Danny! - Do It All Over Again lyrics
rate meDo It All Over Again / Danny![Danny!]And they wonder why niggaz that made itsounds so bitter on the record, why they filled with the hatredBumpin "The Minstrel Show" six years ago, damn they was soreThe critics said the angst, made the casual listeners shortEven I was like, "Dag, yo why they rappin so mad?"But now I get it fam, bein overlooked is a dragThat's why I take seven years of bein resentfulCompose my instrumental, then I drop a classic album on you fagsBut then... that's when the wack reviews come inWhen they purposefully deduct a point or two from a tenLike when... you hand in the perfect term paperand the teacher takes away a point for writing in penIt's the same thing cause everybody knows that D. Swain's kingbut they act like he ain't hearin that he's not entertainingThey say he's self-absorbed and only talk about himselfMotherfucker I'm a rapper, what the FUCK is you saying?!! It isn't easy bein everybody's secretIf underrated is a compliment, then keep itIf you support an artist, you should never keep itto yourself and, nobody else (Tired of bein overlooked man, c'mon)Yeah I give you my hits, with a personal twistPut myself on Front St., this the thanks that I get??I get it, you take my life and throw it square at my faceI'm only mentioned when you're lookin for a charity caseGive me eight and a half stars, hopin I'll disappearA month later, twenty rappers emergeand it's THEM you revere for doin the same shit, I did for yearsY'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 experiencedI still would do it all again, agaaaaaaain... [?uestlove]Ehh, I-I guess I can let this out the bag.. {beat changes} [Danny!]Yo, we one in the sameWent from burnin CD-Rs' now we runnin the gameYo I used to sell these beats for 'bout a month and some changeNonstop, just so I can cop some ones and a chainand a stack of records, cause I'd rather mint these beatsSo the process sorted like lather, rinse, repeat"Yo it's gotta be more to life," I would say to myselfI ain't makin it for my health, man I wanna make a name for myselfI name my price and it was scarin 'emSo I had to low-ball, rap game was totalitarianFinally found a decent asking priceMan it was so rough, I used to sell the same beat twiceAlmost got my ass beat for thatThey had a nigga writin everyone's receipt for thatLinked up with my nigga Ill Shawn from the gutterWe would be up in the studio 'til dawn, motherfuckerMakin classics, Shawn was in the zone with the micI provide 'em with the beats 'til that fateful nightI spit a verse, Shawn was like, "I didn't know you could writeStick with me, and I promise you'll be straight for life"After that, he was literally my biggest fanWe sold dope in our respective fields, that was the game plan'Til his girl called me, told me that my boy got knockedDrugs found, ratted on by some toy copThey sent him upstate, now I'm back to square oneI had to trust fate, take my fuckin snare drumsand keep pushin with no days offAnd Shawn would promise me that everything would soon pay off ("One, two, three, four!"
