“Still D.R.E.” Remix Lyrics – Dax, Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg

“Still D.R.E.” Remix lyrics by Dax, Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg is the latest English song. “Still D.R.E.” Remix Lyrics were written by Dax while music is given by Dax.

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“Still D.R.E.” Remix Lyrics

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 cuz 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

Its dax
F*ck 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 tracks
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 cuz 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 to the head and I pass out and I wake up on the f*cking 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 b*tch 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 couldn’t last a f*cking 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 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 if u 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 ram(s)adan (rams it down) your throat to ya abdomen
You squares only plant seeds when in madison
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 me you gon christianity
[I’m no saint-but-im-melo-like-anthony-and-ball]
In a space where my sanity tip toes up a hill called calvary
Where the people preach and blas-phe-me so I’ve mastered peace
Cuz 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 a 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

It’s dax

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