ones who here now and the one who paved the way
Fuck
Man that should be me
I’m the one who should be sayin’ I’m the best
I’m the one rappin’ savin’ lives underpaid
Who ain’t even fuckin’ worried bout a motherfuckin’ check
It’s Dax
[Outro]
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
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