[Verse]
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 ^!$$%z
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 ^!$$%z 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


[Outro: scratched by Danny]
[Nas] "We...we...we came a long way"

[Danny] "D. Swain"
[Redman] "The ill...the ill MC step in"
[De La Soul] "Once again"

[Angelika] "He got skill"
[Nas] "Wild golden child"
[Danny] "Can't...can't...can't...can't...you can't touch me"


[fade out]