#D.R.E

[its-fucking-tangerine]

imagine fanart of dr dre as batman and eminem, 50 Cent, kendrick, the game and everyone dre discovered as robins (except slim is in his rap boy costume)

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call me easily amused, but i always get a kick out of it when someone's playing the piano here on campus and they go from fur elise to still d.r.e.

[dontmean2bepoliticalbut]

[danileepearce]

another new youtube Poom

[juniepops]

If someone next to you in bed needed to go to sleep an hour ago the most important thing you can do is start talking about a bad movie trailer you saw in a really excited tone of voice and then just keep going and going and letting the facade crumble a little more with each sentence until you’re actively disparaging the cast and she has to remind you she has work in the morning

[modernmanblues]

learns one gang sign and all of a sudden he think gangsta.

[fadingzipperdragongoop]

(𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙉𝙊 ᴰᴶ 🎶)

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Dr. Dre - Still D.R.E. ft. Snoop Dogg

[eric8a]

Still D.R.E will play the day when Vulkan returns to the Imperium.

[box-architecture]

Analyzing… Analyzing…

Negative.

With a a huff, D.R.E. slammed the refrigeration unit shut. He was halfway through the time frame of his assignment, and he was becoming increasingly aware of its slim odds of success. There would be no penalty for failure, but D.R.E. was competent, the best of the best, and to fail at his directive (no matter how stacked the odds were against him) felt unacceptable.

An intense crash sounded behind him. D.R.E. blinked, head swiveling without regard for its body.

Oh. The earth robot had knocked itself into a pile of garbage. Again.

It was (painfully) obvious the outdated bot had been following him for the duration of his exploration, the small beeps and Redstone ticking would be giving away its presence easily, but along with its strangely clumsy nature, there was some wonder at why it attempted to evade detection at all.

Odd. (Silly. Stupid.)

He watched the robot dig itself out, mapping out his next location to scan as it vocalized its frustration. He needed to keep searching, of course. He needed to follow the plan, the Directive. But…

More information could be considered tangentially related.

The redstone bot was sinking into a junk pile, shouting in stressed exclamations. D.R.E. picked him up with as much care as he could, flying them towards a cleaner surface beneath the night sky. It squeaked, but made no attempts to attack, which he appreciated. It really wouldn't be great for their first conversation to be hindered by annoying miscommunication.

Gently, he set it down. Its eyes peeked up at him from where they had hidden, and slowly it unfolded, outdated solar panels flipping to face him.

"Oh." It said. D.R.E. let his face flicker for a moment in thought.

"Oh." He agreed. Conversations were,,,, not his strong suit. He would start with something easy. "Name?"

It's panels raised in surprise. "Oh. SAM."

"Sam." D.R.E. hummed. Like the SAM-E's on the ship. Possibly the original model, which meant it had been strong enough to survive all these years. D.R.E. approved.

"Name?"

"… D.R.E."

"Drea-mmm?" Sam tried. Despite himself, D.R.E.'s LED smile glowed a little warmer.

"No. D.R.E."

"Dream." Sam repeated, rolling a little closer in excitement. It waved at him, shaking Redstone dust from out beneath his claws.

The Redstone glowed dim on its arms, obviously manually applied over the years to keep it going. D.R.E. pulled an arm close to inspect it. The flaps on the back of Sam's torso wagged.

"Redstone. Old." He murmured. Robots hadn't needed to function through Redstone in centuries.

"Hm?" Sam was making an odd rumbling noise now, practically knocking into D.R.E. He allowed it, assured in his own ability to neutralize a threat should it become one.

"Redstone." D.R.E. said. He ran a finger up it's arm in example, before pointing to his Eye Of Ender peeking out of his own chest. "Ender Eye."

"Ender." Sam squinted at the Eye. Lightly, it dragged a claw across the pupil. It opened to scan the limb.

Analyzing… Analyzing…. Negative.

Obviously.

Sam startled suddenly, jerking away and grabbing D.R.E.'s arm. He let himself be dragged along towards a storage unit with confusion. A threat? Should he be aiming a weapon?

"Dream." It urged. "In. In in in."

"Sam?" He asked. The dust storm began to pick up around them, and he realized the issue. "Sam!"

"Dream. In." Sam commanded, and they went in. The large door slammed behind them.

It was dark. And then it was not.

Sam was eager to show its strange, pre-ship contraptions, its eyes wide with delight as D.R.E. fiddled with pistons and glowing stones and the strangest music player D.R.E. had ever seen. He chirred at the cockroach ("Fran," Sam buzzed with affection,) and glided to the screen Sam was attempting to invest him in. It was sweet, someone wanting his attention for something other than new orders to follow, a new directive to accomplish, even if he didn't understand half of what he was being shown.

(His directive beeped in the back of his memory, reminding him of what he was supposed to be focusing on. It was fine, though. Just until the storm stopped.)

He felt claws nudging into his fingers.

"Hm?" D.R.E. let his head roll idly. Sam's tail flaps wagged.

"Dream!" It said as it tucked its head into the curve of his neck. The odd rumble started up again, louder than before; D.R.E. rested his head on its own to see if he could feel the vibrations.

"Sam?"

Sam's solar panels tapped against the glow of D.R.E.'s smile before pulling away to clap. It beckoned D.R.E. over to where more oddities were piling up. A gnarled blue thing was shoved into D.R.E.'S hands as Sam looked to him for approval.

What a strange color. He scanned it.

Analyzing…. Analyzing….

Confirmed.

Oh.

(He would not know of Sam's panic until much later.)

-

Dream didn't look at him as they were both led away to…. somewhere? The ship was wholly unfamiliar to SAM, outside of the little screens on Earth. He'd never seen the humans in the flesh (or if he had, he no longer recalled,) and the design of the ship seemed to run wholly on Ender Eyes, the familiar Redstone Crimson absent in favor of glassy, glossy green.

Dream was familiar. He was the only reason SAM wanted anything to do with the ship anyway, which was why he gently tugged on Dream's hand with his claws, hoping to slip their fingers together.

The hope was crushed as Dream tugged his hand away. He glared, his usual smile flat and mirthless.

"SAM." He said sternly. SAM shrunk into himself. He knew Dream was still mad about the plant being missing, but they were together now, so they could absolutely go look for it later after they held hands, right? SAM didn't see a problem with that. Hand holding wouldn't interfere with plant finding. He was sure of it.

Dream suddenly drooped, anger falling away as they entered a room filled with more robots. He sighed and waved SAM off, letting himself he pulled away by a large claw and into a separate room.

Immediately another claw came down on him as he tried to follow.

"Dream," SAM called out as he scrambled to get away. He was plonked into a separation area, Redstone dust clouds in his wake. "Dream!"

What followed in the next few moments happened very, very fast.

SAM barely registered the removal of Dream's head (the depressed smile vanishing completely as he was deactivated) before he was destroying the containment cube. In a fervor he was grabbing at the claw with Dream's head and tearing the precious orb out of its arm to cradle. There was some sort of mania happening with the bots behind him, but he ignored it in favor of pushing Dream back together.

He was barely aware of the distressed noises he was making, desperate as he failed to get Dream to come back. It was fine if he never held SAM's hand again, really, he would give up hand holding forever, he just wanted Dream to come back!

He was nearly toppled over as another bot rolled to them. They shoved SAM to the side and leaned forward to inspect his work. With a tsk, they took the orb from his claws (ignoring his enraged squawk and attempts to fight them) and activated the Ender Eye on Dreams chest, setting the orb on top of the body as it begun to float.

A familiar lime smile appeared on its face. It scrunched in confusion.

"What?" Dream asked, twisting his head every which way. SAM followed the movements with complete and utterly joy.

"Dream!"

Dream looked over SAM's head, and the confusion became alarm. "SAM!"

It was then that SAM realized the room they were in was completely destroyed, and partially on fire.

The robot beside them made an amused noise before rolling out the door, ignoring the robots rioting all around.

(Tech-No. 8 was having an excellent day, and as he watched the warning signs appear with pictures of the strange SAM-E and D.R.E., he decided that it was likely to get even better. If they lived through this he might even get to make fun of D.R.E. for bringing home an incompetent sparkmate)

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[commanderchr1st]

Dr. Dre - The Next Episode Lyrics (side note: I'm white so I will be censoring the n word)

Da, da, da, da, da

It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!)

Da, da, da, da, da

You know I'm mobbin' with the D.R.E. (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know who's back up in this motherfucker! (What, what, what, what?)

So blaze the weed up then! (Blaze it up, blaze it up!)

Blaze that shit up, n*.. yeah 'Sup Snoop?

Top Dogg, bite 'em all, n*, burn that shit up

D-P-G-C, my n*, turn that shit up

C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up

And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up

Thug n*s, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up

Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up

Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party fo' sho'

Slip my hoe a 44 when she got in the back do'

Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care

Step up in this motherfucker just a-swingin' my hair

Bitch quit talkin', crip-walk if you're down with the set

Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet

Out o' town, put it down for the Father of Rap

And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut your trap

Come back, get back, that's the part of success

If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin' your stress

Da, da, da, da, da

It's the motherfuckin' D.R.E. (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!)

Da, da, da, da, da

You know I'm robbin' you of P-O-O-P!

Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T

King of the beans— you know my gas ain't clean (Poop Gang!)

Wood Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs

How you feel—whoopty-whoop—n* what?

Dre and Snoop lactose intolerant ass (got the 'lac!)

We are farting in paper bags, yeah we sniffing gas (Yeah)

Clip in the strap, we holding out turds(What turds?)

Long shit, paper bag, got the GERDS

South Central out to the Westside (Westside)

It's California Love, this California bud got a n* gang o' pub

I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club

With my jeans on and my team strong

Get my drink on and my smoke on

Then go home wit' somethin' to poke on (Wha'sup bitch?)

Loc', it's on for the two-triple-oh

Comin' real, it's the next episode

Hold up, hey

For my n*s who be thinkin' we soft

We don't play

We gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off

Hold up, hey

For my n*s who be actin' too bold

Take a seat

Hope you ready for the next episode—

Hey

Smoke weed everday

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Can we have a songs-mod-is-surprised-didn’t-make-it-into-the-poll poll?

Oh absolutely, plenty of picks for that! (many due to the two-two-song-per-artist constraint):

Maybe also Alive by Pearl Jam, Come As You Are by Nirvana, Return of the Mack by Mark Morrison? Obviously there are way more - this tournament could've been double the size and we still wouldn't have enough space for all the songs!