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. 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 niggas 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 ![]() 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. 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 Swain" - Danny "The ill.the ill MC step in" - Redman "Once again" - De La Soul "He got skill" - Angelika "Wild golden child" - Nas "Can't.can't.can't.can't.you can't touch me" - Danny ![]() ![]() Yo 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 niggas 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 niggas 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
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