[Intro] [MURS talking] So yeah man, we them dudes man You man not see us on the, on the TV with your favorite rapper You may not, hear us on the radio with the rest of them motherf**ers But I guarantee you, when you come to your city We-we some real motherf**ers. And our show is realer than a motherf**er man We makin' more money and we makin' better music man. Paid Dues motherf**er! [Verse One] [MURS] We them dudes still rappin' over samples Livin' by words, we the real life example We live the dream, no matter the cost You still sleepin' on us? Then it's your loss I ain't just some second stage openin' act I open up minds and I make impact I kicked the door open to the game in fact I created that lane you in, so kick back fool I come in peace but I'm from the streets A certified beast when it comes to beats Workin' ten times harder than your favorite rapper Rollin' with them psycho's it's a new chapter They respect cause I pay my dues A real hustlin' motherf**er Ain't afraid to lose You keep your head up and stay out of the pen You invest in yourself and you always win [Hook] [Sick Jacken] [x2] Paid dues Yeah man we paid dues You don't understand the things we been through Paid dues Yeah man we paid dues Standin' on stages and slayin' these fake crews [Verse Two] [Supernatural] Pay homage To the bombest Telepathic thoughts On the mic like Nostradamus Constellations and stars in my bars when I spit These styles are all real and they not counterfeit This is a mean sixteen that is pristine Cleaner than the red paint that's on Christine Understand I'm much more now than a man Do miraculous things when the mics in my hand I paid dues and got battle scars to show it Live MC if y'all did not know it A was born and raised a poet Hard as they talk Then I moved to the streets of New York An Indiana native And they was convinced It makes sense Met up with Grand Master Caz he made me a prince Yeah, an old Zulu warrior from the past Super Nat burn that a** to ash [Hook] [Sick Jacken] [x2] Paid dues Yeah man we paid dues You don't understand the things we been through Paid dues Yeah man we paid dues Standin' on stages and slayin' these fake crews [Verse Three] [Sick Jacken] I hit the street with more product the Feds brought in I'm doin' home invasions now cause the west forgot us I crack shows and crack skulls Your act blows A Living Legend and a Psycho who smash most I paid dues like the M.A.A.D. Circle The whiskey's gentleman The master's purple The mask is universal It's +Sick Side+ worldwide if you haven't heard You're tuned in to Sick Jack, Super Nat and MURS You won't catch us gettin' pub on the airwaves Hit the streets, hard boulevard, Kings of L.A Hip hop is underground and pop gets the airplay Ask the people what they wanna hear See what they say I stay heavy on the grind with mine Jump on stage, it's the only way my rhyme will shine The soldiers and gorillas combine it's one time Audio clips And spit straight bullets at your f**in' mind [Hook] [Sick Jacken] [x2] Paid dues Yeah man we paid dues You don't understand the things we been through Paid dues Yeah man we paid dues Standin' on stages and slayin' these fake crews