
Forgot About Dre (Remix) Dax
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[Verse 1]
How you acting like you've never even heard of me
When every beat I touch I’m doing surgery
I could rap for eternity
Niggas gotta refer to me
Built it up independent
Was never part of a nursery (Ha!)
And every time I ever met some adversity
I was never one to run and I currently, had it occur to me
That every single bit of deterrеnce
Is the reason that I’m ablе to murder beats
I’m not even in the category with niggas you place me with
My beat cuts a give ya' face-a-lift
I see niggas clicking up to erase the kid
Just so they can try to go and copy-paste the shit
I remember days back in the basement
They tried to box me in, I got the shape-to-shift
Now I race every track, every base I hit
Flares drums so fast that I lace my kicks
I remember in those days rapping while eating ramen and OJ
Couldn't even afford me a gold chain
I was in no way, ready to go play
Then I found Dax and I made it my code name
Now everybody speaking on me they wanna throw shade
I don’t got time chit-chatting with no names
I’m in my own lane
Looking out both ways
Try to swerve in, I'ma hit you with road rage (Ha!)
Y’all know me
The most underrated, the most hated
The one hip hop tries to say is
Not shit like it's constipated
Kill beats is the occupation
So every single time I get a shot, I take it
Aim and face it, one way straight at the matrix, independent Backed by myself so Satan locks jaws every time I'm baking
The awful guy
The one that they falsify
The one they cannot try to modify
The one who receives every awkward eye, 'cause his style isn’t one they can multiply
In a league of my own, I won’t compromise
The cost of my peace is the cost of mind
To conquer mine these rap game concubines
Tried to say my soul was the cost to sign (Ha!)
So I stick to myself 'cause the flow is essential inside of a drought
Depression and pain are effects of the game but they numb to the sound of sold-out crowd
I reach for their hands as they wave
And the tide of the praise is enough
That I know I could drown in a sea of deceit
That in turn is the key to green that these sheep all rapping about (Ha!)
Then I log on and see people tweet that don’t nobody bump my shit
Dumb fucks sucking mainstream dick, last month I did 300k off this bitch
Came in the game 22 off rip
Earned every dollar, every cent
Then crafted the skills that compared to greats in the biz by the time I was 26
A lyrical misfit, twisted, braggadocios and gifted
In an era full of tricks and gimmicks
So consistent, they hate and ignore the vision
And oppose so the youth-a-miss him
Fuck statistics, I cut through the noise and difference
And my style cannot be mimicked
The energy shift is electric
The voltage in it, strikes down and shocks ya' system (Ha!)
How you acting like you've never even heard of me
When every beat I touch I’m doing surgery
I could rap for eternity
Niggas gotta refer to me
Built it up independent
Was never part of a nursery (Ha!)
And every time I ever met some adversity
I was never one to run and I currently, had it occur to me
That every single bit of deterrеnce
Is the reason that I’m ablе to murder beats
I’m not even in the category with niggas you place me with
My beat cuts a give ya' face-a-lift
I see niggas clicking up to erase the kid
Just so they can try to go and copy-paste the shit
I remember days back in the basement
They tried to box me in, I got the shape-to-shift
Now I race every track, every base I hit
Flares drums so fast that I lace my kicks
I remember in those days rapping while eating ramen and OJ
Couldn't even afford me a gold chain
I was in no way, ready to go play
Then I found Dax and I made it my code name
Now everybody speaking on me they wanna throw shade
I don’t got time chit-chatting with no names
I’m in my own lane
Looking out both ways
Try to swerve in, I'ma hit you with road rage (Ha!)
Y’all know me
The most underrated, the most hated
The one hip hop tries to say is
Not shit like it's constipated
Kill beats is the occupation
So every single time I get a shot, I take it
Aim and face it, one way straight at the matrix, independent Backed by myself so Satan locks jaws every time I'm baking
The awful guy
The one that they falsify
The one they cannot try to modify
The one who receives every awkward eye, 'cause his style isn’t one they can multiply
In a league of my own, I won’t compromise
The cost of my peace is the cost of mind
To conquer mine these rap game concubines
Tried to say my soul was the cost to sign (Ha!)
So I stick to myself 'cause the flow is essential inside of a drought
Depression and pain are effects of the game but they numb to the sound of sold-out crowd
I reach for their hands as they wave
And the tide of the praise is enough
That I know I could drown in a sea of deceit
That in turn is the key to green that these sheep all rapping about (Ha!)
Then I log on and see people tweet that don’t nobody bump my shit
Dumb fucks sucking mainstream dick, last month I did 300k off this bitch
Came in the game 22 off rip
Earned every dollar, every cent
Then crafted the skills that compared to greats in the biz by the time I was 26
A lyrical misfit, twisted, braggadocios and gifted
In an era full of tricks and gimmicks
So consistent, they hate and ignore the vision
And oppose so the youth-a-miss him
Fuck statistics, I cut through the noise and difference
And my style cannot be mimicked
The energy shift is electric
The voltage in it, strikes down and shocks ya' system (Ha!)
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