With extensive studio experience, Dan Liquid as one half of Liquid People and Dan Nu:Tone as one of the most respected stars on the D&B scene, the pair are currently making serious waves.
From their collaboration with Lisa Millet on the ultra soulful ‘One Life’, to the darker dimensions of releases such as the ‘Afterdark’ EP and the ‘Astarte’ EP, Danism’s prolific and versatile output for MN2S has received major support from the likes of Laurent Garnier, CJ Mackintosh, The Shapeshifters and The Jinks. Other Danism releases on MN2S ‘Glance, Look, Stare’ and ‘Truth Is’ which feature vocals from Monique Bingham and Xavier respectively.
Their latest essential release (‘Mesmirise’) is their first collaboration with Malaysian vocalist Haze. Featuring a rolling electronic groove, old-school synths and tight, punchy production that all emphasis killer vocal hook, ‘Mesmirise’ has been a major club and hit the top of the specialist download charts.
In addition to their output for MN2S, Danism have released material on labels such as Defected, Slip & Slide, and Tony Records. They have additionally commissioned remixes for the likes of Blaze, Soul Central and the Groove Junkies while also working on forthcoming Danism material with Jocelyn Brown, Kenny Bobien and Kathy Brown.
Whilst also fulfilling individual DJ commitments, Danism maintain an international DJ schedule that has recently included journeys to destinations across Europe and the U.K. Their contrasting styles and influence fully complement each other behinds the decks. Danism are a production and DJ duo that demand your maximum attention.
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Danism Lyrics
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Don't Try To Play Me Homey
Intro- Yeah, you know what I'm sayin. Mutha fuckas in this world tryna
play niggaz out these days. Can't fuck around and play niggaz out these
days niggaz is smart as a mutha fucka. A nigga gotta make cash. Only
thang that's rulin' this mutha fucka right now is this strap, this weed,
and this money I got in my pocket. And a nigga gone get mo' money. You
Verse 1- I hear some niggas come round here talkin' 'bout what the fuck
they can do, but the only thang I do is realizin' in my crew. Fuck these
snitches, fuck these bitches, ain't worth the jail time bro'. You know
these streets is a mutha fuckin' joke and that's the way it goes. Playa,
playa, got caught up, brought up the wrong way, but he say the white man
fucked him up and got him actin' that way. You know the homey who be
hangin' with the squad, lil' rassi's tryna practice actin' hard. Talkin'
'bout money, talkin' 'bout bitches, talkin' 'bout fancy cars and all
that shit. Cocaine, a pound of weed, and bitches suckin' on his dick. He
used to wanted to live that way, ever since them chronic days, the big
homey C-Style put him on 19th street, got him on his way. It was cool
'cause he was finally one of us, someone we could trust, later on
someone we couldn't trust. Niggas got greedy seen us clockin' dough in
this rap game, threatened to snitch if he wasn't rich in a matter of
days. Should we kill him or let him starve (kill him) Make you get real
broke (kill him)-hell naw- this nigga gotta die right here we ain't joke
(hell yeah)Check it.
Chorus-Don't try to play me homey, don't try to play me what, don't try
to play me homey, who the fuck you think I was.(repeat twice)
Verse 2-8: 30 in the evening I got the sack gettin' me set, some orange
to get me on my mind and stay the just at rest. Cruise the neighborhood
proudly and I'm throwin' up my set, Dogg Pound Gangsta homeboy and don't
you forget. I crack a forty of that 8 fuck St.Ides, I love the taste,
and my system bumpin' down the street with nothin' but bass. Me and the
homeys flossin, we tossin' up the city lookin' clean as fuck, makin'
green, mashin' as a mutha fuckin' team. It seems they always notice me
who I am, got damn, tires poppin'. Pullin' up bumpin' the jam, niggas
strted hopeless shootin. Scavion three chromes- and the sit-uation, it
switched so fast, Daz the Dilinger, kickin' ass. Steadily movin' makin'
cash. Later on I bounced to the club me and my cousin Rick and Snoop,
top cousin Supafly, Big Stali and Hershay too. Cruisin' up with enough
fools don't understand my thang, come around here homeboy and you won't
see daylight ever again. Come tote me bitch, come get me rich, you know
my way, my game, let's split, you down with this? Told you once told you
twice told you somethin' ain't nothin' but a gangsta party bumpin'.
Dumpin' on some niggas after the club, some niggas started
trippin, niggas start set trippin', niggas started crippin', started
bloodin', started doin'-whatever thAT THEY WAS DOIN' i WAS BLASTIN' THEY
WAS BLASTIN' THAT nigga Daz was outcastin'. Those that try to get up and
do they thangswang, bangin' is my thang, pat-pat, niggas tryna jack,
niggas try to fuck my game. How the fuck I feel homeboy get that 8 and
drink some mo' niggas won't stop mashin' 'til we knock down every niggas
do'.
CHORUS:(repeat til end of song)
OUTRO: Uh, yeah, and there you have it, straight gangsta shit
The lyrics to Danism's song "Try" are about the struggles and dangers of living in the streets as a gang member. The intro sets the tone for the song, with the singer explaining that in today's world, people are trying to play each other to get ahead. The verses describe the hypocrisy and betrayal that the singer has experienced from people he thought he could trust, and how he had to resort to violence to protect himself and his crew. The chorus is a warning to anyone who tries to take advantage of the singer or play him for a fool.
The first verse touches on themes of loyalty, snitches, and jail time. The singer expresses his frustration with people who talk a big game but don't follow through, while also acknowledging the harsh consequences of getting caught up in the streets. He also talks about how racism has affected his friend's behavior, attributing it to the white man's influence. The second verse is more descriptive of a typical day in the singer's life, from selling drugs to cruising around with his crew. However, things quickly escalate when they are attacked by rival gang members, and the singer has to defend himself and his allies. Overall, the lyrics paint a picture of a violent and unforgiving world, where trust is hard to come by and survival is the priority.
Line by Line Meaning
Intro- Yeah, you know what I'm sayin. Mutha fuckas in this world tryna play niggaz out these days. Can't fuck around and play niggaz out these days niggaz is smart as a mutha fucka. A nigga gotta make cash. Only thang that's rulin' this mutha fucka right now is this strap, this weed, and this money I got in my pocket. And a nigga gone get mo' money. You know what I'm sayin'. Huh, fucc that.
The singer expresses his frustration with people who try to deceive others for their personal gain, but acknowledges that people are smarter now and the only way to succeed is by earning money through illegal means. He lists his possessions as a gun, weed and cash.
Verse 1- I hear some niggas come round here talkin' 'bout what the fuck they can do, but the only thang I do is realizin' in my crew. Fuck these snitches, fuck these bitches, ain't worth the jail time bro'. You know these streets is a mutha fuckin' joke and that's the way it goes. Playa, playa, got caught up, brought up the wrong way, but he say the white man fucked him up and got him actin' that way. You know the homey who be hangin' with the squad, lil' rassi's tryna practice actin' hard. Talkin' 'bout money, talkin' 'bout bitches, talkin' 'bout fancy cars and all that shit. Cocaine, a pound of weed, and bitches suckin' on his dick. He used to wanted to live that way, ever since them chronic days, the big homey C-Style put him on 19th street, got him on his way. It was cool 'cause he was finally one of us, someone we could trust, later on someone we couldn't trust. Niggas got greedy seen us clockin' dough in this rap game, threatened to snitch if he wasn't rich in a matter of days. Should we kill him or let him starve (kill him) Make you get real broke (kill him)-hell naw- this nigga gotta die right here we ain't joke (hell yeah)Check it.
The singer is fed up with people who talk about what they can do but can't deliver. He is dismissive of snitches and women, believing that they aren't worth getting in trouble for. He acknowledges the struggles of growing up in the streets and how it can turn people down the wrong path. The singer talks about a friend who used to be trustworthy, but eventually became greedy and threatened to snitch on the crew if he wasn't made rich. In the end, the singer decides to kill him.
Chorus-Don't try to play me homey, don't try to play me what, don't try to play me homey, who the fuck you think I was.(repeat twice)
The singer warns others not to try and deceive him, saying that he won't fall for any tricks and demands to be respected.
Verse 2-8: 30 in the evening I got the sack gettin' me set, some orange to get me on my mind and stay the just at rest. Cruise the neighborhood proudly and I'm throwin' up my set, Dogg Pound Gangsta homeboy and don't you forget. I crack a forty of that 8 fuck St.Ides, I love the taste, and my system bumpin' down the street with nothin' but bass. Me and the homeys flossin, we tossin' up the city lookin' clean as fuck, makin' green, mashin' as a mutha fuckin' team. It seems they always notice me who I am, got damn, tires poppin'. Pullin' up bumpin' the jam, niggas strted hopeless shootin. Scavion three chromes- and the sit-uation, it switched so fast, Daz the Dilinger, kickin' ass. Steadily movin' makin' cash. Later on I bounced to the club me and my cousin Rick and Snoop, top cousin Supafly, Big Stali and Hershay too. Cruisin' up with enough fools don't understand my thang, come around here homeboy and you won't see daylight ever again. Come tote me bitch, come get me rich, you know my way, my game, let's split, you down with this? Told you once told you twice told you somethin' ain't nothin' but a gangsta party bumpin'. Dumpin' on some niggas after the club, some niggas started trippin, niggas start set trippin', niggas started crippin', started bloodin', started doin'-whatever that they was doin' i was blastin' they was blastin' that nigga Daz was outcastin'. Those that try to get up and do they thangs wang, bangin' is my thang, pat-pat, niggas tryna jack, niggas try to fuck my game. How the fuck I feel homeboy get that 8 and drink some mo' niggas won't stop mashin' 'til we knock down every niggas do'.
The singer describes his nightly routine of cruising around with his friends, doing drugs and taking pride in their gang. He also talks about being recognized on the streets and the dangers that come with it, such as getting shot at. They go to a club and get into a fight with other people. The singer continues to assert his dominance and warns others not to mess with him or his team
CHORUS:(repeat til end of song)
The singer repeats his warning not to try and deceive him.
OUTRO: Uh, yeah, and there you have it, straight gangsta shit
The singer concludes the song by asserting that it is a representation of true gangsta culture.
Writer(s): Heidi Levo, Daniel Louis Gresham, Daniel Smith
Contributed by Vivian Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@ferregu12
Amazing
@fioncook5973
Sounds like July in the 90's !