See No Evil, Hear No Evil

by Dan-e-o



In 2004, Dan-e-o's long-awaited second album, See No Evil, Hear No Evil smashed on to the scene cementing his reputation as one of the world's most elite MCs. Mixing elements of funk, soul, reggae and rock with battle raps and conscious-minded lyricism, See No Evil, Hear No Evil includes the bangin' singles "T.N.T.", "Funkbox" and the party anthem, "Kama Sutra" with dancehall king and Dan-e-o's cousin, Red Rat! The music video currently has over 8 million views on YouTube!


released October 26, 2004


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Dan-e-o Toronto, Ontario

Veteran lyricist, Dan-e-o dropped his debut single "Dear Hip Hop" in 1996. It is widely considered a Canadian Hip-Hop classic.

And while he has followed it up with numerous albums, mixtapes and singles (all available on Bandcamp), he is now celebrating the 20 year milestone of his debut single with the new album "Dear Hip Hop: 20 Years Later".

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Track Name: Inferno
Dan-e-o, making it hot like Los Angeles
Give me a mic son, burning tracks long before downloading was possible!

Welcome to what’s best defined as my rhyme show
That petrifies guys with intensified flows
I testify God set the vibe in my soul
So inspect the lines, check for my specialized prose
I pose a threat to rappers and the industry at once
One side is out of luck, the other side is out to lunch
One side don’t wanna battle, the other don’t wanna budge
And sign me, well screw it, to hell with the whole bunch
I do this for my people supportin’ me from the day
Those who got my album and actually had to pay
Let me getcha up to date cuz a lot of shit has changed
Some of it’s mad dope but some of it feels strange
Like I’m single now, when in the clubs yo I mingle wild
Years ago, living without my lady, couldn’t think of how
More on that later, cuz I’m actually much stronger
Got ideas how to make my rap career longer
Slowed it down a bit, plus my hooks are top notch
Only ride the sickest beats plus the cuss words I watch
Flows are at they best whether smoothed out or hard
Still got a lot to say plus I still love God
Not a fool, I swallowed my pride and found a job
Finished school, then bought a new ride, then turned the knob
On the door where opportunity was knockin’
I’m rap’s eternal cradle, I will never stop rockin’
Check it out…


For my next stunt, a David Copperfield-like magic trick
Make a rapper disappear while I get set to brag a bit
But hold a sec, before I go ahead and take a stab at it
I have to slap a diss on all you niggaz on some tragic shit
It’s wack that it’s hard to find artists who ain’t frauds to me
If you ain’t on this record it’s because you didn’t wanna be
Ask to do a track and suddenly you stopped with callin’ D
But that’s alright, keep sleepin’, it adds to my armory
And now to all of the people who throw me pounds
When you see me on the street or somewhere around town
Tellin’ me to freestyle on the spot
Respect my space and privacy and if the time is right, then we’ll rock
But cut that shit out, I’m not 24-hour entertainment
Although I’m outstanding like payments from gamblers in Vegas
Okay kids, now that I got that off my chest
Let me a poke a finger in it, while I talk about the best
Where do I start? Oh yeah man, at shows I’m tops
I put more people’s hands in the air than cops
When I rock stages, I belong on a throne
I’m like a kid in school on Saturday, in a class of my own
You talk a big game, but when I show up to your festival
Your poise switches like voice pitches on transsexuals
But yo, the best of all is just for spittin’ these tunes
I make a living like women in delivery rooms

Track Name: Deadly
Whenever he flowin’, body counts are growin’
Please stay away cuz you know the nigga’s deadly!
Got your body burnin’, there’s nowhere to turn when
He’s on the mic, cuz you know the nigga’s deadly!
Have you ever heard of, major mass murder?
That’s what he does, lyrically the nigga’s deadly!
Cuz he has no equal, run go tell your people
Protect yourself!

Raps we load in tracks, pack kilos of wax
Whack weak bros with that, gats reload with phat
Flows tighter than your Speedos, harder than some steel toes
And nastier than dudes using dildos
Everyday my skill grows to give ya heart attacks
Even party raps corner cats in my slaughter shack
Flow nicer than whatever your local bar may got on tap
More times than “more times” is mentioned in Kardi’s track
Now the cards are stacked, if you wanna fuss, it’s on!
Me not rhyming’s like eliminating lust from porn
I bust with scorn to crush your whole’s junction’s form
You’re more pussy than Cheech Marin in “From Dusk Till Dawn”
If you’re a black pussy, white pussy, Indian pussy
I swear on mics a nagging sumo wrestler couldn’t push me
I’m colder than the rudest skeef you know who is stush be
Rip off your tushie and pass it to you like it’s a dutchie
Nobody can touch me, international or local
You’re a yokel, I’d win a battle with my back up vocals
Snap you in a chokehold, slap you like I’m Stone Cold
Your spot is an impatient telemarketer, it won’t hold!
Yo, the only shot you got is with a Smith & Wesson
If I never rid your presence then consider this a blessing
With more bangers than the world’s most dangerous intersection
I got my album sounding like a greatest hits collection
Yo I’m deadly!


I disconnect you guys’ disrespect
With wise intellect, devise crisp cassettes
So why’s sisters wet if my music ain’t fascinating?
Yo, you’re going nowhere like you had the wackest travel agent
With no exaggeration, I’m somewhat an oracle
Historical facts are indicating your future’s horrible
Solidified my spot while your rap career is portable
See I’ve been paying dues that you could never find affordable
You see because what Dan does is simply scandalous
Iller than what drivers of a Los Angeles ambulance is handed with
When gangstas is making advances for more social damages
Wonder like bread for sandwiches why you can’t rap with bandages?
It’s because I’ve brandished this: the awesomest sound
So phat, that any minute I’ll be bawlin’ from gout
This here’s the illest verse to ever fall from a mouth
Umpires attracted to me won’t dare calling me out
I’m warning you now, I have no problem beatin’ you herbs
You deserve to be embarrassed just for speaking your slurs
You geeks and you nerds think dissing me cuts deep and hurts?
I hope you like the taste of shit, cuz you’ll be eating your words!
Bwoy, I don’t business, a deviant be shown no leniency
If he nuh see, I’m hip-hop’s Braille, the world’s feeling me!
Believe me please, when it comes to killers, here’s my motto:
Consider the mighty Mono the Sopranos of Toronto!
I’m deadly!

Track Name: Foxy Lady
Foxy lady, why you actin’ shady?
I know you ain’t trying to play me out
With them vibes, what’s that all about?
Foxy lady, you drive me crazy
Why don’t you just be straight up
And tell me what you want, so I can give it to ya

since I broke up with my girl, how I’m feelin’ is wack
Convinced that every female living’s either schemin’ or slack
A meaningless pack of people good to pin on their back
Now every skeef on my roster's either Indian or black
From other races I ain’t separate, they happen to be my preference
So any lady interested, write this down for your reference
The butterscotch complexion, curvaceous in the right sections
Authentic in her reflection is what’s visual perfection
Straight up, a brother cried when he heard Aaliyah died, cuz bredren
I know for once there’s truly an angel in heaven
But most girls are unleavened, see they looks don’t match
The qualities that make me want more than to jook that snatch
Humour, intellect and honesty during our long chats
But I need a bar graph to map the vibes y’all brauds have
You feelin’ me or not? You got a nigga in doubt
Lookin’ for Coles notes about you, tryin’ to figure you out


What up love? Still lookin’ ruff? Yo, thanks for the rubs
You gave me on the dancefloor, not to mention the hug
You gave me when we parted, I thought “I want more of that stuff”
I picked you up in a club, so what you think I’m thinkin’ of?
I’ve heard it all before previous to tonight
Let me guess, you’ve never talked to a brother this height
Or somebody with dreadlocks or who’s skin was this light
Or who had videos that everybody swears is hype
Anyways, I’m amazed I could hold you for days
There’s no rush so say, by my third visit, we blaze!
You got a boyfriend? What you mean that I should have asked?
Based on what we’ve been doin’, I figured it wasn’t my task
Where you hidin’ your flask? You must be drunk talkin’ that nonsense
What up with skeefs and they half-assed conscience?

As if stoppin’ now would make it better if he finds out
That I’m the reason that you always on the other line now


C’mon girl, how much more you gon’ pretend with lies?
I mean so what if practically all of your friends is guys
I should exercise my right to excavate through thighs
Besides what was all that talk about me and my sexy eyes?
What kinda dude would actually wanna remain platonic?
Same one who calls you now that you’re single, ain’t that ironic?
Yesterday you was on it, I had you down to your panties
And you said waiting to do it next time would put your mind at ease
How so? I ‘ve seen you with your titties out yo
And you gon’ lick me up and say you don’t go down low?
If we friends, after the beep, when I say “I must now go”
What the hell you make that rude kissin’ your teeth sound fo’?
Sexual innuendo in every single conversation
You done told me you’re with it, so what’s with the complications?
I’m tryin’ to be calm and patient, there’s a lot to resist
Wait for what? My dick don’t get much harder than this!

Track Name: T.N.T.
I know you love how I do it to y’all
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 faces 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

‘Till 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


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 drawers
Every rhyme I shoot just simply without a doubt scores
While you could never come with the right hit like southpaws!

Track Name: Funkbox (feat. Chocolate Ty)
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!


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!

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


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!

Track Name: The Real Deal (feat. Spidahman & Nish Raawks)
Here it is! Bam!
And y’all say “oh fuck!”, this be a cold cut
Show love whenever the flow bust
Mash up the whole club, people in the line try door rush
People in they rides doing donuts
Pushin’ poems in the domes of groupies givin’ up that ‘chocha’
To the independent mommas who got they own stuff
Even white girls with no butts
I unload one in the domes of nine to fiver survivors
To the heads huggin’ the corners, this is for the
Big blingin’ ballers or the backpackin’ purists
Who say “The Source” sucks
Whether you smoke up or hold cups
It started as a slow buzz, now we roll up
Treat the industry like they owe us
Don’t front, you know who this is…

This is hip-hop! Yep, yep the real deal
Talkin’ ‘bout microphones and the wheels of steel
This is hip-hop! B-boys and graf bombin’
If you ain’t up to rep then you best pass on it
This is hip-hop! Fly ladies and gents
Comin’ out to the clubs and the major events
This is hip-hop! Underground and commercial
The same shit that builds us kills us…

You’ll never catch Nish posin’ in some flashy-ass get up
Cuz I’m fed up with people who listen to what they see and not hear
So I snear and appear looking pissed
As I breathe in the mist and as you bangin’ on your chest with your fist
I insist on rollin’ my own, can’t wait a turn
So tell me to go to hell cuz all I wanna do is burn
I live to learn and earn the things that I need
To succeed at a successful speed, best believe in Nish
I explode like a cist on a boxer’s fist
The death wish leaving whole cities dissed in this
I’m the rap yellow plague, spreading sickness
So if you sound like bitches, you gonna leave the cyph dickless
The difference is you listen while I study
I’m in the studio while you’re freestyling drunk with one of your buddies
It’s more than just a fashion and flashin’, it’s passion with tongue lashin’
You know my crew so stop askin’!


This is Mo-no-lith!
Definition: an unbreakable rock, no knots and no rifts
You mocked and you quipped that my flock is the pits
We watched and we hawked while you talked all your shit
Now we clockin’ you with lyrics that’s hotter than wires is
In stolen kinds of whips and faulty kitchen appliances
Got it down to a science it’s your three royal heinesses How petrifying this Dan, Spi and Nish alliance is
You find it crisp that you got this new identity
But since elementary school, my status was celebrity
Cuz I had this tendency: always rap offensively
And dent MC’s using talent shows as my weaponry
True lyricist necessities
I got ‘em covered like conspiracies and priest’s sexual histories
CDs: 20 bucks, 30 for the live hypeness
Experiencing mics ripped like this: Priceless!

Track Name: Stand Clear (feat. Irs & Wio-K)
Yo, nod your neck as the record gets so mean
That every head detects that I’m in effect like codeine
We bring hip-hop to life where there’s no scene
Our show seems to convert rap culture into D.N.A. protein
You only spread our name when you create rumours
We consider you late bloomers cuz your crew couldn’t relate sooner
You want some help? Well, here’s a hand out:
Your formula’s bitten, see while you trying to fit in, we trying to stand out
The songs you make are almost real so fake harder
I see red but these blood suckers ain’t dead so push the stake farther
Our verses hit so hard, they break armor
Spot the wicked then move away with the reflexes of a snake charmer

Yeah, we strapped with them phatter tracks, chat that my pack is wack
My crew, especially that Black Cat ain’t having that
Stacked with more fire than an Afghani gat attack
So repeat offenders can’t come back with a badder rap!
Cover your eyes, guard your grill and block your tummy
Or get left crooked like a cop with extra pocket money
A taser couldn’t stun me, but what really provokes
Is this industry is still taking Monolith for jokes
We pound like an athlete’s heart before he races
To grand slam this business in hopes to clean up its basis
Cuz every time you chop us down, we grow back bigger
Go figure, now Run Tell Dat nigga!

Trust me, we ain’t going nowhere
You thought my crew wouldn’t be here
We real sick with the mic, we still ripping it right
We crush clicks with this tight flow, fo’ sho’
So you best to stand clear!
Trust me, we ain’t going nowhere
You thought my crew still gon’ be here
We real sick with the mic, we still ripping it right
We crush clicks with this tight flow, fo’ sho’
So you best to stand clear!
Trust me, we ain’t going nowhere

(forgive me God)
I make you scream the Lord’s name in vain
Spittin’ rhymes in your ear to make you pop a blood vessel in your brain
I’m hotter than a kettle on flame, way ahead of the game
Niggaz ain’t ready for these levels of pain
I’m sickening like sixteen clit rings ready to rip things
Setting up big things, think you’re fly? I clipped wings!
Rip dudes, flip dudes who think they’re testin’
But they’re gifts get ripped open quicker than Christmas presents
Niggaz don’t wanna start messin’ with a seasoned veteran
Who could spit a verse and leave a whole species threatened
Use complete discretion when niggaz reach in the session
We tear functions, leave your ears thumpin’, Wio tear somethin’!

Yeah, Dan and Irs, I got a plan to burst
Let’s jam the earths until they understand we’re first
Yo, some man will curse upon the dead, tell you they’re true
Well you can see right through the lie and wonder why they tried with you, dude
Payback’s a slut bitch and it’s real
Like bunnin’ weed around foreigners you can’t feel
You style bitin’! I smile while writing
You bullshit until it gets hit by wild lightning
The good grace kept a few men by your back
It’s them same man you want to move on and talk your crap
Now why is that? They want know it’s cool, cuz Wio’s phat
Man’ll go the extra mile to see we out lying flat!

Trust me, we ain’t going nowhere
You thought my crew wouldn’t be here
We real sick with the mic, we still ripping it right
We crush clicks with this tight flow, fo’ sho’
So you best to stand clear!
Trust me, we ain’t going nowhere
You thought my crew still gon’ be here
We real sick with the mic, we still ripping it right
We crush clicks with this tight flow, fo’ sho’
So you best to stand clear!
Trust me, we ain’t going nowhere
Track Name: Sekkle Down
Monolith niggaz keep the party live
Prepare to get wet if you coming inside
But don’t bother reach with no negative vibes
Alright y’all? Well, alright then!
Hey yo, my crew’s in the place to have a real good time
Scoping out the gyals with the big behinds
You better just step if your mind’s on crime
Alright y’all? Well alright then!

Hey yo, Monolith’s rockin’ it, ain’t no stoppin’ it
Underground, mainstream we got what you wanna get
Dan-e-o is on the set, how much you wanna bet
This punk bouncer’s gonna tell me “stand up on the wall” again?
How many times I gotta tell ya that I am performing here?
Screamin’ I can’t roam in there unless I’m wearing formal gear
What is this, a wedding? Why you act like it’s a closed affair?
And I don’t suppose you care that girl ain’t wearing no brassiere
Oh, no runners, no khakis, no jeans
No wonder this club is the wackest I’ve seen
I mean, I was here for sound check, no one around yet
Remember? You were boppin’ your head chillin’ on the lounge set
Now get the promoter and we’ll find out if we play
Oh I can walk through, but he stay? That’s my D.J.!
You the reason niggaz walk up in here with a switchblade
And cut you up like first lines of songs on a mixtape

We came here to party, rock your body (oh yeah!)
If you came here to brawl, just sekkle down!
Lame kids trying to fight, same shit every night
We came here to party, rock your body (oh yeah!)
If you came here to brawl, just sekkle down!
Sekkle down bwoy, yo sekkle down!

What gyals wear, always hot in it, batti fully cockin’ it
I know “junk in the trunk” but how much luggage is you walkin’ with?
Man dem steady clockin’ it, thinking “that I got to get”
crazy winin' until she see the man that she talkin' with
Yelling “what the hell you doing lettin’ this guy rub on you?
That’s something only lovers do, now get ready to rumble dude”
I’m like “me never trouble you, to her me nah care wah you do
Cuz now I’m checking for her friend, it seems she wanna bubble too”
Yo, dark honies, Indians, lightskins
Philipinos, latinos, even some white tings
How ya expect fi man ah come dance and not jam?
If that’s your girl, then why’d she say she didn’t have a man?
Now you wan raise ya hand with whatever weapon’s in it
You knew she’d punk you off, that’s probably why you kept it hidden
Now ya dome is set for splittin’, cuz if you didn’t notice
My click’s the Monolith, the crew that’s deeper than her throat is!


My bredrens don’t care, we’ll squash your tribe
Keeping distance is what you best decide
We never start beef, but don’t let shit slide
Alright y’all? Well alright then!

Mad niggaz screwfacing it, steady perpetrating kid
See me get in free and now they’re carrying a crate ‘n’ shit
Looking at me, hating that ladies are debating if
They should come and say “hi” or straight up start fellating him
Yo, it ain’t my fault that all the sweet joobies, dem wan see me
Recently pump my CD, cuz frequently I’m on TV
Ask all kind of question like dem wan go write biography
Now you haffi target me as if involved in archery
Eh, some advice, y’all tykes, less fights
My knights’ not Christ, but forever bless mics
Y’all niggaz need to check your egos with your jacket
You the one who brushed me, what’s the reason for the racket?
Acting like getting your shoes stepped on’s the world’s end
Why you vex? Cuz your flex don’t impress your girlfriend?
Underneath the dress code, they should write “no immaturity”
The only girl feeling you’s the one working security!

Track Name: Nostalgia
CHORUS (x2):
Just ride, feel that vibe
Y’all get live ladies, we gon’ party now!
Just ride, feel that vibe
Y’all get live niggaz, we gon’ party now!

Man, I remember when hip-hop was all about partyin’
And any place it played was a spot to move your body in
Started in the park and it had everybody droppin’ in
Now brothers wanna squeeze it of its life and try to darken it
With boring ass raps, when nobody is hearing it
Soundin’ like they the method for a science experiment
Y’all heads ain’t been around to see what Dan has seen
After writing lyrics, we used to make dance routines
‘Member the “House Party” scene when Kid ’N’ Play was battlin’?
And after when the rappin’ end, they gave each other dap again
Then they started scatterin’ cuz nothing really mattered then
Except the jaw jabberin’ with ladies just to dance with them
Dudes with dap was based on who could rap
And who could best imitate the moves of Scoob & Scrap
So while you choose to chat about how much you were a baller
We would argue over who’s high top fade was taller
When designs were in, on my head, I shaved a heart
And told your girl, she’s the reason for the way it was carved
If you miss the way hip-hop used to sound
Gather everyone you know, cuz yo…
We gon’ party now!


Man, I remember when hip-hop was all about the positive
When topics of our songs were socially provocative
Racism was targeted as something to discard but it
Seems today hatred is the way hip-hop is marketed
Too many rappers talkin’ shit, what’s they malfunction?
Over ten years later, we still headed for self-destruction
Gangsta rap, not many MC’s would try
That’s why, to this day, we say “peace” instead of “goodbye”
A tradition that’s been conditioned from back in the days
When in school, for class projects I’d be rappin’ for A’s
Braggin’ always how we could change the world with a tune
But now I can’t watch a video when mom’s in the room
I hope it’s gone soon cuz everybody’s shootin’ and killin’
And braggin’ about it, I swear rappers are the stupidest villains
Dude, it was ill when cats like Rakim and Kane slammed
When the West Coast All-Stars were in the same gang
When X-Clan jams made a vex man dance
Arms crossed, legs apart is how you’d check Dan’s stance
If you hate the road hip-hop’s going down
Join the Mono man dem because….
We gon’ party now!


Man, I remember when hip-hop was all about battlin’
Except it didn’t involve the death of a rapper then
Ain’t no need for scrappin’ man, they was makin’ classic jams
Wars of words to prove no one was in a class with them
To be mic champions’ where real props stand
Or battlin’ for a name like them two Roxannes
LL and Kool Moe Dee, Juice Crew and BDP
But it seems today the battle is the world against me
Cuz nobody cares about lyrics, what used to be wack
Is what everybody seems to be pickin’ up off the rack
Rappers rhymin’ so soft, they should be one of the Spices
Somehow people support the modern day Vanilla Ices
Usin’ devices like clothing seemingly priceless
The fame I might miss, but I must keep comin’ with niceness
Cuz I ain’t tryin’ to be one of hip-hop’s clowns
Keep it raw even when I roar…
We gon’ party now!

Track Name: Raw Is War (feat. Spidahman)
It’s Dan and Spi: the Bash Brothers, here to smash busters
There’s nothing you could do to help avoid this mass bumrush
Declarin’ war so prepare for some crass ruckus
Secure your weapons, that’s any mic our ass gon’ touch
It’s on now! But don’t look at me because you started it
Every line, in every track is some retarded shit
Every rhyme in every rap: murder and horniness
Every song you offer is monstrously preposterous
Our culture, you dishonour it, stupid crews screamin’
‘Bout you’ll lose cream when they break into homes of fools sleepin’
Fake thugs, perfect examples of misused semen
As if you’ll see ‘em in museums killer dudes be in
Step on the battle ground and just make sure your side is ready
Although to scrap with Monolith just means you’ve died already
We crazy like people were when they first heard “Bye D’Plenty”
Crush you like what I got on Tara Chase and Namugenyi

CHORUS (x2):
Raw! All y’all niggaz, just get ready for war!
Had enough suckers? It’s time we settle the score!
Doin’ it for sure! Lyrics so pure!
You better believe my nigga, we get raw!

Victim or victor? Shit’s off the richter
We in the mix y’all, this is war!
Words And Rhythm hit ‘em, we up in hell’s kitchen
Chickens with samonilla, niggaz be burnin’ biscuits
Yo speak on (speak on) losing my religion
Y’all ain’t practice what you preach and I ain’t believin’
These heathens and my peoples ain’t neither
For real dog, I ain’t no rapper on no soap box
Tellin’ you the sky fallin’ but seeing the cess pool and diving all in
Defies logic, it’s almost over now
It ain’t no perfect world, and never will it be
But the challenge is for more balance, you feelin’ me?
Get it together before we get it together
I said what I had to say now so get familiar
Get it together before we get it together
I said what I had to say now let the chorus tell ya


Do you really wanna take it to the frontline?
If you want it, you can get it done up one time
You won’t understand what happens when we combine
Dan-e-o and Spidahman take way your sunshine

Words And Rhythm means WAR, pen is mightier than the sword
You can murder the messenger, but the message ain’t ignored
For sure, watch how we mash for Lith
Handling business like Erick and Parrish Smith
We have to win, can’t give in
Rise like a Phoenix that’s flapping wings
Tell ‘em what’s happening: smackin’ ‘em with an acronym
But in reality, backin’ ‘em, Partnerz In Rhyme back again, Dan begin!

Attackin’ ‘em, hackin’ ‘em up with our rappin’ acumen
No laughin’ when we steady crackin’ men and bitch slappin’ ‘em!
Trapped up in a state of imaginin’ that they badder than Osama Bin
But in this rap labyrinth, we lappin’ ‘em!
Ask your friends, who really likes songs about your tech glocks?
I mean, when you play ‘em do you actually expect props?
You’ll get dropped, cuz real hip-hop is what I majored in
Whip niggaz so bad that they’d prefer to just be slaves again!

Track Name: We & You
This rap addict’s back at it to have you fags frantic
Cats who have static, your caskets need plannin’
Though Dan is asthmatic, I lyrically blast cannons
I seriously can’t stand what this industry has patented:
A style of rap that’s laced with phrases that’s basically lazy
Wasting our babies’ minds through songs that’s crazily shady
Amazing me maybe the most is how we disgrace the ladies
On screens, got ‘em dribbling more balls than Tracy McGrady
What company hired you to give you to give the rep that you holdin’?
Sometimes I see your V.I.P. pass and bet that it’s stolen
You never wrote a rhyme so why your head is so swollen?
Couldn’t make a crowd get up even if the credits was rollin’
It’s a shame you an A&R, you won’t get your label far
Would rock groups get signed if its members couldn’t play guitar?
(No) then why do wack rappers make mad grands?
Meanwhile, without a badge, I’m still known as The Man, yeah!

CHORUS (x2):
WE come to rock, YOU come to jock!
WE nice the vibe and y’all niggaz dick ride!
YOU come to hate, WE snatch your plate!
And YOU get your food eaten every time!

I crush clowns, make they’re blabberin’ a hushed sound
Gwannin’ with too much mouth like if they scored a touchdown
Now they just cuss, frown and cry cuz they just found
I must pound punks into the ground ‘till they dust bound
Cuz all you’ve done is rockin’ in your click’s sessions
Assumin’ that each verse makes a popular impression
Stop any bredren from walkin’ up into my section
Cuz from one mention, I pop niggaz like big questions
Still my records don’t make enough funds for me
And you complainin’ how commercial hip-hop’s come to be?
You internet nerds are all punks to D
How will underground survive when you get stuff for free?
See this menace is a murderer with sentences
Greater than percentages of pregnant kids on T.V. talk show segments is
But you a faker, step to me and I’ll make ya
Later than periods and the times most niggaz wake up!


WE be the niggaz who can rock the house
And YOU be the niggaz who just run your mouth
See, WE be the niggaz who can make ‘em dance
And YOU be the niggaz you ain’t got a chance
See, WE be the niggaz who are bound to blow
And YOU be the niggaz who ain’t learned to flow
So just chill and check how it’s supposed to go
Yo peep it, yo peep it, peep it, peep it…

Man, what you lookin’ at? Who you tryin’ to scare with your crooked raps?
Cookin’ facts up so all that’s in your lyric book is crap
Claimin’ you jookin’ chaps, to me you the shookest cats
How you sell your soul, you might as well work where them hookers at
Battle your click and start with the largest member
Spirits I break with more malice than all of law’s offenders
Hotter than West Indian food made with the harshest pepper
Serve you niggaz with verses badder than my father’s temper
Remember “Dear Hip Hop”?, you one of his abusers
Especially you hatin’ types, fake gangstas and you nerds
Callin’ my pager anonymously dissin’ me through words
No metaphors needed here: you’re straight up friggin losers!
Yo, you’re soon to hurt, here’s what happens when this tune’ll burst
It’ll puncture the universe like dolls for a voodoo curse
Do you see the moon and earth? Yo, they’ll be the first to go
I don’t know what’s worse you know, a flood or when I burst a flow!

Track Name: Amazing (feat. Blessed, Lindo P & Spidahman)
Where does your conscience dwell since the world’s gone to hell?
Can’t imagine how the people who were held hostage felt
Time for those songs you tell to be left on the shelf
Play like a website bwoy: just calm yourself
The twin towers was crumblin’, got me steady wonderin’
What more will it take for you to stop menial rumblin’?
How you gonna answer when the voice of God is thunderin’?
“What did you do with what I gave you to stop the sufferin’?”
I mean, what’s gettin’ high? You could be the next to die
What’s ice when terrorism got the world petrified?
What’s having the nicest ride when your nation’s throwin’ bombs?
And what’s your song when it’s part of what’s goin’ wrong?
You see what I’m saying is reality is stashed
In the back to allow for the breeding ground for trash
You claim you smokin’ niggaz but you nuttin’ but the ash
I hope you’re counting includes blessings with your cash!

Give Jah praise, give Jah praises!
Give Jah praise cuz true love is amazing!

Love to see the pretty girl dem a jiggle yo
Especially when dem a wine and ah wiggle
Two a dem a mob Bless, me itch up in a di middle yo
Crack a joke and di two a dem a giggle
Dem nah go blow no man like flute nor fiddle yo
Mouth fresh and it nah stink like pickle
Dem a say me big and me nah likkle like a nickel yo
Ah say mi good me nah make dem run a trickle

Make di fire blaze, blaze
You know say rasta youth, say we no ‘fraid, ‘fraid
Go make this fire, make this fire blaze, blaze
You know say rasta youth, say we no ‘fraid, ‘fraid
Hey yo, everywhere mi go, mi hear man talk ‘bout dem a shotta
Woman wear no clothes, cha, something nah proper
Tell me what’s the matter, nastiness ah wha dem catch ya
Dem ah go feel di rapture put themself in ah disaster
Righteousness is what I’m after, check out the master blaster
Hair it never braid up and you know that I’m a rasta
Nah go nyam di pork, and mi bun out all imposter
We could move slow but righteous youth ah move faster


In the party, kid died in the club
Next week, everybody still throwin’ they hands up
Soundbwoy pack the sound up move the dance to the morgue
Let’s see which rudebwoy play the wall like he core
“Blood pon yuh shoulder!” sleeve lookin’ wet
Y’all only say it’s live when a nigga praising death
Youth man, tell your two friends, “cool bred’”
Simmer and keep a cool head, we came to party, not to see a fool dead
Who said it’s easy? Make a nest egg out a goose egg
Even in the spotlight, niggaz act like new bread
Got a choose, step wise, dude take time, when you do get shine
You never gon’ get bligh, messin’ with them reptiles
Yes child, this be the lyrical negro spiritual
Off the chain like the slave that got away, here we go

Track Name: Kama Sutra (feat. Rishaard, Charisma, Spidahman, Grimace Love & Red Rat)
Long ago, in the hearts of Scarborough
Sweet mama rushing me hard like El Diguardo
She look good, thinking sicker thoughts than Paul Bernardo
Background Barbados, from Esplanade though
Thick lips, fat ass and knee high boots from Aldo
Make a brother pack a thicker one, it’s Desperado
The words I may borrow ain’t from the heart though
The only thing I’m kissing tomorrow is a Marlboro
Present love life don’t concern me or the Mono
Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, and then I’m gone, that’s the motto
Rishaard’s like a soldier, hold you it’s thunder
Recognize the big dog respect that I’m under

“When you coming back, Charisma?”
Hush up your lip young sister, just whisper
Bawlin’ out my name in jam like I miss ya
W’happen to you idiot gyal? Me never kiss ya
You’re just a round the way jook
Me a go please her once and she hook
Time to release her, now she all shook
This little skeaser, me she gon’ book?
Please! Recognize my steez, no time for drama
Too many big booty bashment beans in Toronto
Eyeing these Chinese, Guyanese
Never crave no vanilla just black cake and brownies
From around the way, always had to play
Never had to pay, practically
Got the crown to make every brown girl say
“Kush kush huta hai!”

CHORUS - DAN-E-O (x2):
Been watchin’ you girls all night (all night)
You and all your friends look right (alright)
Hairstyle and outfit look tight
Alright, we doin’ mad moves from the Kama Sutra

She has the Carib in she hand and she workin’ she rass and she playin she mass
"Oh gosh darling"
Can't let you pass without taking a dance "well then, come on nah man"
”Jeez and ages!”
Me feel the Badung Badang when me get in the back, almost rub off me pants!
”Oh gosh”, now what you name? "Shanti"
5'5, brown eyes, got a nice bamsey
Off the high wine do a low wine nasty
Grab me by the ganzi, head back to the gates
The way that ass a shake I had to mash up the paddicake!
(Uh huh) I had to mash up the paddicake, ya heard!

When I stepped in the place,
She show me love and tell me,"don't bother moving with haste
Take time" But, my mind deh pon she wine,
She waistline, how she twist up she behind
This young flesh got me wet up with sweat,
Vex and upset, close to death, losing breath,
So we jet from the fete to my spot
Done talk! Lip lock!
Preparing for shots, like she hearing gun talk
Oh scunt Tracey, baby, girl you amaze me
The Douglah bubblah come to trouble ya lady
"Maybe we’ll chill out and shoot the breeze?"
You crazy? I give she what she need indeed!


Caribana weekend, Yonge Street flooded with joobies
Mono man reach late but still lookin’ for goodies
So many batty and boobies we could rub come autumn
Want gyal like my song, dem hafi have big bottom
Look over so, “watch ya”, you know di gyal butter
I wonder where she from, Guyana or Calcutta?
She have a wild bumper, you know say me wan crush her
She remind of a gyal I once knew, but me nah Usher
So listen here baby, me wan somethin’ fi go down
So sweet gyal, you make me wan sing “Sugar Bum”
“Sugar Bum, Sugar Bum Bum” gyal when we meet
Me go treat you like this record and give you a nice beat!

It’s the Rat! Oh No!
Yo, long time me a watch you through me binocular
Wonder if you like me seeing you’re so popular
But me know me gotta get the number to your Nokia
Know me a bachelor still want you sloppy yah
Straight up, nah hold back, me wan give you di cocky yah
Mount you like jockey make you wine pon mi rockulah
Don’t worry, me nah bite, nah me nah Dracula
Want get knock ya? Sit down pon me lap yah
Whooo! On your mark get set, don’t fret
Time to get soakin’ wet! Aaaah!
All you want, you goin’ get, except
Dat me nah cat, me nah pet
Let’s bet who come first goin’ win
On your mark, let’s get go, Zing!
Take this, take that, ride me riddim
Hold on, me win! Hold on, me win!

Track Name: For Love
Tell me wha gwan hyah, cah dem say
We cyant get along so wha di people say?
Is why we quarrelin’ and not living for love?
Wha di people say? (x2)

Wha gwan? Tell me something, make me understand
You’re not a travel bag bwoy, why you carry on?
Who told you the don? Yo, where you come from?
Your skin the same colour as mine bwoy, you need sun!
Maybe your hair is straighter but I wouldn’t trade my
Dreadlocks for a plate of gold blocks and a LeSabre
Cuz see, I’m not a traitor, when referring to my people
I’m including the blacks and the whites, both are equal
The soil inhabits evil, our continent was accomplished
Through slavery and massacres of natives now impoverished
Yo man, don’t test me, I know the ancestry
Two E’s in Europe, both meaning ‘Evil’ for made centuries
Retaliation tempts me, could have the nation messy
Seeing others through the eyes of the Father’s what prevents me
Cyant mix dog with cat but any humans can breed
The 100 metre dash is the only race we need! Yo!


W’happen to you bredren? How many tie you severin’?
Befriending those depending if them watch rabbi or reverend
Ain’t no use in defending religion to this youth
Cuz superiority of beliefs is a mistruth
Who tell you say to whom and where you pray is what prepare your way
To heaven’s gate or wherever you going once your shell decay
If day to day you cyant stay away from a state of hate
Claiming those of wayward faiths soon to face a heinous fate
Ain’t no way to blind God’s eye from your interior
The road to salvation isn’t segregation, hear me nah?
Who cares if you go to a mosque, church or synagogue?
As long as the way that you’re living ain’t a sin to God
No disrespect but me nah care what you are
Too often religion is the reason for riots and war
You can call Him what you want but there’s just one God you know
And I hope when Him call you, that it’s safe for you to go! Yo!


Dear Heavenly Father, I don’t know why I bother
Sometimes to write rhymes feeling I won’t get no farther
Cuz all the while I’m arguing about finances
With my moms and my pops every time they’re getting chances
How well can one expect to do when family’s disrespecting you?
Reflected through the disdain for the music I’m connected to
“Accept it dude” is what I tell myself, am I wrong?
Cuz as long as I remember, me and pops ain’t got along
I doubt there’s even a reason to say it in this song
There’s a line dividing my family that will never be gone
From when I born, I knew I was made to make music
But losing money doing it, to them, is not amusing
Abusing each other with words I know is no solution
Especially when family is a dying institution
Lord, I pray for guidance in this world full of hatred
Cuz I don’t think we’ll make it if we don’t keep love sacred


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