Keep Dreamin'

[Verse 1] Before D. Swain there was Daniel A scrawny kid in sandals Handled his Yamaha with ease He didn't need a manual Example: samples were hurt Trampled into the dirt Only thing older than records he'd flip Maybe his flannel shirts But, but, but..."yo Danny how'd your shit turn out so phat And, and, and...ain't never heard drum patterns sound like that" He envied his MPC It deserved credit, and not he For all he'd ever have to do Was whatever it asked him to At two in the morning, yawning Cookin' up beats without warning Throw a little horn in, Pete Rock would be proud But will +They Reminisce Over You+? So he did a freestyle, freeform D is reborn, no more late nights and cheap porn for him Drum kits, come spit On my tracks you dumb shit No takers, no one was takin' him serious Here he is makin' this heat, older heads were just leery it's Apparent, starin' at his figure, figured if he gets slimmer Then these dreams gon' have to be his dinner Bon appetit, nigga Came in the game with a frame of mind that Anything he'd spit, they would say "rewind that" Sign of the times He's combinin' his rhymes with his sound designs It sounds divine But initially it was a mixed reaction People tried to tell him "don't commit to rappin'" But he stayed with it, played with it They hated it, so he took the negativity And built a barricade with it Marinate, bitches Vindication was an indication of his innovation, he told you so Not neo-soul, not soul nouveau But a whole new show, starring him Flipped the script, and he'll flip it again My man [Chorus] Keep dreamin', cause life's too short for second guessin' I keep steam in my locomotive destined for success Yes...and I don't care what you (or you) or you may have to say I'ma live my dreams and do things my way So keep dreamin' and if they try to bring you down Just keep believin', what goes around will come around (Who, me?) Yes...and I don't care who you are Long as you reach for the stars And keep them dreams in a jar The world is ours [Verse 2] Need a light? Right I write because the beat's tight Retire twenty times a year Because it keeps my teeth white But I need to lighten up Think of the hope that I give these kids Think of the dope shit I did, shit Got a little dose of exposure, s'posed to Pave the way for these babies who Say "Yo D, I wanna be like you" Show them it's cool, to be yourself Nigga had no help, picturin' a Grammy on the shelf Was my inspiration, dying to go To the show, now I've been two times in a row Man, talk about perks Opportunist's hoppin' out the woodworks, I Dap 'em up and keep it movin' Deep down inside they jealous cause D. Swain just keep improvin' Old rappers just don't know what time to quit So they sit On they ass, complain and bitch Too much pride to give me props So they cop Out and call me Carolina's Kanye West I'm not vexed I brush it off cause I'm the best Thing to come out of S.C. since Jesse Jackson "Let's retract our statements once he makes it big Say we loved him way back when Yo D. Swain, how'd you make that Grammy list?" I tell 'em [Chorus]