Split Personality

Yeah, I'm just sittin' in the lab, I'm
My name is Dr dre, and
I want all you mothafuckers out there to know
That I have a split personality
(Mr ski chuckles) and sometimes I just, exit
Through these things, you know
Ha ha, you know, hell yeah

Mr ski nigga i'm takin' over shit Dre
Laughing

Diagnosis, multiple personality disorder
Of modern day with modern tech
Jugglin' hard in a Leg' versus manslaughter
I took a swig of the potion
And it sent me coastin'
With visions of my Alter-Ego
Hittin' three wheel motion
"Is it Dre, is it Dre"
No that Ski in a purple 6 tray GTA
Killin' any mothafucker walkin'
And all these niggas in these
Magazines that keep on talkin'
Don't get twisted, I been there, I done that
But Ski's out control and maniac
He just show me that he got my back
"I just show him I got your back"
See, in a lot of there, I'm straight
I'm Dr dre, but after stroke of mid night
I’m Mr ski AKA dooms Day
Concocted the shit up in my lab
With Mr ski up in my head
Bringin' on the Aftermath
You can see the stars runnin' from the sky
Tryin' to get away from Dr dre and Mr s-K-I

It's Mr ski and Dr dre
Can't stop this maniacal individual
To start showin' level
With 70 on your digital
I'm tryin' to take over shit like Buddy-love
But this professor ain't nutty and
He can't do it, any herpe dove
I was the madness that brought on Dre Day
Such this time Dr dre
He's the one is gonna pay
I dropped this bud
Strain in his brain and shed it off
And have them slangin' guns to them
Females wouldn't set it off i do dirt
And tied up his body and break free
Witnesses saw Dr dre but it was really Mr ski
You might think it's insane
But it's a clever scheme
Dre don't know shit
He wake up in the morning
Thinkin' it was a dream
Put his ass to sleep and soak his game up
Steady mobbin'
Hopin' to get this mothafucker brained up
I can't stop till I succeed
Then I can break free
No longer Dr dre, nigga it's Mr ski

I start shakin'
Test tools and bottles start breakin'
(glass crush)
My Ulti-Eagle starts overtakin'
Instantly spinnin' around like the mass
Tossin' that shit up off like a twister
No longer, the docter or Mister "Ski"
I can't hold it back
I'm trapped behind the walls of my brains
Tryin' to count a rack
"even though tryin' to fight"
My vocal tone ignited into a
Loud scream "how high"
It's time to get the fuck up off, yeah

I’m on the loose like 2Pac from Juice
God bless the dead
But I'm already dead from trauma to the head
I'mma verbal Manslaughter on the Mic
Bumpin' in your trunk
Shatterin' your glass from the street life
Nobody wants to play with me
So I'm drillin' them
I'll be back like Swords nigga
So I can finish killin' them
If you want music to drive-By
Torment minds like yours and Dr dre
But all I think about is S-K-I

(exaggerate chuckles)