Still D.R.E. (remix) (feat. Snoop Dogg)

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 (have me)

The first half is lyrical infused with insanity the second is the vocals and I do that uncanny

Unsigned hype

Climbing up a mountain-I'm-dew for some, barq-if-these-niggas-trynna-bite

Coked up thinking that I needa take lines

You gotta deoin (d on) the test 'cause you way past prime (deoin sanders)

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

Its Dax

Fuck you people trynna play me like I'm not in style

My greatest hits a double every album you compile

I'm running game smoking track like a black n' mile

And 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 Barcelona (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 s weaves taxes like I'm

B rabbit

Popping doc s writing word classics

My punchlines 8 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 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 yo broke ass still the clock

And that 7. 25 that you paid aint 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 lets it back

To historical rap when knowledge. Reigned. Supreme (krs) 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 way 2 live

Sugar hill and the gang with a piece of the pie ya toothache (too fake) if you aint 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 of never happen 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 ramadan (rams it down) your throat to ya abdomen

You squares only plant seeds when in madison (madison square garden)

My anglican (angle kid) belongs in the vatican I rome beats and Italy (I tally) more bodies than a priest in the 15th century to cross m e you gon christianity

I'm no saint-but-I'm-melo-like-anthony-and-ball (saint anthony, carmelo anthony, lamelo ball)

In a space where my sanity

Tip toes up a hill called calvary where the people preach and blas-phe-my

So I’ve mastered peace (master p, no limit)

'Cause there's no limit to their 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 names 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 motherf*cking hater throwing backhand compliments

Still killing instrumentals

I'm instrumental this periods defined and cycling through menstruals, bleeding on tracks with the half sharpened pencil so I

Bridge the gap and 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

Its Dax