[Verse 1: Golden-era boom-bap female MC, tight on the snare over the dusty breakbeat] Basement off of Fulton with a sampler on a crate Space heater humming and the rent two weeks late He was working all the parties, he had charm and clean shoes I was up until the sunrise chopping records nobody used Played it for him on a Sunday and he nodded real slow Said "Let me shop it, baby, I know people you don't know" Three months later it was rattling every trunk on Atlantic Pressed on wax with his name in a font so gigantic Not a line in the credits, not a thank you, not a word Just "Produced by Marcus" like the basement never occurred [Hook: Golden-era boom-bap female MC] You put your name on my record like a sticker on a door But the mail found the owner and it isn't you no more Took the credit, now the bill came with the interest for you So give credit where it's due, and baby, now it's due [Verse 2: Golden-era boom-bap female MC, the guitar loop chops harder] Now rewind to the winter when the tax man came knocking Liens on the Buick and the lawyer kept talking He said "Do me one favor, put the publishing in your name Just until the heat cools off, it's a paper, it's a game" So I signed at the table, never read past page two 'Cause I loved him, and the paper said the one thing that was true Then the record went gold and a movie bought the loop And the checks came addressed to the girl on the stoop He called me at midnight like "We gotta fix this" I said "Fix what, baby? You the one that insisted" [Hook: Golden-era boom-bap female MC] You put your name on my record like a sticker on a door But the mail found the owner and it isn't you no more Took the credit, now the bill came with the interest for you So give credit where it's due, and baby, now it's due [Bridge: Golden-era boom-bap female MC, scratched-in name, the scratches cut her name in one syllable a bar] N, I, N, A, scratch it in the wax That's the name on the check and the name on the tax He can keep the photo shoot, he can keep the gold chain But the paper doesn't care who was standing in the frame [Verse 3: Golden-era boom-bap female MC, the breakbeat back full weight] See, the credit that he wanted came with interest attached He got the credit for the beat and the credit got matched Every collector that he dodged has his number on file And the debt still reads Marcus, every line, every mile I'm not angry, I'm accounting, I'm a woman with a ledger Got the masters in a box and a lawyer who is better So go spin it at the wedding, go and play it at the club I get paid every time that the needle gets a rub [Final Hook: Golden-era boom-bap female MC] You put your name on my record like a sticker on a door But the mail found the owner and it isn't you no more Took the credit, now the bill came with the interest for you So give credit where it's due, and baby, now it's due [End]
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