One half of the duo Perfeck Strangers with Promise, the group's debut album, "Series Premiere" dropped on URBNET Records in March 2012 and reached #1 on Canadian college radio.
His next highly anticipated and long overdue solo album, "Inevitable" is set for a 2013 release.
Dan-e-o's long-awaited second album, “See No Evil, Hear No Evil”! is out now!! On this follow-up to the successful 2000 release “The Book of Daniel”, Scarborough’s Dan-e-o (whose name, contrary to popular belief, does NOT capitalize the “E” and “O” unless, of course, the entire name is written in caps) mixes elements of funk, soul, reggae and rock with heavy doses of street battle raps and conscious-minded lyricism. Touted as one of Canada’s greatest lyricists ever, Dan-e-o is best known for his first single, “Dear Hip Hop”, which was released on Beat Factory’s RapEssentials Volume One album in 1996.
Since then, Dan-e-o has helped to establish his crew Monolith as a Canadian favourite in the world of hip-hop. Among Monolith’s members is the Juno nominated trio Irs (“Welcome to Planet Irs”) who produce and appear in “Stand Clear”. In the summer of 2004, the LP’s first single, “T.N.T.” charted on Canadian radio while its video rotated on MuchMusic, MuchVibe and MTV Canada. Next to burn up the same airwaves was the bouncy single and video “Funkbox” featuring future R&B diva, Chocolate Ty.
Juno nominated DJ Serious (“Dim Sum”) is also on board to produce the cuts “Foxy Lady” and “Amazing” featuring Juno winner Blessed (“Love”), adding elements of soul and reggae to this funk-filled LP. Popular Jamaican reggae artist (and Dan-e-o’s distant cousin) Red Rat appears in the hot club banger “Kama Sutra”, which is a huge party anthem for summer 2005. All cuts make “See No Evil, Hear No Evil” an eclectic mix of beautiful and innovative music.
“The negative images of violence, greed and ‘pimpery’ that clog the airwaves these days don’t impress everybody”, says Dan-e-o, “Mad hip-hop heads still just want to hear someone who can rap well, period”. Saying that Dan-e-o ‘raps well’ is like claiming Michael Jordan did a pretty good job of playing basketball during his career. And Dan-e-o plans to take his career to new heights with his sophomore album “See No Evil, Hear No Evil”.
Why “See No Evil, Hear No Evil”? Dan-e-o explains the album’s title: “Our world and therefore, our entertainment is often corrupt. Mad kids be emulating what they see and hear all the time. All these so-called thug rappers are really just smart, rich, businessmen. Everything I say in my music is something I can honestly say I live. And it doesn’t involve any portrayal of a negative, cruel or hurtful lifestyle. ‘See No Evil, Hear No Evil’… If you love good music, you’ll love my music”.
The LAST album from Dan-e-o, appropriately titled “Speak No Evil” is also out now!! Available exclusively on the streets and online, this LP contains hot new remixes including “Kama Sutra (Reblaze!)” and bangin’ brand new cuts like “Chocolate Love”. Following this project, Dan-e-o will be taking advantage of new and exciting career opportunities.
Courtesy: http://www.dan-e-o.com/index2.html
T.N.T.
Dan-e-o Lyrics
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Dude, I was small and knew that I was suited to brawl
Get a competitor, forever they brutally fall
Gotcha listenin' like a radio station's new cue to call
Who knew when I started the type of rapper that Dan would be?
Zeppelin-type lyrics make you scream 'oh the humanity!'
To battle me's the definition of the word 'insanity'
Chances are screwed like fFunkbox"
[CHORUS x2]
Funk, it's gotcha bumpin', makes ya jump
So pump the song for me
Thumpin' cuz it's somethin' thatcha lovin'
Shake your rump for me
God made me funky, each and every single day I pump beats
Hip-hop is my favourite but I'm a music junkie
Trust me, my whole life, rhythm in my head
At night before I sleep I tap beats on my bed
Ask my friends 'bout my habit that seems never endin'
Use my fingers to scratch on any nylon or denim
Pretendin' I'm a DJ in a DMC battle
That'll dazzle onlookers while the speakers snap and rattle
It don't matter where I'm at, where readin' or chillin'
I be rhymin' in my head, whether eatin' or shittin'
I be chillin' with a chick and I'm about to hit it yo
I imagine that it be happenin' in a video
Really though, everything is a song I got a trick
Make beats clickin' my teeth, internally it's sick
Cuz if you love music, then you know it's oxygen
Ain't got a heart, my chest is where my funkbox is in!
[Chorus]
My funkbox is not only my heart, it's my soul
Funk pours from my pores and my follicles and holes
I was told that during my mother's pregnancy
Is the time period in which the funk entered me
She would party, big belly and all, feelin' no ways
'Till I was born, holdin' a mic, sportin' some shades
I was cool daddy, never shy to be an attraction
Had early visions of becoming the next Michael Jackson
If your askin' what I did as a kid to get licks
Broke my mom's wooden spoons usin' 'em as drumsticks
I wasn't a dumb kid, I got good report cards
My dad would buy me a record awarding me for the job
See, toys came second and T.V. it came third
Always knowin' one day, through music I would be heard
It's obvious to me why God put me on this place
Ain't got a mouth, a funkbox is found on my face!
[BRIDGE]
The funk is all up in me, the only way it can be
I don't know what I'd do without music in my life, oh
I simply cannot believe, how some people can conceive
Living from day to day without feelin' the vibe, oh
[Chorus]
My funkbox is not only my soul, it's my mind
No exaggeration, it's creating music all the time
If you could find wires that could connect to me
You would hear music made better than any MPC
From elementary throughout university
Built a savings all spent on creating my first CD
Do you love music like me? Well, ask yourself a question:
Would you tell your future wife that to it, she came second?
Break up and find solace in making a slammin' record
Knowin' that as an artist is how you're truly respected
My reason for breathin' is cuz music is my bride
Don't live on earth, a funkbox is where I reside!
[Chorus]aces of niggaz who be mad at me
(Oooh!) check my magic, elaborate display
Been rappin' since the day before back in the day
Damn impressive so manic depressives are happy to say
'Dan-e-o is comin'!' like someone always wackin' away
(Oh yeah!) introducing the industry's rap renegade
Flavorful like 84 gallons for fresh lemonade
Those who wanna scrap, but claimin' they never been afraid
Greg Focker meeting your parents would have a better day
[Chorus]
'Til I die I'mma keep strong (Tell 'em whatcha got!)
Lyrics make me a king (now tell these niggaz thatcha baahd!)
Trust me yo, I'm a baahd man!
Bwoy, yuh no ever wanna try no ting! [x2]
(Take these niggaz to the top!)
I always hit homers when up to bat
Don't believe that? Go ahead nigga and check the stats
Oddly enough, I ain't even playin' with all you cats
Y'all washed up and I run rap's new Laundromat
With sicker flows than what you find inside of a catheter
Ends of battles I'm in are best described as a massacre
The caliber of my lyrics got you stuck like a fastener
In the fact that I can mop the floor with you like a janitor
(Damn!) I knock the wind out of you like Rocky
I'm cocky, but honestly, whatchu gon' do to stop me?
My sixth sense see dead people: rappers who taunt D
Rhyme sweeter than faces of Beyonce and Ashanti
(Mmmph!) explicitly wicked until infinity
Been my favourite rapper from '87 up to this day
Ain't no slowin' down, I'm in this deeper than sympathies
Splittin' niggaz like seconds leavin' 'em dead like giveaways
[Chorus]
I'm constantly takin' it to ya grill
Got so much skill, cancer is jealous that I'm this ill
My music, from years of work, allowing talent to build
Is classic like T-dot dudes saying 'guy', 'bredren' and 'still'
If niggaz wanna trip, then I'm about to delay your bus
Flows shock you like you when your hearin' three-year-olds say a cuss
Quicker than whites getting toothpaste for over eight of us
Cuz we known to be Very Bad like Things that Christian Slater does
(Ohhh!) maybe I don't need a silly deal
I'm funky like your breath when garlic is in your meal
Minimal record sales is my only Achilles' Heal
Major labels eat a dick to know how I just really feel
(Uh huh) it's your loss doubting I'm great like outdoors
Nastier than the thought of seeing your mom without draws
Every rhyme I shoot just simply without a doubt scores
While you could never come with the right hit like southpaws!
[Chorus]
The lyrics to Dan-e-o’s T.N.T are about the importance of music in the life of the artist. He describes his passion for music, explaining that he is a “music junkie” and that he always has rhythm in his head. He also talks about his love for hip-hop music and the role it plays in his life. He describes himself as a performer who loves to battle and how he has developed his skills over time, leading to a Zeppelin-type lyric that makes the listener scream “oh the humanity!”
The song also reflects on the importance of music throughout Dan-e-o’s life. He describes how his mother’s partying while she was pregnant with him instilled the funk inside him that guides him even today. He speaks about how he learned his drumming skills, using his mother’s wooden spoons as drumsticks. Dan-e-o believes that music is his soul and his mind, and it is the reason he breathes. He also talks about creating his first CD and the satisfaction he gets as an artist. The lyrics in the song are an anthem to the power that music has.
Line by Line Meaning
I know you love how I do it to y'all
I'm small, but suited to brawling and competitors fall before me, making you listen like a radio's new cue to call
Who knew when I started the type of rapper that Dan would be?
My style is Zeppelin-esque and makes people scream 'oh the humanity' - battling me is the definition of insanity
God made me funky, each and every single day I pump beats
Funk is my heart, soul, and oxygen - I'm a music junkie and rhythm is always in my head, whether eating or shitting
My funkbox is not only my heart, it's my soul
Funk flows out of me and filled me in utero - I broke wooden spoons drumming and toys were secondary to music, which is why God put me on this place
I always hit homers when up to bat
My rap skills are so sick that I own rap's new Laundromat - I have a sixth sense and can knock the wind out of you with my sicker flows
I'm constantly takin' it to ya grill
I'm the illest MC around and even cancer is jealous of my skill - my classic music is like T-dot dudes saying 'guy', 'bredren' and 'still'
Maybe I don't need a silly deal, but labels eat a dick anyway
I'm funky like garlic breath and minimal record sales are my only Achilles heel - if you doubt my greatness, you'll feel the nastier version of seeing your mom without draws
Contributed by Camden V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
The Crate Archeologist
Shit. The game sure has changed uh. used the love my monolith records. Still do
prettyxpablo
this is fiyaa are you kidding me? brrrrrrrap! blakkka blakkka!
DominicM14
he came to my school where he graduated in and i met him in person
c.sea.see.
ya he sikk
prettyxpablo
what the hell are you talking about?