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(intro) |
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See,not long back when i was seventeen |
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When i walk in the jam |
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Suckers look at me mean |
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They wouldn't give me respect |
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Told girls i was wack |
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You shouldn't have did that brother |
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I'm here for the payback |
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(verse one) |
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They spreaded rumors about the king |
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They said that i was a front |
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All my rhymes are wack |
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All my cuts are bunk |
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They said i live in a slum |
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My father's a bum |
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They said my sister's a crackhead |
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My brother's drinkin' rum |
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But i didn't let it bother me |
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Took my time |
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Sat at the kitchen table |
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Wrote my rhymes |
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And now that i'm eighteen,i'm not a kid no more |
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I could walk in a nightclub and wop across the floor |
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I'm a show you i'm good |
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Make you wish that you could do the things that i do |
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If i could teach you i would |
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See,back then you didn't like me |
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I stayed in your path |
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See my name on a flyer |
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You giggle and laugh |
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Tell people i'm soft when i could really get off |
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You didn't know it,now i show it |
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I'm the hip hop boss |
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See,people like you are known for fakin' |
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Frontin' and bluffing and perpetratin' |
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Biting and lyin' and always waitin' |
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For me to come around and see how much i'm makin' |
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See,money i got, 'cause i'm a pro at this trade |
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You thought you got away |
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But you're about to get paid |
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You told girls i was wack |
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Shouldn't have did that brother |
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Look, i'm king tee and my payback's a muther |
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(scratch freestyle) |
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(verse two) |
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As i talk you get madder |
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Because the crowd starts to notice |
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A professional rhymer,yeah,you must know this |
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I'm cooler than most |
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Most of all i'm so cool |
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Never smacked on the crack |
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Because i'm too busy in school |
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See,i just think you're jealous |
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And you envy my style |
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You hear my rhymes,say it's weak |
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But in your mind you're sayin' "wow" |
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Tell people i'm ugly and i got big lips |
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But as i walk by your girl |
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She wanna ride king's tip |
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Going down in fame just remember my name |
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Not a sapoe with a afro |
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A king with a brain |
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If a sucker gets beef |
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And wanna battle,let'em come |
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We'll discuss it over lunch |
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And drink some one-fifty-one |
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After that i set a trap |
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Even though i feel tipsy |
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The crowd starts to clap |
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And i ain't even got busy |
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I'm great |
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Some even say i'm a genius |
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You said my crew was wack |
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You haven't even seen us |
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So i'll get you back |
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Can't survive too long |
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Tellin' lies about the king |
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But i could take it i'm strong |
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Got a emmy in rap for usin' my cool strategy |
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Rappin' was nominated to get a academy |
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The girlies i get,suckers probably get mad at me |
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But i don't care |
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King tee is the baddest,see |
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Fila's my trademark |
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I'm going for a medal |
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Letting off some steam |
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Like fire to the kettle |
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Sportin' real gold and a baseball cap |
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You better look out punk |
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I'm here for the payback |
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(scratch freestyle) |
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(verse three) |
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See,i'm macho supreme |
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Head honch of the team |
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Numero uno |
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Kadafi of the hip hop scene |
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I could be a cool rebel |
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I'm already tuff |
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Dominate rap artist |
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Never spoke on a bluff |
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Down and i'm hard |
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When i'm rockin' i'm smooth |
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I get a trophy for mostly doin' b-boy moves |
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Affiliated with a posse |
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Let me go down to the list |
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Scotty dee,keith cooley |
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And cold crush chris |
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Vatchiek's a pro |
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He's also down with the krew |
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The master mind of the drum |
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Dj cool pooh |
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If you ever get souped up |
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You'll look like a poot butt |
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You'll ask me to stop |
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And i ask you to do what |
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I won't stop till i paid you back |
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By the time i'm through with you |
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You'll wanna smoke some crack |
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Because i'm the king tee |
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There is no other |
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Ya better get ready |
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My paybacks a muther |
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(scratch freestyle) |
