Pay Ya Dues

[Verse 1: Problem] [?] on Compton concretes R&B singers coming on fine sheets [?], sparkling wines Conceited hustle, obnoxious grind Like gimme that bitch, gimme that Like gimme that bitch, gimme that All biz, never personal Big bands, no rehearsal though Showtime no cable box The independent that all of the major labels watch Grade us, analyze Channel check, our revolution is televised Hard days, long nights Penitentiary chances, fuck it it's all light Sit and thinking sorry mama, throw you clowns a couple dollars, y'all Before you holla at a real nigga [Verse 2: Bad Lucc] Bad Lucc, grown man, full time, real nigga Eyes that's against them it's intricate what I lived through Dip my raps in acid and [?] Walk with the illest, spark with my brothers it's [?] Back and forth [?] peep your design Studied all the legends, I'm soul attacking my G Mos Def I'm a black star, ask Talib Kweli Go insane Jack, I run it from way back Duck Down, bust a shot now they want us to rain back How did you do it, thuggin on dolo Cash under a polo, tell a story of a young kid, wish as clear as a photo Uh, like gimme that bitch, gimme that Uh, like gimme that bitch, gimme that You learned your lesson for holding out on a king I pay my dues with blood and sweat and a diamond ring [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Make the check out to Talib Kweli, esquire You niggas ain't the best rappers y'all the best liars You soft as summer rain, how you gonna bang With the Clubber Lang, you gotta slang Pay ya dues, nigga I take it back like gimme that, gimme that You fucking kidding, not cutting these niggas any slack My hustle and flow allow me to pimp any track You get whipped with your own pistol you skinny black These niggas squeaking like sneaker soles on ball courts I'm all [?] to civilise the savages on all fours With shit you never thought of The fucking phlegm I cough up is more rough than your stuff Your little orphan Annie, I'm Daddy Warbucks rising across the battlefield on a war horse My existence is your loss, all this bitch shit is your fault You scavengers, passengers riding shotgun Sort of caught off guard, get on your job nigga