[Verse 1: Bulldozer-voiced breakbeat-rap male MC, snapping breakbeat drums, heavy kick] He says I never earned it, says I never bled a drop Says a real one starts at nothing and he claws up to the top Says I skipped the line, I skipped the dues, I skipped the floor Funny, his whole career walked in through his daddy's door First guitar was custom, had his name inlaid in pearl Twelve years old and talking like the hardest kid in the world Daddy bought the amps, the van, the lights, the backline crew Painted the band name on the side the week the band was new Daddy rents the studio by the month and pays the man Who turns the knobs and tells him that he sounds like a band [Hook: Bulldozer-voiced breakbeat-rap male MC, full shout, breakbeat doubled] Who made you, who paid for the van Who bought that guitar that you hold in your hand Who rented the room and the crowd and the stand Who made you, the man who made your band [Verse 2: Bulldozer-voiced breakbeat-rap male MC, harder kick, scratched stabs between the bars] Daddy made a phone call and the opening slot was yours Sound man got an envelope, the bouncer held the doors Paper ran a write-up, called you raw and called you real Same week daddy bought a full page ad, now what's the deal You tell the kids to suffer, pay the price and pay in blood While daddy's lawyer wipes your record clean of every bit of mud I came up on a library computer, half the keys were gone One earbud working, so I mixed it with the left side on Nobody made a phone call, nobody paved my way I made the room shake with a borrowed chair and a busted tray [Hook: Bulldozer-voiced breakbeat-rap male MC, full shout, breakbeat doubled] Who made you, who paid for the van Who bought that guitar that you hold in your hand Who rented the room and the crowd and the stand Who made you, the man who made your band [Verse 3: Bulldozer-voiced breakbeat-rap male MC, snapping breakbeat, sub bass up front] You call my music handed out, you say I didn't pay Man, you ain't ever paid a bill that had your name that day The only thing you built yourself is that opinion in your head And daddy probably bought you that, he read it to you in bed You want to talk about who earned it, put your wallet on the table I'll put my calluses beside it, and we'll see who's able Every gig I ever got, I got it standing in the cold You got yours with a handshake and a signature in gold [Bridge: Bulldozer-voiced breakbeat-rap male MC, second breakbeat kit locks in, shouted] So ask me one more time who made me, here's the truth A library, a busted chair, and every night of youth Now I ask you one question and you answer on the spot Take your daddy out the story, tell me what you got [Final Hook: Bulldozer-voiced breakbeat-rap male MC, both kits in, full shout] Who made you, who paid for the van Who bought that guitar that you hold in your hand Who rented the room and the crowd and the stand Who made you, the man who made your band [End]
