Armageddon - Payin' Dues lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Keith Nut ] 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 n***as thought they seen the last of this Project poet a**a**inist Whose status is never havin to clappin clips Have to black-on-black some sh**, attractive accentes Life luxury ??? crackin it Runnin with d** and dealers Thugs and k**ers, 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 n***as to blow [ Hook: Armageaddon ] Now who them n***as that be breakin rules? (T Squad) Now who them n***as that be payin dues? (Keith Nut) Now who them n***as that be roamin the town Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down Now who them n***as that be breakin rules? (T Squad) Now who them n***as that be payin dues? ('Geaddon) Now who them n***as 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 d**h 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 me the wings to go further n***a, the century's turnin and I went out of patience You think you hard, that .44 blast, it clouds your concentration Again, think about it, before my gun hollers And k** everything around em even if you bought the album Enforce the power with guns, dollars and politics Start a baby apocalypse when my .44 ??? spit Pops in and out your skin, breakin through sound and wind Piercin the meat and [edited] back out again [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3: Keith Nut ] Next n***a treason's gonna meet the demons Left for his mama grievin When I squeeze the Desert Eag' and cease his breathin Wreck your set, make the average rapper wish for d**h Clap him at the chest, bless him with the Wesson, hope you got your vest Keith's the last to test, the last to gasp for breath Send you on a crash course to d**h when I blast the Tec Terror faculty known for fillin cavities gradually Stackin g's, sippin D'Acquerys, livin happily rapidly [ VERSE 3: Armageaddon ] I don't give a f**, all I could do with my life was pitch my luck Act sheist when they look at us, that's the price when you cruise a truck And I'd advise you to an*lyze us, find out who you can trust Rival me plus memorize the eyes of the dudes you bust You never know when it's over, rise up out of the tomb and dust The movin slug was smoothly touched before you recognized who he was And I recognize ??? for doin the sh** that stupid does My cats gon' shoot them slug, send them things right through yo mug [ Hook ]