(feat. Jinx)


[Verse 1: Danny!]

I can turn it on, but the guarantee's what I'm holdin' back

I don't care about a Soundscan or a golden plaque

I'm not a throwback rapper, I'm a new jack

And my crew stacks chips, bitch I thought you knew that

How could you boo that?  When I be rappin' on stage

The audience, they don't be actin' their age

They'd rather act their shoe size

When my crew tries to put it down

It's like we always gettin' booed, why?

Ain't nothin' worse than looking up at a (dead-eyed crowd)

And if I +Force+ it on 'em I could make a Jedi proud

But I ain't tryin' to kick what they ain't tryin' to hear

By the same time next year

They'll be saying that D. Swain's kinda weird

You niggaz trying to berate me

This shit is driving me (crazy)

Quit criticizing my ways, please

Y'all haters poppin' up like late fees lately

Spite me?  Bite me

You ain't gotta like me, but give me respect nigga


[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: Jinx]

I can switch up the 16 by rehearsing the verse

But the verse should be hot

You can hate, but you're only adding fuel to the fire

I never thought that I would make it this far

Could you even see what I saw?

+For A Dream+, would you put your +Blood, Sweat and Tears+ in it?

Would you see something great to the finish?

I live life like it's a couple of hard beats left to me

Despite the discrepancies...an old man told me

Once before, 'never forget about your people'

I see through those egos

Like guidelines on a picture, on the easel

I don't try to paint what ain't me

I suppose I'm fly but I don't try to sweat the technique

A humble individual; I do it for the love of it

Move back...throw real like a fighter

Joe Louis, not a hider

Wouldn't call the (??) for nothin'


[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Danny! and Jinx]


(Danny!)

I made this track to give the people a reason to talk

They criticize me every fart, sniffle, sneeze and a cough

The underground niggaz tell me I ain't deep enough

But when the ladies peep my stuff they be like, "Danny keep it up!"


(Jinx)

Though no matter what they say I still put my all in it

For the people that see you great or rather you fall in it

Gotta get 'em, search for the goals of my dreams

How I live 'em, never stop a flow in its means, no


(Danny!)

I rhyme grown, this is more than peach fuzz

The audience be shittin' me like Morgan Reese does

I ain't switchin' up shit for a cheap buzz

Dope rhymes, dope beats: what more do you want?


(Jinx)

Better yet, describing the whole swagger is me

Enough to snatch points and carry a whole team

I never hold back, but if you don't expect

Hot shit on a track, then here: have THAT


[Chorus 2X]