Talib Kweli - Pay Ya Dues lyrics

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Talib Kweli - Pay Ya Dues lyrics

[Verse 1: Problem] [?] on Compton concretes R&B singers coming on fine sheets [?], sparkling wines Conceited hustle, obnoxious grind Like gimme that b**h, gimme that Like gimme that b**h, 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, an*lyze Channel check, our revolution is televised Hard days, long nights Penitentiary chances, f** it it's all light Sit and thinking sorry mama, throw you clowns a couple dollars, y'all Before you holla at a real n***a [Verse 2: Bad Lucc] Bad Lucc, grown man, full time, real n***a 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 b**h, gimme that Uh, like gimme that b**h, 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 n***as 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, n***a I take it back like gimme that, gimme that You f**ing kidding, not cutting these n***as any slack My hustle and flow allow me to pimp any track You get whipped with your own pistol you skinny black These n***as squeaking like sneaker soles on ball courts I'm all [?] to civilise the savages on all fours With sh** you never thought of The f**ing 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 b**h sh** is your fault You scavengers, pa**engers riding shotgun Sort of caught off guard, get on your job n***a

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