Danny has released many free projects over the web, the most popular being 2011βs XXX. Brown released the album "Hawaiian Snowβ with G-Unitβs Tony Yayo and several mixtapes (Detroit State of Mind 1-4, Browntown, Itβs A Art (with producer Mainframe) and Hot Soup). Brown has found much success on the internet through the support of the music blogs and social media and the decision to release βThe Hybridβ online as a free download.
Danny has worked with many artists in the Detroit hip-hop community such as the late J Dilla, Black Milk, Elzhi, Guilty Simpson, Trick Trick, and T3. Also known for championing up-and-coming artists, Danny has worked with lesser known acts such as Oakland, California's Main Attrakionz and is know for promoting these types of underground acts via his twitter.
Brown spent most of the summer of 2010 touring with G-Unit, and a few months later released βHawaiian Snowβ with Tony Yayo. Due to lack of promotion the sales were disappointing, however through the G-Unit connection Brown was able to experience firsthand the rigors of touring and the workings of the music industry as a whole. The experience served to jade Danny to the concepts of being on a major label and committing himself to appealing to an urban audience who he felt rejected him because of his look and style of dress which consisted of skinny jeans and vintage tees as 50 Cent refused to sign Danny Brown to G-Unit because he didnβt approve of his distaste for baggy denim. No longer concentrating on appealing to any particular audience, With this new found freedom, Danny delved into making more experimental music based on influences like UK Grime and Progressive Rock.
His experimental sound melded with traditional street narrative has brought about attention from progressive press such as Pitchfork.com, Fader Magazine, Spin Magazine and the like but no press more satisfying than making the cover of the Detroit Metro Times, his hometownβs alternative artβs and culture magazine.
Dannyβs music later found a home on Foolβs Gold Records, the independent label helmed by internationally heralded DJ A-Trak and his partner Nick Catchdubs. The label and the artist having the same mindset, the two parties are now focused on releasing his upcoming projects, a free album that released Summer 2011 entitled βXXXβ and his untitled Foolβs Gold records debut coming subsequently after.
His albums that followed also received positive feedback (Old, Atrocity Exhibition, U Know What I'm Sayin?).
He then sadly dunked on anyone else who had the misfortune to drop in the calendar year 2023 by dropping album of the decade Scaring the Hoes Vol. 1 with JPEGMAFIA on March 24th. It tragically received praise from disgraced music reviewer the BallDrop, but contrarily to this otherwise mark of disgrace from the worst person we all have the displeasure to be aware of, the album actually fye asl.
You know he had to go two for two on the DLC of Scaring the Hoes on the sacred national holiday of 7/11. No skips all Ws and is not mixed like shit for the "aesthetic" anymore, and JPEGMAFIA dodges the corny allegations by making Danny audible. Great news all around.
On October 17th, he began the rollout for his highly anticapted sixth studio album with the single Tantor (fire as fuck).
Fields
Danny Brown Lyrics
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Ain't gotta pot to piss in can't afford to pay attention
These unfamiliar niggas be expecting recognition
Respect the intellect let me continue on the mission
I used to walk through alleys, paths in the field
You know that one house where Kenneth use to live
Now its just another shortcut to the store
The TV in the window drew the line of what was rich and poor
On the way these niggas jumped me, left me wit knots on my head
Went to school yesterday and to had leave early
Cause niggas said they was gon' jump me at 3:30
All because I lived in the hood who they had beef with
And I ain't tell em, dog, I kept that shit a secret
But I can't really trip, niggas looked out for me
Them same niggas played me ainβt around to tell the story
I'm just young nigga on the D.O.T
With my headphones on and sack full of weed
Rhymes in my head thought nobody wanted to hear em
So I had the fiends hitting rocks like the Pilgrims
And where I live its house, field, field
Field field, field, house
Abandoned house, field, field
And where I live its house, field, field
Field field, field, house
Abandoned house, field, field
That nigga much sicker
Thats why he pop them pills, sip lean, smoke swishers
Yea I'm doing drugs thought I never ever try
That had my eyes so dry, dog I wish I could cry
I'm fucking bad foreign bitches while you in the hood
Smoking on some dirt weed smelling like some fire wood
Sitting on porches of abandoned houses
Or sitting in the field on bed bug ridden couches
It's like they all forgot man nobody care about us
That why we all ways end up in prison instead of college
Living in the system working kitchen for chump change
Lost in the streets niggas playing that gun game
Where nobody wins just a bunch of mommas losing
Dead body in the field, nobody heard the shooting
We living in the streets where the options is limited
Cause its burnt building instead of jobs and businesses
And where I live its house, field, field
Field field, field, house
Abandoned house, field, field
And where I live its house, field, field
Field field, field, house
Abandoned house, field, field
In Danny Brown's song, "Fields", he paints a vivid picture of growing up in poverty and the struggles that come along with it. The opening verses show how in a world where money talks, only those who don't have any are left to listen. Danny describes himself as someone who can't afford to pay attention and is often overlooked by those who expect recognition, highlighting the economic disparities and inequality that exist in our society. He reminisces about Kenneth's house, which was once a shortcut to the store but is now empty, abandoned and only serves as a reminder of what was once there.
Danny further describes his struggles growing up in the hood, where he was occasionally bullied and jumped by his peers. He kept quiet about the beef with the niggas who were after him and didnβt snitch. Danny is torn between his need for community and his obligation to protect himself. He reflects on the ways in which people are forgotten and left behind in this world, and how many end up trapped in the cycle of incarceration instead of gaining a college education. He closes by discussing how the options are limited in his community, with more burnt buildings than jobs and businesses, which only serves to perpetuate the pattern of poverty.
Overall, the song depicts Danny Brown's struggles in growing up poor and navigating the difficult terrain of his community, fraught with violence and poverty. He highlights the individual and systemic factors that contribute to poverty and inequality, urging his listeners to pay attention to those who are often overlooked.
Line by Line Meaning
When money talk only broke people listen
People who don't have money are the ones who pay attention to and prioritize money
Ain't gotta pot to piss in can't afford to pay attention
Without any resources or financial stability, one cannot focus on things outside of immediate survival needs
These unfamiliar niggas be expecting recognition
Unfamiliar people often desire and demand recognition without first building a foundation for it
Respect the intellect let me continue on the mission
Intelligence should be valued and respected, and one should continue to work towards their goals despite outside opinions
I used to walk through alleys, paths in the field
I used to walk through secluded, less frequented areas
You know that one house where Kenneth use to live
You know that one specific house where Kenneth used to reside
Now its just another shortcut to the store
That area is now being utilized as a shortcut to the store
The TV in the window drew the line of what was rich and poor
Being able to see a TV through a window created a distinction between those who had access to luxury items and those who didn't
Mommy gave me food stamps told me buy wonder bread
My mother provided me with food stamps and instructed me to purchase a certain type of bread
On the way these niggas jumped me, left me wit knots on my head
On my way to the store, these individuals attacked me and caused physical harm
Went to school yesterday and to had leave early
Yesterday, I had to leave school early for safety reasons
Cause niggas said they was gon' jump me at 3:30
Some individuals threatened to attack me at a specific time
All because I lived in the hood who they had beef with
The reason for the potential attack was because I lived in the same neighborhood as those who wanted to harm me
And I ain't tell em, dog, I kept that shit a secret
I didn't reveal this information to anyone, I kept it to myself
But I can't really trip, niggas looked out for me
Despite the threat, these same individuals protected me and kept me safe
Them same niggas played me ainβt around to tell the story
Those who once helped me are no longer present to share their side of the story
I'm just young nigga on the D.O.T
I'm a young person walking along the streets of Detroit
With my headphones on and sack full of weed
I'm carrying a bag of marijuana and listening to music with my headphones on
Rhymes in my head thought nobody wanted to hear em
I have lyrical ideas in my head but believe that nobody would want to listen to them
So I had the fiends hitting rocks like the Pilgrims
I sold drugs to addicts to make money, similar to how the Pilgrims found and utilized rocks as their form of currency
That nigga much sicker
That individual is much more ill
Thats why he pop them pills, sip lean, smoke swishers
That's why he abuses pills and codeine and smokes cigars
Yea I'm doing drugs thought I never ever try
Yes, I am using drugs even though I never thought I would
That had my eyes so dry, dog I wish I could cry
The drug use has caused my eyes to become dry and I wish I could cry
I'm fucking bad foreign bitches while you in the hood
I'm engaging in sexual activity with attractive foreign women while you are still living in the same neighborhood
Smoking on some dirt weed smelling like some fire wood
I'm smoking low-quality marijuana that smells like firewood
Sitting on porches of abandoned houses
I'm sitting on the front steps of empty, abandoned homes
Or sitting in the field on bed bug ridden couches
Alternatively, I'm sitting in fields on couches that are infested with bed bugs
It's like they all forgot man nobody care about us
It's as if everyone has forgotten about us and nobody is truly concerned for our well-being
That why we all ways end up in prison instead of college
That's why many of us end up incarcerated instead of pursuing higher education
Living in the system working kitchen for chump change
We are a part of a system where people work in kitchens for very little pay
Lost in the streets niggas playing that gun game
Individuals are caught up in the violent atmosphere of the streets, with some even participating in dangerous activities involving guns
Where nobody wins just a bunch of mommas losing
Engaging in these dangerous activities results in many mothers losing their sons, and nobody truly benefits from the violence
Dead body in the field, nobody heard the shooting
Somebody was killed in a field but nobody heard the gunshot
We living in the streets where the options is limited
We're living in an environment where the possibilities and opportunities are scarce
Cause its burnt building instead of jobs and businesses
This is because there are more abandoned, burnt buildings than there are job or business opportunities
Abandoned house, field, field
The surroundings are characterized by empty homes and expansive fields
Field field, field, house
There are vast fields and then a singular house
And where I live its house, field, field
The surrounding area is comprised of a house and expansive fields
Abandoned house, field, field
Empty homes and vast fields make up the environment in which I reside
Field field, field, house
The area is made up of fields, leading to one lone house
Lyrics Β© WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: Daniel Sewell
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@macacoartico42
Campos
Hablar de dinero ΓΊnicas personas escuchan rompiΓ³
no se tiene que caerse muerto no puede permitirse el lujo de prestar atenciΓ³n
Estos niggas desconocidas estar esperando el reconocimiento
Respetar el intelecto me deja continuar en la misiΓ³n
SolΓa caminar por callejones, caminos en el campo
Usted sabe que una casa donde Kenneth y ellos solΓan vivir
Ahora es solo otro atajo a la tienda
La televisiΓ³n en la ventana trazΓ³ la lΓnea de lo que era rico y pobre
MamΓ‘ me dio cupones de comida me dijo que comprara pan maravilloso
En el camino estos negros me saltaron, me dejΓ³ con nudos en la cabeza.
Fui a la escuela ayer yΒ meΒ fui temprano
porque los negros dijeron que me iban a saltar a las 3:30.
Todo porque vivΓa en el barrio con quien tenΓan problemas.
Y no se lo digo, perro, mantuve esa mierda en secretoPero
realmente no puedo tropezar, los niggas me cuidaron Los
mismos niggas jugaron conmigo no estΓ‘n para contar la historia
, solo soy un joven nigga en el DOt
Con los auricularesΒ puestosΒ y el saco lleno de hierba Las
rimas en mi cabeza pensaban que nadie querΓa escucharlas
AsΓ que hice que los demonios golpearan las rocas como los Peregrinos
Y donde yo vivΓa
era casa, campo, campo
campo campo, casa casa
abandonada, campo, campo
Y donde yo vivΓa
era casa, campo, campo
campo campo, casa casa
abandonada, campo, campo
Ese negro mucho mΓ‘s enfermo
que por eso se les pop pΓldoras, SIP magra, humo swishers
SΓ que estoy haciendo las drogas pensΓ³ que nunca vuelvas a tratar
de que tenΓa los ojos tan seco, perro me gustarΓa poder llorar
Me estoy tirando a malas perras extranjeros, mientras que en el capΓ³
Fumar en un poco de hierba de tierra que huele a leΓ±a
Sentado en porches de casas abandonadas
O sentado en el campo en sofΓ‘s llenos de chinches
Es como si todos hubieran olvidado al hombre, a nadie le
importamos
Viviendo en el sistema trabajando en la cocina para el cambio tonto
Perdidos en las calles niggas jugando ese juego de armas
Donde nadie gana solo un grupo de mamΓ‘s perdiendo CadΓ‘ver
en el campo, nadie escuchΓ³ los disparos
Vivimos en las calles donde las opciones son limitadas
Porque su edificio quemado en lugar de trabajos y negocios
Y donde yo vivΓa
era casa, campo, campo
campo campo, casa casa
abandonada, campo, campo
Y donde yo vivΓa
era casa, campo, campo
campo campo, casa casa
abandonada, campo, campo
@inhubygvt
One of the greatest hooks in history
@quasimotoz
and where i lived...
@aliabdallah9242
@@quasimotozit was house field field
@britawater2.056
Ong
@patrickmcgovern1137
"money talk, only broke people listen/too poor to pay attention ain't got a pot to piss in" some of the best opening bars ever, from one of the best tracks on one of the best albums ever
@supersaumon1631
canβt forget the first time i heard this tape 7 years ago. hands down my favorite rapper from this generation
@Farvadude
this song literally made me start caring about politics when i was an otherwise naive suburban teenager because i looked up what he's talking about in this song on google maps and it was even more shocking than his descriptions in these lyrics. it's like looking at the remnants of a warzone. there's nothing. there's no future. no reason to have been born. when i imagined myself growing up in those conditions, i immediately understood what's really going on with violent crime in these cities. i graduated college with honors. if i grew up like DB did i could totally see myself winding up dead or in prison.
@jalensera
His voice is so fire. So much conviction I feel like Iβm in
@kobyJ1984
not only is this track something i play non stop, but it explains my part of the world with everything dying and us who at one time never thought drugs would be part of our lives but are now our lives
@brainlapses
u a real one bro