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