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Still D.R.E. (Remix) Lyrics - Artist : Dax
Mental gymnastics I'm making these words flip
Your vert-a-braek when I open and slip the disk Chiropractically not made to withstand force of my hits So when they breaking down the bars they think I ain't saying shit This is mathematics, you can add me not subtract me I'm divisible by two if a label wanna half me The first half is lyrical infused with insanity The second is the vocals and I do that uncanny Unsigned hype, climbing up mountain I'm due for some bark if these niggas tryna bite Coked up, thinking that I needa take lines You gotta D on the test 'cause you way past prime That's a fail, practically an F And shoutout to that man, I'm a fan of success Relatability is me and something I respect So in that case NF will still pass the test, it's Dax Fuck you people tryna play me like I'm not in style My greatest hits a double every album you compile I'm running game smoking tracks like a black n' mile I'm picking up this generation, calling from a pocket dial They say that rap changed, wanna delete me But I cap space then enter to a whole new data page My bars alone-a span Spain And bring rap back to the classics and the lyricism golden age They know it's real, refuse to respect it I'm underrated but was chosen due to natural selection Competition isn't something that I see, I direct it Then go to war with the person that I see in reflections, still Breaking every bracket, my Cheddar Bob weaves taxes Like I'm B rabbit, popping docs, writing word classics My punchlines eight miles If they do not understand it, it's longer than they comprehension Not to mention my independency has been ignored If sold out gets applied to my name It's 'cause Dax the brand ain't available inside the stores And marked up due to an external mediary force You wanna hear some more, I got these demons In my head tryna pull me so I'm always playing tug of war On the edge falling till I grab a bottle, take it head And I pass out and I wake up on the fucking floor You don't fucking know the struggle Shot after shot, thought after thought Schizophrenic tendencies while grabbing on a mop Overnight cleaning scrubbing on the same damn spot Praying for a miracle while looking up to God Then remembering your broke ass still the clock And that $7.25 that you paid ain't enough for a lawyer For the bitch who just called the cops, that type of a struggle That type of grind, that type of hustle You couldn"t do it I can see it your eyes You wouldn't last a fucking day in my shoes And no way you would last a second in my mind But I digress, see you get bitter in this world When it shows you no respect, a cog in a wheel With a message that's the algorithm sees But is constantly trying to suppress Now let's it back to historical rap When knowledge reigned supreme and the back was packed KRS was on the ones and the twos was stacked With lyrical bomb threats that would boom and bap Grandmaster flash and the Furious Five Kool Herc and the crew, that was way 2 LIVE Sugar hill and the gang with a piece of the pie Your toothache if you ain't heard of a rappers delight You gotta move back, can't any erase the classics This game is a race, I'm parked in the field with Dinosaurs Jurassic, their fossils fuel my gassing I'm geologically dripped in this historical fashion It's in my bones and structurally built into my rapping So when you hear me snapping just know it would've never happened Without pioneers like Kurtis Blow, Ice T, Rakeem Run DMC Jay, Nas, EPMD, Ice Cube, LL and Eazy-E Tupac, Snoop Dogg and B.I.G Dre, Eminem, 50 and m-m-many men The aftermath is this The chronic destruction of beats from an African Who Ram(s)adan your throat to ya abdomen You squares only plant seeds when in Madison My Anglican belongs in the Vatican I Rome beats and I tally More bodies than a priest in the fifteen century To cross m e you gon' need Christianity I'm no saint but I'm 'Melo like Anthony and ball In a space where my sanity Tip toes up the hill called Calvary Where the people preach and blas-phe-my So I've mastered peace 'Cause there's no limit to they disrespect I'd be lion if I said I wasn't in the den That last verse is biblical If that don't make sense, my name's Daniel, my critical friend The story told is just beginning as I build suspense And craft my pen into a sword to cut through all this nonsense I pray you can discern between real, fake And a motherfucking hater throwing backhand compliments Still killing instrumentals, I'm instrumental This period's defined and cycling through menstruals Bleeding on tracks with the half sharpened pencil so I Bridge the gap, embrace it like dental Cut track at speeds so fast that the tempo Impacts at frequencies that crescendo Blow minds then fix and reassemble And penetrate straight through ya mental, it's Dax |
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