Payin' Dues (Feat. Armageaddon & Keith Hunt)

Holy Christ, I leave rappers' souls as cold as ice I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin men to mice Breakin the law, city urban tower without a four Bringin the raw homicidal lyrics that clear the floor Niggas thought they seen the last of this Project poet assassinist Whose status is never havin to clappin clips Have to black-on-black some shit, attractive accentes Life luxury ??? crackin it Runnin with drugs and dealers Thugs and killers, slugs in villas Black gorillas and million dollar billers Microphone nemesis, murder affiliate Lyricists get dissed, dismissed, thrown off the premises Poetically mugged, pedigree's incredibly Movin steadily, thoroughly Clippin you somethin terribly Keith Nut, one of the last to go One of the last to flow One of the last niggas to blow [ CHORUS: Armageaddon ] Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas that be payin dues? (Keith Nut) Now who them niggas that be roamin the town Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas that be payin dues? ('Geaddon) Now who them niggas that be roamin the town Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down [ VERSE 2: Armageaddon ] I'm here to reclaim my respect Reppin the set that be bangin my chest T.S., the God's medaillon, tombstone and begets Alone and wet I blow my own Tec Ever had beef with 'Geadd and hold no regrets Then you was no threath I go to Death blessed with God's heed And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you knock-knee And my plot's greed, my theme's murder My climax is when the heat from the burner Blast