[Intro] [Vinyl crackle and tape hiss] [Ominous muted piano loop starts] [Hard head-nodding boom bap drum break drops] [DJ Scratching: "Time to get paid..."] [Vocal ad-lib: "Yeah... Mercy back in the building. Look."] [Verse 1] (Aggressive, rhythmic delivery, right on the beat) Tired of the talk, now it's time to collect Spent years in the shadow, now I demand the respect Every contract signed, every dues been paid Cutting through the industry with a razor blade No more hand-outs, no more waiting in line Look at the clock, homie, it’s my time to shine From the pavement to the penthouse, tracking the fee You can owe the whole world, but you won't owe me. [Pre-Chorus] [Bassline intensifies] [Hi-hats rolling] [Vocal building in intensity] Yeah, the invoice is due. No extensions. [Chorus] [Massive drum hit] [Heavy bassline drop] [Scratches and vocal chants in background] Time to get paid, lock the vault, seal the deal Now we separating what is fake from what is real Put the money in the bag, don't make a sound The undisputed queen finally wearing the crown Time to get paid, yeah, we taking it all Watch the stack rise high while the pretenders fall. [Verse 2] (Double-time cadence, riding the dusty drum loop) They thought they could play me, thought I'd sit and just wait While they eating off my plate, leaving crumbs on the slate But the table just turned, now I’m running the room Boom-bap in the speakers, bringing absolute doom Every dollar, every cent, put it straight in my palm I'm the storm brewing heavy right after the calm Street smarts, book smarts, yeah I balance the ledger Getting rich off the grit, that’s a permanent pleasure. [Verse 3] (Slightly lower register, cold and calculated tone) [Drums drop out briefly, only piano loop and vinyl crackle] I remember the nights when the pockets were flat [Drums smash back in heavily] Now I’m taxing the track, tell me what you think of that? No emotional ties, it's just business today If you standing in the path, then you getting moved away Loyalty is royalty, but cash is the king And I’m collecting every dividend my verses can bring. [Pre-Chorus] [Bassline intensifies] [Muted trumpet accents] You heard me. No extensions. [Chorus] [Full boom bap beat explosion] [Scratches and vocal layering] Time to get paid, lock the vault, seal the deal Now we separating what is fake from what is real Put the money in the bag, don't make a sound The undisputed queen finally wearing the crown Time to get paid, yeah, we taking it all Watch the stack rise high while the pretenders fall. [Verse 4] (Explosive delivery, maximum energy, raw performance) Final verse, final warning, let the register ring I’m a heavyweight champ, watch the way that I swing From the East Coast streets to the global domain Turned the struggle into power, turned the cash into pain It’s a wrap, it’s a done deal, sign on the line You had your little moment, now I’m taking what’s mine. [Outro] [Beat starts to slow down dramatically] [Scratches: "Get paid... get paid..."] [Piano chords ring out slowly] [Echo effect on vocals: "Mercy... check the ledger."] [Vinyl needle lift sound] [Fade to silence] [End]
