| Song | Soft Shoe Booty |
| Artist | King Sun |
| Album | Righteous but Ruthless |
| 作词 : Depula, Sun Born | |
| [N.W.A.] (Witness the strenght) | |
| You soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka | |
| Thought you were tough, then you cold ran out of luck | |
| A minute ago I know you thought it was easy | |
| To diss me, but you missed me, and that didn't please me | |
| A song and dance doesn't give you a chance to advance | |
| I think you better go home and enhance | |
| Your lyrical skills on the real, you can't swing | |
| On the devine, be off mine, picture the King | |
| Bein all up in the open, hopin you could step to | |
| I be a monkey's uncle, and you're my nephew | |
| Climbin on my back while I'm flowin with the tracks | |
| Tryin to learn how to burn - this is what you lack | |
| Air, gas and energy, greater than Con Edison | |
| Fuel into infinity with pure solar medicine | |
| I know what time it is, I clock it on the Sun dial | |
| Chumps are beaten, tied up and dragged for miles | |
| I'm so foul, that at times I'm bad news | |
| Battle me and lose, you win a pair of shoes | |
| Made of concrete, there's somethin sweet about that | |
| To match your dead man suit and your dead man's hat | |
| When it's right I deliver, at the bottom of the river | |
| You'll be found, gagged and bound, with no liver | |
| I fed it to a kid that always bit suckers | |
| Soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka | |
| Each and every line I design with precision | |
| In the mind I'm inclined, appealin to your vision | |
| On a physical basis - never the racist one | |
| My mission is to see that competition is done | |
| So I do em, throw em to the crowd | |
| Make the crowd boo while I diss em out loud | |
| Girls that wanna battle, I serve em, then I screw em | |
| Next time I see em, I don't say nothin to em | |
| But then they wanna sweat me, they can't get me | |
| Keep your cool, you're a fool to upset me | |
| Illegit, half-wit geek-ass nerd | |
| (I heard the god can't rhyme) Yeah, fuck what you heard | |
| You got nerve, you deserve to be stuffed in your mouth | |
| Then you can pop shit while your teeth are fallin out | |
| I throw joints to score points at war | |
| Once more I make sure you leave through the door | |
| On a stretcher, I betcha your concussions are rushin frequent | |
| Blow for blow my k.o.'s have been a sequence | |
| Step up of step off, the choice is yours | |
| There's always room for one more on the floor | |
| You lay down and stay down, until the full count to 10 | |
| Unanymous decision - I win | |
| I know you wonder what part of the game is this | |
| If you know like I know, it's the part you missed | |
| Anybody coulda told you, I'm diesel like a truck to | |
| A soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka | |
| I was gonna let you slide, but I decided not to | |
| Don't even try to run, cause I got you | |
| Trapped like a rat, your tail bein squeezed | |
| In the trap I set, caught you goin for the cheese | |
| Sayin please doesn't mean you're released from the scene of the crime | |
| Tryin to step to me with your bullshit rhymes | |
| You practice in a daily rehearsal | |
| I'm universal, dramatic or commercial | |
| One thing to say about the King is worth big money | |
| Dig, money, I master 120 | |
| Okay, you got a gun, now I'm supposed to be afraid? | |
| You pull the trigger, I pull the pin to the grenade | |
| If you catch me in a chest, bust, I'm in a vest | |
| You'll be blown to the zone of your perpetual rest | |
| Don't ever try to take me out the box again | |
| Even on Fantasy Island - you're never gonna win | |
| Your fans are all mislead, cause you're mentally dead | |
| Count your heads, cause your boys just fled | |
| They ran off and left you, played you like a sucker | |
| Soft shoe botty-ass punk muthafucka | |
| [N.W.A.] (Witness the strength) | |
| [Ice Cube] (It's just another nigga dead) |
| zuò cí : Depula, Sun Born | |
| N. W. A. Witness the strenght | |
| You soft shoe bootyass punk muthafucka | |
| Thought you were tough, then you cold ran out of luck | |
| A minute ago I know you thought it was easy | |
| To diss me, but you missed me, and that didn' t please me | |
| A song and dance doesn' t give you a chance to advance | |
| I think you better go home and enhance | |
| Your lyrical skills on the real, you can' t swing | |
| On the devine, be off mine, picture the King | |
| Bein all up in the open, hopin you could step to | |
| I be a monkey' s uncle, and you' re my nephew | |
| Climbin on my back while I' m flowin with the tracks | |
| Tryin to learn how to burn this is what you lack | |
| Air, gas and energy, greater than Con Edison | |
| Fuel into infinity with pure solar medicine | |
| I know what time it is, I clock it on the Sun dial | |
| Chumps are beaten, tied up and dragged for miles | |
| I' m so foul, that at times I' m bad news | |
| Battle me and lose, you win a pair of shoes | |
| Made of concrete, there' s somethin sweet about that | |
| To match your dead man suit and your dead man' s hat | |
| When it' s right I deliver, at the bottom of the river | |
| You' ll be found, gagged and bound, with no liver | |
| I fed it to a kid that always bit suckers | |
| Soft shoe bootyass punk muthafucka | |
| Each and every line I design with precision | |
| In the mind I' m inclined, appealin to your vision | |
| On a physical basis never the racist one | |
| My mission is to see that competition is done | |
| So I do em, throw em to the crowd | |
| Make the crowd boo while I diss em out loud | |
| Girls that wanna battle, I serve em, then I screw em | |
| Next time I see em, I don' t say nothin to em | |
| But then they wanna sweat me, they can' t get me | |
| Keep your cool, you' re a fool to upset me | |
| Illegit, halfwit geekass nerd | |
| I heard the god can' t rhyme Yeah, fuck what you heard | |
| You got nerve, you deserve to be stuffed in your mouth | |
| Then you can pop shit while your teeth are fallin out | |
| I throw joints to score points at war | |
| Once more I make sure you leave through the door | |
| On a stretcher, I betcha your concussions are rushin frequent | |
| Blow for blow my k. o.' s have been a sequence | |
| Step up of step off, the choice is yours | |
| There' s always room for one more on the floor | |
| You lay down and stay down, until the full count to 10 | |
| Unanymous decision I win | |
| I know you wonder what part of the game is this | |
| If you know like I know, it' s the part you missed | |
| Anybody coulda told you, I' m diesel like a truck to | |
| A soft shoe bootyass punk muthafucka | |
| I was gonna let you slide, but I decided not to | |
| Don' t even try to run, cause I got you | |
| Trapped like a rat, your tail bein squeezed | |
| In the trap I set, caught you goin for the cheese | |
| Sayin please doesn' t mean you' re released from the scene of the crime | |
| Tryin to step to me with your bullshit rhymes | |
| You practice in a daily rehearsal | |
| I' m universal, dramatic or commercial | |
| One thing to say about the King is worth big money | |
| Dig, money, I master 120 | |
| Okay, you got a gun, now I' m supposed to be afraid? | |
| You pull the trigger, I pull the pin to the grenade | |
| If you catch me in a chest, bust, I' m in a vest | |
| You' ll be blown to the zone of your perpetual rest | |
| Don' t ever try to take me out the box again | |
| Even on Fantasy Island you' re never gonna win | |
| Your fans are all mislead, cause you' re mentally dead | |
| Count your heads, cause your boys just fled | |
| They ran off and left you, played you like a sucker | |
| Soft shoe bottyass punk muthafucka | |
| N. W. A. Witness the strength | |
| Ice Cube It' s just another nigga dead |