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Along the lines of southern Laos
NVA, focused on guerilla warfare
With countless tons of ammunition
Thrown straight into combat

Moving vehicles and manpower
This supply route reigns supreme
Fueled by something worth fighting for
A solid way to avoid a plain defeat

Determined to strike it down
But the trail is always shifting
Maintenance during the day and night
Tireless work force is unleashed

Carpet bombing on a daily basis
B-52s sweep the sky
The US air force, throttle set on full
Fulfilling a task which seems pointless

The origins are from a previous struggle
Baptized in battle
During the First Indochina War

First-rate engineering by VC
The group 559 assigned
Perfected all the concealment
Paved roads and vast bunker networks

"Build roads to advance, fight the enemy to travel"

Soviet supplies are in a firm use
Anti-aircraft defenses set up to the task
While the South Vietnamese morale collapses
The trail is steadily upgraded

The public opinion in the States is in turmoil
And the vague truce is shattered
After the Tet Offensive
Westmoreland's army starts losing the hold
Cannot maintain warfare with the lack of funds

The tide had changed
Keep up the pressure and continue on building up
Pushing forward to end the conflict
It is time to force Saigon down to its knees

Moving vehicles and manpower
A solid way to avoid a plain defeat

With countless tons of ammunition
Thrown straight into combat
Carpet bombing on a daily basis
On the Ho Chi Minh Trail

Our children consume neurotoxic fumes, at a rate that we cannot calculate
Our children are told to pledge allegiance to the market and the state
Let's revolt against that corporate thunderbolt
Let's expropriate the resources that the robber barons own
The anarchists they have receded the empire has grown
And history is a mystery the future is unknown
The economic race is rigged but people are still gambling
People still vote on rulers politicians are still rambling
About hypothetical jobs I swear they will one day be created 
After a few dissident countries are conveniently invaded

The american dream is nonexistent, the american dream is for sale
The american dream is a hallucinogen the american dream is stale
The american dream is a phony friend, the american dream is your enemy
The american dream created a disease in order to sell you a violent remedy

We have traded morality for the illusion of luxury
We have traded an economy based on gifts and needs for wage labor and usury
We are living in the realm, of hungry ghosts
Politicians and bosses are parasites and we are their hosts
We are forced to supply our oppressors with their ammunition
While our families suffer from avoidable malnutrition
I just want to dodge avoidable pain
And I want extra armor for my brain
Because this bulletproof vest and this helmet is not going to protect me from the American Empire
The market gave you a wallet just to steal it from your pocket
Tomorrow we will try to repair yesterday's flat tire

Because 

The american dream is nonexistent, the american dream is for sale
The american dream is a hallucinogen the american dream is stale
The american dream is a phony friend, the american dream is your enemy
The american dream created a disease in order to sell you a violent remedy

I can care less bout a cnote
I do this for the people
It ain’t a Marvel movie but it’s good versus evil
They do it for the women and the green call em Shego
I do it for the Father Son Spirit three Amigo
Keep it real though you ain’t really trill my guy
And even if you were you ain’t made a Mill my guy
What you going to do when he open the seals my guy
Check Revelation that’s when it gets real
Hold up... wait
Y’all let Satan play these mind games got his hands clinched tight on your cerebellum
Meaning you’re controlled
You don’t have to raise the crime rate there’s a better to way to life
That’s all I’m tryna tell ya
So as I load this metaphorical clip
I get more ammunition when my fingers would filp
Through the 66 Lucy waiting on me to slip
But I got living water true definition of drip
I won’t get the popular vote
Can’t stop the assault
I’m out here tryna cop me a soul
All my dogs go to heaven is the ultimate goal
So beware of forbidden fruit word to Jermaine Cole
How can the Blind lead the blind
You act so hard but you’re really just benign
There’s way more to life than just showing off your nine
Like there’s way more to music than just the puttin together rhymes
They on their Shunda Rhymes
They got away with murder
Hung me up to the cross
But some never heard of
So I’m out here tryna educate the masses
Teachin classes
Gotta reach the folks that live in callabasses
Some say this is passive aggressive
Listen I’m teaching a message
I just need you to confess that Jesus was resurrected
I know I know yeah this a culture shock
But I had to let them know I’m lettin of my warning shot
They on their Shunda Rhymes
They got away with murder
Hung me up to the cross
But some never heard of
So I’m out here tryna educate the masses
Teachin classes
Gotta reach the folks that live in callabasses
Some say this is passive aggressive
Listen I’m teaching a message
I just need you to confess that Jesus was resurrected
I know I know yeah this a culture shock
But I had to let them know I’m lettin of my warning shot

So many personalities bursting outta me
I can't fight the feeling of this brutality, immorality
Actively flipping the switch, of the gravity, you try to battle me
And it's a tragedy, to see fall down on the ground, that's a fatality
Look around the battlefield, and nothing seems to appeal
The different ideals, of the man, who had a plan
To lend a helping hand that's buried in the sand, and he will understand
And then enhance under the circumstance
To switch the flow, at any moment, and he knows it, and he shows it
In fact it's better to be broken, and provide
Then be happy and be miserable on the side, I never lie, only lay the facts
And now I'm gonna spit lyrical, clinical, cynical shit
As a matter of fact, I'm climbing to the top of the pinnacle hit
Far from miss, only kill never slip, never die
Only ride, to supply, cry inside, let's go
Going incognito, ripping the flesh of my haters like it's my alter ego
Blowing up the game like I'm my own torpedo
With the fifty bodies in the attic
And I leave you in disbelief like you a fanatic I'm back at it (L-Let's go!)

Deep controlled breathing, involves filling the lungs to the maximum.
This technique goes by the names of belly or diaphragmatic breathing.

He began to consolidate interests and regulate the supply, and so, De Beers Consolidated Mines was born. There may have been some murders and kidnappings, but whatever.

I don't rap about the typical
My money or a bitch and if I ever do flex
I'm in the gym doin' lifts
I don't pack nothin' but six
My abs stay ripped
I'm like an ad lib, bitch, I stay in the mix
Every time I see a beat in my scope
It's a hit state of mind like a shooter
For the New York Knicks i'm the best
And if they ask Kawhi like the Clips
Tell 'em Dax got a glove with
The game in his grip
Throwin' counter punches, hooks
Metaphorically the shit
Like a potty mouth nigga with
A stank upper lip, and
This wasn't planned
I'm spittin' facts from a real-world scan
They cable, I'm streamin', they nice
But the difference, they can't
Do it on demand, i'm the man
B-b-bombin' on these beats if you
Tally up the bands
Got enough ammunition to supply the Taliban
Every bar is like a bullet, they go doo doo!
People try to Dodge
But they can't like a fuckin' caravan
Okay, now I'm warmed up, I can feel the sweat
The bars drip and turn complex
Hit the floor as I gas the beat
Then evaporate and condense
In a generation where common sense
Is not common sense
We need a real rapper, but when you say Nas
They think you mean Lil Nas X
And that's not a diss
I don't want to get canceled, YouTube
Don't take my channel don't copyright
'cause if you do I'll strike and beat at you
I'm sick and somethin' you can't handle
I'm solar like a panel
You can't desert me like a camel
I was built for this and
Somethin' they cannot dismantle
Man, this is appallin'
I bounce back like Spalding
I slide on these beats
My flows icy and my bars toboggans
If rap's a house
I'm home alone like Macaulay Culkin
And if you think you better, then
Rap about it and stop talkin', hot doggin'
I actually play basketball
I'm gettin' buckets if they ever
Say that Dax ballin'
I see them postin' who's the
Best hoop rap artist like I ain't led a
Whole goddamn college conference
This shit is wild
I see the posts and profiles
But commentin' negativity is not my style
I got a strap and I ain't talkin' 'bout a gun
It's a hoop term, dummy, go ahead
You can check my file
I been squeaky clean, see
I don't want to go to jail
But if I did, I know it'd triple all my sales
And that's the fucked up part about this life
Don't nobody wanna see you do good
'til you goin' through hell
And that's why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I'm 'bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart
And these people didn't appreciate it

I should've rapped about guns and violence
Or fuckin' bad bitches on an island
Or some drugs that I don't even take, heh
Then tell all the kids to try it
Man, what's it's gon' take to make it?

I'm illiberal and undemocratic
Because Democrats are
Halting the process of Crowism
And I'm not a
Supporter of democracy democrats
Cause inflation, Supply chain
Issues and a border
Crisis strict corporatism
Industrialization and militarism with
Big Government Conservative
Values!