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(0.20)
Here in the dark,
Silence is much to hard to bear.
Don't know there to start,
I'm hurtin' everywhere.
If we don't stop now,
We're gonna lose.
We should try somehow,
'Caus it's too easy to bruise.
When you take your mark,
Danny with your aim,
Danny for my heart,
It's only pain.
What does it prove,
Again and again?
Danny nobody wins.
(1.23)
If it's your pride,
Promise you won't let it keep us apart.
Deep down inside,
We can make a new start,
If we don't look back,
On the price we pay.
Well that's all I ask,
'Caus we'll never make it this way.
When you take your mark,
Danny with your aim,
Danny for my heart,
It's only pain.
What does it prove,
Again and again?
Danny nobody wins,
Nobody wins...
Danny don't...
(2.36)
Danny don't look back,
On the price we pay.
Well that's all I ask,
'Cause we'll never make it this way.
When you take your mark,
Danny with your aim,
Danny for my heart,
It's only pain.
What does it prove,
Again and again?
Danny nobody wins,
Nobody wins...
When you take your mark,
Danny with your aim,
Danny for my heart,
It's only pain.
What does it prove,
Again and again?
Danny nobody wins,
Nobody wins...
When you take your mark,
Danny with your aim,
Danny for my heart, (3.41)
It's only pain.
What does it prove,
Again and again?
Danny nobody wins,
Nobody wins...
4.01
[Verse 1:]
Messin' me up, my whole head
Teasin' me just like Janet did Q-Tip
What the fuck, what is you stupid?
Schoolboy crush but I ain't in no rush
The whole world sees it, but what do you care?
My peoples sit and rave 'bout your class and your flair
My name is out your mouth but you sassin, I swear
Got me out of breath, steady gaspin' for air like
Speakin' of which
We at the beach and I itch like I'm allergic to sand
But I put up with it to show you how determined I am
(You hurtin' me man) Forget it, I ain't tryin' to set trip
Not dealin' with nobody now that's what you let slip
I said "hey yo it's cool, keep it on the friend tip"
'Cause yo, picture me screwing it up
Like ridin' dirty while I'm sippin' on a brew in the truck
Sheeeit...you finer than J. Lo
But how can I move forward if you never say go?
Kisses on the cheek is what confuses me though
'Cause out in public we don't even speak so what's the deal yo?
Now you caught my heart for the evening
Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things
Should I just sit out or...
You know I can't sing!
[Chorus:]
Now you caught my heart for the evening
Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things
Should I just sit out or come harder?
Help me find my way
[Bridge #1:]
Now let's pause for the cause
One love, my man Dilla...
[Verse 2:]
Now why you wanna go and do that love, huh?
Makin' things for me toward you harder
Killin' me, just when I think we tight
You say some stupid shit and mess up my whole night, like
Tellin' me about next dude
But next dude ain't the nigga with the clue
Who got your best interest in mind
Let's go to Cafe Sur-re-al and have an interesting time
And let it just happen make it, front-free
Just sweat me like honey sweat bees
Diggin' you, tryin' to get inside of your world
I can be your Prince, minus +Diamonds And Pearls+
Forever or however you want it, say word
But don't you ever don't you ever push me to the curb
D. Swain ain't tryin' to haggle you, I will not disturb
'Cause uh, it ain't in me and uh, I ain't no herb
But I'ma still try to chill with you
Maybe things'll change if you feelin' me too
If not then I guess it is cool
I ain't a clown like the rest of these fools
Seperate checks please
[Bridge #2:]
Tribe purist to the fullest
If'n you ain't feelin' this track, then you're full of it
Pull that li'l shit if you wanna, ya dig
But you ain't gonna do me like you did those Kidz, and clown me
Homage, comma, props
Call it what you want, but I'm not gonna stop
Record hit the store and I'm not gonna flop
And if I do, well then it's fodder for the message boards tomorrow, say what
"Th-th-th-th-th-th-th-this kid won't be
around much longer as I'm sure you know..."
[Verse 1]
You mad 'cause I dropped two classics
Half these new jacks is fags with doo-rags on
I knew that long hiatus wouldn't break us but
If you that strong, come try us
We can take it outside, instead of fight
We can rap battle
Cats laugh 'cause it took me three times to get it right
I guess it's true what they say, the third time's a charm
I grabbed the game and let it die in my arms
Then resurrected it
Changed clothes, same flow, perfected it
They know Swain though they still won't respect the kid
But I ain't slowin' up
This time, blowin' up
Sponsors, concerts, everybody showin' up
Know enough tricks of the trade to get a record deal:
Fresh kicks, press kits, sex appeal
Had to mail my demo out 'cause I ain't had enough bus pass
To take the bus first class
So frustrated, had to puff-puff-pass
Sent my CD out to Puff, Puff passed
Must've had enough trash on his desk this year
Sent one to So So Def, but it fell on so so deaf ears
I never once shed tears, this must be a test here
I fell back, prayed about it, made a route and now the kid got
Crazy clout, I ain't afraid to shout it
My charm got the ladies in the Carolina fallin' in love
Niggaz that I never met before is callin' me "cuz"
And it's all because, I went against the grain
I did my own thang, radio can kiss my anus
And all these other haters tryin' to dis D. Swain is
Just a damn shame, pop ya Cris and champagne
They popped shit, sayin' "he's a nerd" or "he's gay"
Now they love me; I can get away with murder these days
Charismatic, the Kappa is back at it
My charm, got people glued to me
Diplomatic immunity nigga
[Chorus]
Fresh off the plane, it's ya boy D. Swain
Takin' over the game, ain't a damn thing changed
(So what'chu sayin'?) Ladies love him
The kids can't get enough of him
There will never ever be another him
The third time's a charm, so I gots to make it happen
Got so much charm, so I gots to make it rappin'
(Do ya thing!) My appeal will make these people feel me
Niggaz know it's still D, A to the N-N-Y
[Verse 2]
Why it took him so long to show and prove?
My demeanor's real cool, like I'm flowin' through air vents
Showin' you confidence, they say I'm showin' you arrogance
The kids ain't even gotta hide my tape from their parents
I'll use my charm to make this album # 1 in the country
Have the ladies like, "we got nothin' but love for you honey"
Plus I got enough charms on my muthafuckin' arm
(You da bomb!) To really give Lucky a run for his money
And now it's funny, niggaz wanna know just how Danny does it
'Cause he got, mass appeal and he loves kids
Niggaz wanna hate me for my charm, they mad they can't get it
Now it seems like everybody and they man's livid
I took that underdog status and I ran with it
Dan did it to death, I planned this niggaz
Finish your breakfast-es
The stress, is just another part of the game
Niggaz chargin' in my lane so it's hard to maintain
And it's hard to stay sane, hard to stay valid
We 'bout it, y'all niggaz pint-size like Charlamagne's salary
My plain's outta reach, yeah I'm on a new plateau
"Danny, why you had to do that fo'?"
If you that slow, you're probably the cause behind it
The game is getting eaten, I'm the jaws behind it
Y'all hate to see me shine 'cause you'll all get blinded
Pause, rewind this; hope was lost, I'll find it
Now everybody gettin' in my sauce like prime ribs
They don't agree that I'm the boss, like "why him?"
You can debate if you wanna, I'm takin' you on a
Journey, I'm burning these haters like eighty-two saunas
Steamed up, got the underground scene re-ing up
'Bout to cop a grill from Paul Wall, boss hog cheese it up
Nuggets glow like mustard yo
Nine studs, daytime
Blind ya, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it though
It's crazy yo, it's like...
First my life is like a roller-coaster
Now it's like a carousel, y'know, going in circles
When will it stop
[Chorus]
Somebody let me off this muthafucka
My life is spinnin' 'round and 'round
Somebody let me off this muthafucka
I think I need to slow it down
Somebody let me off this muthafucka
My life is spinnin' 'round and 'round
Somebody let me off this muthafucka
I think I need to slow it down, down, DOWN
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo me, G' and Khary
Three the hard way
J. Nix, MK-6: take yo' pick man
Matter fact take six man, take a breather
I'll make it easy for you
This merry-go-round ain't merry at all
Danny wanna hop off this carousel
But scared he could fall
Figured I'd make a few beans with my daily routine
But if the monotony's making you scream
Then what's the ride worth?
Yo, what is my purpose?
If I could fly from this earth, I would
And gain perspective like a third eye could, but ummm
Everyday is like a rat race
Try to escape, fall flat on your face
'Cause in between the shows and the interviews
Dough and the scent of new
Hoes, centerfolds waitin' backstage in the nude
I sorta lost control
My star status got me feelin' mad exhausted yo
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Was interrupted in my thoughts by this shorty I used to rap to
Back when I had two at a time... I was that smooth
I ran into her at the State Fair
She told me '"we should do lunch"
I said "fuck it", and we just ate there
We was a great pair; we talked candidly
About the romance that we had in the past
She's gassed 'cause I'm rapping and I'm big time now
I asked how she was doing and she gave me a half-smile
Now that's wild
We made our way to the ride with the unicorns
And the moon ornaments - how appropriate
she told me it had been four years, still got no associate's
Degree, and now she's trying to cope with the debris
Of a marriage gone wrong, baby carriages on the lawn
Said she got a seed, six years old and can't read
I'm like, "whoa, slow up your speed"
She agreed and nodded her head
Bugged me out when she said
[Verse 1]
I be on tour 24/7, money for my brethren
My boys, we enjoy this rap that we commit to
But how you gonna travel the world and not
Bring somethin' back with you? That's an issue
When I'm droppin' knowledge on my fans with me and my crew
It's only right that I grab a little piece of 'em too
I did a show in Japan, and I had so many fans
I began to think I reached the plateau of Rodan
They fed me noodles and ham
I made a false step when I asked for moo goo gai pan
Some type of dude that I am!
I had a set in the U.K. for two days
Cats rushin' the stage, throwin' me bouquets
Hey! I went to see a play
The Edinburgh Film Festival was in town, that's how I get down
The globe-trotter, I continue to spit
And I'ma broaden my horizons every venue I hit
Let's go
[Chorus 1]
Houston, Los Angeles
I can't wait, man I can't wait, man
Long Beach, St. Paul, Atlanta man
I can't wait, man I can't wait, naw
Las Vegas, London, New Orleans
I can't wait, man I can't wait, man
Philadelphia, Honolulu
Can't wait, man I can't wait, man
[Verse 2]
+I Got The Internet Going Nutz+
But I won't spend my tour time in the hotel bonin' sluts
I'd rather be enlightened, I liked when
This light-skinned cutie tried to school me in Thailand
I'm on an island, fuck it I'm wylin'
I did a set in Phuket...get it?
Soon as I step up off the plane I'ma learn new languages
I go to Denmark, eat a few Danishes
You can't hang with this, Swain is the shit
I'll do a show on Pluto if the money is right
But first I'm headed to Hawaii where it's sunny and bright
They taught me how to do the hula, fed me honey and rice
I went on stage to do my thing and everyone was polite
I'm tryin' to do a hundred shows in one night
You know you likin' every song that I play
On stage, kickin' dust
And I'm pickin' up a few things along the way, c'mon
[Chorus 2]
St. Louis, Cincinnati
Can't wait, man I can't wait, man
Boston, Cleveland, Milwaukee
Man I can't wait, man I can't wait, man
Miami, San Diego
Can't wait, man I can't wait, man
Detroit, Nashville, Seattle
Man I can't wait, man I can't wait, man
[Verse 3]
You can call me Eddie Murphy 'cause I'm more than +Raw+
When I was out in California I met Gordon Shaw
He had me listenin' to Mozart
Now I'm so smart
My test scores is higher than college students and rats
I'm a lunatic at your disposal
Forced to go with SunCom, 'cause I can't afford T-Mobile
On tour, sharing the floor with forty locals
You can't call Danny small anymore, he's global
And hopefully, I'll have plenty of folks to see
I'll visit anywhere, even if it's too bizarre
And learn a few things, like I had a new guitar
I'm tryin' to be an international superstar
(Whooo!) Rock star dreams, mom start screamin'
"Wake yo ass up boy, Pop Tarts steamin'"
Damn I had so much fun
I ain't ever been on tour, but I can't wait to go on one, I'm out
[Chorus 3]
Beijing, Berlin, Chicago
Can't wait, man I can't wait, man
D.C., V.A., N.Y.
I can't wait, man I can't wait, man
Hong Kong, St. Petersburg
I can't wait, man I can't wait, man
Memphis, Pittsburgh, Orlando
Man, I can't wait, man I can't wait
Ain't no kisses man, but uh
It's a whole lot of love
This song is for my favorite girl
Without whom I'd be (so all alone)
[Chorus: x2]
Can't nobody love me like you do
Can't nobody, can't nobody, no
Can't nobody love me like you do
[Verse 1:]
On a summer day in 1983
That's when I first, met the lady that birthed me
A little newborn baby, I was thirsty
So you gave me lots of loving I could drink on
Used to turn the sink on, had me taking baths with the dishes
Taught me how to read at age three, fast little whiz kid
Gave me soup to feed my fevers
Laughin' at the jokes that we would weave up
You were June and I was Beaver
You even warned me 'bout the C-word
No one else stuck up for me
Head hurt, you would rub it for me
A mama's boy in the worst way
We went to Taco Bell together when I skipped the first grade, hey
A celebration then, a celebration now
You're not just another face in the crowd
'Cause you're my mother and I wanna tell you how I feel
Your love is better than a Sno-Cone, without the chills, yeah
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
I must've took the word "army brat" literally
'Cause I always used to act up
Everytime we'd pack up
Carried all of my troubles in the back of the truck
And when we touched down, I would turn 'em loose
But still, that was no excuse
To have to go and boost
Your green apples and cranberry juice
Then lie about it, raise my voice and cry about it
Hoping that I was convincing you, but I doubt it
Yet and still, you never tried to fuss or shout or curse
Then I started stealing, taking money out your purse
That was your last straw, and I don't blame you
'Cause all the junk that you put up with, I'd be tired of playing games too
So I ran away from home, yeah I made tracks
But your love was super-strong, so I came back
You cared for me, even though I wasn't perfect
Overloading me with love, and you know I didn't deserve it
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Even when the rain clouds seemed to pour in the drama
No one else has stood in my corner more than my mama
More than a woman, my mom, you're a fortune and I'ma
Have to put you in a myth book, you're more than a goddess
You're like a door to a cottage, you stand tall
And you always open up to me
This mother-son friendship is close enough to be
Hard to shake, like a coconut tree
It's good that we both see things in a similar view
So that you know just what I'm spittin' is true
And I just wanna say I'm so sorry for the trouble I caused you
So far gone at one point, I thought that I lost you
But you never left, I give you all respect
I wish you all the best...
Well I guess I'm done saying this to you
Truly yours, Danny Swain, a.k.a Mister Doo, c'mon
[Intro: scratched by Danny]
[Jay-Z] "Can I get...can I get a minute"
[Phonte] "I went from niggaz tellin' me I really
shouldn't rhyme to droppin' a cla...droppin'
a classic"
[Common] "Y'all assumed I was doomed...out of tune"
[Krumbsnatcha] "Niggaz whisperin' like bitches"
[Juelz Santana] "Niggaz know me"
[the Notorious BIG] "Lucky they don't owe me"
[Pharoahe Monch] "Y'all know the name"
[Danny] "D. Swain!"
[Cam'ron] "You owe me nigga!"
[Verse 1]
Next up it's the kid with the fresh cut
Stepped up my lyrics and my spirit's in check, yup
I'm here in the flesh but, a lot of people envy my spot
They pray I'll get shot and rot in a box
I got, more detractors than I do benefactors
I'll try to interact but then it's back to basics
Back to bass kicks, penning tracks in the basement
Class act, matter fact I'm giving rapping a facelift
Haters talkin' all that smack get smacked
I rap ex-act-i-ly how I have to be
I'm glad to be the talk of the town
I offered you clowns pound
You left me hangin' so I'm tossing you down
They tried to stone me
Kicked, punched; six months later now they
Clone me; holding me up, they postpone me
Niggaz that don't know me, they're backing me now
I made it cool to be yourself, they're just jacking my style
You owe me
[scratches by Danny]
[Eminem] "Back..."
[Nas] "Owe me back"
[Eminem] "Back...back..."
[Nas] "Owe me back"
[Eminem] "Back...back..."
[Nas] "Owe me back like you owe your tax"
[Chorus]
If I gave you a beat for free
Man, you owe me
If you got your whole style from me
Nigga you owe me
Get up off of me dog, 'cause you don't know me
You below me homie, and you only slowin' me down
[Verse 2]
Okay, you claimed you
Had a couple rhymes, and your mind was correct
But I gave you beats for free, now it's time to collect
You better, stop the moochin' or I'll stop producing
The rap game kinda remind me of prostitution
The way they try to pimp me, is senseless
You ain't gotta lie to kick it dog, that's the common consensus
Don't tell me you about to blow like I'M interested
If you're, reachin' for fame
Then the fee is the same
And all these MC's in the game
Want beats from D. Swain
I ain't givin' up these treats for free
I'll tell these rappers 'no' and that'll be wise
They using lies as collateral
"Hey lemme get that beat dog, I swear I'll give it back to you"
Cats claimin' that they reppin' the streets
I'll hook you up but how you expect me to eat? That's real
These niggaz forcin' me to go the unemployment route
Now that I'm famous I'ma be sendin' invoices out
You owe me
[Danny!: talking]
Yeah...you remember that beat
The one I tracked out for you?
Yeah, THAT one, the one with the hi-hats you said was all loud and shit
Well make the check out to Kiss My Ass III, nigga...ASAP
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yo I been out here in the struggle since the struggle began
I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't talking 'bout a plug and two fans
My third album and I'm lovin' it man
The Times & Democrat ain't gotta interview me, the Republican
Pat Buchanan, I pack two cannons:
My beat-making abilities and raps you can relate to
I hate to, come off like I'm arrogant but
I really -- who am I kiddin', I'm arrogant as fuck
Niggaz forced to take snapshots, 'cause staring ain't enough
Food for thought; I hope you let it marinate enough
Who'd have thought, this cat inherit major bucks?
Wow! I can picture all these MC's now
They'll be like, "Funny how D. Swain was on some cruddy shit
Took home '3 Feet High & Rising', listened, studied shit
Now he's on some 'Buddy' shit, insightful out the blue"
They'll hate but then they'll try to bite like Tyson's mouth'll do
Now that I'm famous all these strangers that was doin' me favors
Like my success they had a hand in, now they got their hands out
Niggaz that don't know me try to act like they my homie
Tap me on the should-ey
[Verse 1:]
Yo, D. Swain is back on the block
He went from laughingstock
To rappin' in happening spots
And nappin' on yachts
Don't get your head wrap in a knot
You gotta unwind
Gotta remind yourself that stress is all in your mind
Speaking of your mind, there's a little place that we all can go
Let me take you to this spot that you never saw before
Close your eyes, and uh
Count to five, and uh
Meet me on the corner of Dream Street and Freedom Drive
This be the venue where anything goes
We staying overnight my nig, did you bring any clothes?
Let's roll
[Chorus #1:]
This cappuccino's
Too cold for me
So grab your stirrers
And roll with me
Let's go to Cafe Surreal
(Lemme get some creamer in here
Lemme get some stirrers, some syrup
Lemme get my dreamers in here)
Relax your mind
Let your conscience free
If you don't wanna come
That's more coffee for me
Let's go to Cafe Surreal
(Lemme get some creamer in here
Lemme get some stirrers, some syrup)
[beatboxing]
[Verse 2:]
This is a dream, right?
That's what you thinkin', right?
Stop all that thinkin'
You thinkin' too much for me tonight
Just let your mind roam free, grab a seat by the front
I'll go grab us some coffee, how many creamers do you want?
[Chorus #1]
[Verse 3:]
Surrealism got you feeling imprisoned? Don't let it
Just chill and listen to the intricate sounds
Of Mr. Renowned, I'm renowned around the globe
And I'm inviting you to pack your favorite gown or robe
Or whatever you're sleeping in, just keep it thin, pack light
Don't act like, you don't remember what happened last night
You're now tuned to my nocturnal fantasy
Never mind that melting clock, disregard that dancing tree
Can it be? Danny l-l-losing his marbles?
Imagination, I've got a jarful
Carpool if you need a ride, your unconscious is your guide
You can hang your coat by the door, but leave your cares outside
Where's all my fellow free-spirited, open-minded free thinkers?
Free drinks're on me; go grab a latte
But not a lot, hey
'Cause I may need some
Open mic for dreamers, won't you please come?
[Bridge:]
Won't you please come
Won't you please come
Won't you please, p-please
Won't you please come
Y'all still with me right?
Cool...now, you know this IS the remix
So I'm gonna have to switch it up on y'all
[Chorus #2: x3]
(Two for tea) Two for tea, you and me I hope you like...
(Mayhem) We flyin'?
(Flying) Loosen up, don't sip your cappuccino... (silently)
[Verse 4:]
I, had it with rap
So I got on the transit
Disappeared like a bandit
Reworked my style
Nowadays I like to hang at Cafe Sur-re-al
Loosen up, don't sip your cappuccino... (silently)
Niggas is afraid to be themselves these days
Originality's the key
But I'm the only one that's got it on his keychain
D. Swain for mayor, stick T-Pain for paper
Loosen up, don't sip your cappuccino... (silently)
I may be overlooked
But I'm never overworked
My fans go berserk when we in Cafe Surreal
Infatuated with tea, imagination is key
Loosen up, don't sip ya cappuccino... (silently)
But this place ain't for slow-mos
So get in where you fit in, grab a cup of cocoa
Yo, you know I'm still a pro with the prose though
Loosen up, don't sip your cappuccino... (silently)
Y'all can't tell whether I'm peddlin' coffee or
Peddlin' creative energy and free-mindedness
Rewind this disc 'cause by the time you catch on
I'll be on another birthday, my 95th
And everytime I sip on a chai tea
And it ain't hot to me
I'll heat it up and switch it up and change my route
Cafe Sur-re-al remix, D. Swain, I'm out
[Verse 1: Danny!]
Dear Teresa
I hope you get THIS letter
Better yet I hope you get the picture
I ain't even trying to sweat ya
I hope you get the gist 'cause I ain't gon' let ya
Just throw me out on the curb, woman I deserve better
You got some nerve Teresa, for dragging me along
On your emotional roller-coaster I never asked to get on
You get on my case, talking 'bout how I'm trippin' and
How I just don't listen and
All that other shit but you just missed your man
Then when shit hit the fan, you began to panic
Claimed I read you wrong, you and I both know that you just led me on
Chillin' on that new couch
Got your rocks off and went the I-Was-Just-Confused Route
Yeah I know what you about
You told me so many lies and I believed 'em
Talking 'bout your man like you was tryin' to leave him
Throwing out all kinds of reasons
How you gon' just throw me out in the cold, I'm freezin'
Keep in mind YOU started this
Left me hangin', now you got a heart to fix
I'm sayin' yo
[Chorus: 'Drea]
Where were you
I thought the love we had was true
How could you just walk away
From all the things we've been through
Think of me
When this is just a memory
Will you still be loving me
When all your color is gone
[Verse 2: Danny!]
We was a reenactment of "Me & Miss Jones"
You had your fun and now you wanna leave this alone?
I don't think so; I swear to God I wish we never met
Or better yet, I wish you could feel the pain you got me feelin'
Got me feelin' foolish, you was gassin' me up
Telling me things and selling me dreams
And then you left me, what I wasn't flashy enough?
Either that or you got sick of me
Prob'ly saw me on the job all by myself and took pity, shit please
I don't need your hand-outs, I don't need no charity
Spare me, I'm barely breathin'
My reason for speakin', clarity
I need for you to realize
That I don't need your real lies
Or fake truths, so don't go try to blame it on the Cuervo or the
Grey Goose, fuck makin' a truce
You made me feel useless
You could at least not disavow me
Now it's clear that you don't give two shits about me
Where were you when I needed you the most, you was ghost
You leavin' me? Jesus, have the decency to say goodbye
I thought we was close
[Chorus: 'Drea]
Where were you
I thought the love we had was true
How could you just walk away
From all the things we've been through
Think of me
When this is just a memory
Will you still be loving me
When all your color is gone
[Bridge: Danny! talking]
Oh, that's how you do huh?
Just love 'em and leave 'em, huh?
Just throw 'em on the curb, right?
That's fucked up, talkin' bout I brought color to your world
Man, I fell for some bullshit
[Verse 3: Danny!]
Yo, fuck this shit man, she gon' hear me out
She gon' hear me out today...shit lemme call her cell phone dog
...this is some bullshit right here
[disconnected tone]
The fuck? She prob'ly, she prob'ly turned her cell phone off
Prob'ly got her number changed
It's cool though, I'ma call her job
I'ma call her job right now
She's probably out with her trucker husband or some shit, lucky bastard
[Employee:] Blue Cross Blue Shield, this is Jonathan. How may I help you?
[Danny!:] Uhh, yes...may I speak to Teresa please?
[Employee:] Teresa? Teresa, sir? Are you a family member, sir?
[Danny!:] Nah, I'm more like a...close personal friend...
Employee:] Well, I'm sorry to inform you sir, Teresa was killed in a car
accident two weeks ago on I-95...she was apparently headed to Savannah
to visit her friend, but an 18-wheeler ran her off the road. Sir, I
need to know if you're a family member; we've been trying to contact her
husband - who is a truck driver - we don't believe he's aware of the
situation. Uh, you wouldn't happen to know where her husband is, would
Shit, this is love?
Man, if this is love right here
I sure wouldn't wanna see hate
Fuck that
[Verse 1:]
Man, you jealous-ass niggas just make me laugh
Nah, fuck that; all of y'all just make me yawn
Goin' on and on about my rap style
But it's gonna take a little while for this black child to back down
I'm giving you all my balls and my ass to kiss
Y'all really got some audacity
Half of these niggas talk shit like an ass with lips
The other half don't even know the half, so take a class bitch
Lesson one: I love it when you diss me
I've been gone so long, you must've missed me
Lesson number two: you gotta find something better to do
Go rob a bank, bust a nigga's head, sell drugs dude
Whatever ignorant niggas do, you need to do it
Talk about me 'til your face turns blue, I give two shits
Oh, just because I sample soul music
I'm a biter? Nah muh'fucka, I ain't new to this
I wish I knew this many people would've been on my dick, though
It's making me sick, they're talking slick
Yo you never thought I'd bust back
Why you got a grudge that you ain't budgin' from
Nigga where's the love at?
[Chorus:]
These cats down south
Don't know what they're talking about
When they start runnin' their mouth
It makes me wanna shout
I'm trying to count
A hundred mil' and be out
No doubt
Where's the love nigga
[Bridge: Danny! talking]
Yo man, stop the beat 'Quest
'Fore these haters start mumblin' again
Start poppin' all that shit
"Oh he's tryin' to be the next Kanye West"
Sit your monkey-ass down
I've been doing this shit for like, how long now?
These cats are really pushing my buttons right now
Man, nobody wanna see me get angry
I swear, y'all don't wanna see me get angry
Y'all need to be gone from my sight, man
For real, you need to fuckin' fly away from me right now
Shit, let me rock, man let me do my thing
Fuck outta here
[Verse 2:]
Maaaan, y'all remind me of some gossipin' girls
All that chit-chit-chatterin' behind my back
Wanna nit-pick at him like my rhymes is wack
And get a stiff dick everytime I write a track
Never mind the fact that my beats made your mother do a backflip
Why the hell these haters had to diss me on that tip?
Talkin' this shit and that shit
Lookin' for a fat lip? Well, catch
Oh, now I'm gay 'cause I don't talk to bitches
All the tricks they got up their sleeve is just ridiculous
Can I get a witness? (amen)
Steady schemin' tryin' to break my heart
Or take me apart; nigga I ain't gay, I'm SMART
What, I'm gay 'cause I don't wear baggy jeans, nigga?
You don't know what a faggot means, nigga
Take a look in the mirror
I'll bet your homo-vision get real clearer
I'm just laughin' at you
Ran up in the tabernacle
Niggas looking at me fruity like a bag of apples with a dash of Snapple
But oh no, niggas callin' ME gay
Just because I don't speak, nigga fuck what he say
Or she say or them say, if I don't speak it means
I don't like you, get some hair on your chest nigga
Arrogant, yes...homosexual, no
[Verse 1:]
Everybody wanna know where the fuck I been at
I been in fuckin Pembroke with the fuckin skin rash
On edge sippin from a keg of vinegar
Playin Simon sez alone collecting pez dispensers
Stalking Megan Fox sending death threats
She see's my silhouette then I jet set
Selling breast sweat in water bottles, lost the lotto
Reading Robert Frost to this lip glossed mullato
Hit Teresa up for bootie flicks
Hacking phones, I'm the one that leaked Vanessa Hudgens nudie pics
Accident prone spilled cologne on my laxatives
Signed to the Roc shortly after Mickey Factz did
Coke and vicodin smoking right in your face
Boat rides in Kuwait, ghost writing for Drake
Been around the world eleven times
Built a cloning machine, created seven Kevin Federlines
Thumb twiddling never sicker than ever
I had to disappear so I could get my shit together
[Chorus:]
Somebody tell me where Danny is
He's prolly fighting a giant squid
Somebody tell me where Danny was
I bet he's in Brooklyn selling drugs
Hey Danny where have you been at
[Verse 2:]
I been trying to collect this ransom for Scarlett Johannsen
Camping in Stedmands mansion dancing with Ted Danson
Stealing beats to sell em to Charles Hamilton
Just to start scandals and shit samples get flipped
Snortin coffee beans in a green trough
Thinking obscene thoughts in Jimmy Iovine's loft
And I jotted em down emailed the script to Kelsey Grammar
A sitcom about phone sex with Chelsea Handler
It Flopped
Then I tried to bring the side hop? back
In purple knickerbockers shoppin at the crock-pot shack, ya dig?
Raising seven illegitimate kids
With Ashley Olsen hoping they all go into showbiz
Plagiarizing screen plays for Jean Grey
Did a benefit concert with Green Day for free hey
Thumb twiddling never sicker than ever
I had to disappear so I could get my shit together
[Chorus:]
Somebody tell me where Danny is
He's probably doin a ten year bid
Somebody tell me where Danny was
I think he's dating Ashley Judd
Hey Danny where have you been at?
[Outro:]
God damn
I'm tired of ya'll niggaz askin where the fuck I'm at
When the album dropping?
When it comes out nigga
[Verse 1:]
Yo I could never forget, the day I saw you at school
For the first time, girl you must've thought you was cool
'Cause you were dressed in all white with your hair pulled up
I knew I'd fall in love if I wasn't careful enough
But our friendship was tainted before it even started
The whispers and the rumors, you swore you'd disregard 'em
'Cause you wanted so bad to believe me, I'm glad you believed me
We became best friends gradually
Left all the drama in the past
Explained that we were friends to everybody and they mama when they asked
But the people in the ghetto understood me wrong
And tried to knock me off the pedestal you put me on
But when it got out of hand, I didn't jot out a plan
I'd just sit back and watch the show
And now I just sit back and watch you go
I'm missing you so bad, you're the sister I never had
[Chorus:]
They say you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
So I guess that all I've got is this song
Girl you, got me so weak 'cause we don't even speak
But what do I have to show for it, only this beat
Only this rhyme, trapped for a moment in time
Let me know how you've been doing, baby show me a sign
When you reach true happiness, just give me a call
Just call me when you get there
[Verse 2:]
Now the bright lights around me seem dimmer
My face seems slimmer 'cause I skipped lunch, I missed dinner
But uh, more importantly I miss you
I'd wipe my face with a tissue
But I've got so many issues
That I can't seem to stop the tears from fallin'
"Quit messin' around (Jasmine), damn...just call him"
Nope! I want you to call when you get ready
Not because my legs feel like spaghetti
Every time I take a little walk down memory lane
Remember Jerry? Remember Elaine?
It's a little too soon to say goodbye
I knew I should've told you 'bout the money I was making on the side
But I was full of pride and I didn't wanna lose you
Let's sit and talk a while, sharing stories like we used to
Get used to me askin' to come back in my life
You almost left me once but I won't let it happen twice
[Verse]
Two years, eight months, three weeks, eleven days
Twenty-seven minutes, forty seconds since heaven gave
Me a reason for breathin'
Remember when our daughter grew her teeth in?
Me and you, we used to stay up
Late nights, play fights
Pillow-fightin', "Thriller" Michael Jackson
Was our jam, now our love is so surreal, it's frightenin'
...I knew that somethin' was strange
When I got the voice mail sayin' 'Danny, you changed'
How did I change? I know that I don't call as much as I'd like to
But baby girl I wanna spend my life with you
It's bad enough my friends are sayin' the same thing
I figure this is one of the ills that fame brings
Besides, I Western Union you two times a week
And I gotta be doin' somethin' right by buying that Jeep
For your moms, sometimes I wish the price for trying was cheap
So tell me what do I do now?
I got a beep, hold on
[Phone conversation between Danny! and a groupie]
[Danny!:] Hello?
[Groupie:] Yeah...is this D. Swain?
[Danny!:] This is Danny Swain, who's this?
[Groupie:] Mmmmm, hey baby - what you got on?
[Danny!:] [laughs] Yo, who is this yo?
[Groupie:] It's me, Cristal...remember? You met me in Jersey
after the concert - which was hot, by the way - you know?
Look, I was just -
[Danny!:] Yo, yo...on some real shit...I'd love to chat with you
right now, but my baby mama's on the line and I'm tryin' to work
things out with her right now, y'know? We got some things goin' on -
[Groupie:] Hey baby, why stress over her when you can have me on
the side? I won't haggle you, youknowwhatImsayin? I'll keep my
mouth shut, you can come through anytime you want...it's yours Daddy.
[Danny!:] (ponders) Nah, I can't...I can't do it yo, I'm sorry...
I'm sorry - my girl, you know, I love her - I really love her,
and I, um...I got a little girl! Yeah, I got a daughter and a baby
on the way, my baby mama just told me she's two months pregnant.
[Groupie:] Two months?! Nigga, you were on tour in Jersey FOUR months
ago, have you been home since then?
[Danny!:] Uh...naw, I guess I haven't but that's not really any of your business!
[Groupie:] Hmph...yeah nigga. I'll chat with you later. I think you've
got some, um, I guess BUSINESS you need to handle...
[Danny!:] Man, whatever, whatever...I'll holla at you later yo...
[Groupie:] Bye!
[Danny!:] Shit, bye! (clicks over) Hello? Hello? Keiya? Keiya? Hello?
[Verse:]
All I ever really wanted was my name in the bright lights
Tryin' to get my fanbase expandin' from Asians to white dykes
I still need a fuckin' publicist
It's D. Swain, and I'm giving you my butt to kiss
Let me take it way back when I didn't have scratch
Listenin' to music, sayin' "I can do this too!"
It's cool, just do your thing
Don't ever let these haters try to ruin your dreams
I knew things would start slow
Dealin' with a DJ with mood swings
Cheap articles were made, I played my part
I stayed on the charts
Gotta keep my mind and my tongue razor-sharp
Back then, when I did venues for chump change
Why they wanna keep the top billing from Swain?
Dropped the first name, added a dot
And kept the last name -- "is that Swain?" -- daggit, he's hot
I went away to school, then I got kicked out
Shit happens, but I gotta stick to rappin'
I'm still doing shows but they won't quit laughin'
When I tell 'em what went down at Claflin, so that's it
I get down on my knees and pray
For a chance to say everything I need to say
Matter fact, I said eight prayers
"The College Kicked-Out" dropped five months and eleven days later
All of a sudden, a star is born
And to think, it all started in a dorm room
More boom than a lil' bit
I'm a little nitwit that made good
A little quick wit will get you real far
If you know how to use it
Got my whole school doing music, it's true bitch
And I'm still tryin' to make it in the game
Tryin' to soak up all the fame
But I hope it don't choke up all of Swain
Yo I'm trying to get these folks to call my name
I let 'em clown me so the weak could win
Now I'm headed to the top with a sheepish grin
Only one hit away like Bleek would've been
If he would've been in my shoes, who would've thought?
D. Swain taking the blame and never get caught
The fame don't come easily, or cheap, or free
You gotta work hard to get to where you need to be
Take it from me, I know what I'm sayin'
All the hatin' in my ear is getting old, but I'm waitin'
For the day that I'm famous
I'll have fans in Alabama like, "Man, D. Swain is a genius!"
Danny Boy, not the one to mess around son
Thought you suckers had me 'til I dropped the second album
Fresh like a pair of starched jeans
I'm still tryin' to be rap's next media darling
If success is the next best thing to gettin' sex
Well then, gimme that there
Wait'll you see my hits
[Verse 1:]
Poppin Percocet's at the circus with Kirk Cameron
Standing in satin Hammer pants nervous and stammerin
Bursting cannons at cannibals slurpin cans of squirt with mannequins
Danimals licking yogurt from they mandibles
Famished, naked nurses with cans as big as the Earth is
Handing me burgers with sandwiches Candice Bergin
[Verse 2:]
Copasetic my necklace was so deceptive
Told me that my check was supposed to be here before breakfast
I'm no detective, poked my nose in the septic
Tank while I'm robbin a bank on the coast of Texas
Posted becks bail drove of in a stolen Lexus
[Danny!:]
I'm a narcissist with moxy
A Marxist by proxy
My life is a motherfucking farce, just watch me
My wife is a motherfucking heartless Nazi
We get along though, she's a ping pong pro
Money out the wazoo she got King Kong dough (So?)
That's the reason why I stick with her (Oh)
Grab the keys and drive to Pittsbizzurgh
Stack the cheese and buy her pit litter
A sick spitter yo I saw the big picture though
Flew up to Chi town and caught her kid sisters show
Toes down up and the fingernails matchin'
But the whole fuck up sound like Tinkerbell rappin
And she was ready for some single male action
So I made my self drink a pail of Captain Morgan
One drum of rum will have me rapping foreign
Like humdumalemalem is that Dezach Dejournen
Me and Danny Brown rockin matchin hand me downs
Letterman sweaters damn we some panty hounds
Scoopin chicks from the greasy spoon
Been a freak ever since I stuck my feet out Anise's womb
[Danny Brown (Danny!):]
If Kush got purple hair like a hood rat
Why you still beg for smoke ex and where the goods at
(Look at all of these rappers that's unemployed
Ya boy is a coked out version of pastor Troy)
This the real McCoy you rappers is decoys
At the end of all the games you a bitch like Metroid
Call em Samus (but don't forget the hammers)
We smut the prom queen and jumped the big man on campus
(And us against them damn bruh it can't be tamed
Call the goons have your granny driving candy rain)
Danny Brown and Danny Swain, don't confuse the name
Got fire in our brain like Ichabod Crane
(Like Ichabod Crane?)
I think they insane (shining like the sun)
But ain't no diamonds in my chain
Nigga you dead wrong (Nigga we headstrong)
Nice as [?] with foghorn leghorn
(Dreams of sexing Ellen Cleghorne
Knocking up the broke bitches they all having my kids)
I show you what it is and what it all could be
Couldn't write it in your afterlife
[Verse 1:]
I'm the most prolific artist, tried to oust Picasso
Used my whole head; nose bled, rhymes out the nostrils
I always ate supper but my supplement's determination
Dropped a couple hints and yearned for greatness
Mama I'm GONNA sing
I used to keep a stack of records from Stax
A record in fact, never met a cat with more records than that
Ample samples for pickin', my hands was cramped from the mixin'
But dammit Dan's so ambitious, I think he's on to somethin'
Slept on so much it should've been a felony
Led on so much from lies these niggas sellin' me
I k-kept on per good advice my friends would tell to me
Now I'm the best on the scene, my seams is bustin', Della Reese
And thanks to Jocelyn
I ain't had to worry 'bout the gangsta posturin'
She kept my head afloat when all them gangs was watchin' and
Told me to be myself and now D. Swain's on top again
[Bridge #1:]
Danny was bored
So he dropped a classic album
Wound up at the Grammy Awards
Below the stage, front page
That means I'm smarter than you other rappers, truth hurts
Snuck a peek up Robin Troup's skirt, while you watched at home
Keep watchin' holmes (catch up niggas)
[Chorus]
The world is yours baby, and that's the truth
Don't ever let nobody tell you what you can and what you can't do
(True!) 'Cause in this life you only get a chance or two
(True!) Don't take these dreams for granted, make your plans and move
The world is yours baby, all you have to do is try
You're bound to reach the stars if you just shoot for the sky
So shoot for the sky...just shoot for the sky
"World...world...it's the world famous" - M.O.P.
[Danny!:] "D. Swain..."
[M.O.P.:] "...world..."
[Kanye West:] "...the world is mine!"
[Verse 2:]
Now watch me soar across the skies y'all
Ambition big as Tracee Ellis Ross's eyeballs
They thought I'd gone and forgot my Roots like Dice Raw
(Never that) Eat competition like a Tyson brawl
Chew you up and spit you out
They told me n-never argue with fools
So I stayed in my lane just like a car pool
Stayed true to myself and dammit if it didn't pay off
Critics' predictions way off
But you know I shed some tears; +Why Must I Cry+ like Reh Dogg?
Why must I stress, a lot can happen in a year's time
I disappeared so my career would be revered, I'm
Still tryin' to climb and make my mark just like brasierre lines
Would've had a singer on this track but Britney Spears declined
But no worries, too much at stake to lose
Cats be like "if this corny nigga can make it, then I can make it too"
Now I'm their inspiration but no one will come
As far as me, star of "D. Swain Motivation 101", +Let's Get It+
[Bridge #2:]
I thought I told you I won't lose, I'm in my prime
While all y'all struggle with the "wish-I-had-skills-but-I-don't" blues
You tried to deny me but I don't give a flying fuck
I'm on iTunes, you're on iSuck
Ya time's up nigga
Aiight boys and girls, take your seats
Class is about to start any minute
This is the lesson, I'm 'bout to show y'all how to do it
[Verse 1:]
Uh, make way bitch, I'm comin' through
I'm Danny Swain, nigga who the fuck is you?
I'm a blast from the past
So second-guessin' his ass is a bad suggestion
But class is in session
I know you're mad and depressed
When I brag I'm the best, +Ain't No Half-Steppin'+
Take your pencils out your bag, I'm testin'
I'm askin' questions, so grasp the lesson, huh?
Number one: who's the realest MC?
The answer's "me", b-boy stance is enchantin'
And I spit rhymes candidly
All I need is a mic, sweatpants and a tee
Number two: who's the best producer?
It ain't you bruh, guess again
My instrumentals will impress your friends
Hell yeah, pay attention unless you intend
To fail, this is the lesson y'all
Aiight for starters y'all need to stop
With all that "kill kill, murder murder" shit
Y'all niggas ain't ever seen blood
Except from your sister's period
Don't even try it...c'mon now
[Chorus: scratches by Danny]
[Pharoahe Monch:] "Y-y-y'all know the name"
[Danny:] "D. Swain"
[Charli Baltimore:] "G-get it right"
[Pharoahe Monch:] "Y'all...know"
[Danny:] "D. Swain"
[Jadakiss:] "Sl-slow down...slow down"
[Verse 2:]
D. Swain, I'm the next to set it
So put the hatin' to the side, I suggest you dead it
Commit to the best, guess I've got a success fetish
You'll be staying after class for some extra credit
If you don't take notes, you dope
Tryin' to pass off as an MC with them fake quotes you wrote
Talkin' 'bout you did this and did that
With the click-clack, that's your pop's gun nigga, give it back
Gotta show these rap cats how to do this, son
Producer-slash-MC, I'm a two-for-one
Whose rhymes is more clever? I'm a sure-better
Designed for your pleasure, you guys is sore-headed
Like lime and orange sweaters, your style is tacky
You're better off sweepin' trash piles at Zaxby's
Meanwhile I'ma smile at that weak
Shit you tryin' to kick, kinda quick with the gimmicks
Is you in it to win it or what?
'Cause I am...I'ma teach you the rules of the game man
Don't rap about shit that you ain't got
We see right through you dog...lyin' ass
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I'm teachin' rappers how to keep in practice
But they're looking at me funny like I'm speaking backward
Sleep in class or read a mag with tig ol' bitties
And I'll bet your ass'll fail, and get a 50
On this test that I'm passin' out
You better throw all your chances of passin' out
When you see your test scores you'll be passin' out
And your skills'll still stink, if you pass an outhouse
You probably couldn't even tell the difference
Your whole flow's like a bowl of Kibbles and Bits and shit
I hope you fuckers paid a little attention
It's a shame that the dean got rid of detention
'Cause I'd let you sit there
'Til you learn how to get to where you need to be, lyrically
Instead of focusing on fame and bucks
It's D. Swain, here to help you step your rap game up
Pens down
It ain't about makin' money all the time, man
It's about makin' a statement...learn a lesson
[Pharoahe Monch:] "Y-y-y'all know the name"
[Danny:] "D. Swain"
[Verse 1]
Sick of these cats, with their "sicker than" raps
They sicker than this, they sicker than that
Well while you're sicker than that
I'm gettin' your sister to lick on my fat
D-I-C-K, oh why did he say that?
Ha, because I can muthafucka
I'll never grow up, like Peter Pan muthafucka
I'll +NeverLand+...I soar pass the lights
And the weatherman said my forecast was bright
+Whateva Man+ like Redman, muddy waters
But now I'm livin' large like a pudgy doctor
I thought I told you son-of-a-bitches
To shut up and listen
But naw, you just wanted to pitch fits
So now I've got the whole state suckin' my big dick
I TOLD y'all niggas, then I SHOWED y'all niggas
You can't knock this little boy's hustle
I'm just a dude doin' my thing, then I
Found a way and
Now I'm sayin'
Ha, ha ha
[Chorus]
Ah, ha...I told you so
It's D. Swain and I'm comin' with a whole new flow
I'm laughin'...ha ha ha, I'm laughin'
Now now now...two plus one, nigga do the math
I be stirrin' up the game like some half & half
Now guess who got the last laugh?
Danny got the last laugh
[Verse 2]
Trackmaster D. Swain, alias Danny
(Yo what the fuck you drinkin' on?) Maybe it's brandy
Which singer's gonna give me ass? Maybe it's Brandy
She needs the publicity
People butt-kissin' me
Ever since I got my scrawny ass on TV
Before they wouldn't even try to rap on my CD
But now I've got the ghost-tops askin' to eat me
The change was real drastic
And it really hurt when niggas
Called me Kanye West, I'm past it
A better description is A Tribe Called Quest on acid
Or EPMD on LSD
Is Danny makin' moves now? Well let's see:
So much cream, a nigga is past rich
(He ain't really sayin' nothin' yo)
Kiss my ass, bitch
My cash cow got the people askin' how
My ass about to blow up, look who's laughin' now
[Verse 1]
3:30 and I wanna leave early
Tryin' to survive really, this 9-to-5 is killin' me
Contemplatin' on taking a quiet drive to Philly
When I got this text message on my cell, what the hell
Now I'm scratchin' my head, who is Lisa?
Did I meet her last week at one of my shows
Or is she just another one of my hoes, I wanna know, fuck it
Try somethin', I hit the reply button
She hit me back, and said it was me that her thighs wantin'
She said my frat brother gave her my digits
And now she wanna do some thangs to me that's major explicit
Awww, +I See Now+
Temptation's got my number on speed dial
'Cause it's always callin'
Fightin' with my conscience in the hallways, brawlin'
Pause, wait, stall then reply to that
Tried to act like it ain't faze me
D. Swain's reluctant
I tried to change the subject
What, she don't know I got a baby moms
Cheated on her crazy times
Got caught, maybe I'm too lazy with mine
The good Lord gave me a spine, it's time to put it to use
...sent her some bullshit text, talkin' 'bout
"How's your day goin'" or some shit like that
I ain't get hit right back, sort of relieved
So now I can focus on stackin' my paper like George and Louise
I'm still sittin' in my cubicle
No sleep for me tonight
Phone beep and Lisa's like "Listen what I can do to you"
She said when givin' head, she's the best of course
And some other raunchy shit, but the text cut short
Gift horse, and I'm lookin' at it dead in the mouth
Instead of the South, I should've moved to Maryland
My head is about, to explode
Don't wanna fold
Gotta play my cards right
Sort of like Solitaire and 'em
I swear it's been a minute...
Since temptation reared its ugly head
I'm headed for hell
If my baby momma finds out, I'm headed for worse
I'm famous now, groupies wanna give me head, it's a curse
Damn...this chick's waitin' for a reply
+Young, Fly, Flashy+ I could make Jermaine Dupri cry
So I see why she's sweatin' me
Wanna bang her out, but my conscience ain't lettin' me
Tryin' to ignore her but this chick's still textin' me
She never met me, but she wanna get in bed with me
They say an idle mind is the devil's playground
In my case, Satan's been on the jungle gym for seven days now
Infidelity, celibacy, jealousy
Plus I hate to have another woman's smell on me
So many reasons to say no
So why am I hittin' this girl back like,
"Meet me at eight yo"?
[Chorus: scratches by Danny]
Don't get it wrong, this isn't a chick song
It's long, so just be patient
Temptation is so strong, I'm gone
"Keep...keep...keepin'...keepin' my spirit alive...
I...I...I...I've thrived" - Pep Love
Don't get it wrong, this isn't a chick song
It's long, so just be patient...
"Squeeze...squeeze...squeeze off 'til I'm empty,
don't tempt me" - the Notorious BIG
"'Cause I'm go...I'm goin'...'cause I'm
goin' through thangs" - Rapper Big Pooh
[Verse 2]
4:30, boss let me off early
Three cheers for black power
Let me off a half-hour
Before "Headliners and Legends with Matt Lauer"
Oops, hold on a minute wait
I plumb forgot, that I had a damn dinner date
I'll scoop her up at ten 'til eight
Slackin' if I ever let my pimp game disintegrate
I tend to make a mountain out of a molehill
What I'm goin' through is so real
Birth control pills?
I hope she's got 'em, stop son
Pump your brakes
Three things I love in this world: pussy, money and steak
If someone opened a door, would he run and escape?
Look at these dummies with cake
Oh how I pretend to hate them
Now I'm fixin' to emulate 'em
Use my star status for a one-night stand
But we supposed to have some fun right? Damn
Man...I can't do it
Damn, is Dan foolish
Cancelled all plans, that's when temptation
Began to be a nuisance
Excuses is useless
I tried to tell her that I can't make it
She said "You can't just make some muthafuckin' plans and break it
Besides I wanna do a strip for you and dance naked
Damn Danny, I'm throwin' coochie in your hands, take it!"
Take it? Take it as a sign from God
S'posed to be a Christian but I ain't doin' my job
Just then I heard a nice voice
Tellin' me to make the right choice
Stop livin' life like a slob
Was it God or a commercial on the radio?
Could've been both, but either way I'm goin' crazy yo
I wanna give in, but livin' in sin is a horrible thing
Can't deal with any more flings
So I decided I ain't gonna go through with it
If for no other reason so my
Baby's mother doesn't fuss and go into a fit
Fast-forward, four hours later
Man, how could I do this shit?
I'm in her bed lookin' up at the muthafuckin' ceiling fan
It wasn't even that fulfilling, damn
The girl was hardly even worth it
Now she got the nerve to tell me she's in love
Hello...earth to chick!
Can't you see that we in deep shit now?
My career's in jeopardy if just a peep gets out
So keep shit out, ya mouth
Don't say nothin'
Matter fact, here's a couple bucks
DON'T SAY NOTHIN'
I make music, now it's time to face it
Sex has always been my vice and now it's time to embrace it
Made her promise not to say shit
I reach for my pants
There go my WWJD bracelet
[Verse 1:]
Hello! This is my tattered fedora flow
What's the matter? You mad at your horoscope?
Nigga switch your sound and quit your whining
Matter fact switch your whole feathered persona
Fubu is for boobs switch to dolce and gabana
Three cheers for perseverance
Plan B for my career? Havin verse of the year clearance
Tight shit, write shit well and get tracks bought
Strike rich type hits, sell em to Black Thought
And make a killing a million or more
Stealing your ceilings and floors
Chillin with?
They like to role play and dress as new cops
Gotta go coolio we is getting too hot
If they had twins she prolly have two pacs
I gay bash men you like to grab dudes cocks
Nah I'm only kidding just me old me
An equal opportunity bigot, EOB
[Verse 2:]
Piece to section eight keep the riff raff pissed
Piece to Megan bass with them big ass tits
That keep me warm at night your more than tight
You're the amplifier jacks in my cordless mic
Splish splash I was taking a bath
Made it a habit to snap emcees and break em in half
Don't know what happened to the patience I had
He's just a faker and a snake in the grass real talk homie
If I'm a liar than Pinocchio isn't
You mad this album's full of fire and colloquialisms
Rented out the chapel for my bachelor party and sent the choir to a Tokyo prison
Yeah
You know I had to do a remix, right?
D. Swain, let's go
[Verse 1:]
Hate crimes, rape, lies, feelings of hopelessness
Crack fiends on the corner looking for dope to get
Teenage mothers and the stress that they copin' with
Drunk babydaddys beatin' on 'em with open fists
And this the thanks that we supposed to get
I got a big can of worms, pardon me if I open it
But I gotta speak this before somebody else does
So bump this in your speakers from the lobbies to the health clubs
America, we owe you so much more
But our problems keep poppin' up like a doughnut store
We borrow money from our little brother just to stay high
But when we pass him on the street, we don't even say hi
America, if you had a face
You'd be shedding tears
And I'll bet that you'd be all cried out
Man I wish this was a game so I could call time-out
Or a foul or somethin'
Baby it's now or nothin'
I wanna talk to you
[Chorus: x2]
I wanna talk to you
I wanna talk to you
[Verse 2:]
'Cause we disgrace you everyday while AIDS runs rampant
Activists for civil rights? Yeah, they parade on campus
But their campaigns are falling on deaf ears
And it's a damn shame racism is dead everywhere except here
One person uses drugs to escape the pain
Times that by a million and, what do you gain?
A million Americans are addicts, man I've had it
Up to here, maybe better luck next year
Yo it's about time we had this little heart-to-heart
'Cause other people wouldn't have the heart to start
To sit and speak to you like you was a real person
I'm talkin' to you like you was a real person
And as the mouthpiece
Of every single citizen without peace
Direction and leadership
I'ma spit it 'til your ears can't believe this shit
We got weapons of mass destruction, and we is it
I wanna talk to you
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Man I'll be damned if I have other people choosin' my role
I swear this shit'll have you losing control
I'm just a baby boy, 21, brand new to the polls
But I'll be voting like I'm used to the rigamarole
Livin' in cold for so long, my hands have frostbite
But I'm happy that we're having this talk like
My thoughts might, start a revolution of sorts
I'd be glad to be a leader, let me carry a torch
To spark a generation of youth
I'm penetratin' the truth
With the words that I spit in the booth
And I ain't trying to give a sob story
But the truth is, America you've been robbed of glory
You've had it rough, bad luck
Name dragged in mud
And I've had enough
But if everybody's to blame, then who must pay?
Am I the only one that cares about the USA?
I wanna talk to you
[Verse 1: Peace]
See, strange fruit comes from strange roots
It's a shame; why we afraid of truth?
...Truth is, while people we wanna be hangin'
In the streets and brag about all the dope we be slangin'
I'm maintainin', even though it gets deep
I often wonder, why my people so weak?
Some nights I can't sleep, I should be restin' my mind
Waking up from nightmares of us hangin' like vines
To me, it's a mystery
Seems like, some cats repeatin' history
I got a question: why we hate each other so much?
Another question: why we don't wish each other good luck?
Ridin' in my truck, I be bumpin' them oldies
"Young, Gifted and Black"; that's what Hathaway told me
And my parents showed me, how to act properly
And that's why I know I ain't gotta be
[Chorus: 'Drea and Danny!]
(Strange fruit) I ain't ashamed to say it
I don't think that we advancin', black
People still be plantin' that
(Strange fruit) I don't know what it is
That made us tolerate this hatred for so many years
I'm talkin'
(Strange fruit) Down here, where the mansions' at
You can find 'em where the branch is at
Take a glance at that
(Strange fruit) Can somebody please
Tell me what's goin' on?
What's goin' on...
[Verse 2: Danny!]
Yo, what do you mean I can't
Get this hotel room?
For those of y'all just tunin' in, I'm fumin' again
I'm on tour with two of my friends, we zoomin' again
From city to city, we sippin' on Peruvian gin
But now we sippin' from the cup of reality
A couple legalities are bein' broken
I know this ain't right
How you gon' tell me I can't get this hotel room tonight?
When I talked with you befo' on the phone, you was nice
Now I'm here in the flesh, and I guess that you see
That my skin colour just isn't what you thought it would be
Now is it? ... Look at me when I'm talkin' to you
You don't really wanna get hit with a lawsuit, do you?
You told me it was vacant
When makin' the reservation
Now after seein' my face
Your racism is blatant
I hate to say it but damn...it's hard enough bein' a black man
You treatin' me different because I'm black, man?
[Chorus: 'Drea and Peace]
(Strange fruit) I ain't ashamed to say it
I don't think that we advancin', black
People still be plantin' that
(Strange fruit) I don't know what it is
That made us tolerate this hatred for so many years
I'm talkin'
(Strange fruit) Down here, where the mansions' at
You can find 'em where the branch is at
Take a glance at that
(Strange fruit) Can somebody please
Tell me what's goin' on?
What's goin' on...
[Bridge: Danny! and Peace]
[Danny!]
Aww c'mon Peace, see how they gon' do me like that man?
[Peace]
Yeah, that's the way it is though...don't sweat it
[Danny!]
No doubt...
[Verse 3: Danny! and Peace]
[Danny!]
I'm glad I talked to you, and got your two cents
I'm through ventin'
Got a new dent in my mind, I had to mention
[Peace]
I'm glad you listened
To my advice and what I told you
Those situations are what we go through
[Danny!]
Throwin' two fists in the sky, it's you and I
Pluckin' our people from these trees
One root at a time
[Peace]
I feel that rhyme
And your two cents
Let's bounce; this cat is actin' like a nuisance
[Chorus x2: 'Drea, Danny! and Peace]
[Outro: Danny! and Peace]
[Danny!]
I guess that's the way it is, huh
[Peace]
Yeah, that's how it's goin' down
[Danny!]
Yeah, it's all good...fuck it, let's get on through man...
I guess history keeps repeating itself
[Peace]
Yeah, we just gotta deal with it though
[Danny!]
Yea, it's kinda like a love story man
Ya dig
[Verse 1:]
Yo it was all a dream, I used to refurbish gasoline
And sell it for the low second hand fuel
Biggie in the headphones Method Mans cool
Back of the class ass playing Tetris in school
But I came along way pursuing my dreams
A television 52 inch screen
Now I got me wishing I could give the fame back to the game
Now matter how many groupies it brings
Cause you were my Nubian queen
Among other dubious things
I used to call you, I'd call you on every weekend
When it comes to my career, you helped quite a bit
And when I felt like shit, you would be right there
My girlfriend and no one in the world could replace you
I remember when you helped me write the hook for "Strange Fruit"
It was our dream, not mine
You used to tell me that you'd say a little prayer
'Til the day that I got signed
I never thought that we would separate
But I guess you lost your patience
Wastin' time on me and my occupation
I kept you waitin', I was focused on my goal
While you was focused on your role as the significant other
But if this was love, I never should've put you on the backburner
Learned my lesson, wishing you could see me now
G's, TV's and three CD's, wow
I hope you still got love for me
[Verse 2:]
I wish that I could tell you every word that I could
And yes, my third album's still certified wood
But at least it got my name to buzzin'
Copped a little fame, it's nothin'
Cousins comin' out the woodworks like I'm Dame or somethin'
I dashed to glory, and that's the story
I even tried to reconcile, of course you had to ignore me
But you see I'm living clean now
LRG jeans now
Plus your stepmother said she'd seen you in town, now
I tried to link up, and you said Tuesday
So I went around the hood like a bootleg Lupe
Stopped and asked
How to get to Dobson Ave
And ran into a friend that saw you last
I asked when's the last he heard from
He said you had two kids and
Now you're on your third one, I still got love for you girl
Psyche!
Yeah
South Carolina stand the fuck up
And if you ain't from around here
I suggest you get from around here, ya'heard
It's about to get real ugly
[Chorus:]
You better tip-toe when you in the Metro
Boy it's gettin' wild down here (so stay away)
You don't wanna be found in C-Town, with your guard down
Don't you know they smell your fear (so stay away)
If you wanna run your mouth then them guns come out
Boy Columbia don't play no games (so stay away)
Cap City, everybody rap with me
'Cause you know ain't a damn thing changed (so stay away)
[Verse 1:]
Where niggas'll mean-mug ya
Believe me, I seen the gutter
They'll squeeze and release
Leave your brains creamy like peanut butter
Where cigarette smoke clouds the atmosphere
And where they're trying to bring button-ups back this year
I'm from the land of the free, the home of the brave
Where sorry niggas take a stripper home to get laid
And everybody roll up on twenty-inch chrome blades
I guess their light bills won't get paid
I'm from the city where the cops surround you
Hold you down on the ground with them cuffs around you
If you try to get tough, they'll pound you
Lock you in a cell, face swoll
All the inmates clown you
Don't be surprised if you're gonna need a ride
'Cause your car got tooken, left the keys inside
Little kids gangbangin' and they're just knee-high
And if you're an out-of-towner they can see it in your eyes
[Danny!: talking]
Yeah, you see that?
That's your brains splattered all over the sidewalk
'Cause you just got popped
Told you to stay away
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Last Monday I saw niggas
Just runnin' down Broad River
Boostin' a gas station
For money and hard liquor
And every cop got a canine truck
Last week I saw a grandmother throwin' gang signs up
Even if you held your breath 'til your face turned purple
You still can't escape gettin' chased down Percival
Mexicans curse at you
For steppin' on their turf, dude
On Harden Street, they hardly beef
Oops! That's a mistake yo, pardon me
Over there, all they ever do is drink and smoke
Cab drivers gettin' robbed, old women get choked
Them Rosewood niggas
Them up-to-no-good niggas
They always plottin' on somethin', misunderstood niggas
And if you ever wind up in Woodfield
Watch your back homie, 'cause you could get killed
[Danny!: talking]
Yeah, peace to Ill Shawn
Stay out of Woodfield, he'll tell you all about it
When they pull out the AK it goes "thump-thump-thump"
When they pull out the AK your heartbeat goes "thump-thump-thump", nigga
I'm tryin' to tell ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
So Metro! Stand up
Yo we pop a lot of junk like Fred Sanford trucks
Police always got our hands in cuffs
Niggas still walk around with their pants leg up
Middle-aged women look like Michael Jackson does
And you can't get a deal unless you rap about clubs
Grimey niggas givin' daps and hugs
Sayin' "that's what's up"
Then they stab you in the guts
Bums piss in a cup, give 'em a minute and DAMN!
Now they settin' up lemonade stands
Motels double as whore houses
So niggas on the block can get their rocks off
Next thing you know they're in the clinic with their socks off
Shoes off, green face
Better stay away, it's a mean place
[Danny!: talking]
I'm tryin' to tell you man, stay the hell out of Columbia dog
You don't even want it
I wouldn't even risk it if I were you man
One time somebody came here from Massachusetts, just visitin'
And next thing you know this cat's on the back of a milk carton and stuff
That's some serious stuff man
I'd stay away if I were you
Gather round gather round I got another story to tell
Streets robbed me I wasn't educated properly
But fuck that I needed money for a Harley
Multi-colored streamers handlebars looking gnarly
Parked outside the bar security didn't card me
One of the perks of having a big penis
My blood sugar low like stabbing the kids' fingers
And Danger Mouse was at the spot looking dapper
Flagged the bartender and ordered a red snapper
So where was me and gnarls Barkley? At the Mardi gras
Posted up at this rinky dink bougie artsy bar
I overheard these two drunken fools lose it
Couldn't make it out my assumptions YouTube or shit
Or MySpace plays some artist that they came across
Popping shit about him talking like he lame or soft
Like Blahzay Blah, where the fuck they find him?
Turned around when I heard Def Jux shouldn't a signed him
Nigga what? Cracked a bottle in the fit of rage
Disengaged stabbed the second goofy in his ribcage
The first clown I gave him a Mike Tyson
Straight up and knife sliced him and gave him a nice bitin
Then I grabbed their heads banged em on the wall
Yo repeatedly frequently brains was on the floor
Man D Swain does it all took my size 17's and put the pain to they jaw
One stomp for the blogs that overlooked me
Two stomps for the promoters that never booked me
Three stomps for you fickle ass fucks
That say my shit is weak and think that Nickelback sucks
Blood was everywhere I was feeling good even did my Eddie Haskell dance
SugaLow was like "I ain't know you was a Dizzee Rascal fan? "
Well goddamn this isn't beef thought them boys was dissin me
Seven hours later called up Tiffany from the precinct
Loyal to a T but her feet stink
Bailed me out of jail even though her man was hatin on me
Gather round gather round I got a story to tell
D Swain strike a nerve of bitches that read Zane
And swallow how many grits? I'm back on my misogyny tip
(You got your heart broke?) Probably bitch
(Man up with your god damn McGruff lookin ass.)
Yo met this chick Amanda in cooking class
Took a last minute slot for the low low
Put some sassafras in the pot with the pollo
Impressed the hoe yo, teacher say "now you cookin with gas"
Introduced myself I said it's nice to meet ya
I'd like to meet ya mixed with basil leaves and sliced paprika
But why'd you jump on table 3 and bite the teacher?
She punched me in my food box made off with my two socks
Damn girl you know I like some rough
Other guys might give up but I'm in it to win it in it for spinach
I'm so discreet whispered to her can I poke the ovaries with the kosher beef?
We can smoke a stogie afterwards and go to sleep
Feelin' fly in my endeavors she said "why I never!
How dare you disrespect me boy you got me mixed up"
20 minutes later I was digging out the thick slut
Of course my aims is to one night stand it
She telling me commitment is something she can manage god damnit
Too arrogant to tell her what my plan is
[Verse 1:]
It's 10:00 on Friday
I'm 'bout to hit the highway
I got my pistol just in case somebody wanna try me
I'm headed to the club
So I can get messed up
I'm gonna holla at the chickenheads and press my luck
I've gotta freshen up
Oh, snap! Look at Danny
Daps, smiles, Black & Milds
Everybody actin' wild
And rowdy in the parking lot
All it's gonna take for me
Is two swigs of Armadale to get this fuckin' party hot
Whoever wanna see ID
Get popped up in their E-Y-E
I'm just trying to have a little fun up in the V.I.P.
These strippers gettin' restless
They wanna hold my necklace
They wanna dance around a pole for me and get butt naked
And I don't mind at all
Final call for alcohol
Wylin' out, cocky like I had a hundred thousand balls
It's, time to get it pumpin'
Listen to the music bumpin'
Club packed, dub sack
I'm gon' make you love this track, c'mon
[Chorus: x2]
We at the club tonight
We'll make you feel all right
This is the second time
And we gon' do things right
We came to claim the crown
We 'bout to lay shit down
Because (this time, we)
We almost made it now
[Verse 2:]
One Mississippi
And two Mississippi
By the time we get to ten, we gon' all be real tipsy
When I sip up on the Crissy
Ditzy bitches lookin' pretty
Liquor got me +So Gone+ like, Monica and Missy
I'm about to roll the sticky but
Oh, snap! Look at shawty
She got the tongue ring gleamin' like it's looking for me
I'm 'bout to spit some game
Grey Goose the one to blame
I ain't gon' leave this muthafucka 'til I get some brain
Hey shawty, what's your name?
"Candy Cane!"
Perfect; with a name like that I KNOW you can work it
Twerk it, put it in your mouth, don't hurt it
Like you're supposed ta
Girl you gotta work hard for a damn Danny poster
Posted up, with a case of vodka
Pimped out like steak and lobster
I do my dirt and then forget it 'til the cases pop up
Stay lookin' proper you can catch me dressed to def
With my waves, Timbs
Grey Benz
I'm gon' make you dance, c'mon c'mon
[Verse 1:]
Fuck rappin' 'bout a broad
Rappin' 'bout a necklace
Rappin' 'bout some sex, man I'm rappin' 'bout my breakfast
So pass the coffee
If Asher Roth did this
You would probably give his ass a pass, get off me
Softly
Mix my flappy jacks with some sassafras and toffee
Grab a tab of frothy
Cheese for my broth, B
Raisin oatmeal with the soy milk? Nah-uh
I'd rather have the french toast, you want some
Don't come, near my plate unless you want a severed hand
And when it comes to cereal don't pick whatever brand, never man
Them Apple Dapples is forever bland
And the fake Alpha Bits got funny letters, damn
You seen my cousin? This nigga makes the meanest English muffins
Hit up the Krispy Kreme, bring a dozen
Of them
Cinnamon rolls, save one for dinner
But for now, sausage and toast is for beginners
You wanna get with D. Swain, then don't be rude with them Toaster Strudels
If you're frugal with the food, nigga screw ya
[Chorus: x1.5]
Muffins with the blueberry spread
Cheese grits and scrambled eggs
Did ya hear what I said?
Save me some scrambled eggs
[Verse 2:]
One of the few fuckin' songs on this album with a hook
A breakfast connoisseur, maybe I should write a book
I'll give you hell if you ain't sellin' Belgian waffles
The fuck is turkey bacon? Man I swear that smell is awful
I like my hash browns scattered and smothered
Battered and covered with diced ham and splattered with mustard
I'm all about the fried potatoes, and sliced tomatoes
And beans and rice but I don't even like to try the bagels
This sunny side egg is lookin' like a cyclops
You know?
When I ain't spittin'
I'm out fightin' crime
'Cause I'm bad like that, uh
[Verse 1:]
Caped crusader
Stay souped with lasers
A gray deuce-deuce that I used to blaze
I slayed spooked troops in my youthful days
And flew away in the Spruce Goose, ruthless ways
Now you could say my style was aloof but hey
I gotta stay elusive
And that's why I moonlight as a producer, slash rapper
Slash ass-kicker, ridiculous rat bastards
Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel
Out the blue steel barrel, get ya crew killed
Harold from Peru filled the streets with pills for weeks
Had his operation based in Brazilian suites
Women swimmin' in counterfeit bills with grills for teeth
And had a half a mil' concealed beneath Building B
Ugh...received word they on the block
I got the call on my two-way radio watch
It was a Tuesday, shoes laced, gazed at my clock
Hope I can ruin their clientele in time to catch Seinfeld
Crime prevails daily, it's a hundred fanatics
That's why my hip's equipped with guns and gadgets
That's why my lip is stiff, no one can match it
That's why I dip whenever the sun comes, had it
With Harold and his shenanigans, everyone's frantic
When they peep the piece and the heat I brandish
Shut 'em down son, took 'em to police then vanished
I made it home but I just missed Costanza's antics, dammit!
Such a job is selfless
But the mayor feeds me eggs, corn cobs and shellfish
Rebellious for the hell of it, villains audacious
I'm still in my spaceship, I know that I can fly with my cape
But that's some lame shit, I'm cooler than that
Preservin' justice, just show me where the hooligans at
And this is my hooligan r-r-r-rap
[Danny!: talking]
And you know they don't give a brotha no superpowers
So I gotta keep more gats than a Papoose verse
You feel me?
[Chorus x2: scratches by Danny!]
[Danny!:] "D-D-D. Swain..."
[Street Life:] "...r-r-rhyme Writer..."
[Will Smith:] "The best...best...the best looking crime fighter..."
[Verse 2:]
In the daytime he's meek and mild-mannered
But the D. Swainmobile is sleek and piled with hammers
I got a slick pistol that I nicknamed Crystal
Her thick frame bristles when I exchange missiles
For some quick pain, whistle at her, see if she don't snub you
I keep the broad around but I don't ever say "I love you"
I stay between gats and my laser beam hats
George Bush the button to thwart a crook, it's nothin'
I got a fly chick as a sidekick
Always on her Sidekick, tryin to find some Jordan-signed kicks
I try to give her leeway; lost my utility belt
Assed-out for three days, she copped a new one from eBay
Heesheeeay! Blowticious, villains so vicious
Mutated goldfishes, magicians and old witches, and
Islamic crooks with atomic hooks
I done battled all of these cats, and still ain't no comic book!
Look! ("we don't believe you!") I know you hear my flows and doubt it
Don't believe me? Ask Edna Mode, she's the broad that sews my outfits
The sensational, back is the +Incredible+
D. Swain the Vigilante, back-handin' criminals
..but don't tell nobody
Yeah, regrets
Sometimes we don't know why we do what we do, man
We all make mistakes
Every last one of us has
Done some things that we ain't proud of
We're all human
So don't even try to act like
You're a perfect angel nigga
'Cause who is you foolin'?
D. Swain
[Verse 1:]
Whether it's beatin' your wife down or pushin' powder
Most of you cowards be doin' things you ain't proud of
Don't try to act like your life is all rosy and shit
Then try to judge me, nigga you don't know me and shit
You throw me a brick, but give me a break
It's bad enough tryin' to deal with my regrets on the daily
'Cause I had it rough, under stress goin' crazy
Gotta grab my nuts, it's a test that He gave me
Only He can save me, but yet and still you attack Swain
Just because I used to live my life in the fast lane
That's unacceptable
I know I'm young and restless
Though I've got a bigger conscience than the rest of you
It's best that you regard your mistakes as a lesson learned
Instead of regrets, respect you earn
We all have regrets, but that's a given
The name of the game is knowing how to live with 'em
[Chorus: scratches by Danny!]
The past is crazy, but the past made me
The man I am today, nothing's gonna stand in my way
Mandatory, no one else can plan it for me
Yo I'm layin' my regrets to rest, I'ma be okay
[unknown:] "Wh-wh-what are we talking about here"
[Jay-Z:] "In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets"
[T.I.:] "St-still ain't forgave myself"
[Guru:] "Steady at it...d-d-deadly habits"
[Verse 2:]
I've got a lot of remorse for stupid things that I did
I could've been settled by now, had a wife and a kid
Didn't have a father figure in my life when I slid
He created me and dipped the fuck out like Michael Biv'
And I think that's why I am the way I am today
Too afraid of being him to start a fam-i-lay
I'm sick of lettin' these regrets stand in my way
Too many damn mistakes made, could've landed me in J-
A-I-L, think of all the lies that I'd tell
All the hearts that I would break and all the times I fell
I wish I never got that password from Miss Payton
Man I wish I hadn't left Teresa waitin'
I wish I gave a bigger plate of F.O.O.D. to my ace boon coon
And hadn't my first taste of poon way too soon
Won't let the past change my destiny
Best believe I ain't gon' let regrets get the best of me
Never
[Chorus]
Yeah...y'all know exactly what I'm talkin' 'bout man
1,2...yo I'm talkin' 'bout regrets man
Yeah, 2005, Flipside, you know what time it is
Shit, you gotta learn how to deal with these regrets man
Off top, I keep it real but uh, I can't front
There's a lot of stuff I still gotta let go of though
[Verse 1:]
Picture me tryin' to prove myself
Like I'm convinced a shot of vodka would improve my health
Or move my wealth to seven-hundred-and-four figures
Got more niggas tryin' to hate on my flow than Rah Digga
Bigger balls than last year, I'm cocky as ever
And more fly than a box of Czechoslovakian sweaters
When I hop in the Jetta
I put my CD on blast
If you don't like me nigga fuck you, kiss my ass
I ain't got nothin' to prove, so you can beat it
Niggas heated when I breathe on the mic, I'm so conceited
I give a shit if you don't like what I'm rappin'
Go back to your rims, your grills, your pills, your ice and your trappin'
Y'all ignorant niggas, y'all need help
Don't you know my track record? Man it speaks for itself
I kept the best beats for myself
My instrumentals out of reach on the shelf
You can't touch me
[Chorus: x2]
I don't need to prove myself
I don't need to prove myself
[Verse 2:]
How many times must I tell ya?
Catering to everyone turns you to a failure
That's why I don't get mad when they say that I'm wack
Or hate on my tracks, talkin' all that shit in my ear, yeah
Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here
The first cat to drop an album and get rich in one year
Got more status in my pinky than Patricia Romer'
In her whole career
Charismatic with a capital K
The Smooth Kriminal is back to put the wackness to shame
It didn't have to happen this way
But I got sick of niggas rappin' the same
You need practice mayne
I'm in a class of my own
The rap game's George Thorogood, I'm +Bad To The Bone+
I'm glad to be home, quit talkin' all that trash on the phone
Don't call me with that bullshit, you can rap to the tone
Holla
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I give a fuck who you battled against
Underground/mainstream, yo I straddle the fence
When I step up to the mic, all the kids say "wow"
I'll bet you're probably gonna want me on your mixtape now
It's great how a dude tries to do his own thing
Tries to spread his own wings then a diss breaks out
First album that I dropped was a classic
Took it to the radio and then they tried to trash it
Callin' me a lame but really I'm the last sick
Nigga with a habit of kickin' niggas asses quick
And I don't really give a fuck about who's tough
You'd figure that the lyrics that I'm spittin' would be proof enough
But no; if I ain't talkin' 'bout 'caine-sniffin'
Wood grain-grippin', lane-switchin', bangin' the fifth
Then I ain't really sayin' shit or D. Swain is a bitch
But I ain't changin' what I spit until D. Swain is richer than you
The fuck I gotta listen to you for?
You niggas swear you're too hardcore, I'm havin' fun with this shit
[Danny!: talking]
Good evening ladies and gentleman
I've called this press conference today
To address a number of questions
That I'm sure a lot of you have of me
Uh, yes I'm signed to Def Jux now
Uh, yes I went to the Grammys last year
Ummmm, no I don't get a lot of love
Outside of the two or three people that know about me
Now that that's out of the way
I'd like to address anybody that's got any questions...ummm...
[Verse 1:]
Yes, you in the three-piece?
"I purchased your first three albums
But how do I find your beat CDs?"
Beats me; of course you COULD start down Limewire Avenue
Turn east on Kazaa Street and beep the horn at the main center
And tell 'em D. Swain sent ya
"Is it true you went to the Grammmys
Off of the strength of 'Charm'?"
Yes, I just extended my arm
I looked and saw my name on the ballot
But not enough votes were gained or tallied
Sad story, should've been nominated
For the "Overlooked MC" category
"Did you really get expelled for making 11 G's
Changing student's grades from F's to B's?"
Umm, next question please
"Hey yo Dan I'm your biggest fan but listen man
I'm tryin' to be like you! What's your secret to success?"
Jesus, sleep and sex
Next? Yes, you in the orange blazer
"I think you shouldn't joke on your views of our Lord and Savior"
Who's jokin' homie? My relationship with God is great
Although I did exaggerate: I haven't had sex since '98
Wait
[Chorus x2: scratches by Danny!]
[Ms. Jade:] "Split second I'm answering all questions..."
[Mos Def:] "N-n-niggas don't know but they front and don't ask..."
[The Notorious B.I.G.:] "...ya-ya-ya-ya need to ask me"
[Common:] "It's the questions, c'mon..."
[Verse 2:]
"What happened, thought you was managed by some lady at Sony?"
You know some ladies are phony, they try to play a jabroni
Homie I, might've jumped the gun but she could've called me
No hard feelings here but she's probably tryin' to blackball me, damn
"Well how do you feel about it?"
I'm gonna keep it real: I doubt it made a major difference
Ain't like I'm what the game's been missin'
Booth-attacker, wack producer/rapper, slash attempted hacker
Nah, I wouldn't have sold; my record would've went fools' gold
"Well what about the Def Jux deal now?"
I hope that it goes well so please wish me the best of luck for real now
Scared to put my future into somebody else's hands with somebody else's plans
Damn, somebody help this man
"Do you wanna get signed or don't you?"
Only if the money's right
My money's tight, I beg for table scraps on every Sunday night
But I ain't Marmaduke or Scooby-Doo, I paid a lot of Scooby dues
So Scooby Dooby Don't you try to screw me, dude
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
"Why come yo' name never gets mentioned?"
The game is payin' attention but dang
I think I'm goin' insane listenin
To the pub these others rappers get
My album made the Grammy shortlist, but I guess nobody gave a shit
"Well what'cha gonna do about it?"
Either take another breather
Or just take consumers hostage, brandishin' my mother's heater
Lead 'em into my basement, my cassette tape taped to their hands
And stand on a box and scream at 'em ("take this!")
"How come you and so-and-so ain't never collaborate?"
I'd love to elaborate, but maybe next Saturday, I don't
Hate 'em, I just sour-grapes 'em; takes a man to keep it movin'
Keep pursuin' my dreams, elitists keep on snoozin'
"You think you'll ever get the props you feel you deserve?"
Before that, I'll probably fuck around and join the Reserves
Or enlist in the French Legion, sit on the bench with heathens
Heavin' smoke from a peace pipe before niggas say "D's tight"
Yes, you in the back?
"I think what you're doing is wack
In fact this track'll never get burn
This conference has taken a nasty turn"
Um, please put your statement in the form of a question
Four minutes left in this informative session
[Danny!:]
When I got the phone call from my girl Boscoe
Askin' if I wanna go and grab some tacos
Yo I'm in the middle of Street Fighter X
I ain't tryna hit up all you can eat night again
But Boscoe was like "Ho put down the console
If you go to bed starvin' they'll hold me responsible"
She was right son the kid was hungry
So I stopped M. Bison from kicking Chun Li
And I pressed pause, put on my fresh drawers quickly
Yes ya'll even shaved my chest all spiffy
Then Nikkie Jean hit me, said she was in town for the week
And do I wanna come and join her in the sheets
Sweet hit up her suite an hour later
Frontwards backwards I'm a power player
Didn't want Boscoe to be mad I didn't meet her
So before I left home left the phone of the receiver
[Hook:]
Maybe he's sleeping, maybe he's I'll
(That's what I want her to think I'm such a stinker)
Phone disconnected, unpaid bill it's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
[Danny!:]
89.99 a month that is comical
No frills whole phone bill astronomical
My chips so tight
That's why I keep my talk time shorter than the head on a San Francisco dyke
[Che Grand:]
Sidekick vibratin' off the disco lights
The caller ID's read a "fuck my life"
Can't push ignore the cat's ringtone's spoldy oldy
But I ain't pickin' up unless this shit about some money
Preferably the type that I don't have yet
And you dudes need crackberry etiquette it's evident
But let me keep it relevant the data plan killing me
Move every three weeks so I don't see what they billing me
The fuckery, texting me to RSVP
To a show I'm not on duechebag get gone
Your buzz won't last long I pushed the power button
Callin' from an unknown like a nigga slow or somethin'
No, I'm thinking I may go to Morocco
Leave my cell phone an arm away message sayin swallow
Don't disturb the group but fuck the system
Besides that they got GPS's in em
[Hook:]
Maybe he's sleeping, maybe he's I'll
Phone disconnected, unpaid bill it's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
[Verse 1]
April 4th, 1998
Back when Marvin had the scooter with the shiny plates
Me and him would split a meal, everytime that we ate
We were happy just to get the tiniest taste
We were more than friends, we was like brothers
We ain't had much, but we had each other
Used to battle for his mother's
Affections...she used to treat me like a son yo
Piss poor, damn if we ain't had a lot of fun though
Sittin' on the stoop, we had our own rap group
Pipe dreams of being rich and famous by 19
But now I'm 22, and all I'd like to do
Is fight the dude
That got behind that wheel and snatched your life from you
A drunk driver took my partner from me
And to this day I still get nauseous every car that I see
R.I.P...."now you're gone"
[Danny!: talking]
Yeah
People clown me man, y'knowwhatI'msayin
I got into an accident not too long ago, and um
I still drive my car with the air bags hangin' out, y'know
And the front end all balled up and shit
They be like, "Yo Danny, yo what happened to your car man?"
I'ma start telling 'em, yo that's just Marvin trying to get me to come join him yo
Shit, maybe I will
[Verse 2]
October 23rd, 2001
I was just a lil' nigga that knew how to have fun
A couple personality flaws
I had a trust issue with bitches; my uncle told me 'never smile at these broads'
But I could sense that you was different from the day that I met you
They way you carried yourself, that way that I'd sweat you
I bet you never thought we'd be the best of friends
I had the best intentions, but let's pretend
For a second we never met; would you still have the memories
Of meeting me outside your dorm when it was only ten degrees?
Your hands was freezing when you told me 'keep pursuing your dreams'
But I ain't know that it would mean Danny losing a queen
I used to think that we would grow old together
But instead you chose to sever the ties
Forgive me for the lies..."now you're gone"
[Danny!: talking]
Shit, I can't front man
I cry at night sometimes, y'know?
I mean, what's this shit all worth
If the person you love isn't there to share it with you?
I know it's common knowledge that I took her for granted
Now I'm wishin' I can take it all back
[Verse 3]
November 14th, 2003
Nobody else at school was screamin' louder than me
When I discovered I was being expelled, for the hell of it
'You why you gettin' kicked out?' Forget it, it's irrelevant
D. Swain ain't never dwell on shit
So why would he start now?
The perfect time for him to depart, vowed
To make a name for myself
Get some fame, maybe gain some wealth (what else?)
I gave you the pain of a black man going through thangs
Just being myself and showing you Swain
Now a nigga feelin' disenchanted, jaded
'Cause instead of gettin' props, Danny got hated
Yeah I made it to the top, but I'm tossin' myself off
D. Swain kill his image? Chalk it up as a loss
[Verse:]
You off sides, better play your position
Like lost dice, I'm what the game's been missin
D. Swain's been fishin' for compliments, my competence
Has been wasted, I ain't seen my conscience since the spillage
Is he the illest? It depends who you ask that
Type of nigga to make a beat from violins and a hatrack
Humility, it stems from my cabbage patch
Rooted in my friends and my habitat, matter of fact
I chop a break fast for breakfast and
Beat a nigga to the punch for lunch
Dig in the bargain bin for dinner
The skinny nigga done made good
The media insists that I stay hood
But I never was to begin with
My penmanship is intricate
But Jay already said that it don't get you shit
So I would write it if y'all would get it
All y'all would-be critics must've mistook me for an idiot
I seem soft-spoken
But I need not for you to open your mouth
And hit me with obscene blog-postin'
"What's so special about him?
'Charm' is his best album
But he need to stop it with all that Kanye West-soundin'"
I +Heard It All Before+ like Miss Anderson
Don't mess with broads no more, I kiss mannequins
No Tylenol no more, I switched to Anacin
Schizofrenic, I guess my sanity is scramblin'
Ramblin', just to see if you're still here
I would've been blown up, supposedly
I came up with the Gnarls Barkley concept and they stole it from me
Even if everybody thinks I'm +Crazy+ I ain't never goin' under
Before I do that, I'll use my fame to gain Raven-Symone's phone number
No sleepin' pills needed; my dreams fulfilled believe it I'm back!
[Verse 1:]
I can flow with the best of 'em
Do shows with the rest of 'em
Mos Def, Kweli, Kanye West and 'em
But when it comes to doin' a gig
Down where I live, man the shit is ri-dic-u-lous
I did a show at the Colonial Center
But the crowd was real cold like the snow in the winter
Damn! It must've been the lyrics I spit
'Cause 'round here, they don't wanna hear no spiritual shit
Ain't nothin' worse than lookin' up at a (dead-eyed crowd)
And if I jumped into the audience, I bet I'd drown
'Cause I'm about one song, maybe two or three
Maybe four songs away from the crowd booing me
Feel like a failure when the crowd gets shady
Man this shit'll drive you (crazy)
I'm a product of the eighties
So I sit in my Mercedes, after a show
Then I cry like a baby but don't let nobody know
[Chorus:]
"I can turn it on
But I'm holdin' back the guarantee"
I get excited every time that I recite it
I can put it down but I can't make you like it
"I can turn it on
But I'm holdin' back the guarantee"
[Jay-Z:] ("All I need is the love of my crew
The whole industry can hate me, I'll thug my way through")
[Verse 2:]
It ain't the same when I perform in a different state
Up in Wisconsin they be feedin' me fish and steak
Don't get me wrong now, I love the Metro
And the Metro got love for me
But it's hard for me, to bring a new kind of sound
When all they wanna hear from me is "Second Time Around"
Damn! There's more to Columbia than thugs
And drugs, and studs and dubs and wylin' in the club, what
I got booed at a show downtown
But at the afterparty all I ever got was pounds
And daps; this one cat said "I like your raps
But could you talk about guns? That'd be kinda phat"
Dude I'll be right back...I took a stroll outside
And gave my head another blow to the bike rack
Now I ain't gotta rap about havin' guns, but instead
I can tell everybody I be bustin' heads, take 'em to the house
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
All I ever do is rock a show and hope for the best
I told a Seinfeld joke and it went over their head
And I ain't even tryin' to be the Dennis Miller of rap
I'm tryin' to get the crowd jumpin' 'til the ceiling collapse
'Cause on the mic +I Try+ hard like Macy Gray
And when the DJ puts on "Stay Away"
The whole crowd wyles out, and starts riots
But when he puts on "Talk To You" the whole room get quiet
Now I could get frustrated and forget the game
But that shit would be (crazy), yo I'd miss the fame
Catchin' flights to Korea, takin' trips to Spain
It'd take a whole lot of money to convince my brain
So until then, I'ma do what I does
It ain't the fame or the money, it's the music I love
...and if I ever get desperate
I'll fuck around and put Lil' Jon on a record, say I won't do it
[Verse:]
Yeah I'm lukewarm now but I was cold once
The rap game won't accept me, I ain't got gold fronts
I don't cruise on dubs, I don't shoot up clubs
I don't push weight homie, I never moved drugs
But I did start from the bottom
Had a hard head, soft bottom
And now the Billboard charts got him
Ranked at number one, and thanks to everyone
Who appreciates what I'm doin' here
The beats that I make are a keepsake, like a souvenir
But I wasn't always doin' music
I was stupid and foolish
Livin' life recklessly
Like the time when the magistrate arrested me
I was writin' like, check after check every week
Couldn't help it but the money interested me
But I wised up quick, best believe that
Now I only cop a sweater if I need that, yeah
I came a long way from pickin' up chicken at Dodge's
To bein' on stage, shimmyin' next to Roger
Those were the good days, but I'm forgettin'
Some of them didn't want me in, they said that I was different
So I fell back, and I prayed about it
Couple days later, heard them boys had came around and
Now I'm onstage with a cane, shoutin' my name
Yeah, y'all know the rest
Yeah, and there are many other instances to speak about
But I ain't mention 'em on purpose, had to leave 'em out
'Cause if I told you everything that I've been through
You'd probably wanna jump up out the window
And if I told you 'bout the things that I've seen
You might scream 'til your eyes pop out like high beams
Have your ass drinkin' Visine, yeah I did it my way
[Verse]
Depression mode in my dressing room
Pressure's on, grateful for my blessings
Though I think I found success too soon
How could it be like this?
Should've warned him if he got successful he might flip
Yeah my dreams are comin' true and all
But who do you call
When it seems the weight of the world
Is glued to your balls
I ain't being jokey, nigga this is serious
Running 'round in circles but my mind is the weariest
Why am I delirious? I got everything a brother could
Ask for, feel like I'm being smothered in asphalt
'Cause I let my problems trample all over me
Too many straws have got my camel fallin' on his knees
For example I -- oh hold on, hold on...lemme take this drink, hol' up (pours drink)
Now where was I?
Finally got my wings unclipped but now I'm scared to fly
But this ain't stage fright
Nigga this is e'ry night
Fans screaming, stampeding
Dan's speeding, movin' too fast
I can't even walk in the store anymore
Without a bunch of people standin' by the door
Asking for an autograph, man I oughta spazz out
But I gotta think about my daughter...
Speakin' of her, me and her mother are goin' through some thangs
Ever since - man fuck it, I gotta take...
I gotta take another drink, my bad (sips drink)
My momma said I'm actin' brand new
Said the fame changed me
But that can't be true
People that I used to call my buddy
Only actin' buddy-buddy
'Cause they want some money from me
And these honeys never came around before
Now I'm gettin' love from all these dames while I'm on tour
I wonder if they'd love me just the same if I was poor --
Yo, who's bangin' at my door?
("Six minutes, Danny Swain you're on!")
Man I ain't comin' out this room until my pain is gone
I...I need a couple seconds to sit and drink
Uh, I mean THINK...damn I can't think
Damn, what was I thinkin', I'm drinkin' again
Whether I sink or I swim, I know I gave it my best
Sometimes I -- I gotta, I gotta take another drink (pours drink)
I'm lonely and I'm nervous and I'm scared
Thought I wanted the fame, I guess I wasn't prepared
To be an overnight sensation
I hoped that I could take it in stride
I went from open mics to Vegas and died
Somewhere along the way; at least my sanity did
I didn't plan to be big, I just -- (sips drink)
I just wanted to shine
wanted my rhymes to reach the people one at a time
Funny how my small problems are all contributin'
To my biggest issue of all: my alcohol addiction
Is it me or is it...is it gettin' dark in here?
[Chorus: x2]
Be my, my baby (I really need you to)
Be my, my baby (let's make it me and you)
Be my, my baby (I wanna have some fun with you)
Be my, my baby (so what you wanna do)
[Verse 1:]
How you doin' shorty, let me introduce myself
My name is Danny and my album debuts on the 12th
I wanna get to know you better baby
Maybe we can lock ourselves up in the studio for eight weeks
I was headed over there anyway
How 'bout you slip them seven digits and make Danny's day?
I can take you to states you've never been to
Have you on a yacht, eating steak and Mexican food
...world travel don't intrigue you?
I can put you in a catalog, modeling for Spiegel
'Cause your face is a ten, and your body's like whoa
Let's take it to the basement and...
I ain't like them other fellas
You can even take me home with you and make your mother jealous
I can shower you with cash, did I mention
We could be 2004's Ashford & Simpson if you
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
38-24-37
Girl you got my engines revvin'
But can I ask you a question?
Would you rather have the keys to the Hummer
Or a nice quiet night, listening to Stevie Wonder?
'Cause I prefer the latter, but girl it's up to you
And we can do what you wanna do
But if it were up to me, I'd play you a song on my rock guitar
Maybe we could even go adopt a star
So that everytime it twinkles in the sky
I'd think about the twinkle in your eye, gimme a try
Or gimme your phone number, I can be your man (oh yeah!)
I'm what you need, baby just give me a chance (oh yeah!)
(Oh yeah, all that stuff I promised in the first verse
I was just trying to impress you, I don't really have a yacht
What's that? You say you still wanna roll?
Oh for sure)
[Chorus: G. Test and Danny!]
(We can do it like this)
We can do it like this
We can do it like this
We can do it like THAT, girl
(Like this?) We can do it like this
We can do it like this
We can do it like THAT, girl
(Like this?) We can do it like this
We can do it like this
We can do it like THAT, girl
(Like this?) We can do it like this
We can do it like
We can do it like, uh
[Verse 1: G. Test]
We can do it like, THIS
Peep game that I spit
So prolific, ?
Cheeks ?
? rude to a kiss
Parallel with a carousel
Feelin' high while I glide from the sip
Too much shots I got, ridin' ya hips
Don't look at the clock, we gon' rock 'til it quits
Don't stop 'til it hits...in the midst
Of a kiss you gon' flip, then we gon' ride to the crib
No ad-lib, non-verbal assist
No words heard but I murder the shit
Like, "damn, we can do it like that"
Too loud for the crowd, gotta ? like that
Matter of fact, the way I murder a track
Is similar to the game that I craft
I know you like that
Smooth grain how I spit game
So young dame, just remember the name:
G. Test
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Danny!]
Now that I'm rocky, I'm so damn cocky
Bitches on my jock, watch 'em flock to me
What up chick? Before we do it like this
Can you move your nice lips on my tip? Thanks Mo' (thanks Morgan)
I'm tryin' to find me a ghost-top
Most ghost-tops boast that they supposed to b-blow cock
Or dick, shit, whatever you call it
Now that I'm harder than a cylinder block
I'll find a girl with low self-esteem, feel on her rocks
It's funny what a shot of Smirnoff'll do to me
It's got me thinkin' I can move when I usually
Do a little hip swivel, my dick shrivel
If I lose my buzz, and forget about how cool I was
I'm tryin' to find an overnight romance
Told the shorty with the white pants, 'I don't dance,
But if you move your little hips
We can groove and we can do it like this'
[Chorus: x2]
I've made up my mind for a lifetime
I've made up my mind for a lifetime
[Verse 1:]
Bring in the verse and let's go
I think I've gotta be the most indecisive person I know
That incident I can't forget about in Paris, France
I spent seven hours pickin' out a pair of pants
I'm just a rapper, a bastard child
But sometimes, I think my brain is on backwards
After a while, I'll finally come to a decision or two
It's kinda funny what a 90/20 vision'll do
Like this one time, I must've set the time
One hour too late, woke up at a quarter to 8
I had to be at work in fifteen
But it takes me forty-five minutes just to get clean
After showerin' another half-an-hour when
I iron a shirt, you've gotta try it, it works
I'm tryin' to find an excuse to not go to work, but instead
I swallowed my pride and got out of bed
Funky as hell
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Now I'm at my baby mom's house
If this chick gets to actin' crazy, I'm out
Kinda mad another nigga treats her better than I did
But I'm here to see my kid
Me and Zoe playin' patty-cake
I put her to sleep, and now I'm wantin' something to eat
So I'm in the kitchen lookin' for a plate
I look up and my baby mama's standin' in the doorway
She said, "Danny boy, we can do it your way
Give it to me daddy, I don't even need the foreplay"
Now I COULD smash potatoes and leave
But she'd be calling me for weeks
And I wouldn't be able to breathe
All I want is mashed potatoes and greens
Apple juice, where the cups at?
Shorty grabbed my nutsack, panties fell down to the floor
Ahhh, fuck it; just listen out for the door
Man, pass me a towel
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
D. Swain, and I'm back as
The phat trackmaker, for paper
I would razor-blade your black ass
But don't think for a second that I'm clueless
Just because I'm inconclusive, get a clue bitch
But before I let you go, true story:
I was rockin' at this show and everyone was rootin' for me
But this one guy was booin' at the top of his lungs
Being rude and obnoxious, son
So I finish my set, walk off the stage and I get
The same lame nigga in my face, making a threat
He said go back to the Gap, because my flow was wack
And my beats are trash, what kind of critique is that?
A bad decision would've meant I had to listen to him
But if I did then I'd be missin' music
It's been a year to the day that I took that chance
I made up my mind to rap and I ain't look back since
Yo that's real talk man
[Verse 1:]
Me and C Brown proud belize
Lookin for three brown breezies in the crown eating gouda cheese
One of the gals gave the kid mad cow disease
Now my knees powerless my fevers a thousand degrees
We're not allowed to sneeze it arouses bees
So let's smoke a pound of trees cause the weed
Has been clinically proven to drown a disease
Yo it was me, Chris Brown, Lisa Ray, and my pal Louise
Getting blowed in the Panama Canal please
Keep it down the police will surround these
And take the keys to the 'pala and impound
Howards Eddie Bower power ski's and my flower beads
Now to appease one of these three teasers
That I found at the start of this verse powder these... nuts
And since I'm well on down squeezed on the whole ham
This is what she told Dan broham
[Chorus:]
I love you for so many reasons
Which means
Love you with the freshness of a
Love you with the freshness of a
[Verse 2:]
I wasn't raised wrong I got off the path
Terrorizing my class in a Martha mask
At 17 I was pissing off my dad
And stuck a gay porn mag in his Coughlin bag
My mama found it and she tossed his ass
Out of the house and threw spaghetti sauce across his back
And attacked him with a moss colored faucet rack
He started coughin, gaggin, he lost his grasp
On my moms apron he started spacin
She gave him more kicks than those found in lebrons basement
More fists than those that Harry Clarke gave Sonny Liston
With blows she laid him on pavement
Mama maimed him, tamed him, proclaimed him dead
Till I ran up and admitted that I framed him
They both laughed and they said "Oh Danny!
[Verse 1:]
I was born, the son of a knife and a time bomb
With a cordless mic in my right palm
When my mama seen it her reaction was quite calm at first
Until I looked up at her and uttered a curse
Jesus she freaked out screaming and pleading to get a nurse
The orderlies aborted me figures it didn't work
So I'm born with these deformities itchin to spit a verse
Mama brought me home from the hospital inside her purse
A newborn with torn ligaments
Crawlin round the house in shoe horns and foreign cigarettes
I kept my two fronts gold
While writin lyrics made a song at just a few months old
My mom would never opt to play with me
Spent the first three years looking for adoption agencies
[Chorus:]
I've been writing my songs and tryna be strong
But mama I just want to sing
I know you don't like rap but you must face facts
And let a nigga do his thing
So mama please don't disown your own son
Don't disown your own son
Mama I want to sing
[Verse:]
I was eight man feelin great rockin an apron
My motto was rip spirits when I kick lyrics
But my mama wasn't tryna hear it
Tried to leave me at SEARS's with
Some jell-o and a stolen gear shift
I had to pawn it for cab fare
Made it to the crib gave my mama a bad scare
I told my mama this is what I really wanna do
Be a famous rapper do a "Tell It All" on Donahue
But then she went "You little son of a bitch
No son of mine is gonna be a hippity hop hop
Rappity rap rapper that could be bad
Back to the bathroom you go
Strapped to the crapper without your crackers"
But mom how long you gonna lock me in the restroom
"Until your 22 when this little phase possessing you
Has run it's course don't you wanna be a doctor Danny
I talked to Watson's family and he's in college already
And he's only 11, you'll never make it to heaven rappin"
Her telling me I couldn't was the best that ever happened
[Chorus:]
I've been writing my songs and tryna be strong
But mama I just want to sing
I know you don't like rap but you must face facts
And let a nigga do his thing
So mama please don't disown your own son
Don't disown your own son
Mama I want to sing
[Outro:]
I just wanna sing mama
I'm a be a famous rapper one day you'll see
A-and I'm a buy you a house a-and a car
And... and a glass elephant
I'm telling you mama it's like
Mama please mama please
Don't be embarrassed mama
It's not a diss song it's a real song
Ya feel me?
[Verse 1:]
I heard motherfuckers saying they rules swing
But who's playing who when sabotage doesn't do a thing
Make the color change in they mood rings
Let me question who was really crazy and who sane
Would've stayed with but there wasn't much to gain
I put friends over business niggas was too vain
But when friends start to think with a new brain
They kinda like food stains, and you gotta get rid of the stupid lames
Don't get it twisted not a day passes by
That I don't have a single tear fall past my eye
It was like three brothers and the sister that I never
Had always beat each other up ties got severed
Mad but I guess good friends come a dime a dozen
The funny thing is I still love em but fuck em
Damnit dude, did we really end this over white pants and pointed shoes?
Who's disappointing who?
Guess what you said was true really wasn't room for two
Superstar so you did what you had to do
Brainwashed the crew we still don't speak
One thought for himself but the others is weak
They lost one
[Chorus:]
You might win some, but you really lost one
You just lost one, it's so silly how come?
When it's all done, did you really gain from
What you done done? It's so silly how come?
You just lost one
[Verse 2:]
I don't think it's meant to be T
But she loves her husband more than she does me
And honestly at 33
I would probly love my family more than I did she
So we don't speak just keep excerpts
From our relationship at arms reach it hurts
To pretend it never occurred but I have forgive her
Even though she kicked me to the curb
Coped with it the best way I knew
Made a song that killed you off named that shit "Where Were You"
Remember when you called me and you said it embarrassed you
Made me shake my head at how I had an affair with you
Cause of you I never let a chick get too close
Soon as feelings started to progress I'm like adios
I swear, you really brought a good man down
I didn't think I'd ever pick the pieces and rebound
But Danny's dropping sixes now
I got riches now
Paid back student loans for both of my sisters now
I'm doin real good I don't miss you now
See how life twists around fucker?
You lost one
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
My father died in his house last June
So under the belief he left way too soon
Closed my eyes and squeezed try to block that tune
How much of my conscious can this shit consume?
I mean when he cheated on my mama I wanted to kill him
And when he beat me he was treated like one of the villains
But even felons get a second chance
But with pride sentiments don't get a second glance
I was fresh off the plane from the Grammy's two years ago
My folks had been divorced for some time just so you know
I got a phone call from this nigga like here we go
Let it go to voicemail cause I don't talk to hoes
And that began a pattern of extending himself
But all I could remember is him grippin his belt
And smackin me in the face so his hand I smacked away
That's what you get for breakin my mama's heart I say
So the messages piled up
Askin me if maybe if I would like to reconcile, what?
What is you crazy?
Played em back for my friends we all clowned him
Little did I know that my own father was drownin
I got a call and my pops sounded real sick
But I was still stiff and wasn't feelin it
As I continued to perfect my raps
A month later I found out that his kidneys collapsed
Obituary said he died alone
If I had tried to make amends he might have known
I had grown my atonement is too little too late
Father forgive me for not starting a new slate
Great I lost one
[Verse 1]
Another day, I think I'll take the pony for a spin
Do or die, I got +The Bluest Eye+ like Toni Morrison
Get it...Toni Morrison?
Attack the clones, I'm back to bonin' bony whores again
Used to beat my meat, I guess I got bologna fore-uh-skin
(Ewwwwww) Hey girl you feelin' lonely? Pour the gin
We gonna get you rocky, but this dick is only for your friend
So choose your poison, either Beef-A-Roni or a tin
Can full of hors d'ouevres, served on phony porcelain
They forcin' my hand...
"Danny, you ain't right"
I beat the Blue Man Group in a blue paint fight
I'm your favorite rapper's rapper
Rap depraved me, made me
Wrap my fingers 'round your sister's throat
Impatience made me snap her
Neck; man I'm 'bout to cash this check
I had respect a couple years ago
I'm fearless, phone my dad collect
My crew? Thicker than Steinbeck novels
We visit Milan, and do the Heimlech on models
[Chorus x2]
"There's so many people who can talk and talk and talk and just say
Nothing, or nearly nothing"
[Verse 2]
Everbody talkin' pistols, gats; it's boring
I'll flip a new topic for you: rabbit abortions
(Ewwwwww) I'm a fetus's nightmare
No one can save 'em, even if Jesus was right there
[beat stops]
[Danny!:] Yo yo yo, stop the beat, hol' up hol' up hol' up
[Engineer:] Yo, why you stoppin' son, what's good? You was
doin' aiight!
[Danny!:] Dog, DOG...I'm not making any sense, like, whatsoever...
this shit has NO topic at all --
[Engineer:] Man, are you crazy nigga? This joint is hot flames
son, yo this is real hip-hop...this is real hip-hop, yo your joint
is hot flames son. Yo keep recording, we still recording right now
[beat continues]
[Verse 2]
The pie-jacker, I jack pies for money
You niggaz is sweet, must've got baptized in honey
Rockin' skirts like that bagpipe country
Speakin' of pipes, Danny lays more pipe than a
Plumber on a summer afternoon
When I'm in the tabernacle
I can make the daughter of the pastor swoon
Watchin' cartoons...my alter ego is a
Raccoon with a pair of shades, I call him Master Poon
Hey Master Poon, what'chu doin' today?
"Well I was gonna do a track with you
But you went away!"
Hey -- what more can I say?
I can't help it that these rappin' cats is borderline gay
"You mean to tell me that cats can rap too?"
Never mind Master Poon, it's time for a nap soon
If I ain't the dopest on the mic then I'm the closest
Pneumonultramicroscopicsiliconiosis
(...just a random big word, y'knowwhatImsayin'
so I can sound smart!)
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
The streets is in a panic
Police need to increase the peace
Even though priests and obese people are
Destined for heaven even when they get beaten
I'll invite your grandfather out to Denny's and eat him
Mind of a psycho
Rhyme with my eyes closed
No piece of paper, a freak of nature with nine toes
I know you nerd rappers gon' love this
I just spit a whole song and I didn't say shit
I know you backpackers gon' love this
I just spit a whole song and I didn't say shit
I know the underground gon' love this
I just spit a whole song and I didn't say shit
[Verse]
I used to think that things would be okay if
Maybe I just pray and play my part
I'd start to build a rapport
With more MCs, but see it's not as
Easy as it seems, it seems I need
A little more practice
My measures was drastic
But what would you do
If food eluded you and
You were much too poor to afford
A cordless phone to phone for help
What else is left? I guess the
Best solution is to pay your dues...
I had hella problems
Prob'ly gotta drop up outta college
Knowledge is the key, the lock was in my wallet
Call it a hunch, but once I bunched my plans together
Severin' ties, creatin' new ones
I knew somebody'd prob'ly hear what I had to say
My patience payin' off, I'm off to better days
But hey I promise I'll be back, but packed with platinum plaques
[Verse 1:]
Dear Teresa
I hope you get this letter
You know I have to send it to an alternate address
Because your man'll come across it
And probably bug the fuck out
He'll read about the stuff we used to do when you had snuck out
But listen, I'm through with foolish talk and reminiscin'
As much as I would like to take it back when we was just friends
I just can't, I care about you way too much
And for your patience I can't thank you enough, now think about it
Ever since I drove you away
My sunny days have been so cold and so gray
And all the color is gone
We really had a love that was strong
I didn't mind you probably rode the same school bus my mother was on
Age is just another number
How I got myself into this situation
Makes a brother wonder
I let you down and now I'm drowning in my self-pity
I hope these words'll help forgive me
Please don't leave
[Chorus:]
Just when you think that you know where you stand
You've got the world in your hands
Just when you're sure of a dream that you've planned
That's when the scenery changes
It changes
[Verse 2:]
How could I ever doubt you?
You told me, you WARNED me to take things at face value
Conclusions were jumped to
I still remember seeing red, cryin' cause you just wouldn't come through
I've come to my senses
But I sense it's too late
You're packing up your suitcase
And you're headin' out
I swear, I just...oh shit
Hol' up my pen's out of ink..
I'm tired of goodbyes
I need more hellos
It's funny how a black boy grows
And his maturity enhances
I think that we deserve a second chance
With our personal romance
'Cause I don't know where I stand
You said not to put your trust in man
But you put your trust in me
Baby please don't up and leave
Forget my phone, let it ring
More than my friend, you're my everything (everything)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
If I could take it back
That letter off your windshield, to the time we made a pact
And said no matter what would happen
Wherever things would take us
We wouldn't let (we couldn't let) misunderstanding break us
Or miscommunication, I miss the communication
I miss seeing you smile and yes, I miss your jubilation
I'm in for a rude awakening, if I ever expect
Things to get better; forgive me but never forget
Next time I'll think twice, before doin' something rash
And risk losing everything that I had
I thought I learned my lesson after ??? left me
Any questions that you have
Take a second and ask
My world changed dramatically
In a matter of months
It all happened at once
I pray you don't stay mad at me
I'll always love you, for better or worse
I'm forever yours, it hurts
To not have you near me
Sincerely
[Verse]
I took a gamble with my own fate
So I can try to get some national exposure for my home state
I had a strategy and mapped it out
The backwards route: blow up, and take it back to underground
Six years, funned around, at it again
With local rap cats, backpacks, pads and pens
The whole time I'm devisin' a plan
Supply and demand, nine songs a day, dyin' to win
My rep's bigger 'cause I spoon-fed niggaz
Dumbed down my lyrics for two albums straight
I said I'd drop another CD, then I'll be straight
Allow me to make these statements, damn I should be proud to be
Hated on, that means niggaz is listenin'
Half these cats dis him, the other half is wit' him
They stand back, admire? I'ma shock them all
Almost, dropped the ball when my plan backfired
I was, supposed to blow so I could stack some loot
Go the mainstream route, then get back to my roots
Buy a house for my mama and an Acura too
But I happened to lose sight of why I started rappin' and
Who's the real Danny
Too surreal, can he
Boost his skill and
Reproduce the thrill, and be a
Shoe-in at the Grammys? I'm doin' this for my family
A lot of you don't, won't, or can't understand me
I'm revealin' my Plan B, the MC is back
But no matter what I spit on a track, it's still Danny
I'm feelin' antsy, I'm about to explode
The pressure's on, and I'm outta control
So now you know
[Outro: scratched by Danny]
[Nas] "We...we...we came a long way"
[Danny] "D. Swain"
[Redman] "The ill...the ill MC step in"
[De La Soul] "Once again"
[Angelika] "He got skill"
[Nas] "Wild golden child"
[Danny] "Can't...can't...can't...can't...you can't touch me"
[Danny!: talking]
[sigh]
There you go again
Always got somethin' to say
Man I can't take this no more, I'm gone
I'm packin' my bags, I'm out!
[Verse 1:]
Sometimes, I wish we weren't acquainted
'Cause things ain't been the same since
I got some fame, and now it's like you speak a different language
'Cause you be talkin' fast and snapping fingers side-to-side
I hate to say it girl, but things between us kind of died
I'm tired of the fights and daily drama
I should've known that you should never argue with a baby mama
'Cause I came home from work and all my clothes were waitin' on the doorstep
How you managed doin' that, and you ain't finish chores yet?
What bothers me the most is
We used to be the closest
Remember at the bowling alley, it was me and Joseph?
You walked up to me and the rest, they say is history
Now you callin' all your friends and they all say you dissin' me
I'm sick of feelin' like I'm crazy, I'ma
Have to set things straight 'cause everybody knows
That you're my baby mama
[Danny!: talking]
Awww, now look
You done woke the baby up, man
You done woke up Zoe
Daddy's coming baby, Daddy's right here
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry baby but uh, I-I-I'm movin' out
So all the finer things in life you'll have to do without
Now you about to throw away the promises you made me
Why you actin' shady?
Think about the baby!
Right now I start to
See that all we do is argue
And for me to put up with it all
Girl you know it's hard to
But I'll visit on the weekends just to see my child
I'm sorry baby, I-I-I'm leavin' now
[Verse 2:]
Now that my wrist is glowy
And all the misses know me
It's like I'm losin' sense of self
I kinda miss the old me
Because the old me wouldn't put up with the shit you throw me
But I ain't doin' this for you, I'm doin' this for Zoe
Told me you would chill and save me trauma
My friends would tell me, "you should never argue with a baby mama"
And nowadays it's like you seem to take my kindness for a weakness
Walkin' round, giving me the silent treatment?
I don't need this
I come home late and I'm accused of infidelity
I just think you're jealous, B
But yet and still you yell at me
But YOU come home late
It's like, damn, all the levees break
Quick to set the record straight
Like you were all at Debbie's place
You pause and hesitate like eighty commas
I guess that's what I get for trying to argue with a baby mama
[Danny!: talking]
Yo, why you twistin' your neck like that when you talk?
Look me in the eye
Man you trippin', you trippin' mad hard
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Your attitude it triflin'
I've had it boo (goodbye!) you win
I can't bear to be with you 'cause half of you is stiflin'
The other half excites me when I grab your hips and hold your thighs
Then the second half comes out, gettin' jazzy, rollin' eyes
I'm so surprised, baby you make me wanna
Just, ooooooooh
I'll pack my bags now
Rags and towels
It's too late for backin' out
Leaving you with nothing, funny how nobody's nagging now
Aiight, the house is yours
I can buy a thousand more
I'll even give you money just to buy some diapers from the store
But afterward, that's it
Don't even ask for shit
'Cause we ain't married, now my money you want half of it
I have to get Zoe baby pajamas
And whatever else she needs
But I ain't payin' nada to my baby mama
[Danny!: talking]
Yo, see if you can get, like
A pack of twenty diapers for thirty bucks yo
(Is that all you get for your money?)
Oh you got jokes huh, real funny
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Danny! talking]
I'm out, I'm leavin'
I'm movin' out baby
Can't take this no more
You can keep the house
But the Lexus, the Benz
The Jag, the Range Rover
And the glass elephant
I'm takin' all that with me, man
Daddy loves you Zoe
But mama's actin' real stank
So I gotta leave
[Verse 1:]
Yo I'm tryin' to make these kids stop cursin', and these clones
Would agree, I'm the hip-hop version of Quincy Jones
Could it be? A maestro with a nice flow
Like clothes and dyke hoes, and drive a white Rov'?
Ho! Y'all muthafuckas still don't get it
I can spit some superficial shit and still won't let it
Define my persona, I'm fine wine plus I'ma
Refined rhymer, line for line
It's my time to shine
...yeah, like a lamp, flourescent
Haters spit on me and wanna see the champ more pleasant?
Nigga please, I know you tired of the kid
And the fire that he spits, I'm as live as it gets
Black jeans, yes -- but a throwback? No
The best Kappa on the scene since Ho Frat Ho
All these other rappers wanna do is smoke that dro
But I'm tryin' to get my paper let my dough smack mo'
Whoa...did I hurt your head?
Yo, maybe I should use smaller words instead
I don't know if you noticed or not
But so far, this album hasn't even gone over the top
You don't even know if I'm focused or not
While you debate, I'ma pick which Ford Focus to cop
Fuck a Benz, and I don't want a Beemer
Rather have a shack, and a styrofoam water heater, uh
"But didn't Danny say he drove a white Rov'?"
I was bullshittin', but thanks for paying attention though
You couldn't stop me with divine intervention, no
But you can catch me at the Rhymers' Convention, yo
I'll be the guest speaker
I'd be the best teacher
I'd spit some lyrical bullets and watch your chest leak a
Gallon of blood, drop face-down in the mud
You just mad they called that new Mase album a dud
Welcome ME back
[Chorus: Danny! talking]
I see y'all muh'fuckas right now man
Y'all ain't even expect me to come back
You'll be sittin' there with a lil' smile on your face
Like, "awww, he gon' fail, he gon' fail"
But naw, fuck that shit
Y'all muh'fuckas make me laugh, dog
I'm actually...man, y'all entertain me
I'm here to entertain y'all
Y'all makin'me laugh, what the fuck
C'mon now
[Verse 2:]
My redemption song
Is sweeter than a senior citizen with dentures on
I never really meant to leave you, it's been so long
You know I write eighty miles an hour, pen so strong, uh
My first LP? Critics didn't like it
But it's all good, just as long as pregnant women buy THIS
I don't care if niggas hate on my shit because
The negativity just gives me a buzz
And I appreciate the radio spins
(Y'all muh'fuckas got me on the radio real good, that shit was mad funny yo)
Your show is trash, watch who get the last laugh
Half-ass wack nigga, lookin' like you crashed
Your face into a brick wall, nigga get some balls
And get off of my nuts
You lost yo' mind, cuz?
I ain't the best lookin' nigga, but damn
This ugly muh'fucka must've got hit by a Grand Am
Am, I being too hard on this nigga?
Can't believe I fuckin' wasted four bars on this nigga, peep
How I transition back, but damn this and that
'Cause this is where it's at
I used to wear a hat but my head kinda swolled up
Dropped "The College Kicked-Out", everybody goin' nuts
Didn't think I had it in me
I drink a splash of Remy
These half-rappers only half-offend me, I ain't fuckin' with 'em
The whole world can kiss my ass 'til their lips stick to my pants
Controversy like Lindsay Lohan gettin' breast implants
I'm the next Rembrandt of rap
Give me a chance, in fact
I'll have you shakin' like a panic attack
Dammit I'm back and I ain't goin' nowhere
Everybody so scared 'cause I'm so prepared
It's D. Swain, I'm still pimpin', still smackin' snitches
Still flowin' ill and the rap's vicious
I'm back bitches
[Chorus: Danny! talking]
Y'all muh'fuckas man, y'all ain't got shit else better to do, dog
What y'all need to do right now is anticipate my arrival dog, I'm back
Muh'fuckin' pull out the red carpets and shit, dog
Pull out the flowers and shit
Get the elephants, man get the fuckin' giraffes and shit
Dog, I'm back in this bitch
Shit, long time comin'
[Verse 1:]
I wish A Tribe Called Quest would get back together
And record an album of twenty tracks or better
I wish society would stop trying to box me in
I wish me and Jasmine hadn't had to stop speakin'
I wish the hood on my car was fixed
I wish I had a deal, so I could get paid off the bars I spit
And the beats I make
I wish I had the money to buy everybody in the world a rib-eyed steak
I wish the government would quit tappin' phones in the ghetto
(Leave us alone) I wish my student loans were all settled
I wish they'd quit riggin' elections, the shit is depressin'
Bet your bottom dollar Bush wins again, no question
I wish AIDS didn't exist
I wish I didn't have flashbacks of my cousin slittin' his wrists
I wish there weren't so many single mothers and deadbeat dads
Yeah
[Verse 2:]
I wish I had a one-way ticket to Kalamazoo, Michigan
I'm wishin' it were 1996 again
And De La Soul was playin' on the radio
(850 spins a week) I wish muh'fuckas wouldn't diss me when I speak
Yo, I wish that I could rhyme on beat
I wish I had some silk slippers for my mom's feet
I wish Baby Girl was still here, and Left Eye too
Jam Master Jay, with Biggie reppin' Bed-Stuy too
Freaky Tah, Big L, Big Pun and 2Pac
I wish that I could buy a new clock
'Cause we're runnin' out of time
And the way hip-hop sounds these days
It seems like we're runnin' out of rhymes
Yeah, I wish for a world with no hate
I wish we all had a soulmate
That'd be so great
I wish I didn't have to live alone
[Verse 3:]
I wish cats would take down south MC's more seriously
I'm wishin' I were more advanced lyrically
I wish I was engaged to Miri Ben-Ari
And at our wedding she can even play some "Overnight Celebrity"
I wish Harold would just let it be
I wish the unemployment rate weren't so damn high
I wish politicians wouldn't tell no damn lies
I wish I'd never have to see a lonely old man cry
Yo, I'm wishin' that nobody ever coined the word "nigger"
I wish I were a few inches bigger
And I ain't talkin' 'bout my height
I wish for fried chicken, buttered corn, dirty rice and sauerkraut tonight
And on that note I wish we didn't have no stereotypes
I wish the dream killers would chill, take care of yo' life
I wish nobody was shunned for being different
[Verse 4:]
I wish everybody could make it to church on Sunday
I wish Ms. McIntyre would see her son one day
I wish I could talk to God, face-to-face
Well...that wish'll probably come true one day
I wish every son could give their mom a kiss
At least twice a day
I wish we wouldn't through our life away
Over some material possessions
I wish I wasn't clowned for eating cereal for breakfast
I wish I had a genie to grant these damn wishes
I wish my critics wouldn't call me too ambitious
I'm wishin' my ass never got kicked out of school
I was a foolish muthafucka, livin' without rules
Yeah, I wish I made wiser choices
Fuck that, I wish we all did
So we can all live
[Chorus:]
I need a publicist
'Cause I wanna be famous
I'm tryin' to get my name in the press
And let the world know I'm dangerous
And on the mic, you can't fuck with this
Yeah, I need a publicist
[Verse 1:]
Don't pay attention to these rappers with record deals, spendin' the cheese
I want the world to pay attention to me
South Carolina's prince of peace, 'cause on the piece I don't leave no prints
Blow a hole in your weak defense
Forget that gunplay wordplay
I'm tryin' to get a deal before my 22nd birthday
It falls on a Thursday
Bad press can't hurt me, I'll take the gritty route
Pull a Lil' Kim and walk around with my titty out
At the VMA's, I'd front like I was datin' LisaRaye
But I can't, 'cause I think that she's engaged
Fuck it, I'll drink an E&J; with Tina Fey
And do an interview the next day with Rex Hayes
My next phase is to get on Maury
On TV, cryin' with some pitiful story 'bout
How Halle Berry be stalkin' me
And the 12-year-old girl I got caught with last week
[Danny!: talking]
How was I supposed to know
She said she was 20
Shoot, I don't card ID, I'm not a bar
I'm tryin' to get famous man, this is hard work
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
What better way to get my name in the paper
Than to be a mile high on a plane with a razor
Stop, chill, don't be scurred man
'Cause you got the wrong cat, I ain't wearin' a turban
My words can, have my ass up on the front page
Tomatoes thrown at me when I run up on stage
But I remain unfazed
I'm still tryin' to have my face printed on the cover of Blaze
I'm 'bout to give my baby mother a raise
I'll make the hooker happy 'cause she got me eight bookings last week
That's what I call using your head
Addicted to limelight, if I lose it I'm dead
You know? I think I'll fake my own funeral
Or maybe not, because nobody would show
So when they say a word for the dearly departed
I'll hop out the coffin like "yeah, bitch!"
My rap career's started
[Danny!: talking]
The last one was a little bit over the top, I admit it
I'm just trying to do whatever it takes though man
I'm trying to be famous out this muthafucka
For real
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I'm trying to be hip-hop's next media darling
With VH1 specials on at three in the morning
I'm heeding a warning: my black star's so bright
You gotta wear shades when you see me performin', but
Self-promotion is so hard
I'm sick of stickin' my stickers on Decker Boulevard
I need to hire somebody to book my shows
And help me get exposure 'cause I took my flows
And my beats to the top, man I love this shit
You know? I think I gotta get a publicist
But until then, I'll still be payin' my dues
Signing autographs dressed in a tin-man suit, what
[Danny!: talking]
Tin-man suit?
Dang, I hope I don't sound too desperate or nothin'
Yo word up man, I was in the phone book the other day
And I looked up "publicist" in the yellow pages
And I must've dialed the wrong number or somethin'
They was like, "hello, welcome to Spanky's Pizza & Oysters" or somethin'
[Chorus]
I need a publicist y'all
For real, I'm just tryin' to get signed
Tryin' to get a deal
For real
Nothing left to prove
So I'm a hit you with something that's extra smooth
And I'm a give you a muffin with extra blue
Berries necessary, but you can pick em off
That euphemism is lost
Never take what I say at face value
Marinate what I say it may wow you
Levitate don't let negative space around you
Feeling good feeling great how are you
Feeling good feeling great how are you
Still in the hood building eights how are two
Pilates with my gal pal
Spending royalty checks I got from Bow Wow
Ghost writer diseur on the world tour with Zsa Zsa Gabor
I think I'll prank Akon and Lady Gaga some more
Nah nah you borin em
Catch me in Manhattan at the Prada Emporium
My chick got a sick shoe game
But her hips too thick for the hoop chain mayne
I put her on the Jenny Craig
Diet, hire a private eye from Winnipeg
I catch her slippin than her foods mine
Instead of steak feed her limes like Gertrude Stein
[Von Pea:]
He ain't Ye and we ain't De La
We ain't paid but we ain't stray why?
It is tempting to going from a victim to pimpin
Simpin with video vixens
The fans tell me that I ain't allowed to quit
And I'd be proud to sift through the e-mails
Like I am about to get through to teen mails
And tell em it's alright to respect a female
These other rhymers write like part timers
It's a harsh climate thus I'm off grindin
Often reminded we awesome and timeless
From Austin to? we tied in nice
I can rhyme plus I can mind
My own damn business some of y'all should try
The flows mad senseless none of y'all can ride
The beat like I or Danny bye
[Danny!:]
Hi! It's D and the beat maker
Please take a seat in the rear make way for the best
15 men on a dead mans chest
Spent 16 yen on a Steadman dress, yes
The king of non sequiturs is back
Back with a brand new track
Watch the online editor's attack... underpaid snakes
Fake as a steak on a Rubbermaid plate
Have you seen my reviews? Jesusly jeezus
Confused wouldn't know a good record if it bit em in they asparagus
Had a therapist once, cut her off when she called the kid an arrogant cunt
That's the third time this happened this week
Flip her the bird choked the cat in the sleep... and beat the pussy up
Double entendre, trouble man cuddle with a couple blond Sandra's
And Sonya from the Bronx with the ganja
Keeps prank calling my phone I don't answer
As-Salamu Alaykum, robbed the kids hospital lots of tonsils taken
Hey now you wanna see got it for the low low PayPal the funds to me
Black market pimpin
Catch me in the booth in the back of Martha's Vineyard
If I ain't there tell em Arthur sent ya
Got a good discount on them hearts and dentures
Yup, street peddler for real
[Verse 1:]
The rewards of praising the Lord
My faith is too strong for y'all to ever ignore
I think about all the things that I've been through
And all of my friends who, smile up in my face and pretend to
Like me, but I get the feeling that they're all sheisty
I'm never mad, He's the best friend I ever had
My Jesus is the only reason I'm forever glad
Even when the weather's bad I give Him the praise
'Cause Lord knows I've had my fair share of rainy days
But He's been with me every step of the way
He's got a set of footprints to the left of me
Without saying a word, I know He's there and that He will never leave
Even when the cops had arrested me
He stood next to me, and what perplexes me
Is that He knows about how much I've sinned, and still I'm blessed
So I'ma sing his praises 'til my death, I'm so grateful y'all
[Chorus: Danny! talking]
I'm so grateful y'all
Can't even get mad at this one y'all
I'm telling you man
I'm just so happy to be here, He's done so much for me
Without Him I wouldn't be anywhere, y'know
Lord I love you
[Verse 2:]
I never felt more alive than watching Top Gun
At age 5, I used to fill my pockets with crumbs
By the age of 13 I had pockets full of dreams
To do music, blow up and move units
And I could sell a mil' but still won't come close
To the love I get from You because I need it the most
And I'm just a lad, addicted to the blessings
Especially when I think about the rough times I've had
By any means necessary, I'll let it be known
That with You, I'm never alone
And when I can't explain why, I'll just look to the sky
A couple of raindrops'll fall in my eye, I blink twice
Don't have to swallow my pride, I've got no shame
And I'm always gonna speak Your name
No matter what, if I fail or succeed in this game
I know one thing'll remain the same: and that I'm so grateful
Man, I'm 'bout to leave this rap shit alone dog
Word up
[Chorus:]
(Goodbye!) I'm 'bout to say goodbye to the game
I'm tired of playin'
(Goodbye!) Goodbye to the fame and money
Yo ain't a damn thing funny
(Goodbye!) Goodbye to the hatin' for real
Too many niggas talk greasy, fa' sheezy
(Goodbye!) [Jay-Z:] ( "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me!")
[Verse 1:]
I've been in the rap game for a minute
Stackin' change, but the fact remains: this is a business
Now I've gotta call it quits, all of this
Hatin', it isn't called for; pride tried to swallow it
I even tried at Apollo, it
Was one fine-ass model, said she's feelin' all my shit
But I had a hard time believing it
She didn't know my songs by heart, hard time repeating it
I swear, no one else appreciates me
I'm from the home of white tees, and geechies maybe
I should call it a day, and put the mic away
I'd like to say I'm playin', but I can't say "sike"
And stayin' ain't an option, but patience might stop him
From making the mistake of a lifetime, I write rhymes
And make beats, but if it don't move your feet
I might as well just take a seat
Peace out
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Fuck rap, you can have it back
I feel like a FOX special, "When Doormats Attack"
'Cause I don't feel welcome
It's gonna take more than an autograph signing in the store to help him
Change his mind, 'cause I'm the same guy that brought you
My other hits, like "Stay Away" and "Talk To You"
I'm catchin' Flack but my name ain't Roberta
These other rappers get away with murder
'Cause every other joint that they pumpin' on the radio
Is soundin' like the same ol' lame ol' shit they played way before
Meanwhile, I'm out bustin' my ass
Can I get an applause? Is it too much to ask?
Dag, I think I might as well hang it up
Either that or take my style and just change it up
D. Swain is just another jaded MC
Man I tried to be as patient as can be
But I gotta leave
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
He said this, and she said that
And he claimed that D. Swain couldn't rap
I'm better off in the game cookin' crack
Took this slack for a minute, sick of people lookin' at
Me like I lost my mind
I couldn't sell a copy of my CD even if it cost a dime
Even the radio won't play my hits
I rap about positivity, they hate my shit
I gave my album to a friend at the camera shop
Man he said that he was feelin' it, he said it was hot
But a couple days later, as luck would have it
I overheard another nigga say that HE said it sucked ass, shit
I tried to bring something new to the table
At the rate I'm going I'll be dropped from my label
So I'm done, yo I quit, I'm retirin'
Applyin' at McDonald's, yo I hope they're still hirin'
'Cause I'm gone
There he go smacking craniums with Swains relentless flow
Rips it though Jack Delaney rum is what he sippin yo
He can make them act so loco he's wonderin If he should skip the show
Fuck em yo smoke these blokes competition run em over oh no
He ain't had a real buzz like this ever since Charm dropped 2006
Now the fiends need a fix but he's pissed cause his name never gets mentioned in the mix
Back out of the game he must go rap will never be the same as befo'
Baskin in the fame as he's overreacting to the lames and these hoes
Six albums how was the outcome overlooked five years in a row
But it's getting to the point that my joints are white shoelaces appearin in the snow
Gonnna have to get mentioned some assenters make it worth my while
Sick of being underrated when I see all these shark ass niggas tryna bite my style
Catalogue twelve records deep, that'll hold down all my peeps
Niggas sleep so I can't keep putting out these LP's studio time ain't cheap
And to my fans I hope that ya'll understand
The difference between quittin and takin a stand
I'm finished man
Goodbye, so long, peace
[Chorus]
I'm still waitin' on that one phone call
That one conversation that can change it all
I'm tryin' to get me a deal, I'm tryin' to get it and chill
If I can make a mil', all my problems'll be solved
Give me a chance to make it work
So much at stake, it hurts
Gotta stay alert
If I miss my one shot, my chances'll be gone
I can't leave it alone
[Verse 1]
Bare my soul in every page that I write
I promise you this, I'm gonna make it tonight
So when I finally pop, and I make it to the top
I'm prayin' I ain't afraid of heights
Makin' tight beats, spittin' flows is my M.O.
Tryin' to get the industry's ear, like +Please Listen To My Demo+
'Cause Dan's vicious, full of dreams and ambitious
Schemes and scam-pitchin', I'm sick of these damn dishes
I'm sick of bustin' these tables for minimum wage
That's why I'm shakin' everytime I put pen on the page
That's why my tightest shit's ignited with venom and rage
I've tried to fight it everytime that I've been on the stage
I shake hands with the rap fans
The teeny-boppers say they love me
Underground niggaz tell me 'that's wack Dan'
Man...can't you see that I'm on the grind?
My CD circulated in a couple states and they responded just fine
You mean to tell me if Akon can get signed
I can't get mine?
Sometimes I wanna grab the mic and just rhyme
Stand on a corner with a hat and collect dimes
My daughter just turned two
Couldn't afford the Pro Keds, so I bought her just one shoe
Landlord screamin' at me, rent six months due
If I can make one wish come true...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yo, my mind's spinnin' like the
Rims on the wheels of a Rolls-Royce
Now I'm feelin' like I'm Rose Royce, 'cause I'm +Wishing On A Star+
I'm wishin' I was far away from here
I grab my pic and my guitar and pray this year maybe I'll
Make it off sheer luck
But I fear luck won't be enough to get
All of my student loans cleared up
My tear ducts are at capacity
Baby moms harassing me
'Cause she says my paychecks don't last a week
Meanwhile, I'm watchin' these cats blow up
And throw up dollar bills like 7-Up Plus soda
...I'm doin' shows for small change
Ignorin' other rappers 'cause I think they're all strange
My eyes on greener pastures, sixteen chapters
Make up my life story, I should be an actor
Hey Mr. A&R;, what're you waitin' on?
You know I've been waitin' long, praying and staying strong
And trying to stay sober
Man I swear, if you call me now my pain will be over
So many plots in mind to gain some exposure
Show me the dotted line, like Dame did for Hova
Pour my heart into my penmanship
So won't somebody draft a contract and send one quick?
'Cause most importantly my little girl depends on this
I refuse to lose, take it on the chin and quit
[Verse 1:]
D. Swain in the place to be see and I got what it takes to rock the mic right
And I got funnel cakes I copped from Shop Rite
But I'm not gonna make you cop tonight iight
It's the return of raps Mr. Burns
Coming back with a track for black kids to learn
The white kids to recite, dykes will get excited
Bright chicks will probably try to memorize it
I could glamorize this life I'd rather not
I'm not just a milling and bless Asher Roth
I scoff at the haters, mark the nay sayers
But never harp my wares up on okplayer
The kids got the juice and the OJ flava
OJ for mayor cause I'm killing this rap shit
White bronco flow, the glove and the mask fit
Somebody call the law before Danny go back shit on accident
[Chorus: unknown sample]
[Verse 2:]
Methine breath clean fresher than Seth Green
Jeff Bean attire flyers with Beths Queen
Ugh when D. Swain get on the mic
He bring the game to life
Making beautiful noise
Creating the soundtrack just for you and your boys
Uh D Swizzy knows how to get busy
So don't be actin stuck up and nitpicky
You don't wanna dance shut the fuck up and sit pretty
If raps dead then I'm the resurrector
Catch me studio B the seventh sector
Out to get the cookies and ransack Nabisco
Rhymin gets me goin, panic at the disco
I get applause without the metaphors
That these other cats use as a crutch I'm very bored
Good lord, I know it really hurts my dear
So I'm a end this verse right here
Now where's the chorus c'mon
I'm like a G in a pea coat
Kumquat, cum yacht, skeet skeet in a boat
Fuck you think I'm knee deep in it fo'
For cheese nigga please feed me free reefer and coke
Pop some midol and I'm all set
Run down to midtown get my balls wet
But not that tranny action
I'm talking moms mabley baby, granny Jackson
Designed this flyer in papyrus font
Sent an e-mail just to see what Miley Cyrus want
She told me comic sans I'm not a damn mind reader
Besides these Y's look like I's on the wifebeater
You don't like us? Well keep a distance from us
Give us ten feet mincemeat pita chips and humus
My mantra is get rich or die trying
Or try dying, or try iron on tie dying
Could try briars brand yogurt
Beware of leviathans they try to scam ogres
Ask Shrek he can vouch
Peace to Selma Hayek's ass, chest, cheeks, and mouth
Damnit I have needs
I ain't an ass man show me calves and knees
I'm smelling mustard gas in the breeze
Stuck the brass in the P in the aspirin machine
Yo now everyone do the George Wendt
Camping outside with Mormons in an orange tent
Watching the foreign kids perform rent
[Chorus: 'Drea]
Ooo-ooo-ooo, yeah
Y'all niggas is shady, really got me goin' crazy
Ooo-ooo-ooo, I know, I know
Y'all bullshitted me for the last time, yeah
[Verse 1:]
Monday morning, just wakin' up
Someone's cooking bacon up in the kitchen, it's been
A hot minute since I had some pork
"You want some food?" Not spinach, you'll get stabbed with a fork
"Sorry dude, I think I got the last bit of bacon"
I looked up in his face, punk-ass bitch was fakin'
But I wanted some juice; I looked up in the fridge
And this nigga had the bacon hidden under the fruit
I swear to God, yo there's nowhere to hide
It's like they're always tryin' to pull the wool over my eyes
This one chick I never mentioned before
Was like, "You wanna come with me and my friends to the store?"
Cool, I said "yeah", I saw no harm in it
Told her that I'd meet her in the dorm room in four minutes
Showed up, had the biggest surprise
She's like, "C'mon guys, Danny said that he'd give us a ride!"
Huh?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I can't stand it, it's scandalous
The way they try to dismantle this man with this shit
You can't bullshit the bullshitter
But I've been bullshitted so many times, I need a cool pitcher
Of water, so I can calm the fuck down
It's all just a game to these clowns, Round Three
I wouldn't have to put up with half of this crap
If I was packin' a Mac like Richard Roundtree, uh
This one chick tried to play me short
I had her screamin' on the phone 'til it made ME hoarse
I said, "Why come you don't call me no more?
I thought we was close", bitch got defensive as shit
She's like, "Chill nigga 'cause I dropped my phone
And I lost my phone numbers, I'm 'bout to get yours though"
Damn near pulled a hamstring
[Verse 1:]
So I've been through these hard times, mentally scarred
Almost lost my sanity but got no sympathy cards
And there's been a couple times when my knees buckled
I'd be in a heap of trouble if I didn't juggle these rhymes
You know these God-forsaken issues make you wish you could fly
Sometimes I wanna put my fist to the sky
And say goodbye to these worldly things
I wish that I could trade these pearls for wings
And give complacency a whirl, it seems
Every time I feel content, it's meant for me to lose
Control of situations, my patience is overused
Confused, my friends are saying I should be glad that I made it
So tell me why I feel so jaded
I'd trade it all for a couple minutes of some peace of mind
And leave behind this stress; if I cease confinement
Of my soul, my soles can finally leave the ground
I ain't never comin' down
[Chorus:]
Just fly away now
Just fly away now
[Verse 2:]
If we try we can rise above
And fly with doves so high, it's the sky I love
Listen...to the sound of liberation
No bounds, no limitations; no trials and tribulations
The ground's disintegratin', let your problems disappear with 'em
...but it's so hard to let go, I know
It's like so many people want you to fail
And if you ain't the type to raise your voice they want you to yell
Or maybe you got it as bad as me; cats don't wanna see my success
They'd rather see me in a tux and a vest
Laid up in some old coffin being carried away
Carried to some nameless cemetery, buried today
That's why I'm wary today, I pray for clarity but
It's like the energy I put into it's tearin me up
That's when the air lifts me up, the blue abyss is callin'
A shot at peace of mind is greater than the risk of fallin'
So one time for my disillusioned artists, I hear ya
Two times for the kid that air-guitars in the mirror
Three times for the 9-to-5-in' bus ridin' dudes
And four times for my dreamers, yo I'm just like you
That's why I sing for my queens with their own pair of wings
My brothers flyin' beside me, drama behind me
Mama tried to find me, she inquired emphatically
I was in the sky with all these other ghetto kids, defying gravity, uh
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: Danny!]
So I've been through these hard times, mentally scarred
Almost lost my sanity but got no sympathy cards
And there's been, a couple times when my knees buckled
I'd be in a heap of trouble if I didn't juggle these rhymes
You know these God-forsaken issues make you wish you could fly
Sometimes I wanna put my fist to the sky
And say goodbye to these worldly things
I wish that I could trade these pearls for wings
And give complacency a whirl, it seems
Every time I feel content, it's meant for me to lose
Control of situations, my patience is overused
Confused, my friends are saying I should be glad that I made it
So tell me why I feel so jaded
I'd trade it all for a couple minutes of some peace of mind
And leave behind this stress; if I cease confinement
Of my soul, my soles can finally leave the ground
I ain't never comin' down
[Chorus]
If we try, we can fly
To a place in the sun
All we need is belief
And a friend we can trust
If we try, we can fly
To a place in the sun
If we try, we can fly
Fly...fly...fly..
[Verse 2: Peace]
Let me reflect on MY situations, and what I'm dealin' with
I had to grab my pen; that's when I grabbed my healing, quick
And then I realized that I wanna fly
To the place I see every time I close my eyes
Because it's hard to deal with everyday tension
Ill intentions, fake cowards, I gotta mention
These devils comin' at me with hopes to interrupt
God's plan, I'm tired man, I've had enough
I'm tryin' to live it up, but they wanna see me down
They wanna see me frown, they will never take my crown
I take 'em round for round, and I won't fall
And while the weak drop, I just stand tall
Got haters throwin' stones, but they can't "rock" me
Just because I'm so confident, they say I'm cocky
This constant ignorance gets old I can't lie
That's why, I'm using my wings...I'm 'bout to fly
[Chorus]
If we try, we can fly
To a place in the sun
All we need is belief
And a friend we can trust
If we try, we can fly
To a place in the sun
If we try, we can fly
To a whole 'nother place
If we try, we can fly
To a place in the sun
All we need is belief
And a friend we can trust
If we try, we can fly
To a place in the sun
If we try, we can fly
Cravin' to bone later with Raven Symone naked
Made a clone paid him to spray the cologne fragrance
He never came through, useless help
If you want something done you gotta do it yourself
Open up open up and let the funk flow in
Smoke enough coconut to make you punch Joe Flynn
From "McHale's Navy" does he ring any bells maybe
Been dead for thirty years I bet he smells crazy
Too bad I pissed away the money Dave Chappelle paid me
My doctor bills are through the roof I'm getting' pale daily
I pop some pills to end it all like 10 or 12 baby
E-mailed my lady let her know I got to hell safely
Wait, I think there's been a mistake
Somebody must have went and spiked the kids Dominican cake
So box up all of my cinnamon and send em to Kate
You got a problem you can vent at my wake
They say the good die young
I guess these grimey niggas live a long time
But me and grimey niggas get along fine
Man we all tryna come up, sundown to sunup
Run round in dump trucks and gun down you dumb fucks
Ugh... Gee that hook was horrid
I think I'll see if momma bear can re-cook the porridge
She'd rather meet me at the cars buy for toppers
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I get to wonderin', brainstormin' and thunder
And lightning and rain, inside of the mind of D. Swain
Inside of the mind of a changed man
A little deranged at times, but otherwise a sane man
Dang man, I've been on the path to success
For so long, I feel like I'm the last to be next
But hold on, I see a signpost ahead
That says 'turn around', I can't leave my hopes for dead
I'm too throwed in the game to just throw it away
If I quit now, my dreams'll go tip-toeing away
I've gotta find my destination sooner or later
A true innovator is what I wanna be known as
But to get to the top, it's gonna take my own ass
To blow past these low-class jealous mome raths, yeah
And say everything that I have to say
I'm trying to find my destination, better grab ya plates
This is the F.O.O.D.
[Chorus: scratches by Danny]
[Common:] "It's the...it's the food, baby"
[Nas:] "Get yours...get yours..."
[Mos Def:] "You know the...you know the...you know the deal...deal"
[Jay-Z:] "...but I scrape the plate...the plate...the plate"
[Common:] "It's the...it's the food, baby"
[Nas:] "Get yours...get yours..."
[Mos Def:] "You know the...you know the...you know the deal...deal"
[Nas:] "Get yours...get yours..."
[Verse 2:]
Regrets cloudin' my future, hit rewind
Like layin' in a bed of cow manure, I got shit on my mind
Grittin' and grindin' for my moment in the sun
But my hopes are stunted; how am I supposed to get it done?
Whoever said that strugglin' was easy
Probably never had the luxury of hustlin' or being chased
I swear to God they tryin' to change my fate
An appetite for success so I scrape the plate
I grab a bite, so I guess I gotta wait for the date
That I get to where I need to be
Compare the recent me, to the me of times past
I could've easily sold my soul to the wine glass
And even though I might crash, I'm still drivin' down this bright path
Thoughts leaking from my pen, hope I write fast enough
To be an outcast is tough
I'm flyin' solo with a bag full of stuff
Nigga that's what's up
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Two roads diverged in a wood, I took the one less travelled
I'm patient so that's one less hassle
If I dream it, I can live it
I've seen the light with vivid imagery
I need to write with fits of energy
But it's hard tryin' to get where I'm goin'
Without a hint or an omen
It's too late to turn around
Perseverance, gotta learn it now
But I'm stubborn how
Am I supposed to survive this rollercoaster hurtlin' to the ground?
I've heard the sound of naysayers
Yes-men, and all of the rest tend to follow 'em
I could get hurt by all the jokes and stares
Smoke and mirrors, I'm chokin' but I'm almost there
Almost clear, the reason why I've suffered for years
I'm glad I started down this road to my own career
I'm never full from all the F.O.O.D. I ate
I'm on the road to be a true rhyme great
This is the muthafuckin' F.O.O.D.
[Verse]
Y'all cats can't examine my stamina
I flow greater than eight of your favorite
Rap individuals
Trappin', I did it too...but not kilos of coke
More like these MC's in a chokehold
Gee whiz I'm loco, disregardin' my sanity
"Damn it he spits it so candidly"
Nit-wits can can it, please
Why my name don't get brought up
When South Carolina get thought up?
I oughta be whinin'
But I'm shinin' like I was the forehead
On Mario Winans
I'm sorry your highness...but this time it's official
I wish you wack rappers would strap a
B-bomb to your baby Timbs
Maybe then you'll blow up before I do
Your IQ is minus 2
Oh, for sure
Y'all better get with the program
Hey yo, I saw my face on America's Most Wanted last night
They said I was murdering tracks
[Verse 1:]
Hey yo, spark up the doobie and pass the beer
The little newbie that came to save rap is here
In a street battle I spit three bars to make you see stars
Niggas say I'm sick with the flow, I sneeze SARS
But uh, I take an aspirin to control it, thanks for askin'
Comparing yourself to me is like a Beemer to a stationwagon
And wack rappers I'm bound to expose
I'm showin' love to them strippers dancing 'round the poles, yeah
I'm from the city where Confederate flags fall
And everybody got a neck redder than rat balls
That's why I rock a sweater with tags off
And keep at least one chain and bracelet on my neck and my wrist
I flip records like bricks
You muthafuckas never seen a nigga flip a record like this
I cock and squeeze my Smith & Wessun like this, nigga BLAOW
[Chorus:]
D, 'cause he does it right
A, 'cause his flow's aiight
N, 'cause he's new, to the
N, 'cause he's kinda nice
Y, would you ever wanna doubt the kid?
It's Danny, Danny Danny
[Verse 2:]
(How you livin', Danny Swain?) I'm surrounded by prostitutes
Throwin' my banana around like I was tossin' fruit
Smackin' ass and mad titties
I swear, her booty was telling me to grab on it, just ask it
If getting head from your mom was a class, bet I'd pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm passing her the chapstick
D. Swain, ain't nothing stoppin' him
Make famous dead people hop up out a coffin and
Do the Rockaway, on some Michael Jackson "Thriller" shit
Got my own style, I don't care if you ain't feelin' it
I got fans in places I haven't yet seen
I can even make a lesbian have a wet dream
I guess, the next thing for me to do is sit back
Spit raps with flows that are fresher than Tic-Tacs
Sold beats for my album? Yeah I did that
I bring the heat nigga, keep your socks on
When they want a hot track it's my door they knock up on
All of these producers asking me, what records should they stock up on
If I blow up and everybody act stank
I give a fuck, I'ma shimmy all the way to the bank, yo
Word to Gamma Nu, peace to Alpha Lambda
Any problems with the kid, they'll be bringing out the hammers
And I ain't talkin' 'bout guns
I'm talkin' 'bout sledgehammers bigger than Attila the Hun
We roll deep up in the building, it's done
I even crash award shows, Norah Jones, that's my Grammy
(You that nigga from Da Band?) Naw, that's Miami
One thing come before the music, that's my family
One thing come before that, my Lord
Oh my Lord, I think they 'bout to tow my Accord
I'm double-parked on these Billboard charts, nigga BLAOW
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
...that's the sound they make
When I pull out my 37-pound snake
(Gosh darn it, what's the big idea?
Does he always have to brag on what his dick size is?)
Actually, I was talkin' bout my pet anaconda
He's the best and I'm fond of him
Except there's something wrong with him
All he wanna do is sit next to Wanda Sykes, sike
Change the game what I'ma do
I'll be at a bar mitzvah spittin' a rhyme or two
The rap game needs a change
So I ain't gonna stop 'til I hear everybody screaming my name
Nice guys finish last? Hell naw, nice guys finish first
Competition I'ma put 'em in a hearse
More flavor than a pack of Cinnaburst, nigga BLAOW
[Verse 1: Ladi Jade]
Grippin grind sippin dranks
Subaru drippin paint
When I pull up in my car
That D. Swain be going hard
No regard I don't give a fuck when I be passing through
Best believe I be pumping "Café Surreal Part 2"
Danny Swain best producer rapper in the industry
If you don't agree then you cannot be friends with me
I don't need no change of pace everyday I play his tapes
Haters get mad when I rock my D. Swain Bathing Apes
[Chorus:]
DJ please hey turn that fucking Danny up
Turn that Danny up turn that fucking Danny up
[Verse 2:]
Anybody not feeling Danny needs a telegram
Signed by the Jade one also known as yes ma'am
"Danny is Dead? " No your insane Danny
Cause I can't even get your songs up out my brain Danny
Danny speaks so jammy I see Danny at the Grammy's
Taking over the planet oh how the nerve of Danny
I am the frenzy but Danny be the Frisbee
He fly like a flying saucer I'm just the oracle
So you can roll your boat gently down the stream
While me and Danny come through and tsunami your dreams
Formulated a blood bath D. Swain says he's the maniac
Submitted permission to kill any chickens I meet that like to swaggerjack
You kleptomaniacs are lacking sauce now pardon that
Get my boy Danny on the track he'll eat you like a snack
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
Charm it was a classic, damn I gots to have it
ITunes got that two for one Ladi Jade's a bastard
Every lyric I can spit it every album song for song
Man the way he run the game you can call him Donkey Kong
You can say I am a Danny chick
Called myself excited when I seen him on the Grammy list
Even got my family pissed my mom would say I'm sprung
Cause I got D. Swains initials tat-tatted on my tongue
Tatted on my tongue tat-tatted on my tongue
Even got a Danny bobblehead, squeeze it it plays "Not the One"
Clever as he wanna be, plus he stubborn man
How else can I say it motherfuck these other rappers man
[Danny!: talking]
I don't get it
Y'all forget about me for a whole year, right?
I move on with MY life
Drop a CD and now everybody got somethin' to say
Kills me...takin' cheap shots, callin' me names
Y'all must've forgot who I was yo
[Verse 1:]
Check it, allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is
D, A-double-N to the Y, I
Got in trouble last year and I can't lie
Took the rap for a hundred people, and I
Came back to give my side of the story
Head of the class, but jealous people tried to extort me
Tried to say my money stretched a little wider than Porky
Th-th-that's all, leave it to me to re-up with heat
I need to breathe people, so back off
[Danny!: talking]
Y'all had to get me started
It's bad enough I gotta deal with this everyday, y'know
I mean, sometimes it gets lonely man
I think about it at night
Y'know, all the people that claimed to be my best friend
Turnin' their backs on me
Someone even had the audacity to ask me last week
If I knew the code to break into the computer system
I'm like, are you serious?
I'll give you the code all right
And that number is
(7-8-5, 4-7
I'm not givin' out the rest)
Lemme stop before I incriminate myself any further
Charlamagne already does a good job of that
[Verse 2:]
You people can't get past my past
I'm gassed, at last they asked
Me to be the scapegoat, so take note
I'ma say this one time and one time only
I'ma keep pleadin' my case until the sun shine on me
Regardless of what happened at Claflin
I'm glad that I'm rappin'
At least I'm doing something with my life
Unlike, you other cats still sittin' through assembly at school
I'm fixin' to be sittin' in a Bentley, it's cool
Some cats never heard of me
So they run and get their little rumors from Burger King
Last week my label got a phone call from Murder Inc.
But y'all don't care about that
You'd rather try to hold this cat back
Get on radio and mention my past
But I'm laughin' 'cause pretty soon y'all be kissin' my...
D. Swain, the source of Charlamagne's rage
Now we on the same page, maybe YOU should change grades
Holla at ya boy
[Danny!: talking]
Y'all got me embarrassed man
I had to make like, three beats in two hours
Y'know, I'm spittin' over unfinished material right now
But uh, don't worry
I saved the heat for last
Still wanna talk to y'all, so um
Just gimme a minute of your time real quick
I got somethin' to say, get off my chest
[Verse 3:]
Soon as somebody gets a trick, a gimmick
You pricks get in it
Quicker than Christmas dinner with grits and spinach
Invested hard work and made a decent album
Now you people wanna treat me like police did Malcolm?
I'll keep the peace, but how come
Every time I try to turn down the hate, y'all increase the volume?
Dag! Y'all released the beast outta him
Now he's on a rampage, it's too late to reach out to him
Hearsay's for queers, expelled Danny off a hunch?
I guess they had their panties in a bunch
I'm just Payton a picture...oops!
Did I say "Payton"? I meant to say "painting" a picture
So keep takin' your cheap shots, it don't phase me at all
I dream big but was born small
Callin' me a cornball? I was the best on the yard
Keep poppin' junk, you'll be wakin' up with F's on your card, holla
[Danny!: talking]
And it's final exam season so I would watch out if I were you
The Boogie Man is back, yeah
I do it for the underdogs, man
Can't hate me for this one, I had to
Man, y'all got me started, for real
You can't expel somebody off of hearsay and no evidence man
But the irony of it is, I still want my brick in Legacy Plaza
So um, after I blow up I'ma give a million dollars to Claflin, word up
Can't hate me for that
[Verse 1]
Yo, D. Swain is back on the block
He went from laughingstock
To rappin' in happening spots
And nappin' on yachts
Don't get your head wrap in a knot
You gotta unwind
Gotta remind yourself that stress is all in your mind
Speaking of your mind, there's a little place that we all can go
Let me take you to this spot that you never saw before
Close your eyes, and uh
Count to five, and uh
Meet me on the corner of Dream Street and Freedom Drive
This be the venue where anything goes
We staying overnight my nig, did you bring any clothes?
Let's roll
[Chorus]
...this cup of cappaccino
Ain't hot enough for me, yo
It's much too, much too cold
Lemme get some creamer in here
Lemme get some stirrers, some syrup
Lemme get my dreamers in here
Now now now, our destination
Is your imagination
Accept this invitation
To Cafe Sur-re-al
Lemme get my dreamers in here
Lemme get some... [beatboxing]
[Verse 2]
This is a dream, right?
That's what you thinkin', right?
Stop all that thinkin'
You thinkin' too much for me tonight
Just let your mind roam free, grab a seat by the front
I'll go grab us some coffee, how many creamers do you want?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Surrealism got you feeling imprisoned? Don't let it
Just chill and listen to the intricate sounds
Of Mr. Renowned, I'm renowned around the globe
And I'm inviting you to pack your favorite gown or robe
Or whatever you're sleeping in, just keep it thin, pack light
Don't act like, you don't remember what happened last night
You're now tuned to my nocturnal fantasy
Never mind that melting clock, disregard that dancing tree
Can it be? Danny l-l-losing his marbles?
Imagination, I've got a jarful
Carpool if you need a ride, your unconscious is your guide
You can hang your coat by the door, but leave your cares outside
Where's all my fellow free-spirited, open-minded free thinkers?
Free drinks're on me; go grab a latte
But not a lot, hey
'Cause I may need some
Open mic for dreamers, won't you please come?
[Outro: Danny! talking]
Yes, welcome to Cafe Surreal
Also known as Cafe Sur-re-al
Where the cappaccino is always hot
I'm so glad you could make it
I got a table waitin' for you right up front, man
Leave that cold coffee outside, you don't want that
I'll get you a fresh cup...there you go
Oh yeah...this ain't no Starbucks though
You know, find one on every corner
Nah, the only corner you gon' find this coffeehouse of dreams at
Is in the depths of your mind
C'mon and dream with me, c'mon
C'mon and dream with me, yo
C'mon, c'mon and dream with me
Kaipaamaan mä jäin Virginiaan
Ja pellot muistan viljavan maan
Siellä koin mä nuoruuden
Rakkauden niin lämpöisen
Paikan sai hän myös mun sydämeen
Ja yhtä matkaa luoksensa tein
Kun unta nään niin enemmän
Niissä myös mä luokseen en jää
Ennustaa ei voi kai elämää
Jos meille käy niin ettemme nää
Muistavan sun tahtoisin
Että sua mä rakastin
Ennemmin jos sua nään tieni pään
Niin kummullein käy tervehtimään
Tuuli kun käy kyläillen
Silloin teen mä sulle sen
Jäät vierellein kun kuu kumottaa
Yön tuoksut kantaa kasteinen maa
Kukkasen näät valkoisen
Kukka on se rakkauden
Kasvaa voi se vain jos rakastaa
Se kaiken voiman tunteista saa
Sulle vain sen rakkautein
Kukkaan sai sen sydämein
Sulle vain sen rakkautein
Kuusamo
Papapapapaapapa
papapapapapaa
papapapaaaaa
Kuusamo
papapapapaapaaaaaaaa
Paapapaapapapapapaaa.
Helsinki.
Savuinen, sumuinen kaupunki.
Ihmiset ei tunne edes naapuriaan.
Kaikilla on kiire,
harva täällä hymyilee.
Näkymättömät laudat nykivät ja repivät sätkynukkeja,
jotka poukkoilevat kuin saaliskalat sumpussa.
Kaikilla on kiire ei minnekkään.
Kuusamo
Nyt kutsuu mua Kuusamo.
Metsän näen jämäkän,
ja vaaran sinertävän.
Kuusamo,
Nyt kutsuu mua kuusamo.
Sieltä vaan mä rauhani saan.
Kuusamo...
Helsingissä ei asu enää helsinkiläisiä.
On vain joukko yksinäisiä, ja heitä on monta,
liian monta.
En tahtoisi olla yksi heistä.
Tahdon olla vapaa, ja hengittää havun tuoksua.
Täällä olen kuin vanki,
lähden Kuusamoon.
Kuusamo,
nyt kutsuu mua Kuusamo.
Metsän näen jämäkän,
ja vaaran sinertävän.
Kuusamo,
nyt kutsuu mua kuusamo.
Sieltä vaan
mä rauhani saan.
Kaukana,
on mennyt onni kaukana.
Mielenrauhan menetin,
mut sen kai saan takaisin.
Ainoa,
lie paikka vailla vainoa.
Korpimaa,
se kanssani jaa...
kuusamo
Toisien kanssa kun sä tanssit niin aina levy silloin soi,
kauan
Ulos kun iltaisin mä odotan sua sä aina viivyt niin,
kauan
Vaan yhdessä kun ollaan aika saa kuin siivet selkään,
kaupunkimme kellojen mä edistävän pelkään
Miksi on niin? Mä nähdä sun armahin
jo heti aamulla aikaisin haluaisin
ja sun kauan kanssani kulkevan,
kauan kellojen seisovan kauan haluan
jatkuvan niin
Kauan
kauan
Hymysi tuo, mä jonka sinulta sain,
se säilyy mielessäin
kauan,
Muistoilla noilla jotka yhdessä saimme
elän eteenpäin
kauan
Vaan miksi jossain kirjoitettu oisi
että saisin muistoissa vain elää
tanssi-illoin lauantaisin?
Suostu mä en
vain tyytymään haaveisiin,
kun kanssas elää mä voisin kai loputtomiin
ja niin kauan kaikesta nauttisin,
kauan kanssasi armahin,
kauan elää niin tahtoisin vain,
kauan
kauan
kauan
Vaan yhdessä kun ollaan aika saa kuin siivet selkään,
kaupunkimme kellojen mä edistävän pelkään
Suostu mä en
vain tyytymään haaveisiin,
kun kanssas elää mä voisin kai
loputtomiin,
ja niin
kauan kaikesta nauttisin,
kauan kanssasi armahin,
kauan elää niin tahtoisin vain,
kauan kauan kauan
[Hook: Gavin Castleton]
Evil, I feel the sickness running under my skin
Father, when I get up to heaven, gonna let me in
People who judge me, but I know they haven't been where I've been
I know the day's gonna come when I've gotta repent
But until then, I just keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin'
[Verse 1: Danny! ]
I keep on runnin'
But I don't know where I am goin'
The shit is just mind-blowin'
Surrounded by circus clowns and I'm sick of the pie-throwin'
Ridiculous, I ain't knowin'
Where to locate my saneness
Ooops, I meant to say sanity, Danny is brainless
Ooops, I meant to pray near this canopy bed
Too bad there's too many hookers layin' in it, Danny is shameless
You lames just shuck and jive like Andy and Amos
Co-signed by two giants, y'all still don't know who D. Swain is?
I'm sayin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Danny! ]
Was thought to be a pleasant guy my entire life
But somethin' snapped in me, nowadays I ain't wired right
Paranoia got me feelin' like I'mma die tonight
Somebody gon' merk the kid
For all of the dirt I did
I swear I'm only human, but I'm
One step away before the evil consumes him
Engraved in his tomb, with a reputation in ruins
Y'all know the deal
I act aloof to hide that I'm real scared
Thought I outran my demons, rear-view mirror, they still there
[Hook]
[Bridge: Gavin Castleton]
You wanna criticize me
But yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)
You wanna crucify me
But yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)
You wanna hold down me, I swear
Don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)
You wanna pop shit at me
But yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)
Only God can judge me
[Hook]
Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I feel like movin' my feet
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes we make you move ya feet
Sometimes we don't
[Verse 3: Danny! ]
I'm evil than a motherfucker
Fuck yeah I claim it, come and see me you motherfuckers
I walk the line between a saint and a sinner, nigga
We're all the same, you think we ain't? Guess again, my nigga
Came to the game, stole a loaf of bread to feed myself
Read 'tween the lines, it paid off, now my records sell
I got the feeling that you're tryin' to judge me, well
H-E-L-L, y'all can go to hell
E-V-I, L
Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I feel like movin' my feet
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes we make you move ya feet
Sometimes we don't
[Hook]
[Outro: Amber Tamblyn]
Father forgive me
I'm not the daughter I should be
Now he's in a coffin off Grand Street
Radio, the radio, radio
Radio, the radio, radio
He looks like a million dollar to you
Tell me does he heal your heart like i do
I know he's everything i'm not, not, not
You say he makes your life complete
But do you ever think of me
Don't lie i know that you can hear me
When i'm on radio, the radio,
I'm on the radio, like oh oh oooh
Radio, the radio, i'm on the radio,
Like oh oh oooh
You think his money will do you right,
But they won't keep you warm throught the night
I know i'm everything he's not, not, not
You see he makes your life complete,
But i know you think of me,
Don't lie i know that you can hear me
When i'm on the radio, the radio, i'm on the radio, like oh oh oooh
Radio, the radio, i'm on the radio like oh oh oooh
Radio, the radio, radio
Radio, the radio, radio
When i'm on the
Radio(radio),
The radio(radio),
I'm on the radio like oh oh oooh
Radio(radio),
The radio(radio),
I'm on the radio like oh oh oooh
When i'm on radio, the radio, i'm on the radio, like oh oh oooh
Radio, the radio, i'm on the radio like oh oh oooh
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