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Danny
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Do It All Over Again
[Danny!] And they wonder why niggaz that made it sounds so bitter on the record, why they filled with the hatred Bumpin 'The Minstrel Show' six years ago, damn they was sore The critics said the angst, made the casual listeners short Even I was like, 'Dag, yo why they rappin so mad?' But now I get it fam, bein overlooked is a drag That's why I take seven years of bein resentful Compose my instrumental, then I drop a classic album on you fags But then... that's when the wack reviews come in When they purposefully deduct a point or two from a ten Like when... you hand in the perfect term paper and the teacher takes away a point for writing in pen It's the same thing cause everybody knows that D. Swain's king but they act like he ain't hearin that he's not entertaining They say he's self-absorbed and only talk about himself Motherfucker I'm a rapper, what the FUCK is you saying?!!
It isn't easy bein everybody's secret If underrated is a compliment, then keep it If you support an artist, you should never keep it to yourself and, nobody else (Tired of bein overlooked man, c'mon)
Yeah I give you my hits, with a personal twist Put myself on Front St., this the thanks that I get?? I get it, you take my life and throw it square at my face I'm only mentioned when you're lookin for a charity case Give me eight and a half stars, hopin I'll disappear A month later, twenty rappers emerge and it's THEM you revere for doin the same shit, I did for years Y'all gon' make me lose my mind, up in here, here, here... Y'all gon' make me lose my mind, up in here, here, here... Ask me would I press rewind? Nigga yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Despite the pain and disappointments I've experienced I still would do it all again, agaaaaaaain...
[?uestlove] Ehh, I-I guess I can let this out the bag..
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[Danny!] Yo, we one in the same Went from burnin CD-Rs' now we runnin the game Yo I used to sell these beats for 'bout a month and some change Nonstop, just so I can cop some ones and a chain and a stack of records, cause I'd rather mint these beats So the process sorted like lather, rinse, repeat 'Yo it's gotta be more to life,' I would say to myself I ain't makin it for my health, man I wanna make a name for myself I name my price and it was scarin 'em So I had to low-ball, rap game was totalitarian Finally found a decent asking price Man it was so rough, I used to sell the same beat twice Almost got my ass beat for that They had a nigga writin everyone's receipt for that Linked up with my nigga Ill Shawn from the gutter We would be up in the studio 'til dawn, motherfucker Makin classics, Shawn was in the zone with the mic I provide 'em with the beats 'til that fateful night I spit a verse, Shawn was like, 'I didn't know you could write Stick with me, and I promise you'll be straight for life' After that, he was literally my biggest fan We sold dope in our respective fields, that was the game plan 'Til his girl called me, told me that my boy got knocked Drugs found, ratted on by some toy cop They sent him upstate, now I'm back to square one I had to trust fate, take my fuckin snare drums and keep pushin with no days off And Shawn would promise me that everything would soon pay off ('One, two, three, four!'
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