| My point of views through payin' dues
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| Using microphones set it off like the fuse in the Cipher zone
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| As I’m tellin' crews be gellin'
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| Rhymes blow your outter skeleton if your styles relevent
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| You know the flavor I gets deep like the grave
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| Headcracks I gave when tomahawk like a Brave
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| Now I’m paid in the trade like Special Ed Got It Made
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| Some conquer slave along the way sprayed like Raid
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| In 92 I spent my days in the YMCA
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| Freestyling while I cut the cross fade like a blade
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| Stayed off the stage writting page after page
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| Now I blast like a guage twisting raps like braids
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| Laid stunts like I forgot, blunts got me all high
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| Hittin' stick after stick as I kick back
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| Acting like you run shit, rappin' all that dumb shit
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| You ain’t the first one to brag about your fuckin' guns kid
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| Uzis and toolies they just don’t impress
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| Whoole under the best bless let’s my brain arrest stress
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| And that’s the test act like you got a clue
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| If you’re new on the set don’t forget to pay dues
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| Hook:
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| «I pay dues» «We work hard» «Payin' dues» |
| «I pay my dues and shit» — Guru (x4)
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| Now I’m on the come up no need to run up with your gun up
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| From sun up to sun down I run sounds
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| The rap race is mad fucked up
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| MC’s act stuck up but get they cars plugged cause they shit is butt
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| I bust rough cuts and never trust promoters at a show
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| They stack doe and try to stake me off the cash flow
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| Assholes be like «Yo know you got’s to pay dues»
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| Fuck that I slay crews since days of 1982
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| You could never catch me empty handed at the mic stance
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| Understand I’m fed flippin' like tails and head
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| Born dead of the coffin known for droppin' non stoppin' schemes
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| Hit your spleen box and leave you fiendin' for oxygen
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| Rockin' 'em in Boston cause yo we ain’t soft when I blow spots off
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| Then step collect my props and be out with the skins or punany
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| Styles get deeper split the beaver
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| Hit the cheeba sip a liter of Tequila
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| I need a break gettin' tired of makin' demo tapes
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| Wating for papes fills my mind state with hate
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| I create since the days of the Cameo fame
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| So don’t come running up askin' about the dues I’ve paid |