Danny Brown - #HottestMC lyrics

[Verse 1] f** any rapper rappin’ if the n***a ain’t dappin’ Show respect, I’m the greatest – oh sh**, I k**ed your ladies I don’t give a f** if you’ve got a billion dollars Your rhymes are cheap, you’re a lease, a poor product You a servant in my world, the rap gods curse you When judgement day’s upon you, reality’s a virtue I walked a thousand miles recitin’ a hundred rhymes Brought smiles to faces, braced, labels owe me from lines I don’t give a f**, a dirty Detroit n***a Ain’t-got-the-bud-but-show-up-with-a-Swisher-a** n***a Say “b**h, I’m still hungry”, they actin’ like I made it I ain’t make it ’til my mama f**in’ sittin’ on some acres I’m a motherf**in’ threat in the booth, these n***as know Pour it out, a century, decades later they quote it Deserve a Nobel Peace Prize for what I recite Incite a riot with the speech, I’m Detroit red, I’m ecstasy Sores on my scalp ’cause my last perm bugged me Hair straight, jumpin’ head first in an orgy With a pool of blonde hoes, sniffin’ on that white sh** So much caucasian p**y, starting to think that I’m mixed But I be writin’ that sh**, have you rappers pissed, like “How’d he think of this? I wish I’d thought of that sh**” Rhymes so real thought I wrote it in Janice Joplin’s vomit With the mic GG Allin wiped his a** with… [Verse 2] I carry the cross for anybody lost or findin’ it rough Days of no sunshine like a maze in my mind No enter or exit, Adderall and ‘Ercocet Pill-poppin’ dyslexic, naughty nature Treach sh** I think about my next line like you think of the next dime I’m the future and the present, same damn time An OG told me “you’re only as nice as your last bar” So with that said, s** my dick all y’all The Motor City where motor mouths get impounded I’m overseas in Australia, lookin’ for the blonders Ksubi jeans, and a Meulemeester And she like my shoes so I put it in her kiester It’s the hybrid like I wrote it in papyrus Keep the sh** on me, n***a, hood rat, baby diaper They heatin’ up Caprice like a DC sniper Raised off of hotdogs, down-the-middle-split soup I’m hotter than Andre Rison with Left Eye Rest in peace, baby, but no T-L-C in my life And when I reach my fate, and I’m standin’ at the gates Know that God’ll be proud, sayin’ “Daniel, you was great” But you other n***as? ‘Pac said he want an explanation Big turned in his grave, an earthquake in Grenada When Pun she'd a tear it hurricane for a week When Big L get upset, it start tornadoing trees