Hottest Mc Lyrics - Singles - Danny Brown

Fuck any rapper rappin' if the nigga ain't dappin' 

Show respect, I'm the greatest - oh shit, I killed your ladies 

I don't give a fuck if you've got a billion dollars 

Your rhymes are cheap, you're a lease, a poor product 

You a servant in my world, the rap gods curse you 

When judgement day's upon you, reality's a virtue 

I walked a thousand miles recitin' a hundred rhymes 

Brought smiles to faces, braced, labels owe me from lines 

I don't give a fuck, a dirty Detroit nigga 

Ain't-got-the-bud-but-show-up-with-a-Swisher-ass nigga 

Say "bitch, I'm still hungry", they actin' like I made it 

I ain't make it 'til my mama fuckin' sittin' on some acres 

I'm a motherfuckin' threat in the booth, these niggas know 

Pour it out, a century, decades later they quote it 

Deserve a Nobel Peace Prize for what I recite 

Incite a riot with the speech, I'm Detroit red, I'm ecstasy 

Sores on my scalp 'cause my last perm bugged me 

Hair straight, jumpin' head first in an orgy 

With a pool of blonde hoes, sniffin' on that white shit 

So much caucasian pussy, starting to think that I'm mixed 

But I be writin' that shit, have you rappers pissed, like 

"How'd he think of this? I wish I'd thought of that shit" 

Rhymes so real thought I wrote it in Janice Joplin's vomit 

With the mic GG Allin wiped his ass with... 

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I carry the cross for anybody lost or findin' it rough 

Days of no sunshine like a maze in my mind 

No enter or exit, Adderall and 'Ercocet 

Pill-poppin' dyslexic, naughty nature Treach shit 

I think about my next line like you think of the next dime 

I'm the future and the present, same damn time 

An OG told me "you're only as nice as your last bar" 

So with that said, suck my dick all y'all 

The Motor City where motor mouths get impounded 

I'm oas in Australia, lookin' for the blonders 

Ksubi jeans, and a Meulemeester 

And she like my shoes so I put it in her kiester 

It's the hybrid like I wrote it in papyrus 

Keep the shit on me, nigga, hood rat, baby diaper 

They heatin' up Caprice like a DC sniper 

Raised off of hotdogs, down-the-middle-split soup 

I'm hotter than Andre Rison with Left Eye 

Rest in peace, baby, but no T-L-C in my life 

And when I reach my fate, and I'm standin' at the gates 

Know that God'll be proud, sayin' "Daniel, you was great" 

But you other niggas? 'Pac said he want an explanation 

Big turned in his grave, an earthquake in Grenada 

When Pun she'd a tear it hurricane for a week 

When Big L get upset, it start tornadoing trees 

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