Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paid Dues, artist - Sick Jacken. Date of issue: 11.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paid Dues |
| So yeah man, we them dudes man |
| You man not see us on the, on the TV with your favorite rapper |
| You may not, hear us on the radio with the rest of them motherfuckers |
| But I guarantee you, when you come to your city |
| We-we some real motherfuckers. |
| And our show is realer than a motherfucker man |
| We makin' more money and we makin' better music man. |
| Paid Dues motherfucker! |
| We them dudes still rappin' over samples |
| Livin' by words, we the real life example |
| We live the dream, no matter the cost |
| You still sleepin' on us? |
| Then it’s your loss |
| I ain’t just some second stage openin' act |
| I open up minds and I make impact |
| I kicked the door open to the game in fact |
| I created that lane you in, so kick back fool |
| I come in peace but I’m from the streets |
| A certified beast when it comes to beats |
| Workin' ten times harder than your favorite rapper |
| Rollin' with them psycho’s it’s a new chapter |
| They respect cause I pay my dues |
| A real hustlin' motherfucker |
| Ain’t afraid to lose |
| You keep your head up and stay out of the pen |
| You invest in yourself and you always win |
| Paid dues |
| Yeah man we paid dues |
| You don’t understand the things we been through |
| Paid dues |
| Yeah man we paid dues |
| Standin' on stages and slayin' these fake crews |
| Pay homage |
| To the bombest |
| Telepathic thoughts |
| On the mic like Nostradamus |
| Constellations and stars in my bars when I spit |
| These styles are all real and they not counterfeit |
| This is a mean sixteen that is pristine |
| Cleaner than the red paint that’s on Christine |
| Understand |
| I’m much more now than a man |
| Do miraculous things when the mics in my hand |
| I paid dues and got battle scars to show it |
| Live MC if y’all did not know it |
| A was born and raised a poet |
| Hard as they talk |
| Then I moved to the streets of New York |
| An Indiana native |
| And they was convinced |
| It makes sense |
| Met up with Grand Master Caz he made me a prince |
| Yeah, an old Zulu warrior from the past |
| Super Nat burn that ass to ash |
| Paid dues |
| Yeah man we paid dues |
| You don’t understand the things we been through |
| Paid dues |
| Yeah man we paid dues |
| Standin' on stages and slayin' these fake crews |
| I hit the street with more product the Feds brought in |
| I’m doin' home invasions now cause the west forgot us |
| I crack shows and crack skulls |
| Your act blows |
| A Living Legend and a Psycho who smash most |
| I paid dues like the M.A.A.D. |
| Circle |
| The whiskey’s gentleman |
| The master’s purple |
| The mask is universal |
| It’s +Sick Side+ worldwide if you haven’t heard |
| You’re tuned in to Sick Jack, Super Nat and MURS |
| You won’t catch us gettin' pub on the airwaves |
| Hit the streets, hard boulevard, Kings of L. A |
| Hip hop is underground and pop gets the airplay |
| Ask the people what they wanna hear |
| See what they say |
| I stay heavy on the grind with mine |
| Jump on stage, it’s the only way my rhyme will shine |
| The soldiers and gorillas combine it’s one time |
| Audio clips |
| And spit straight bullets at your fuckin' mind |
| Paid dues |
| Yeah man we paid dues |
| You don’t understand the things we been through |
| Paid dues |
| Yeah man we paid dues |
| Standin' on stages and slayin' these fake crews |