Still D.R.E

Yeah, mental gymnastics, I'm makin' these words flip
Yo' vert a brake when I open and slip the disk
Chiropractically not made to withstand the force of my hits
So when they breakin' down the bars they think I ain't sayin' 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, climbin' up a mountain
I'm due for some Barq if these niggas tryna bite (woof)
Coked up thinkin' that I need to take lines
You gotta D on the test 'cause you're 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 somethin' 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 runnin' game smokin' track like a black 'n' mile
And pickin' up this generation callin' 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 somethin' that I see, I direct it
Then go to war with the person that I see in reflections

Still breakin' every bracket, my Cheddar Bob weaves taxes like I'm B-Rabbit
Poppin' Docs, writin' 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 playin' tug of war
On the edge fallin' 'til I grab a bottle, take it to the head and I pass out, and I wake up on the fuckin' floor
You don't fuckin' know the struggle, yeah, shot after shot, thought after thought, yeah
Schizophrenic tendencies while grabbin' on a mop
Overnight cleanin' scrubbin' on the same damn spot

Uh, prayin' for a miracle while lookin' up to God
Then rememberin' your broke ass still on the clock
And that 7.25 that you paid ain't enough for a lawyer for the bitch who just called the cop
That type of a struggle, that type of grind, that type of hustle
You couldn't do it, I can see it in your eyes
You couldn't last a fuckin' 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 the algorithm sees but is constantly tryna suppress
Now let's take 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, huh

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 classic
This game is a race I'm parked in the field with dinosaurs, Jurassic
Their fossils fuel my gassin'
I'm geologically dripped in this historical fashion
It's in my bones and structurally built into my rappin'

So when you hear me snappin' just know it woulda never happen
Without pioneers like Kurtis Blow, Ice-T, Rakeem, Run DMC, Jay, Nas, EPMD, Ice Cube, LL and Eazy-E
2Pac, 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 rams it down your throat to your 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 15th century
To cross me you gon' need Christianity
I'm no saint, but I'm Melo like Anthony and ball
In a space where my sanity
Tiptoes up a hill called Calvary where the people preach and blast for me

So I've mastered peace
'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 name's Daniel, my critical friend

The story told is just beginnin' 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 motherfuckin' hater throwin' backhand compliments
Still killin' instrumentals, I'm instrumental
This period's defined and cyclin' through menstruals
Bleedin' on tracks with the half-sharpened pencil
So I had to 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 your mental, it's Dax