[Verse 1]
It seems to me I got the old bad blues
Always have props but now I'm paying dues
Going back into my mind about the places that we rock
Who's been talking sh** after shows can get popped
Cause they don't even know what we've been through
Seems like we getting game but our promotions for you
Very business minded and always on that real view
Our shows front through
That's a f**ed up deal
And I'm already broke so it won't make me no broker
And the street mentality makes me even doper
And I think to myself how we still rock clubs
Got a powerful mind and n***as still want dubs
I guess they money get straight
So the product's late
Got little [?] on stage for crews express hate
And it seems sometimes that I gotta get loose
Never asked for dues
Just wanna hear the truth
Since the age of dukes, like the music sound
On the market now, my label underground
I'm under-promoted, who's the marketing man?
Too much weight on my mind, can't you understand?
Or should I explain
Don't want to talk in person
Save it for the stage
Cause that's when I'm rehearsing
And I see people rocking even though it ain't me
Haven't met many groupies cause I'm choosy with my jimmy
And try to stay positive
Just to be a figure
But it seems like I'm trapped like the everyday n***a
But I still maintain
In this big old game
I still rock shows and even down the bank
[Hook]
It's a dream come true that I can finally rock a crew
The jigs ain't had and the brother's ain't hard
It's a dream come true that I can finally rock a crew
And a middle finger goes to all you punk MCs x2
[Verse 2]
Chi-town is the place
Steady is the pace
Catch your second case it's a motherf**ing rat race
Leaving n***as free with the enemy
Cause I got sk**s in the deal but your career's at a standstill
Peaka--boo peak-a-boo, it's you know who
I might have to wreck you and your f**ing crew
How could I be down, wanna be my damn homie
But you say I'm not real if you didn't know
Back in the days we kick stretch like judo
Tryna hand me up loot to make it in the studio
Working overtime, stuck in overdrive
To survive, gots to stay alive
Paying my dues, f** a bullsh** crew
Who wanted us to figure, we never snooze
You're null and void like a noyd
My crew is like steroids
I rock the mic and give the motherf**er hemorrhoids
Since 87 I hooked up with my first crew
That makes me oldschool, thought you already knew
Born in 72 only 15 years of age
Still a baby, barely out of 8th grade
I couldn't break but I popped like a motherf**er
And I'm the oldest of a sister and a brother
Never another, I'm too complex
You get stuck, bamboozled, run, out-f**ing-muscled
[Hook]
It's a dream come true that I can finally rock a crew
The jigs ain't had and the brother's ain't hard
It's a dream come true that I can finally rock a crew
And a middle finger goes to all you punk MCs x2