Still D.R.E. (Remix)

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