"I'm Not Joyner Or Don Q (Tory Lanez Diss)" lyrics
Ain't 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
Yeah, yeah, huh
You said you was 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 preaching 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 playing checkers, I've been playing 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 ghostwriter calling 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
Listen
Tory Lanez you better stay in your lane
Stick to rapping 'bout the bitches, money, cars and cocaine
I ain't hating 'cause I know you putting food on your plate
But if you have no substance, you can't be great
You got bars little 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 sucking on toes
I'm J. Cole the way I diss niggas
Factual facts, factually fictionalizing what niggas say in their 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 help you grow
To be the best is more than similes, metaphors and flows
It's the ability to enter in a motherfucker's soul
And then repair it and release it to the motherfucking globe
Man, come on Tory
Why you lying to these niggas?
Why you claim you the best? What you hiding from these niggas?
Get that shit up off your chest and we'll still ride with you nigga
Boy, you better show respect, 'Pac died for you nigga
Yeah, in a different category, married to the game you now divorced and paying 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
Yeah, 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 bang 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 making 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 shit is surgical, uh
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
Changing lives I will live and outlast
But as soon you stop rapping, you're a thing of the past
Just another rapper waiting 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 too 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 is tactical, highly mathematical
Divided and subtracted you from thinking it was practical
To rap against a nigga who is versed and international
And studied in the arts of killing rappers who aren't rational
Yeah, so what you gon' say to 'Pac when I send you up to meet him up in heaven?
How you gon' explain that you claim you the best but ain't got nothing 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?
Every time 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 ones who paved the way
Fuck, huh
Man, that should be me
I'm the one who should be saying I'm the best
I'm the one rapping saving lives underpaid, who ain't even fucking worried 'bout a motherfucking 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
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
Yeah, yeah, huh
You said you was 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 preaching 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 playing checkers, I've been playing 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 ghostwriter calling 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
Listen
Tory Lanez you better stay in your lane
Stick to rapping 'bout the bitches, money, cars and cocaine
I ain't hating 'cause I know you putting food on your plate
But if you have no substance, you can't be great
You got bars little 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 sucking on toes
I'm J. Cole the way I diss niggas
Factual facts, factually fictionalizing what niggas say in their 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 help you grow
To be the best is more than similes, metaphors and flows
It's the ability to enter in a motherfucker's soul
And then repair it and release it to the motherfucking globe
Man, come on Tory
Why you lying to these niggas?
Why you claim you the best? What you hiding from these niggas?
Get that shit up off your chest and we'll still ride with you nigga
Boy, you better show respect, 'Pac died for you nigga
Yeah, in a different category, married to the game you now divorced and paying 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
Yeah, 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 bang 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 making 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 shit is surgical, uh
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
Changing lives I will live and outlast
But as soon you stop rapping, you're a thing of the past
Just another rapper waiting 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 too 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 is tactical, highly mathematical
Divided and subtracted you from thinking it was practical
To rap against a nigga who is versed and international
And studied in the arts of killing rappers who aren't rational
Yeah, so what you gon' say to 'Pac when I send you up to meet him up in heaven?
How you gon' explain that you claim you the best but ain't got nothing 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?
Every time 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 ones who paved the way
Fuck, huh
Man, that should be me
I'm the one who should be saying I'm the best
I'm the one rapping saving lives underpaid, who ain't even fucking worried 'bout a motherfucking 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
