Danny - The Lesson lyrics

Aiight boys and girls, take your seats

Class is about to start any minute

This is the lesson, I'm 'bout to show y'all how to do it

Uh, make way bitch, I'm comin' through

I'm Danny Swain, nigga who the fuck is you?

I'm a blast from the past

So second-guessin' his ass is a bad suggestion

But class is in session

I know you're mad and depressed

When I brag I'm the best, +Ain't No Half-Steppin'+

Take your pencils out your bag, I'm testin'

I'm askin' questions, so grasp the lesson, huh?

Number one: who's the realest MC?

The answer's "me", b-boy stance is enchantin'

And I spit rhymes candidly

All I need is a mic, sweatpants and a tee

Number two: who's the best producer?

It ain't you bruh, guess again

My instrumentals will impress your friends

Hell yeah, pay attention unless you intend

To fail, this is the lesson y'all

Aiight for starters y'all need to stop

With all that "kill kill, murder murder" shit

Y'all niggas ain't ever seen blood

Except from your sister's period

Don't even try it...c'mon now

D. Swain, I'm the next to set it

So put the hatin' to the side, I suggest you dead it

Commit to the best, guess I've got a success fetish

You'll be staying after class for some extra credit

If you don't take notes, you dope

Tryin' to pass off as an MC with them fake quotes you wrote

Talkin' 'bout you did this and did that

With the click-clack, that's your pop's gun nigga, give it back

Gotta show these rap cats how to do this, son

Producer-slash-MC, I'm a two-for-one

Whose rhymes is more clever? I'm a sure-better

Designed for your pleasure, you guys is sore-headed

Like lime and orange sweaters, your style is tacky

You're better off sweepin' trash piles at Zaxby's

Meanwhile I'ma smile at that weak

Shit you tryin' to kick, kinda quick with the gimmicks

Is you in it to win it or what?

'Cause I am...I'ma teach you the rules of the game man

Don't rap about shit that you ain't got

We see right through you dog...lyin' ass

I'm teachin' rappers how to keep in practice

But they're looking at me funny like I'm speaking backward

Sleep in class or read a mag with tig ol' bitties

And I'll bet your ass'll fail, and get a 50

On this test that I'm passin' out

You better throw all your chances of passin' out

When you see your test scores you'll be passin' out

And your skills'll still stink, if you pass an outhouse

You probably couldn't even tell the difference

Your whole flow's like a bowl of Kibbles and Bits and shit

I hope you fuckers paid a little attention

It's a shame that the dean got rid of detention

'Cause I'd let you sit there

'Til you learn how to get to where you need to be, lyrically

Instead of focusing on fame and bucks

It's D. Swain, here to help you step your rap game up

Pens down

It ain't about makin' money all the time, man

It's about makin' a statement...learn a lesson