Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dues , by - CipherRelease date: 23.11.2009
Song language: English
Dues |
| My point of views through payin' dues |
| Using microphones set it off like the fuse in the Cipher zone |
| As I’m tellin' crews be gellin' |
| Rhymes blow your outter skeleton if your styles relevent |
| You know the flavor I gets deep like the grave |
| Headcracks I gave when tomahawk like a Brave |
| Now I’m paid in the trade like Special Ed Got It Made |
| Some conquer slave along the way sprayed like Raid |
| In 92 I spent my days in the YMCA |
| Freestyling while I cut the cross fade like a blade |
| Stayed off the stage writting page after page |
| Now I blast like a guage twisting raps like braids |
| Laid stunts like I forgot, blunts got me all high |
| Hittin' stick after stick as I kick back |
| Acting like you run shit, rappin' all that dumb shit |
| You ain’t the first one to brag about your fuckin' guns kid |
| Uzis and toolies they just don’t impress |
| Whoole under the best bless let’s my brain arrest stress |
| And that’s the test act like you got a clue |
| If you’re new on the set don’t forget to pay dues |
| Hook: |
| «I pay dues» «We work hard» «Payin' dues» |
| «I pay my dues and shit» — Guru (x4) |
| Now I’m on the come up no need to run up with your gun up |
| From sun up to sun down I run sounds |
| The rap race is mad fucked up |
| MC’s act stuck up but get they cars plugged cause they shit is butt |
| I bust rough cuts and never trust promoters at a show |
| They stack doe and try to stake me off the cash flow |
| Assholes be like «Yo know you got’s to pay dues» |
| Fuck that I slay crews since days of 1982 |
| You could never catch me empty handed at the mic stance |
| Understand I’m fed flippin' like tails and head |
| Born dead of the coffin known for droppin' non stoppin' schemes |
| Hit your spleen box and leave you fiendin' for oxygen |
| Rockin' 'em in Boston cause yo we ain’t soft when I blow spots off |
| Then step collect my props and be out with the skins or punany |
| Styles get deeper split the beaver |
| Hit the cheeba sip a liter of Tequila |
| I need a break gettin' tired of makin' demo tapes |
| Wating for papes fills my mind state with hate |
| I create since the days of the Cameo fame |
| So don’t come running up askin' about the dues I’ve paid |