Danny! - No Guarantees lyrics

rate me

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

"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"

The whole industry can hate me, I'll thug my way through")

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

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