He formed Gnarls Barkley with Cee Lo Green and produced their albums St. Elsewhere and The Odd Couple. He produced the second Gorillaz album, 2005's Demon Days, as well as The Black Keys' acclaimed Attack & Release and Beck's 2008 record, Modern Guilt. He has been nominated for a Grammy Award in the Producer of the Year category. In addition, Burton worked with rapper MF DOOM as DANGERDOOM, and released the albums The Mouse and the Mask and Occult Hymn.
Danger Mouse and Sparklehorse present Dark Night of the Soul is his collaboration with Sparklehorse, David Lynch and a diverse cast of vocalists.
Broken Bells (formed in 2009) is his collaboration with James Mercer of the shins.
What More Can I Say
Danger Mouse Lyrics
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This hood
Or this pop, this hot
Or this strong
With so many different flows
This ones for this song
The next one I'll switch up
This one will get bit up
To lazy to make up shit
They crazy
They don't, paint pictures
They just trace me
You know what
Soon they forget where they plucked
They whole style from
And try to reverse the outcome
I'm like, tough
I'm not a biter
I'm a writer
For myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up my borough
I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough
Plus I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about
Bring em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, New sneakers
Deuce seaters
Few Diva's
What more can I tell you
Let me spell it for you
W-I-Double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New Yorks ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
You already know what I'm about
Flyin' birds down south
Movin' wet off the step
Purple Rain in the drought
Stunti'n on hoes
Brushin' off my shirt
But ain't nothin' on my clothes
'Cept my chain
My name
Young H-O
Pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets to the Turks and Caicos
Cris' case loads
I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me being fly
Fresh to death
Head to toe until the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my feet
Make a cipher complete
What more can I say Guru play the beat, I'm livin'
We gonna let this ride into the hook
I'm a snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
Let's go
(What more can I say?)
Now you know ass is willie
When they got you in a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lilly
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I don't mean to boast
But damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact I'm just previewin' it
This ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, Two and I won't stop abusin it
To gropie girls stop false accusin it
Back to the music
The mayback roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem Houston
What up B
They can't shut up me
Shut down I
Not even P.E.
I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly
What these streets did to me
So picture me
Lettin' these clowns nit pick at me
And Paint me like a pickiny
I will literally
Kiss Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me
Then squeeze into your forehead
I'm not the one to score points off
In fact
I got a joint to knock your points off
Young
Hova the God nigga blasphemy
I'm at the Trump International
Ask for me
I ain't never scared
I'm everywhere
You ain't never there
Nigga why would I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excluding nobody
Look what I embody
The soul of a hustler I really ran the street
A CEO's mind
That marketing plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culture
I supposed to be number one on everybody's list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this man
(What more can I say?)
In the first verse of the song, Danger Mouse samples Jay-Z rapping about his talent and longevity as a rapper, acknowledging that he has never been surpassed in his ability to deliver rhymes that are unique in style and content. He boasts his versatility as a rapper and his ability to create different sounds and flows for different types of songs. Jay-Z points out that other rappers tend to copy his style and lyrics, but later forget where they took inspiration from, and try to flip the outcome. Jay-Z positions himself as an original rapper and a writer who bigs up himself and others, and never just copies others' styles. He also mentions jewelry and material possessions in the rap, pointing out that he is capable of buying and owning things that other people can only dream of.
In the second verse, Jay-Z raps about his lifestyle where he is committing crimes and illegal activities such as selling drugs such as cocaine, and moving illegal items. He also raps about his riches, his cars, private jets, diamond chains, and sexual prowess. He sings of how even police cannot stop his illegal activities since he takes care of his crew and pays them on time. Jay-Z asserts that he won't let a day go by without being fly and fresh to death. Jay-Z mentions that he is not interested in wearing jerseys anymore, signifying that he is aging and wants to look more sophisticated. Instead, he prefers crisp jeans, and button-ups with S-Dots on his feet. Jay-Z mentions that he is living his life, and it's not a show, and he doesn't care about being falsely accused of something he didn't do.
Line by Line Meaning
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
No one has ever been as good as me for as long as I have.
This hood
Or this pop, this hot
Or this strong
With so many different flows
This ones for this song
The next one I'll switch up
This one will get bit up
I excel in every type of music, with so many different styles.
For this song, I'll do it this way, but for the next song, I'll switch it up, and everyone will copy.
These fucks
To lazy to make up shit
They crazy
They don't, paint pictures
They just trace me
Others are too lazy to create original content, so they just copy me.
They don't create their own art; they just copy what I've done.
You know what
Soon they forget where they plucked
They whole style from
And try to reverse the outcome
I'm like, tough
Eventually, they'll forget where they copied their style from, and then try to compete with me.
But I'm not afraid; they won't surpass me.
I'm not a biter
I'm a writer
For myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up my borough
I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough
I'm not copying anyone else; I'm a talented writer, creating original content for myself and others.
When I include a verse by my friend B.I.G., I'm just showing support for him.
I'm big enough to represent my city and celebrate its greatness.
Plus I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about
Bring em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I know my own style is amazing.
When you try to compete with me, you can't replicate my materialistic success.
It's hard to talk when I have guns in my face.
I'm in, New sneakers
Deuce seaters
Few Diva's
What more can I tell you
Let me spell it for you
W-I-Double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
I have new shoes, a convertible car, and some women with me.
What else do you need to know about me? Let me spell it out for you: W-I-Double L-I-E.
No one is truer than me, H-O-V.
And I'm back for more
New Yorks ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
You already know what I'm about
Flyin' birds down south
Movin' wet off the step
Purple Rain in the drought
I'm back for more success.
I represent the greatness of New York City.
I'm like a political leader, finishing what I started.
You already know what I'm all about; I'm moving my product down south.
Even during tough times, like a drought, my success is like the color purple.
Stunti'n on hoes
Brushin' off my shirt
But ain't nothin' on my clothes
'Cept my chain
My name
Young H-O
I'm showing off in front of women.
I'm brushing dirt off my shirt, but there's nothing on my clothes.
Except for my chain and my name, which say Young H-O.
Pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets to the Turks and Caicos
Cris' case loads
I'm faithful to selling drugs, even if the police are watching me.
I always pay my employees.
My car is already paid for.
I have friends who support me.
I can afford to fly in private jets to the Turks and Caicos islands.
I have plenty of money and cases of Cristal champagne.
I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me being fly
Fresh to death
Head to toe until the day I rest
I don't care about people who don't like me.
I only have one life to live, so I have to look good every single day.
I won't let any day pass without me looking amazing.
I'll look fresh to death, from head to toe, until I die.
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my feet
Make a cipher complete
What more can I say Guru play the beat, I'm livin'
I'm over thirty years old, so I don't wear sports jerseys.
Instead, I prefer crisp jeans and button-up shirts.
I like to wear sneakers with S dots on them.
That completes the entire outfit.
What else can I say? Guru, play the beat, and let me live my life.
Now you know ass is willie
When they got you in a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lilly
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
When you're featured in a magazine worth half a billion dollars, that means you're really famous.
And it's not because of your white skin, which is not as valued in our society.
The stuff you write must be really good.
Or maybe it's just really bad, but people like it anyway.
It's both good and silly.
I don't mean to boast
But damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact I'm just previewin' it
This ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it
I don't want to sound too proud, but I really want to show off.
The white people who control this industry will act like I'm not successful, but I am.
I'm like Martha Stewart, who is not Jewish and not a Harvard graduate, but has the courage to do what she wants.
I'm not done yet; I'm just showing a little bit of what I can do.
This isn't the final performance; I'm just adjusting the sound.
One, Two and I won't stop abusin it
To gropie girls stop false accusin it
Back to the music
The mayback roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem Houston
What up B
I won't stop using the beat, even though groupie women accuse me of things I didn't do.
I'll keep making music because that's what I'm good at.
The roof of my Maybach car is transparent.
Some people in Houston have a problem with me, but I'm not worried.
What's up, B?
They can't shut up me
Shut down I
Not even P.E.
I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly
What these streets did to me
So picture me
Lettin' these clowns nit pick at me
And Paint me like a pickiny
I will literally
Kiss Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me
Then squeeze into your forehead
No one can silence me or shut me down.
Not even Public Enemy.
I'll keep going and ignore any criticism.
God, forgive me for my bold speaking.
But I remember everything that happened to me in the streets.
So imagine me just ignoring these foolish people trying to start problems with me.
I would even kiss my child on the forehead and apologize for my behavior.
That's how real I am.
I'm not the one to score points off
In fact
I got a joint to knock your points off
Young
Hova the God nigga blasphemy
I'm at the Trump International
Ask for me
I don't need to compete with other people for points or prizes.
In fact, I have a weapon that will destroy your points and make you irrelevant.
I'm like a god, but there might be some people who think that's wrong.
I'm staying at the luxurious Trump International hotel, so just ask for me.
I ain't never scared
I'm everywhere
You ain't never there
Nigga why would I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excluding nobody
Look what I embody
The soul of a hustler I really ran the street
A CEO's mind
That marketing plan was me
I'm never afraid, and I'm always around.
You're never there, so why should I care about you?
Pound for pound, I'm the best in the game.
I don't exclude anyone; I'm proud to help others become successful.
Look at what I represent: the soul of someone who hustled on the streets and created a powerful marketing plan, like a CEO.
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culture
I supposed to be number one on everybody's list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this man
I wasn't shot many times, and I don't make up stories in my music.
I'm not animated like Busta Rhymes, but my lyrics are real.
My songs have gone platinum many times.
And I have a huge influence on pop culture.
Many people think I should be the number one artist in the world.
But we'll see what happens when I'm gone.
I don't care anymore.
Lyrics ยฉ WELLMADE MUSIC
Written by: JAMES H. SHELTON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Stamboul
Best song on the album.
@joeb6771
9 years later still listening, your on point, hands down best song on the album
@PgLangGang
Definitely
@Armydicked
The best song off the Grey LP. I pulled up to a bunch of brothas in their tricked out Lexus and dialed this shit up on up on my radio. They turned down their jams to grove to my song. THey said "HEY, that's JAY-Z!!!" I said Sho' Nuff. He recorded this song with the Beatles back in 1968...Nigga turns 70 this month, Sho' Nuff? I ain't shittin' ya!!! When was the last time you seen JAY-Z do anything LIVE? He old, I'm tellin' ya!!! Then the light turned green and I drove off...
@kingcobrajfsofficial
/r/thathappened
@Puckuck
Shoโ Nuff
@bonorrr
Danger Mouse es un crack! y todo apunta a que este va a ser su aรฑo!
@estepario27
soy fan de los beatles y me gusta algo el hip-hop y nunca me hubiera imaginado tal mezcla; pero es excelente ojala se pudiera conseguir este album facilmente. its perfect.
@MrPizzaplan3t
In order 1.White 2.Grey 3. Black. All great albums, but i like the Beatles a lil better ;)
@lindquich
My guitar gently weeps is timeless...idk if Jay-Z will be...but only time will tell.