Thinking of a master plan
Ain't nothin' but sweat inside my hands
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lint
What an opening stanza. Poetry. Broke poetry.
That's the song "Paid in Full," by Eric B. & Rakim—and, despite its stature as a work of literary prowess, it wasn't taken seriously as such when it was released in 1985. Hip-hop had yet to become enshrined as literature. That'd take another 20 years or so.