Video Still Dre Remix Feat Snoop Dogg de Dax 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Dax - Still Dre Remix Feat Snoop Dogg 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 '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