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