[Intro: *scratched by Danny*]

"Can I get...can I get a minute" - Jay-Z

"I went from niggaz tellin' me I really

 shouldn't rhyme to droppin' a cla...droppin'

 a classic" - Phonte

"Y'all assumed I was doomed...out of tune" - Common

"Niggaz whisperin' like bitches" - Krumbsnatcha

"Niggaz know me" - Juelz Santana

"Lucky they don't owe me" - the Notorious BIG

"Y'all know the name" - Pharoahe Monch

"D. Swain!" - Danny

"You owe me nigga!" - Cam'ron


[Verse 1]

Yo

Next up it's the kid with the fresh cut

Stepped up my lyrics and my spirit's in check, yup

I'm here in the flesh but, a lot of people envy my spot

They pray I'll get shot and rot in a box

I got, more detractors than I do benefactors

I'll try to interact but then it's back to basics

Back to bass kicks, penning tracks in the basement

Class act, matter fact I'm giving rapping a facelift

Haters talkin' all that smack get smacked

I rap ex-act-i-ly how I have to be

I'm glad to be the talk of the town

I offered you clowns pound

You left me hangin' so I'm tossing you down

They tried to stone me

Kicked, punched; six months later now they

Clone me; holding me up, they postpone me

Niggaz that don't know me, they're backing me now

I made it cool to be yourself, they're just jacking my style

You owe me


(*scratches by Danny*)


"Back..." - Eminem

"Owe me back" - Nas

"Back...back..." - Eminem

"Owe me back" - Nas

"Back...back..." - Eminem

"Owe me back like you owe your tax" - Nas


[Chorus]

If I gave you a beat for free

Man, you owe me

If you got your whole style from me

Nigga you owe me

Get up off of me dog, 'cause you don't know me

You below me homie, and you only slowin' me down


[Verse 2]

Okay, you claimed you

Had a couple rhymes, and your mind was correct

But I gave you beats for free, now it's time to collect

You better, stop the moochin' or I'll stop producing

The rap game kinda remind me of prostitution

The way they try to pimp me, is senseless

You ain't gotta lie to kick it dog, that's the common consensus

Don't tell me you about to blow like I'M interested

If you're, reachin' for fame

Then the fee is the same

And all these MC's in the game

Want beats from D. Swain

I ain't givin' up these treats for free

I'll tell these rappers 'no' and that'll be wise

They using lies as collateral

"Hey lemme get that beat dog, I swear I'll give it back to you"

Cats claimin' that they reppin' the streets

I'll hook you up but how you expect me to eat?  That's real

These niggaz forcin' me to go the unemployment route

Now that I'm famous I'ma be sendin' invoices out

You owe me


(Danny! talking)

Yeah...you remember that beat

The one I tracked out for you?

Yeah, THAT one, the one with the hi-hats you said was all loud and shit

Well make the check out to Kiss My Ass III, nigga...ASAP


[Chorus]


[Verse 3]

Yo I been out here in the struggle since the struggle began

I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't talking 'bout a plug and two fans

My third album and I'm lovin' it man

The Times & Democrat ain't gotta interview me, the Republican

Pat Buchanan, I pack two cannons:

My beat-making abilities and raps you can relate to

I hate to, come off like I'm arrogant but

I really -- who am I kiddin', I'm arrogant as fuck

Niggaz forced to take snapshots, 'cause staring ain't enough

Food for thought; I hope you let it marinate enough

Who'd have thought, this cat inherit major bucks?

Wow!  I can picture all these MC's now

They'll be like, "Funny how D. Swain was on some cruddy shit

Took home '3 Feet High & Rising', listened, studied shit

Now he's on some 'Buddy' shit, insightful out the blue"

They'll hate but then they'll try to bite like Tyson's mouth'll do

Now that I'm famous all these strangers that was doin' me favors

Like my success they had a hand in, now they got their hands out

Niggaz that don't know me try to act like they my homie

Tap me on the should-ey

Like, "D. Swain, I think ya owe me"