The Next Episode (remix) (feat. Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg)

I'm doing surgery handling these
Precision cuts with hand speeds
That could make your whole heart skip a half-beat
My rhythm-flows in advance schemes
To keep it vain vein, music's circulating inside
Is what the man bleeds (demand bleeds)
I'm in emergence-see (emergency)
With pro-tools, I've been able-to-make-a-ton (Ableton)
Of logic and slice through
To your mainstream, the vessel I am's autoimmune
To popping under pressure of speaking ugly truths
What you thought it was?
I'm the rap game preacher
It only takes a couple seconds to disperse this ether
I stay current with the wave
Sound-off when the speaker misleads youth with their speech
Cause at-most-I-fear (atmosphere)
Being responsible for Sun's sons who don't ever rise
Can't be no star if your presence never sheds light
No wait weight to see the gravity of what I makes right
On the runway taking off here in plain plane sight
Flying through every remix once, I jet like a g-6
My hand-cocks (Hancock) the lever to go and I will-smith
Every word on the pads-they-lock my key fits
Opens doors, rocks boats, till the industry's sea-sick
My music's a (pre-fix) I am (I'm) not of the times
(I'm) possible to mimic and not for (I'm) mature minds, (I'm) peccable (I'm) partial to rivals
'Cause I am (I'm) balanced and all my skills help me survive
In this microwave era, cooking like Betty Crocker
They're slurring words like Joe Biden on Teleprompters
I sing and rap, just went platinum in two genres
My wings-pan (wingspan)
My reach longer then Wembanyama's
Somebody call the doctor of this plane never-land (s)
This negro's crashing-out my life's a movie
I duck-em like Donald, they can't trump me to fondle
My life savings away just to lay with a dumb groupie
If I'm goofy, show me what's cool
I guarantee you it's probably people acting the fool
Social media misled and got you confused
To equate power and impact with a whole lot of views
That's why I don't call myself famous, that shits played out
My middle fingers pointed at the Hollywood sign
I stay ahead, kept my foot on their neck
Slapped them with my third leg
That's why they say they can't stomach the rhymes
Shoulder the burden or real-eyes (realize)
My brains working in real time
And I ain't playing a character never wore disguise
Speaking with alcohol, call it ad-vice
But luckily for you guys, this isn't one of those times
I'm pinpoint precise, pointing out all the lies
The smoke and mirrors they used to create criminal-minds
Program the youth remote-control a divide
Watch it all on repeat, we currently season 9
Dax being underrated? Probably the biggest crime
'Cause I'm serving-life tips in certified hits
My music discography is like therapy with a mix
Of the greatest poets, and rappers, and musicians to ever exist
Independently funded, fundamentally sound
The way that I kick rhymes flip words, my music has no bounds
I know it's a trend to hate on me now, so I'm keeping all the receipts
Until karma comes back around, it's Dax