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Dax – QUIET STORM (Remix)
Dax – QUIET STORM (Remix)

Rapper, singer, and composer Dax is from Canada and goes by the name Daniel Nwosu Jr. He became well-known on social media for his freestyle rap performances, which eventually inspired him to put out his own music. Personal challenges, mental health, and social difficulties are some of the subjects that frequently appear in Dax’s songs.

A remix of Dax’s previously released song “QUIET STORM” can be found on his new single, “QUIET STORM (Remix)”. The song, which was created by Lex Nour, highlights Dax’s lyrical talent and emotive performance. Although the featured artist’s name has not yet been revealed, the remix version includes a new verse by Dax as well as a guest appearance.

The musician creates a sound that is similar to a breath of fresh air by combining the explosive tempo and intensity of Afrobeats with the percussive and electronic vibes of Electronic Dance Music.

Ultimately, “QUIET STORM (Remix)” is a brand-new entry in Dax’s catalog and it highlights both his rapping and songwriting prowess. Hip-hop music lovers in general and fans of Dax may find this track to be worthwhile.

Listen and share your thought below:



A quiet storm is brewing inside of my mental
I see you critics speaking foolishly and honestly you must not got the memo
My name rings bells from the suburbs to the the ghetto ’cause the words that I echo
Ain’t riddled with the typical verbage or innuendoes
Tonight show’s hosted by me not Jay Leno
Y’all good with ya thumbs I’m a master with the pen though
So by the end of this I’ll have you switching like Nintendo
I’m reeking-havoc-in every dimension
I Mobb Deep with these lyrical weapons
A-prodigy-of paying homage legеnds
Never out of pocket chеck the jeans (genes) it’s in the genetics
Every word I spit is device of a style that’s poetic
Crafted overnight inside a mind where the chronic depression
Cripples thoughts till the tension cuts and seeps with intention making songs that everybody needs but refuses to mention
“This is that”
Hip hop shit
I do beats like Betty Crocker
I pop cons (popcorn) with this heat like Redenbacher
They microwave they flows mines benihana
“This is that”
Sh-sh-sh-shock ya
Terminate-a-flow (terminator) you can “G-G-G-Get the choppa”
My 16’s Chapel (sistine chapel) Michelangelo’s greatest
I’m spitting proper but they underrate the boi so I’m coming back even
I’m straight from the underground
I’ll never dumb it down
Anxiety on my chest about 100 pounds
Fuck a melody choking you with these lyrics having gasping for the oxy-cuz-gen-Z (oxygen/GEN-Z) been outta bounds
Go bout’ a 100 rounds
I never do slow down
They talking shit well that karma gon’ come right back around
Hit you like a verb-my-tense is past the speed of sound and everybody knows that Dax shit is world re-noun
Who else you know can come and fuck with the flow
I’m internationally known as the hottest spitter, the globe
Has ever seen since the time when this shit was actually dope and the
Fucking lyrical content was actually touching your soul
I’m not a prophet but profit of all the words that I’ve spoke
I speak on relevant issues currently plaguing the globe
So don’t compare me to people who fucking flex and showboat and flash their material wealth when I fucking know that their broke
This is the real, ye
Low down dirty, 28 pushing 30, a pussy could never jerk me
I keep preying (praying) on these beats no wonder they
Beg for mercy, stay dropping newark-like I’m living out there in Jersey
I be thinking out the box in every category Country music is easy, Hip-Hop labels me corny but when I Pop and Rock the stadiums they’ll adore me, say that they never hated and call it all history
I’ma soldier for God so I don’t ever contend
Fuck your awards and all your devilish trends
I’ve been myself ain’t never had to pretend
That I live a lifestyle way above you or the 90 percent
I whip a Honda my nigga ain’t fucking driving no Benz
Ain’t got no house in the hills or white picketed fence
And every dollar I get I take go reinvest, not scheming in these schemind elites, but right back in myself
This is that real rap, type to make you call your mama and go revisit all the pain from your childhood trauma
Not the type
That left rights ’bout some fake ass drama and then screams Black Lives Matter ’cause they vote Obama
Wearing Balenciaga while you sit inside your home contemplating spending rent on some gahdamn clothes
Impressing weak ass hoes who only goals is making OnlyFans and getting flown out to get they whole back blown
It’s fucking crazy out here man
Toxic fumes, trains derailed, UFO sightings we all consumed
Liberal news, conservatives views we get distracted while those in power jerk off and lead us all to our dooms
Dear God please, calm the civil unrest
Societies going crazy and everybodies depressed
The schools are doing to much
Our curriculums don’t connect
We confusing these little kids with these books about having sex
What’s next?
These mass shootings more common then 3 pointers from curry and he’s the best
Black people still crying and acting like were oppressed when we kill ourselves the most and we envy our own success
Everybody’s educated, but lacking the common sense
To see a 4 year degree equals 40 years in some debt
Bitches scream they independent but want a man with some money and if they get ’em expect him to come in and pay they rent
And if I sound angry fuck did you expect
28 years breathing in flagrant disrespect
28 years being the kid they wouldn’t accept
This quiet storm been brewing so watch what I do next

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