"Hottest MC" – Danny Brown. Produced by Harry Fraud.

"...Danny Brown hails from Detroit and is an accomplished rapper w/ a lethal variety of lyrical skills (See: Ol' Dirty Bastard in his prime) — although his only knock is his somewhat annoying/whiny voice (as complained by my childhood boys during his live performance at PS1 MoMA in Queens - Summer '12) but, But, BUT — that's just who he is...like O.D.B. before him, you love-it -or- leave-it...(Think: B-Real from Cypress Hills)...apparently 50 Cent left-it as he left-him — (Fif) turned-him-down (as rumors had it -at the very last moment), during efforts to sign him because Brown's fitted-trendy-tight wear did not fit the G-Unit image -literally...but Danny has been resilient; clawing & scratching his way-up from the underground — surfacing as one of the game's 'Hottest MC'..." — KONGFUSION©

"Hottest MC" – Danny Brown. Produced by Harry Fraud.

So give me rapper rappin, if the nigga ain't dappin

So respect I'm the great, oh shit I kill the rates

I don't give a fuck, if it gotta build the dollars

Your rhymes all cheap, you're the least poor broad

You're 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 reciting a hundred rhymes

Brought smiles to faces, placed label for me from..

I don't give a fuck a 30 detroit nigga

Ain't got the bum to show up, well I'll swish your ass nigga

Say bitch I'm still hungry

They actin like I made it

I ain't make it till my mama fuckin sittin on some makers

I'm a motherfucking drit in the booth, these niggas know

Powered at the century, decades later they groving

Deserve a nobel peace prize for what I be saying

And tight I riot with the speech

I'm detroit red on ecstasy

Swords on my stat cause my last bud burnt me

Head straight, jumpin head first in the orgy

With a bull of blind hoes

Smoking on that white shit, so much caucasian pussy

Starting to think that I ain't mix

But I be writing a shit

Have you rappers pissed like I ain't been...

So what you thought of that shit

Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it

And tried to drop the vomit

With the mike tj allen wiped his ass with

I can't read a cross for anybody lost

For finding the rug

Days of no sunshine, like amazing my mind

No enter, I exit, etero anorexic

Peel poppin dislexic

Naughty nature drake shit

I think about my next line

Like you think of the next dime

I'm the future and the present same damn time

My og told me, oh be nice it's your last..

So rep that set, suck my dick all y'all

The motor city where motor mouth getting pounded

I'm overseas australia, lookin for the blindess

Suby james, and the muly master

And she like my shoes, so I put it in her keester

It's the hype ... keep the shit on me nigga

Hood rap baby diaper

They eating the caprice like a dc sniper

Raised off the hot dog, down the middle...

I'm hotter than andre rising with ...

Rest in peace baby, but no toc in my life

And when I reach my fate, and I'm standing at the gates

Know that god will be proud, saying daniel you were great

But you up in niggas...want an explination

Big turned in his grave, a earthquake in granada

When bun shed a tear, went hurricane for a week

When big l get upset, it start tornado in trees.

Adrift (2013) by Harry Fraud