Media Darling (Japanese Bonus Track)

[Danny!] My gear's all fresh and my sneakers is all white I think I got a shot at being featured on Nah Right Yeah right [Verse 1] Keep your heart D. Swain Nowadays, it ain't enough for your music to be bangin' It's bad enough they always boxin' D. Swain in Got a little record deal, figured that would give me a buzz Sheeeeeit, my "Charm" album got me way more pub Now Vibe told me from the jump, hit 'em up when I got signed Or get the shit to pop like a Glock 9 Now they won't return my calls Or my messages at all Why it seem these muthafuckas tryin' to block my shine? Now XXL, they probably want cash in the hand, Jack Cause all they ever cover is flash-in-the-pan rap I ain't payin' the staff... Picture me coughin' up a G for a measley half-a-paragraph In their Unsigned Hype, whatever the column's called I know you're probably thinkin' "Danny's got some balls" But who I gotta impress? I STILL ain't gettin' no press Now Rico told me hit the Source but that's a bad idea Cause they ain't been relevant for the past five years And besides, I did hit 'em half-hearted The owner said he forwarded my tape to some mag he just started Called Down Magazine, I ain't heard from him since Sheeeeeeit, I don't know if that publication exists Never seen it on the newsstand, he played me Fader tried to fade me The Ave said "maybe" but they hastily declined Shortly afterward, back to black I guzzled nine 40's after work, back to back No fair, like the carnival ain't come this year So I'm done this year I couldn't give a fuck really, print media's dead I'd rather read about myself on Wikipedia instead, yeah [Verse 2] Danny boy, keep your head up I know that you're gettin' fed up You ain't gettin' no pub, or no love and shit Maybe you ain't suck enough dick That's what the problem is Don't they know all these rappers sound the same like homonyms? They get a column in The Source, of course But D. Swizzy gotta keep busy to get press and stuff I'm upset, what do I think of success? It sucks Too much mess, it's just All relative Like, hella kids askin' me "what's up with Def Jux?" Shucks, I wish a nigga knew Maybe then I wouldn't have to spit subliminals on interludes Tried to get an interview with Billboard, unsuccessful Guess they thought my shit was just okay, and nothing special It's like I gotta mouth off on a B-Side To get the media to be like "he nice" Cause he writes to all these magazines and the blogspots Still gets ignored, on the way to California in the Accord Another trip to the Grammys What's it all worth I'm the least talked about artist on this here earth Matter fact, I'm 'bout to end this here verse, fuck it