You Owe Me

[Intro: *scratched by Danny*] "Can I get...can I get a minute" - Jay-Z "I went from niggas 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 "Niggas whisperin' like bitches" - Krumbsnatcha "Niggas 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 Niggas 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 niggas 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 Niggas 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 Niggas 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"