No Guarantees (Remix)

[Verse 1: Danny!] I can turn it on, but the guarantee's what I'm holdin' back I don't care about a Soundscan or a golden plaque I'm not a throwback rapper, I'm a new jack And my crew stacks chips, bitch I thought you knew that How could you boo that? When I be rappin' on stage The audience, they don't be actin' their age They'd rather act their shoe size When my crew tries to put it down It's like we always gettin' booed, why? Ain't nothin' worse than looking up at a (dead-eyed crowd) And if I +Force+ it on 'em I could make a Jedi proud But I ain't tryin' to kick what they ain't tryin' to hear By the same time next year They'll be saying that D. Swain's kinda weird You niggas trying to berate me This shit is driving me (crazy) Quit criticizing my ways, please Y'all haters poppin' up like late fees lately Spite me? Bite me You ain't gotta like me, but give me respect nigga [Chorus] "I can turn it on But I'm holdin' back the guarantee" I get excited every time that I recite it I can put it down but I can't make you like it "I can turn it on But I'm holdin' back the guarantee" (Jay-Z: "All I need is the love of my crew The whole industry can hate me, I'll thug my way through") [Verse 2: Jinx] I can switch up the 16 by rehearsing the verse But the verse should be hot You can hate, but you're only adding fuel to the fire I never thought that I would make it this far Could you even see what I saw? +For A Dream+, would you put your +Blood, Sweat and Tears+ in it? Would you see something great to the finish? I live life like it's a couple of hard beats left to me Despite the discrepancies...an old man told me Once before, 'never forget about your people' I see through those egos Like guidelines on a picture, on the easel I don't try to paint what ain't me I suppose I'm fly but I don't try to sweat the technique A humble individual; I do it for the love of it Move back...throw real like a fighter Joe Louis, not a hider Wouldn't call the (??) for nothin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Danny! and Jinx] (Danny!) I made this track to give the people a reason to talk They criticize me every fart, sniffle, sneeze and a cough The underground niggas tell me I ain't deep enough But when the ladies peep my stuff they be like, "Danny keep it up!" (Jinx) Though no matter what they say I still put my all in it For the people that see you great or rather you fall in it Gotta get 'em, search for the goals of my dreams How I live 'em, never stop a flow in its means, no (Danny!) I rhyme grown, this is more than peach fuzz The audience be shittin' me like Morgan Reese does I ain't switchin' up shit for a cheap buzz Dope rhymes, dope beats: what more do you want? (Jinx) Better yet, describing the whole swagger is me Enough to snatch points and carry a whole team I never hold back, but if you don't expect Hot shit on a track, then here: have THAT [Chorus 2X]