Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dues, artist - Cipher
Date of issue: 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 |