Текст песни Pay Homage - Ras Kass , Mic Bles

Truest to the culture true is how I feel
Time is of the essence mother, know the deal
Yo, we stole the tape recorder man just to be involved
Eight oh nickel, dimes and quarters man we out to get it all
Started on Biggie tapes, peace to Biggie Smalls
Now we rocking with the crowd to get a yes, yes, y'all
Time for the reckoning press just let the record spin
Rapping and we running shit since capital punishment
Glamorous and cunning shit, they feeling and loving it
It was written to be infamous stick it to the simpletons
Still ain't nothing to fuck with like 36
Water for the chocolate man, your shit it doesn't mix
Focused daily on my grind like its 1999
Watch it all unfurl like it me against the world
My legacy behind for the children in there youth
Mastering my craft for the moment of truth

Teenager in the golden era witness the dome and terror
Quill of an eagle write classics with a golden feather
After old school pioneers rock gold and leather
We rock red, black and green with a soul endeavor
Africa medallions, native tongue I was sprung on Monie Love
X-Clan, KRS, you must learn
That big punisher the illest Puerto Rican
Sorta remember creeping to the Bronx on Major Deegan
To were it all began, got me thinkin
The complexity of incredible bars that murders speak in
The MC created by the DJ
The b-boy graff writers all the skills we display
Hip Hops a culture that saved my life
I fucked a lot of hoes but raps my wife
And that's my stage, and that's my mic
Salute the foundation made the sacrifice

True is in accordance with a fact of reality immaculate accurate and exact
And so I spit for the fakers man and watch them react
I said I float like a butterfly sting like Mohammed
This is for the gusto first verse was paying homage
Camouflaging the fraudulent artist spit the garbage
Regarded as one of the hungriest still spitting the hardest
Starving on the mic man, rhyming in my intervals
Maneuver through the game seeing snakes in my peripheral
Visceral with my vision living it unforgiven
Man the game chose me it really wasn't my decision
The derivative primitive image rapper gimmicks
Got a mother, vexed man pushing me to my limits
Pushing me to the edge listen to what he said
You can sell out to the culture man, or keep it true instead
Sell out to the culture man or keep it true instead, yeah